This story is the fourth in a series. While it is hoped that this story can enjoyably be read alone, reading the previous stories will provide context and background. This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person or entity are entirely coincidental and unintended.
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That January was a slow month for us. It never really snowed badly, but we got another ice storm a couple of weeks after the first one. It was a fairly dismal month in terms of weather.
It was anything but dismal for the four of us. Financially, we were ok. The relative lack of business gave us plenty of time to focus on each other. Drew was a few years younger than Caitlyn and quite a few years younger than Cassie and me. Bringing Drew into our relationship injected new energy and enthusiasm. Adding Drew also forced us to think about our very untraditional relationship and our commitments to each other. That process was very positive, I thought, and I think that we all ended up with the realization that the four of us loved each other very much. We also had some really fantastic sex together. Had I known how the year was going to go, I would have savored those happy days even more than I did.
Having gotten over the initial shock of learning that her older sister lived and worked mostly in the nude, and having decided that she liked going nude too, at least at times, Drew's younger sister Denise became a more regular presence at Brookhaven Inn. Denise, of course, was not a part of our four-way sexual relationship.
By February, people were starting to want to get out a bit more. We started seeing more weekend bookings by guests from relatively close places like Cleveland, Columbus, and Pittsburgh. Among our first regulars back were Tony and Cheryl Leland. Tony and Cheryl had started coming to the Inn shortly after it re-opened as clothing optional. They were from Pittsburgh, where I understood that Tony owned his own company. Tony and Cheryl were now coming four or five times a year.
Tony and Cheryl were very nice people. They were, probably, twenty years older than Cassie and me. Cheryl was still a very attractive woman with a marvelous all-over tan. I'm no judge of male attractiveness, but what I heard from all three of Cassie, Caitlyn, and Drew led me to believe that Tony was considered very attractive too. Tony and Cheryl would strip off as soon as they got to the Inn, sometimes arriving nude for check in and staying nude for their entire stay. They were among the very few people who would eat nude in our restaurant.
We were very pleased when Drew's old sorority came back to hold its dinner/dance at the Inn for a second year. As far as I know, however, no one had the epiphany which Drew had undergone the year before. However, we did have a number of nude college girls around the pool for a weekend which was not a bad thing.
We also had another side effect from the media coverage we had gotten a year or so earlier. A sociology professor at the University asked us to talk to a class that she gave to juniors and seniors on "non-traditional lifestyles." She wanted us to talk about nudism. All four of us had become eager for any opportunity to promote clothes-free living and, of course, we had an economic incentive to do so.
The four of us decided that Cassie, Drew, and I would talk to the class. Cassie was going because she was the person who had decided to make Brookhaven Inn clothing optional and had started us all down the naked path. We thought that Drew should go because she was closest in age to the students with whom we'd be speaking. I was picked simply because I'm male. Caitlyn would mind the store while we talked.
Neither Cassie nor I had attended the University, so we had only a vague idea where we were supposed to go for the sociology class. Drew, less than a year past her graduation, knew exactly where we were going, where to park, and where on campus to get drinkable coffee.
Assistant Professor Janet Morgan was considerably younger than she had sounded on the phone. She was a very small woman with long wavy black hair and an olive complexion. She was also one of those perpetually upbeat people, punctuating each statement with "awesome" and "super." Nonetheless, she seemed quite intelligent. From what I could see, she was a very small-breasted woman, but her jeans suggested a very nice, tight ass.
The class consisted of about 25 juniors and seniors. Dr. Morgan said that most, but not all, were sociology majors. I wondered to myself what one does these days with a degree in sociology. The class seemed about evenly split between girls and guys. I didn't pay that much attention to the guys, but the girls seemed a fair cross-section of what you find at a reasonably large state university: thin, heavy, tall, short, very attractive, and not so attractive.
Rather than a traditional lecture hall, the class met in a small seminar room. The students' seats were arranged in a semi-circle. At the front was a desk with a small lectern. Dr. Morgan had placed three chairs in front of the desk, facing the semi-circle.
The students filtered into the class room, some eyeing us curiously. Dr. Morgan called the class to order, announced the topic of the day's discussion, and introduced Cassie, Drew and me to her class.
