Chapter 1
I was never so excited in my life. I was finally out of high school, ready to start college in another week or so, it really felt like the true beginning of my life.
My grades had always been good, I've really liked school and I did play some sports but wasn't a star at anything. My grades in science and math were good, I was interested in them and was planning on majoring in engineering, either mechanical or chemical. I did like chemistry in high school but I also have faithfully watched 'How It's Made' on television with all the interesting machines that are designed to produce things like pencils, pretzels and piston rods.
Another thing about me is that I'm very responsible, I don't take crazy chances like some kids my age, my driving record is clean and my parents trust me. That's why I have an apartment near the college even though I'm a freshman. My parents even let me find the place I wanted to live and for me to do all the arranging for the renting and everything. Well, except for the rent payments, of course.
My place is the left half of a duplex near the campus that is owned by the woman who lives in the right half. Her name is Sylvia and she has a daughter, Anna; Anna's my age and will start her senior year of high school in a few weeks.
So, I have two bedrooms, though the rent is quite reasonable, and a living room and kitchen, along with a nice back yard, completely enclosed by a privacy fence. Altogether, pretty nice digs for someone's first place. It was also perfectly clean when I rented it, a rarity in my search for an apartment.
I had moved my stuff in, what there was of it. Thankfully the kitchen was fully-equipped, even down to knives and forks, bowls, plates, pots and pans, just about everything. I do cook, that was something my mother made sure I learned and I wasn't planning on starving myself to death as a young student.
So, I was really set, even to having my own car, a ten-year old Honda Accord with about 120 thousand miles on it but, hey, it ran fine and got me good mileage, something this student really needed.
I was only in for two days when my phone rang and it was Sylvia, my landlady asking me to dinner that evening for a cookout and I figured that any night I didn't have to cook was a blessing so I gladly accepted. And, what I haven't told you so far is that Sylvia and her daughter were quite pretty. Well, Anna was quite pretty, her mother, Sylvia was very hot-looking, a real babe, a MILF, if you will. More reasons to accept their kind invitation.
I might be of little trouble to my parents, even get great grades in school, but I'm also eighteen and a healthy male. I like girls. And women. A lot.
So, I took over a canape platter I bought at a local deli, I would have much rather brought a bottle of wine but, of course, I was still underage. Oh, well, hors d'oeuvres would have to do.
She had said it was super casual so I wore a concert teeshirt, shorts and sandals, that seemed to fit her specifications for dress.
It was when she answered the door that I really saw what she meant by super casual, she had on a small halter top and bikini bottoms, very small bikini bottoms. There was a lot of bare skin and my heart pumped a little more blood southward.
"Come in, Andy, oooh, what's this?" she cooed as I handed her the tray full of goodies. I explained and then followed her rather gorgeous butt back to the patio door where we went out back.
"Here's Andy, and he brought some goodies in addition to himself," she announced to her daughter and another woman, both on chaise lounges in the sun. I looked and they were also barely dressed. Well, this was promising, I thought.
"Oh, Erica, this is our new neighbor, Andy Reynolds; Andy, meet Erica Weller, she's my bestest friend ever," Sylvia said.
Erica got up and shook my hand as I gazed at this woman. She was probably in her upper twenties, long blond hair, gray blue eyes, and a figure right out of Playboy. She was every guy's jack-off dream; now mine as well.
Everyone was busy getting drinks and passing things around, while Sylvia brought out hamburgers and rolls to do on the grill. She asked me to help her so I got the grill started and we were letting it heat as I looked over my new landlady.
She was somewhere in her mid-to-upper thirties, also blond like her friend, similarly stacked whereas her daughter, Anna, was shorter by about two inches and just smaller all around. Don't get me wrong, she was very pretty and could easily be a cheerleader at her school for all I knew. But, she wasn't voluptuous like Sylvia and her friend, Erica.
So, we had a nice cookout along with some wine and beer which Anna and I also had, after all, we weren't driving, all I had to do was get next door. And, I wasn't a big drinker anyway.
Then, as we sat around talking, now relaxed after some nice food and some nice beer and wine, Sylvia leaned toward me and said, "Um, there's one thing I guess you should know about us, Andy, about the three of us."
"Yeah?" I replied wondering if maybe they were all axe murderers or members of some satanic cult that sacrificed voles.
"We, um, all three of us, like to, well, go around without clothes on most of the time, we're nudists at heart and usually sunbathe out here like that as well. I just wanted you to know."
"Really? I don't think I've ever known any nudists before," I answered rather lamely.
"Well, in case you saw us I wanted you to know. It's what we're all used to, you know, it's what we think of as normal dress...to be undressed."
"Would you normally like have your cookout, um, that way? Nude?" I asked not knowing what her answer might be.
"Oh, yes, that would be the norm on this side of our duplex, Andy. But we realized that it might make you uncomfortable so I wanted to explain."
I'm usually not a very forward person, but I'd had a couple of glasses of wine by now, so I told her, "I'm sorry you all had to dress-up just for me."
"Hear that girls? Does that mean, Andy, that you'd like to go by house rules and shed your shorts?"
Chapter 2
Well, there it was...I opened my mouth now what do I say? Or what do I do? I'd been naked in front of one girl, Melanie Watts, in the eighth grade. We explored a lot about each other until she moved away a year and a half ago.
"Um, geez, well, I guess. Oh, yeah, why not," I sputtered.
"Guests first," Anna said smiling at me.
"Geez, you know I'm, well, kinda, um, erect."
