Chapter 2 Broken Ice

The next warm day, after talking with the sunning Meredith, he coerced himself into testing the agreement he had with her. Getting naked in the yard was not as easy as he thought it would be. Despite all his talk, he hesitated, needing to convince himself that it was okay to be in the yard as naked as the birds and squirrels. Finally, he opened the door and stepped out into the morning sunshine. After five minutes, there was no going back. Comfortable or not, it felt too good.

He began to spend his time between classes naked in the yard studying and exercising. The freedom was refreshing; he worked up a sweat when exercising, and the dry air evaporated the moisture that seeped from him. Without clothes, he got the maximum cooling effect. However, he wasn't entirely comfortable, expecting Ryan or Meredith might still disapprove of his nudity.

Still, he was glad he approached Meredith even though her response had been curious. Each time he stepped out of the cottage, he thought he might see her in the lounge chair without her bikini, but she had not made another appearance, clothed or unclothed.

A few days passed, and neither of the Andersons had been home during the day. On Saturday, when they were likely home, he went to the store and got seeds for the garden. Any hesitancy he had about being naked in the yard disappeared. When he came home, he found Meredith lying in the sun, this time nude, the term she preferred. After shedding his clothes, he waved at her and prepared to work on the garden bed. Just then, Ryan joined her, also naked. He was a bit pale and pudgy but not in bad shape for a middle-aged man.

He collected his gloves from inside the cottage, found a spade in the little garden shed, and tilled the dark garden soil under Meredith and Ryan's watchful eyes. He was on his knees, laying out his seed rows, when he looked up and saw a nude Meredith walking over with a clear plastic tumbler of what he assumed was lemonade.

"Want a margarita?" she asked, handing it down to him.

"Um, yeah, sure. That would be wonderful. Thanks."

"Thanks for doing this. We've been watching you hard at work. If you need anything, just holler. And just bring the glass to the patio when you're done."

"Will do."

"What are you going to plant?"

"Lettuce, peppers, tomatoes, onions, maybe some other leafy greens. That's about all there's room for."

"If you want to expand the garden, we should talk."

"Thanks. I'd like to grow more things, but that would take quite a bit of work. I might have a difficult time fitting it into my schedule, but let me think about it."

"Maybe I could help you."

"Hmm, very tempting. Naked?" he asked, trying to sound hopeful.

"Ahhh, probably not. Well, maybe possibly, with a few drinks in me. But I might make a mess of the seed rows."

"Still, an expansion is tempting. Maybe once classes are over, there will be time to get a few more things in the ground."

"Let me know," she said casually.

"Given any more thought to naked croquet?" he asked. "I assume the match would require margaritas, maybe shots every time someone sent you."

Coming down to his level, sitting on her ankles, she said, "I've thought about it some. It sounds like fun, but you'd be in trouble. I'm actually pretty good at that game, but I'm not quite there with the nudity thing yet. So, why did this nudism thing stick so easily to you anyhow?"

The change in subject disappointed him, but he went along with it and said, "Thanks to that yard work job I had last summer, I discovered that it just feels good to be naked outside or wherever, and now I look for textile-free opportunities where I can find them. Part of the attraction is also that I got into holistic health, which goes well with spending time outside naked--sorry, nude. Hmm...actually naked might be a better term. It's a mental thing as well as physical. Anyway, I have also always been a big hiker, which goes well with the geology degree I'm working on. By the time hunting season was upon us last fall, I had started feeling that being naked in the wilderness was part of my spiritual path, and I often looked for places to hike, run, or just meditate naked. Being clad in textile while exploring nature just doesn't feel right anymore--not if I'm trying to be one with Mother Earth."

"That's intriguing, a bit pious even, but I couldn't do it."

"Why not? You seem comfortable now while only wearing that floppy hat and sunglasses. It's a step up from the bikini. I think you're more comfortable being a nudist than you think."

"Yeah, I guess; you seemed to have influenced me. But I'm far from being comfortable walking around in the mountains nude."

"Small steps, I guess. It's easier than you think. Sure you don't want to help plant?"

"Oh, no thanks. Not today. I was enjoying watching you from over there and had to find an excuse to come over and get a closer look. Like I said, I am not quite up to gardening yet."

"You wanted to see what I was doing to your garden?"

"Like I said, it was an excuse. Kind of like yours the other day--the utility bill--right? Plus, you complimented my body, and now that I have seen you nude, I needed to return the favor. You get that body just from doing yoga and jumping jacks? You've got some nice muscles; I especially like your butt."

"Yeah... I mean, no. I mean, I had muscles before. Actually, I was a football player. I came here on a scholarship, in fact."

"That's cute; did I fluster you just now?"

"You just surprised me again."

"So, what happened? I mean, what happened with football?"

"My knee. If I wanted to keep playing, it needed surgery, which would have kept me from playing until my senior year anyway. Instead, I did a bunch of rehab to stabilize it. It's still not one hundred percent."

"Shame. I bet you were bummed about that."

"Only a little. It wasn't like I was going pro. My father freaked, though. It was like the injury was my fault, and he wanted me to have the surgery. We haven't talked much since I quit the program. Our relationship would be even worse if he knew I was becoming a bit of a hippy. My uncle on my mom's side is helping me pay for college since I lost the scholarship."

"What did your mom think of your lifestyle change?"

"I was surprised. She supported and even encouraged me. Before they were divorced, she always agreed with my father when it came to raising me."