When Dr. Morgan had finished her introductions, she said to us, "If you'd be more comfortable naked, please feel free to undress."
While it superficially seemed like just a small courtesy, Dr. Morgan's voice communicated that she was really hoping that we'd agree to strip off. Cassie, Drew, and I looked at each other. Slight smiles confirmed what we'd do next.
Cassie responded to Dr. Morgan, "Thank you. That is very nice of you. Of course, we'd prefer to be naked."
Cassie, Drew, and I began taking off our clothes in front of the class. I was watching the students watch us strip. A few were wide-eyed. A couple of the girls looked down at their notebooks. A few smiled and made eye contact with us. A couple of the guys were visibly excited at the prospect of seeing two very beautiful live women completely nude.
There was something sexy about undressing in front of twenty-five people who were close enough that they could reach out and touch us. Cassie handled it with her usual aplomb. Drew was enthusiastic, as always, and, when she removed her top, I and everyone else could see that her nipples were hard and pointed.
Once we had finished undressing and putting our clothes on the floor, we all turned to face the class with our arms at our sides. After giving her class a minute or two to observe our full frontal nudity, Dr. Morgan helpfully offered us towels to sit on. We sat down nude in front of the class. All three of us were careful not to cross our legs or otherwise conceal our genitals.
As we had discussed with Dr. Morgan by phone beforehand, each of us told the class how we had become involved in social nudism. Dr. Morgan had asked us not to go into our personal feelings about the experience of being nude. Part of what she wanted to do was see the extent to which her students asked us about our thoughts and feelings.
I guess that it took about a half-hour for Cassie, Drew, and then me to relate our individual histories with nudism. After that, Dr. Morgan opened the class up to questions.
The first few questions were mundane. A couple of students asked wisecrack questions which Dr. Morgan politely, but firmly squelched. Then, a rather tall, very attractive young lady with long straight brown hair asked, "How you felt and what were you thinking as you undressed in front of us at the start of class?"
Cassie answered first. "Well, there is a sense of anticipation and excitement that I'm going to be stripping naked and that a group of strangers will be looking at my bare body. I also have an eagerness to get my clothes off. Once I'm naked, there are several thoughts. One is a sense of freedom, liberation if you will, not only from my clothes but also from the societal strictures which require me to cover myself. There is also a sense of warm gratification knowing that people are looking at and, hopefully enjoying, my nude body. There is also a sense of empowerment when I'm naked around people wearing clothes. Basically, its 'I get to go naked and you don't.'"
Drew laughed. "I just like taking my clothes off. The first time I was around a nude man, who was not my lover, not then anyway, it was Harry. He seemed so happy to be naked that I had to try it, so I got naked in front of him. It was a wonderful feeling to be free and to know that he could see all of me. I get that same feeling every time I get naked with other people around."
I said, "Cassie basically said it for me. There is a pleasure or joy that I can't really explain in being nude around other people. My experience has been that most people who try it feel that same joy."
Someone else asked, "Is there any part of your bodies that it embarrasses you for people to see?"
We all shook our heads "no." Then Drew popped out of her chair. "You haven't really seen my butt," she said. She turned her back to the class, spread her legs a bit, and bent far over at the waist, exposing her pussy and asshole to the class. Drew held that position for a few moments before she straightened up and turned around. She was smiling and was, I could tell, excited.
Once Drew sat down, Cassie said, "Well, if the young girl can do it, I suppose that the old lady should too." Cassie stood up, turned, and bent over, showing her pussy and asshole to the class.
Most of the students seemed amazed, if not shocked, that the girls were exposing themselves so completely. I noticed, however, that the tall brunette was smiling and had a gleam in her eye.
I assumed that I was exempt from the stand up and bend over routine. Who wants to see a middle-aged guy's asshole? However, once Cassie straightened up, she said, "Ok, Harry. Your turn."
Drew poked my arm playfully. I decided that, if the girls had done it, I really had no excuse. So, I stood up, turned my back to the class, spread my legs a bit, and bent over. It was actually kind of nice. I didn't know that Drew had walked behind me until she slapped my bare ass.
