I realised that my skimpy top was nearly off altogether, by the time Peter was finished kissing me in front of all our assembled guests. The atmosphere was so jubilant that I didn't bother to fix it up when I turned to face our guests again. I did notice that both Sally and Rebecca were cooking at the Bar-B-Que and nobody was taking a lot of notice of my naked nipples. More than two thirds of our fellow club members were already naked by now. They were starting to mingle and talk among themselves. It was evident that they were used to nudity.
"What do you call this club of yours anyway, darling." removing my top altogether as I spoke. "It's all so new to me."
"Grecian Athletic Society." Peter responded. "It's a bit of a G.A.S., isn't it?" He laughingly explained. "All Greek athletes used to compete in the nude and we didn't want to spoil that image. There are only a dozen regulars, so far, and now you know all of them." He paused, looking at me. "Why don't you put your top and-Hmm, in our bedroom? Here!" He slipped off his own suit. "Put these away at the same time, Babe? Love you! Don't be too long."
It wasn't as though I hadn't been pre-warned. Peter's words about the pool party reverberated in my brain when I walked away from him.
"Everyone will be in swimsuits, at least to start with." I remembered him saying. I just hadn't been expecting him to strip off his own suit, quite so soon. I was a bit unprepared.
Lost in my startled and confused thoughts, I bumped into Harry on the way inside the house.
"Hey Pam! Into your fantasy world so soon?" He smiled as he steadied his glass of beer. "Great party!"
"Oops! Sorry Harry. I was just putting Peter's togs away for him and dropping my top off at the same time. I wasn't fantasising."
"Good girl!" He smiled. "It's nice to see you getting used to nudity among the others. Remember, baby steps at first! You won't need to fantasise, before too long." His piercing blue eyes softened. "Hurry along then!" He looked at me knowingly.
He patted my almost naked bottom. The cord reminded me of the little wisp of modesty that remained. I scurried off to our bedroom, taking more care this time not to bump into others. Peter had implied that I should remove my bottoms as well, even if he didn't actually order me to. I sat on our bedroom stool, fighting a battle of wills between my former self and a strong desire to please my 'HUSBAND'.
That decided me. He had made the announcement and I guessed that all the people at the party would soon be seeing ALL of me anyway if Peter had anything much to do with it. He was making my decisions from now on. I thought about it as I put my engagement ring back on.
"Sometimes, nothing at all." "Baby steps." "Be yourself, Pam."
Both Harry and Peter's words kept ringing in my ears as I reached for the fastenings of my 'Wicked Weasel' suit bottoms.
Finally nude, I looked into the mirror and combed my hair. If I was going out among the guests, looking like this, at least I wanted to look as good as I could. I applied a light makeup and examined my naked image again.
"If only those damned tan lines didn't accentuate my vaginal lips so much. I can't go out like this!" I was talking to myself again and by now, I knew what THAT meant. As I was looking, my body was so tense that my nipples were aching and my vulva had swelled indecently. I was sexually excited and yet reluctant at the same time to look this way. Harry had been right, as usual. I HAD been thinking of Gerry, when I bumped into Harry. I reflected on the incident.
"Why can't I get that young boy out of my mind" I muttered. aloud. "Shit! There I go again."
I frantically reached into my drawers with some crazy idea of finding my sun block. I intended to try something light in colour that would soften the hue of my dark pink labial lips against the stark contrast of my milky white skin.
"Maybe that will work?" I reached for it.
"Maybe what will work, Pamela?" Sally's voice made me jump and my hand came out empty.
"Oh!---Nothing Sal-" Crouching, I wheeled around in shock. I was just hunting for my things.---Ah---Peter put all my stuff away."
Sally was standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but an interested smile. I couldn't tell her what I was really looking for, or why for that matter. I was so embarrassed to be found, talking to myself and hunting through my drawers. My body was tense as I straightened up to face her. Would she notice my engorged labia?
"I just came in to tell you that we're all waiting for you to come out, for some food." She explained. "Peter asked me to see if I could help." She eyed me over. "You look great to me. Congratulations Pam." She noticed my ring finger. "Now that you're part of our family and we're working together with Harry, we'll be seeing each other rather a lot." She smiled warmly. "I'm so pleased."
She took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze and guided me out of the bedroom.
"Oh! By the way, Rebecca is dying to see all the results of my handiwork the other night. She's so pissed off that you wouldn't let her watch us, when I did it." She quickened her pace.
'Just what I needed.' I thought. 'A bull lesbian checking my-?-out.'
"Jeez!" I said it aloud, just as we were getting further toward the ranch-slider door to the pool. "Whoops! Forgot something." I pulled back on her vice-like grip of my hand.
"Later!" She was much stronger. "Come and meet everyone. We're all famished." She led me outside.
No choice! Fantasy time again. I drifted off and relaxed.
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This time I was being examined for a piercing like Sally's. Gerry--Shit No!-- Harry was ordering me to open up my legs. The kindly old lady--old STRAIGHT lady was peering at my most secret place.
"How does that feel, my young lass?"