"When were they divorced?"

"Just a couple of years ago. She seems much happier, more her own person, and we're closer now."

"That's good. It's not my place to say, but it sounds like your father was holding her down, but enough of that. Back to you. How tall are you anyway?"

"Six foot three."

"How come you don't have girls over here every night? If I were younger and weren't married, I'd be all over you."

"I'm picky, I guess, and I don't like the games most college girls play." What first came to mind was to say that he would be all over her, too, if she weren't married and age wasn't an issue."

"I was a college girl once. I don't think most are into head games. Maybe as freshmen, but that fades. It's mostly because they don't know any better."

"Well, maybe it is just the ones I've met. I'd like to find someone that shares my interests without the head games."

"What are your interests?"

"Mostly outdoor activities and fitness, eating healthy and such."

"And being naked?" she asked.

"Yep, that too."

"And great sex?"

"Yeah, definitely." Why did he keep finding himself being so frank with her? This time, her question had not even embarrassed him.

"I bet virgins aren't your thing?"

"Never had one. She would have to be something special. Sex is too much fun, and I'm not sure I want to be a sex-ed teacher." Oh yeah, she's a shrink, he thought.

"Hmm--so you value experience in the bedroom. That's harder to find with young college girls, but you'll find someone. I hope you do. The thought of some girl being deprived of sex with you is bothersome."

"What? Why is that?" he asked, puzzled.

"Oh, no reason, really. But if you were screwing someone, it would just be easier. I need to get going. Let us know if you need anything."

"Thanks."

She stood up and walked back to the house, and she and Ryan disappeared inside. It happened again; what a crazy conversation--sexually suggestive again. There was no doubt this time, and she jumbled his brain with her last comments. Do all women play games? Was she playing shrink games? What he didn't say to Meredith was that he also wanted a woman who would let him be in charge--no games, just a good old-fashioned relationship, except with a lot of sex, which he initiated and controlled. She didn't seem to be the type of person who would be on board with that type of relationship.

Once his head cleared, he realized that at least the ice had been broken, and being naked in the yard was now an accepted norm. It was unlikely that there would be any going back on it now. The only problem was that sexual thoughts wouldn't be far behind with Meredith around. The affair with Jacqueline was the problem. After that, he had no trouble finding an older woman desirable; it was just the control thing. Being much younger seemingly would make him a junior partner with a woman like Meredith. She was unobtainable anyway--wasn't she? It didn't matter; he couldn't let himself go down that path. Damn, she confused him, and despite his brain trying to write her off, his libido could not. As a result of replaying her comments, his cock got rock hard as a mental image of her naked and having sex with her invaded his mind. He stood up with his rod sticking straight out. He didn't use his hands to cover himself because the Andersons had gone inside. Nonetheless, he immediately turned toward the cottage and walked inside to come down from exposure to the Meredith affliction. One thing was for sure: she was right about him needing a girl.

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Once Meredith was through the French patio doors, she didn't follow Ryan further into the house. She stood watching Darrell. It was hard not to. He was so well sculpted and very Tarzan-like with his long brown hair. The equipment between his legs was also well-matched to his muscular frame. As he stood and turned toward the cottage, she caught a glimpse of his stiff cock. The sight flattered and excited her, thinking that she might have caused his arousal. This surprised her a little, and being naked in the yard so openly with Darrell and Ryan had already left her with warm, wet sensations down below. To herself, she said, "If that poor boy gets stiff every time he sees me nude, he is going to have a long summer, and it's his fault for suggesting that I join him in the yard."

Again, the thought of him being aroused by her because of her nude body, which she was indeed proud of, sent another tingle through her that settled between her legs. Maybe she had teased him a little. No, she was being straight up with her questions, genuinely curious, and definitely not trying to tease him. She wouldn't do that. Besides, if she did tease him, she might have to follow through and fuck him hard. That thought sent a quiver through her that she was sure got her noticeably wet.

She and Ryan had developed an extensive sexual repertoire, some might say quite kinky, in fact, but this would be a new twist. Despite some sexual depravity, experimentation, and a bunch of leather and even chains, they were a private couple who mostly kept sex in their bedroom and only with each other.

She realized what she wanted to do, but could she be fair to Darrell and Ryan if she did? She would need to avoid playing the same games Darrell disliked so much in college girls, and those were beneath her anyway. Well, at least, she had to be very covert in her manipulations. To get what she wanted, it would take some time and substantial plotting to make it work, but maybe with the whole summer available, she could get them in bed together--with her. Bringing her new fantasy to life wouldn't be easy. Neither Ryan nor Darrell seemed the type to be comfortable in bed with another man. If nothing else, Ryan might agree to some other arrangement. Perhaps he would want to watch.

In the meantime, she would need to satisfy herself with fantasies of taking that wonderful cock up inside her. Seeing it hard just now would make those fantasies even more vivid. For now, she needed to go upstairs and use the shower massage to satisfy her hunger. Her pussy wanted attention badly, as she confirmed by running her fingers down to her moist cleft. She guessed that Ryan was already dressed and onto other things. Just as well, as she didn't want to explain to him what had gotten her so horny. He probably wouldn't buy that it was just the nudity. Damn, if only Ryan was off somewhere and Darrell was still in the yard, she would do it right there while watching him. She forced herself to stop rubbing her wanting clit and hurried upstairs.