This story is the fourth in a series. The stories are told in sequence, so I think it is wise to read my stories "Kelli," "Kelli CH 02," and "Kelli CH 03" before reading this story.
This story is a work of fiction. Real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved like the characters in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Thank you for reading this.
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To my relief and great joy, Kelli said yes. The wedding turned into a great deal of fun, not all of which we anticipated. Kelli and I are proud of what occurred at our wedding. I hope you don't mind me recounting it in some detail.
It was a given that we would have a nude wedding and reception. Kelli and I preferred a ceremony in which only she and I would be nude, with the wedding party and guests clothed until the reception started. Of course, no venue would allow that. Kelli also felt obligated to have Karen as her maid of honor and Karen insisted on going nude in the ceremony as did Kelli's dad. The only place we could have the wedding and reception was Kelli's parents' place. I think that's how Kathleen and Jeff Stouffer wanted it.
We set the date for mid-September, a bit more than two months off. Having the ceremony and reception at the Stouffers' meant that the guests would have to go nude also. That did not exclude many people who mattered to us from the guest list.
I called my sister Lisa in Germany to tell her I was getting married. I had not seen Lisa in years and it never crossed my mind that she would want to come to the wedding. "When and where is it?" Lisa asked.
"September 12 at my in-laws east of Columbus," I answered.
Lisa was quiet for a moment before she said, "yeah, I can make that."
"You're coming to the wedding?" I said in fear and amazement.
"Of course," Lisa said. "You're the only surviving member of my immediate family. Kurt will come too. He's never been to Ohio."
"Uh, Lisa," I said, "I'm not sure how to tell you this. My in-laws are nudists. They don't allow anyone on their property with clothes on."
Lisa laughed. "So, you and, what's her name, Kelli, are getting married in the buff?"
"Yeah," I said.
"This is too good," Lisa said. "I have to be there."
"Uh, Lisa, you'll have to take your clothes off too or they won't let you attend the wedding or the reception," I said.
Lisa laughed again. "Why don't I fly into Cincinnati a few days early? I can meet Kelli and show Kurt my hometown. Kurt will impress you. He's sure impressed me."
Lisa did not say she would go nude for the wedding. The sister I knew would not go nude in front of me. Lisa used to try, with surprising success, to talk her way around rules she didn't like. I doubted that would work with the Stouffers. However, I also knew that pressing Lisa was pointless. If she wanted me to know how she intended to deal with the nudity issue, she would have told me right away. I would find out what Lisa was going to do about it when Lisa was ready for me to find out. With resignation in my voice, I said "let me know in advance when you are coming in."
"Of course," Lisa said brightly. We ended the call.
I recounted my call with Lisa to Kelli. "Mom and Dad are not going to let her on the property if she doesn't strip naked," Kelli said. Kelli laughed. "They might be willing to set up closed-circuit TV so Lisa can watch from out on the road with her clothes on."
Our wedding invitations said prominently that "everyone attending the wedding or reception is expected to be completely nude at all times. Persons wearing clothing will be asked to leave." I gave Kelli my guest list. The only names on it that were not already on Kelli's list were Lisa and her German boyfriend Kurt Kleist.
"You are not inviting anyone at all from your firm?" Kelli asked.
"How do you think they'd react to an invitation telling them they have to go nude?" I asked rhetorically. Kelli wanted me to leave the firm, so she did not care.
"What about the partner who's in AFHF?" Kelli asked. "She must be nude-friendly up to a point."
"Julia Minter?" I said. "She's the only one there who might not be offended, but she wouldn't come. That would just be fishing for a wedding gift." Kelli nagged me, nicely, until I agreed to invite Julia. The invitations told guests to RSVP to Kathleen Stouffer, but I thought I would hear something from Julia after she got the invitation. I did not.
Karen and Rob had a nude wedding and reception at her parents' house several years earlier. Unfortunately, the caterer they used then had gone out of business. We had already invited Judy and Tom Abbot when Kelli asked them for leads on another caterer. To make a long story short, Judy and Tom offered to cater the reception at cost. They also told us that Nicole wanted to sing at the wedding and suggested that we have Nicole's friend Kristen provide music. Kristen had a portable keyboard which was a small synthesizer that allowed her to be almost a one-woman orchestra. We readily agreed to both ideas.
Lisa and Kurt flew in the Wednesday before the wedding. They stayed in a downtown hotel because (a) Kurt had the money and (b) Lisa wanted to show him around her old hometown. We met them for dinner shorty after they checked into their hotel. Either my memory was flawed, or Lisa had changed because she looked a lot sexier than I remembered. Lisa is three years older than me, so she was 32 then. Kurt was, I guessed, twenty years older than Lisa. He was tall, thin, and tan, with a head of silver hair. I would have guessed tennis player but for a slightly weathered face that made think of Kurt as a sailor. He was casually, but expensively, dressed. Lisa had told me he was a successful "private banker."
I tried, clumsily, to ask over dinner whether Lisa and Kurt would, in fact, go nude at the wedding. Lisa smiled broadly. "Will," she said, "we haven't seen each other for years. Much has happened in my life you don't know about. For example, how do you think I met Kurt?"
"I have no idea," I replied.
"In Munich," Lisa said, "there is a large park called the Englischer Garten. It is like Central Park in New York, right in the city center. There is a large lawn, the first part you reach coming from my office in fact, where nude sunbathing is permitted. In good weather, a lot of people leave their offices and sun naked in the park on their lunch breaks. Some of the Munichers I work with got me to go. I loved it and became a regular there. There are people walking around selling sandwiches, beer, and soda to the nude folks so I could eat lunch and sun my bare buns."
Lisa took a bite of her food. "I was lying on my back one lunchtime without a stitch on," Lisa continued. "I looked up and saw this gorgeous nude man standing there looking down at me."
Kurt interjected, "I saw Lisa and was instantly drawn to her. I could no more walk away from her than I could flap my arms and fly."
"In other words," Lisa said, "Kurt and I were both bareass naked when we met. When you and I talked last Christmas, I had no clothes on. The lodge Kurt takes me to is a private club in the mountains. Clothing is strongly discouraged. So yeah, I'm looking forward to getting naked at your wedding."
Kurt interjected again. "Kelli and Will, you must come to Munich next summer. You can experience the Englischer Garten and be our guests at the lodge. You will love the mountains and the lodge has many, uh, amusements."
"It sounds nice," Kelli said, "but I'm not working, and I want Will to get out of that firm he's in. I doubt we'll have the money to go to Europe any time soon."
"Where are you going on Honeymoon?" Kurt asked.