I suppose deep down inside I was always a bit of a show-off. My best friend's girlfriend confirmed that and much more. Being sexually exposed can be thrilling in a very unique way.
"I like Budweiser Lime!" Liza wasn't shy about making her choice known.
"Me too." My girlfriend giggled along with Liza, picking up a six-pack and stuffing it into my hand. Being the closest to the legal drinking age, I was usually successful in bypassing the ID test.
The clerk must have realized by our unsophisticated choices that we were novice drinkers. Indeed, the girls were eighteen but under the legal drinking age which was nineteen years old at the time. The university liquor store cashier gave me an 'I know how old you guys are' look, and rang us through without asking for ID.
Late afternoons were a great time to head down the bluff trail to the area's public clothing-optional beach. All the nudists were clearing out. We'd have some choice spots to set up for a drinking party.
"That's the good thing about this place." Waylon proudly reiterating his minimal experience. "The cops never come down here, and it's the only beach where you can have an open campfire." Aside from a few departing stragglers and the occasional beach-walker, between the bluff behind us and pebbly shoreline, there was no one around us for a half kilometre on either side.
He was correct though. The police didn't come to the public nudist beach unless it was an emergency or they were on one of those random drug-checking visible-to-the-public PR missions.
Each of us gathered some branches and wood for the fire, while Waylon constructed a circle of enough beach boulders for a giant campfire. Walon was six foot four tall, almost albino blonde, with Barry Manilow wavy blond hair, and never shy to remind people about his former boy-scout skills. In this case, step-by-step verbal instructions on how to get the wood ready for a beach fire.
"Let's walk out in the water." My girlfriend Katie was super cute. She had Marsha Brady like straight blonde hair and looked to me a lot like Lindsay Wagner.
Waylon and I continued the campfire and set up for our drinking party. I moved beach logs around in a semi-circle, while he nit-picked with the twigs and kindling.
One glance at the long bare legs and cut-off jeans of our two cute girlfriends wading out into the shallow ocean surf and I stopped all my campfire preparation.
Waylon stood up beside me and looked.
"Shall we?"
I looked beside me where he was kicking off his jeans. I liked the idea of getting completely naked, after all, we were at a nudist beach. Who would care? One by one I took off every stitch of clothing and piled them in a log niche.
Each of us buck-naked, and feeling impressive, for the moment, made a quick plan that would startle our sweethearts. With their backs to us, the girls were about to be surprised. I felt like if we got naked then the girls would be encouraged to, as well. I'm sure Waylon had precisely the same thoughts.
"Let's go!" Equipment flopping, I ran fast towards the shore and into the shallow tidal water, kicking up spray.
Waylon was right beside me when we splashed by the girls. We pranced past into the deeper water. He did a good job of getting enough overspray on them to make their braless tops translucent.
"You guys are crazy!" Liza laughed.
"You're naked!" Katie pretended as if she was in semi-shock, but her intonation was approving.
As we wandered out of the waist-deep water back towards the girls, they turned to each other and whispered then giggled loudly.
I was hoping they were considering joining us in the buff.
"Looks like someone has shrinkage!" Liza laughed loudly.
Although Waylon only had a little shrinkage from the cool ocean water, I had major shrinkage.
I always did get shrinkage from cold water. Usually, this would have been concealed by a bathing suit, but there was no hiding the family jewels' retreat.
Waylon ran up to the girls and started splashing them. This I hoped would distract them from joking more about my cold genitals, so I joined in.
In my mind, if we got them real wet, they might shuck off their clothing too. That wasn't working.
Katie's top was the first to get saturated and reveal her pert breasts and sharp nipples. Just like a wet t-shirt contest.
"You might as well be naked now!" Waylon affirmed while we turned our attention to Liza.
Liza's smallish breasts were a little further apart, kind of like a Morgan Fairchild chest, her face reminded me of a button-nosed Jodie Foster.
Waylon splashed, but like a horny visual guy, I completely saturated her chest with water. Soon her succulent marshmallowy nipples became visible in the soaked translucent pink fabric. Liza didn't object to my overt enthusiasm.
"They're not getting hard," I pointed out, trying my best to cool off her breasts and bring her nipples to firm buttons.
"They never do." Liza teased a shy smile and cocked her head to the side.
