Readers, this is 100 percent fiction, although written in the first person. Just enjoy the fantasy.
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Finally. Graduated. Class of 1978. 18 years old and ready to get away from home for good. Religiously oppressive mother and wimpy father have made my 18 years in that den very miserable. Enough said about home. At least for now.
I could never do enough. I got good grades. I stayed out of trouble. I was polite and respectful to my teachers. I went to church every Sunday; grudgingly I'll admit. I was a believer in God but not a believer in their religious dogma...or as I once said in front of my mother, dog manure. That got me a slap across the face. I was 15 then and I began looking forward to this day.
I did work part time at a drug store during my junior and senior years. Since I had gone to summer school every year during high school, I was so far ahead on my credits that I only needed to take 3 classes during both semesters of my senior year. One of those classes was P.E. and I was able to forego that in exchange of my job. The high school at the time had a working agreement with many employers in the area. As long as I was at the job 3 of the days during a school week, I could use that instead of attending the P.E. class.
As a result, I could be at work as early as 10:00 am on any weekday mornings. I often got 30+ hours per week at the store. I was a good worker and had learned to work every department in the store, including cosmetics. I didn't have to work there often, thank goodness, but I was able to fill in for breaks and lunches when the ladies were gone.
One benefit of the job was checking in the magazine orders on Tuesdays. Part of that was the Playboy magazines. The owner/pharmacist Andrew Stotts, always took one of the copies and put it in the men's bathroom, hidden in the wall so the customers couldn't see it, but I knew where he kept it. More about that later.
Another benefit was that I was able to save enough money to finally buy a car. It was nothing fancy, just a 1966 Chevy Nova. It had over 80,000 miles on it, but it still ran well. One of the teachers at school knew I was looking for something and offered it for a low amount...only 500 dollars. I had to wait until I turned 18 in April so that could buy it since my parents wouldn't let me have my own vehicle...even if I bought it with my own money. That 1966 Nova lasted me for nearly 6 years. It wasn't much to look at, but it ran well and I was pretty damn proud of it.
At first, I looked at small apartments. In a good part of town, the cost was higher than I was willing to pay. My boss, Mr. Stotts, suggested looking in the newspaper for someone with a room to rent.
There were two entries in the paper that day. One was in a part of town known for an escalating crime rate, especially home burglaries, and the other was a home near the junior college campus. That was convenient since I wanted to take classes to be a pharmacy tech at that college and it was an upscale neighborhood. The price was only 150 per month and it included utilities and a full use of the house, including the hot tub in the back yard.
I called and a talked to a lady who sounded very pleasant. She gave me directions to her house and to have the rent and deposit ready in case she made up her mind on the spot.
I had saved up close to 2000 dollars during my two years of work. I bought my car with that and I had 300 ready for rent and a deposit. The rest was to be used for my minimal tuition and book costs. Community College was designed for guys like me that couldn't afford a four-year degree. I was hoping that this home interview was successful. It was practically walking distance from school.
A nice young lady answered the door. She was a long-haired blonde with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and much younger than I had expected based on my phone conversation. I also noticed that she was wearing only a gray, sleeveless shirt that cut off a couple of inches above her navel. She was wearing very short matching gray cotton shorts. She was also reasonably attractive. She seemed to be about my height, 5 foot 9 inches tall. My first impression was that I had interrupted her workouts since I was 10 minutes early.
She had told me on the phone that her name was Ruth, but she formally introduced herself as Ruth Visser. She was 24 years old and had been divorced for over 2 years. She was an RN. She put a large down payment on the house when her aunt died 4 years ago and left her and her siblings a nice sum of cash. She was proud of her house.
She showed me around the house. It wasn't huge, but plenty big enough for two people. There was only one full bathroom that had a large shower. There was also a half-bath with only a toilet and sink. The hot tub was small, seating four, but the idea of hitting the tub prior to bedtime was enticing. We sat at the kitchen table to begin the interview.
Then she hit me with a big surprise...she was a proud nudist and would be routinely seen around the house undressed. She made it clear that it was not expected that I do so, but that I was free to join her if I so desired.
I'm not sure what kind of face I made, but Ruth laughed slightly at me.
"Bet you didn't see that coming, did you Bobby?"
"Uh...not exactly. I'm not sure how I was supposed to respond."
"The only response is to be okay with it. Look, I grew up in a home where we seldom wore clothes. If it got cold, we'd cover up, but with my parents, brother, and sister, it was just normal behavior. Also, and this is very important, it's not a sexual thing. I never had sex with my family members. I belong to a nude resort north of here and if I had sex with every guy that has seen me naked, I'd already have over a couple hundred lovers by now. Trust me, that just isn't so."
"I'll be even more honest with you. I've had 3 men in my bed over the years, and that includes my ex. I had one guy before him and one guy since. In fact, he visits here sometimes. If you move in, there's no doubt that you'll meet him sometime. His name is Tom. He's 45, divorced, and has no desire to marry. We're just friends and we enjoy the sex."
"If you move in, you'll discover that I am very open. My life is transparent. Family and friends know that I'm a nudist. Have you ever known or even met a nudist before?"
I told her about my home life. I was determined to escape that lifestyle. I told her about my life's goals. I was going to take classes to become a pharmacy tech and hopefully save enough money to assist in becoming a pharmacist. It was a long-term plan, but one that I was determined to carry out. That brought about the next question from Ruth.
"So, I'm just going to take a guess and say that you've never seen a naked woman before?" She had a slight smile. I wasn't sure if that smile was mocking me.
"That depends. Do magazines count?" I couldn't think of a better answer than that.
Ruth laughed. "Well, those gals in the magazines are nice looking, that's for sure. But what I was asking was seeing a live naked woman before."
I knew what she meant. She was forcing me to answer honestly.
"No, not in person...but if I live here I have a feeling that would change very soon." I decided from that point on I was going to be very honest with her, even if it meant slight embarrassment. She had demonstrated an openness that I found refreshing.
"It's no big deal, really," said Ruth. "It won't take long at all before it's considered normal to you."
