This story is the nineteenth in a series. It may or may not be the last depending upon response. While this story can, hopefully, be read enjoyably by itself, the earlier installments provide context and character background. My characters and their names are entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any real person is unintended and coincidental.
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The Tuesday after Tia and Stefan came over for dinner, Wendy matched Erin and me against Melina and Darcy. Wendy had let the word out about this match too and it drew a crowd. The crowd was not as big as the one for the Melina and Darcy versus Wendy and Carla match, but this match only had three beautiful naked ladies. It also had me.
I figured that Erin and I were in trouble going in. However, I played well above my usual mediocrity and Erin was, as she always is, outstanding. Melina and Darcy took the first game 23-21. In the second game, I hit a serve perfectly the way Melina had told me. This one had all my strength and it planted Melina on her bare ass.
Getting up and brushing her ass off, Melina called across the net, "I wish that I had not told you how to serve. When you get it right, you are too strong, like my father." We took the second game 21-19.
The third game was very close. All four of us had dropped the "friendly" part and were competing our bare asses off. Uncharacteristically, I was doing it well. We got to 25-25 Wendy invoked our rarely used tie-break procedure. One point winner-take-all. We flipped for serve and we won. I boomed a served which Melina set for Darcy. Erin blocked Darcy's attempted spike and the ball caromed way up. Melina managed to get it to Darcy.
Typically, they used Darcy and her strength to put the ball over. Assuming that they would do the same this time, I was moving towards the net to try to block Darcy. Before I could react, Darcy set the ball just on their side of the net. Melina jumped amazingly high, caught the ball almost at its highest point and spiked it, right into my balls.
My thigh had taken some of the force of the spike, but it still hurt. I was in the fetal position in the sand. Erin was bending over me when Melina, who had left the court, came back with ice in a plastic bag. Erin rolled me onto my back and Melina held the ice bag to my balls. That almost made it worth being hit.
Later, I was sitting with Tia, Stefan, Carla, and Erin, recuperating, when Tia said, "Melina turned 18 yesterday. Darcy turns 18 tomorrow. Kent or Patricia will be calling you to invite you to a joint birthday party they are hosting at their home Saturday at 1:00 p.m. It will be huge, Kent always invites some of his customers to his parties, and it will be clothed. That will end around 5:00 p.m. Melina asked us to invite you to a much smaller party right afterwards at our house. The birthday girl will be in her birthday suit, as will the rest of us."
Erin, Carla, and I gave each other a quick nod. Carla responded, "Thank you very much Tia. We'd love to come to your house."
The party at the Rupperts was, indeed, huge. Being held on a July Saturday afternoon, it was also hot. I know that Carla, Erin, and I would have been very glad to strip off. Wearing clothes was miserable on a day like that. I'm pretty sure that Stefan, Tia, and Melina shared that opinion, and I suspect that even Darcy would have preferred to be nude.
Erin, Carla, and I were the only nude volleyballers invited to the party. Patricia Ruppert made it clear when we arrived that we were present because Darcy insisted. She also begged us not to disclose our connection to her daughter.
"Kent has a lot of customers here. We can't have them thinking that we let Darcy run around naked in public. PLEASE, if anyone asks, just say that you're friends of the family."
A number of Darcy's high school teammates and friends were at the party, but they clearly had second-class status. We had been told that this was a joint party for Darcy and Melina. There was almost no mention of Melina. Obviously, the real purpose of the party was to foster Kent's customer relations.
Kent and Patricia made a big deal out of Darcy opening her gifts from her parents and a few of Kent's customers. Darcy's gifts from her family were all inexpensive and, frankly, cheesy. The gifts from Kent's customers were better, but not by much.
Erin had picked out one of those electronic devices which you wear while working out to monitor things like heart rate and calories burned. We gave it to Darcy very quietly when she had a moment away from being the center of attention.
Darcy thanked us, I think, sincerely. "I apologize for the party," she said. "I told my parents that I wanted you guys here because I thought that we would relax and have some fun. But Dad is just so worried about impressing his customers. I understand that he's stressed because his sales are way down this year. I'm just not sure that he's really making a positive impression today. Anyway, thank you guys for coming and thanks again for the monitor."
We all stood quietly for a moment. I wasn't at all sure what to say in response to Darcy's apology for her parents. Then Darcy smiled. "Don't think at all that you'll hurt my feelings if you leave a little early to go to the Beckers." Darcy winked, which I didn't get.
Darcy's teammates and friends started leaving around 3:00. About 3:30, Stefan came up to us. "It is earlier than we had planned," he said, "but, why don't you come on over to our house. We can sit by the pool while Tia's dinner finishes cooking."
We were very receptive to that idea. We made our way throw the thinning crowd to thank Patricia Ruppert for inviting us. We didn't have the opportunity to thank Kent. He was too busy playing waiter to a few customers who were sitting in a cluster on his patio apparently settled in for a serious drunk.
The Rupperts lived in a nice, but definitely middle income neighborhood that was on the fringe of their school district. We followed Stefan Becker's Audi a mile or two into a separate village that was one of the wealthiest in our part of the state. Just past the sign announcing the village boundary, Stefan turned onto what looked like a small road going into the woods. We drove up a small hill into a clearing that held a modest-size house with an attached three car garage and a parking apron.
Stefan put his car in a bay of the garage, stepped out, and gestured for me to park on the apron. As we got out of my car, Stefan said, "Tia and Melina have gone inside to undress. Erin and Carla, you may join them if you wish. I'd like to show Harry around just a little bit."
Erin and Carla walked inside. Stefan smiled at me and said, "Harry, welcome to the smallest lot and least expensive house in Shawnee Ridge. Tia and I weren't looking for a place in a somewhat snobby neighborhood, but this lot came on the market at a really low price because it was considered too small for buyers in this area. Still, it had enough space to be buildable and we realized that, if we did it right, the trees would give us great privacy."
Stefan led me down a walkway around the garage. "I designed the house myself and had an architect friend review and sign off on the drawings. It isn't an architectural masterpiece, but I think that we've very good use of the space available."
From the outside, the house did look a bit odd. It is difficult to explain how, but the lines were not the smooth lines customary in this neighborhood. In the back, Stefan showed me a surprisingly large pool, patio, and hot tub.
After I had looked around a bit, Stefan said "Let's get our clothes off and go inside."
We undressed on the patio and carried our clothes through a sliding glass door into what I took to be a living room. Inside, the house made a lot of sense. Things were located where they were handy and useable, but I noticed that there was not much empty space.
Erin, Carla, Melina, and Tia were standing by a counter that formed the boundary between the living room and the dining area. They were, of course, all nude and drinking glasses of wine.
Tia said happily, "I've made one of my Greek specialties for you with seafood that I had to drive a long way to find. It has about another hour to bake. All we have to drink is wine, I hope that is satisfactory."
I assured Tia that wine was perfect and that her dinner smelled delicious. She handed Stefan and me full glasses.
We stood around talking. At one point, Erin, Carla, and I were standing together. Melina came up and gave each of us a hug.
After Melina hugged us, she said, "I want to thank you all very much. Because you started your nude volleyball, I got to play and then my parents. Now, we don't wear clothes at home any more. It is so nice."
Tia had heard Melina and walked over. Smiling, she said, "Yes, because of you, our daughter has become the enthusiastic nudist. I thank you too."
A small chime sounded in the kitchen. Tia said, "I need to get the food out of the oven and serve it."