Her suckable nipples and that cute glance instantly switched my erection engine on. I felt her eyes, then everyone else's on my quickly hardening cock.
I turned and bolted for the deep water, trying to think of anything at all that would deflate my cock, while I did turns in the waist-deep surf.
Waylon had retreated to our gravelly beach party spot and lit the fire. The girls were sifting through shells on the beach. My erection was incessant, even though dusk approached, nothing would hide my third leg. Reluctantly I headed out of the water towards the fire and the safety of my clothing. 'Maybe the girls would be too busy with seashells to notice.'
"You finally made it!" Liza noticed the instant I hit the ankle-deep water.
"Are you finished swimming now?" Katie's eyes widened when she saw my still stiff cock.
"We won't need any hot dogs!" Liza's voice contained just a hint of want, even though she laughed out loud.
"Big hot dogs!" Katie smiled knowing what it was like to have me inside of her.
My face flushed with embarrassment, my cold balls shrank close to my body, while my penis with a mind of its own stiffened proudly enough to hang a towel from. 'Shit!' "I'm going to go up and warm up and get dressed."
"No don't!" suggestively Katie was wanting me to remain nude.
"Yeah, don't get dressed." Liza agreed. There was no mistaking what her laser-focused eyes were looking at.
"It's going to get cold." I walked past looking back briefly. Already goosebumps rose on my sea-breeze-cooled skin. In my mind, I wrestled with their request. 'Was it worth being cold? And further embarrassed?'
"We'll keep you warm," Liza suggested.
That comment from Liza titillated me. 'Just how did she plan on keeping me warm and would Katie agree with that?'
Waylon had his pastel blue jockey underwear and a Bruce Springsteen white t-shirt on as he crafted the flames into a sizable campfire. The girls' feet made crushing sounds on the beach pebbles while I cracked a beer tab and sat my bare butt down on the splinter-free beach log. I eyeballed the safety of my clothes tucked in the log across from me.
Liza was the first to sit down right beside me on the log. Katie plunked down on the other side. Their breeze-cooled clothing was still damp as the girls nestled tight against my naked body.
My knobby cock head poked up from my tightly squeezed legs.
"Waylon would never be caught dead like this!" Liza smudged her small warm hand along my cool thigh while she looked at her boyfriend.
"Never, no way!" Poking the fire with a stick, superiority hinted within his agreement.
"Beer time!" Katie handed Liza a lime beer. The girls giggled and chattered for a while until the chat normalized between us. I was warming up and ignoring my circumstances more or less.
The beach breeze stopped and the summer evening air around us became comfortably temperate. I sipped my beer slowly, while the girls each worked on their third can. My cock's erection waned to a thick warm sausage, while I enjoyed the warm bodies on either side of me. My semi-panicked breathing slowed to comfortable deep breaths between deliberately non-erotic self-imposed mental images and thoughts over the forty-five minutes or so to be quite comfortable sandwiched within the fleshy body warmth of our two girlfriends.
"Looks like your fire is going out, Waylon." Katie teased knowing his boy-scout mentality would have him fretting over his fire.
"Yeah, we're getting cold." Liza wriggled and leaned into me enough to start to wake up my erection again.
The heated stiffness contrasting notably between the cool skin of my inner thighs. My cock wanted attention and was going to tell the whole world!
Waylon poked a stick at the glowing logs frowning, dissatisfied with the dwindling flames, got up and wandered somewhere along the darkened beach up to gather some more firewood.
The three of us watched him wander off before Katie broke the extended if not slightly uncomfortable minute of silence, "I have to go pee!" Three beers extended her syllables.
"Alright, you go pee then." Liza was similarly tipsy.
Katie's vacancy left the right side of me uncuddled. 'There goes my warm blanket.'
"How can you still be hard for so long?" Liza was correct. My self-motivated cock was showing its willingness to be attended to.
"I guess I'm just excited."
"Katie's lucky, you're so damn big." True I was a grower and not a shower, so I deduced in her comment that Waylon, despite his physical size was not so well endowed.
"Thanks, I guess." I opened my thighs just long enough for my erection to spring straight up like a pogo stick. If it was any harder it would have made a 'boing' sound.
"If I didn't have my period, I climb on top of that right now."
