All people and places are fictional. All characters are over eighteen.
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Cinnamon Sugar
Kelsey graduated from high school on a warm June day, along with eighty-five smiling classmates. The ceremony took place on the football field. The auditorium was ready in case of rain, but it was a beautiful early summer day, with wispy clouds and golden sunlight. The gods of fate had scheduled the big event on Kelsey's birthday. Not only was she graduating from school, she was graduating from childhood. She was eighteen.
She'd had an up-bringing that could only be described as "unusual." The only child of free-thinking artists, she lived with her parents, Bobby and Kay, in an old Victorian house ten miles outside of town. The stately old dwelling sat behind an abandoned apple orchard and wasn't visible from the road. Bobby and Kay had chosen the old place because Kay had grown up a naturist, and they wanted to live the same way, sans clothing most of the time, without having to hide behind a big fence or, even worse, stay indoors.
So Kelsey grew up naked, with naked parents. But that was only one part of her unusual childhood. Bobby and Kay were swingers. Theirs was an open marriage. They attended — and hosted — parties with like minded couples, swapping partners and playing in orgies.
Kelsey didn't know about all that when she was young, of course, but she had gradually figured things out. More than once she'd snuck home when she wasn't supposed to be there and surreptitiously watched the goings-on out by the pool. It took a while for her to come to grips with the fact that her mom and dad were so different from other kid's parents. She wasn't ashamed of them, but it was hard for her to wrap her head around all her new discoveries. But she did, and it all seemed normal after a while.
She grew up with a much clearer knowledge than most kids of what it was to be a sexual person, which is why her virginity at her high school graduation was so odd. Oh, sure, she'd had chances to lose it — she was a stone cold fox and a cheerleader after all — but she didn't know if she wanted to be 'loose' like her mother, and, well, she just hadn't met the right guy.
Did I mention she was a stone cold fox? She'd stopped growing upward at four feet eleven inches, but she kept growing outward, her body filling out in an extraordinarily womanly fashion. Perfectly proportioned and jiggly in a Brigitte Bardot kind of way, Kelsey looked a lot like her mother, with blue eyes, ridiculously long cinnamon-red hair, and full-body freckles, every one of them perfectly tanned from walking around naked in the sunshine.
She was naked under her graduation gown on the football field that day too. She'd done it because it felt right — being a life-long naturist had sunk deep into her psyche — but it was fun too, and she'd talked three of her girlfriends into going commando with her. Their parents would've been horrified if they'd known, but Kelsey was pretty sure her own parents would have thought it was cool. She didn't tell them though.
Kelsey's lovely smile beamed as she walked across the stage to get her diploma. Goosebumps covered every inch of her when she shook the principal's hand and took the certificate from him. The warm breeze caressed her body under the loose gown as she looked out at the assembled crowd. She raised her arms high over her head as everyone clapped and her parents cheered. The youthful chapter of her life was over. It was time to become an adult.
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A week after graduation Kelsey's friend Brie threw a pool party. Brie lived with her single dad. He was a sales rep who worked from home and traveled a lot. When he left for the airport that morning he kissed Brie on the cheek and reminded her of his "no parties" policy.
"Yes Daddy," she said, sounding disappointed. "I'm eighteen you know."
"I know sweetie," he said. "I'll get used to it someday. Love you. See you in a couple days."
Brie and her dad lived just a few miles from Kelsey, in a two-year-old log home on the top of a high clearing with a million dollar view in all directions. The nice in-ground pool was new that spring, and Brie was just aching to have all her friends over. She knew a big party would be a mistake and her dad would find out somehow, so she kept it small — three of her cheerleader girlfriends and three boys, all of them newly graduated and all heading off in different directions to college.
It was twilight when Brie's friends began to arrive. The sky was dark-yellow at the horizon, from the haze of the thick humidity that had settled over the area a few days before. It was forecast to be the warmest night of the year so far, perfect for a soirée by the pool.
Brie's eyes bugged out when Kelsey arrived. She had on cute white shorts, so only the top of her little bikini was visible, but it was a doozie, and the ample tits on Kelsey's little body looked spectacular cradled in the thin fabric. Brie was used to it of course. She and Kelsey had been friends forever, and for the past few years Kelsey's stunning body always grabbed attention. That new bikini though, with Kelsey finally 'all filled out' up top, looked particularly insane.
It was hard for Kelsey, or her mom for that matter, to judge what was 'too sexy' when it came to bathing suits. They didn't wear
anything
around the house or at their own pool, and their vacations had almost always been to areas with nude beaches. The concept of 'too much skin' was foreign to them. 'Conventional limits' was a bit of a blurry concept to a mother who was a naturist and a swinger. So how did all that play out when Kay took Kelsey shopping in the spring and they found themselves in the bathing suit aisle?
"I can't believe we have to wear these things," Kay said. She said the same thing every year when they shopped for a new bathing suit for Kelsey's changing body. "This one isn't bad," she said, holding up three square inches of fabric held together with dental floss. "You can get a good tan in this one."
So that's how Kelsey ended up wearing almost nothing to her first pool party with boys, her voluptuous, petite curves on glorious display. No, she wasn't in the microscopic suit her mother picked out. The one Kelsey liked was a tiny bit more substantial, but it was noticeably smaller and clingier than what the other girls had on. She looked like a sex kitten in it.
The party was laid back and fun. Brie was glad she'd kept it small. The friends she'd invited weren't rowdy or troublemakers. She felt comfortable enough with how it was going to drag her father's expensive stereo speakers out onto the patio next to the pool, and she cracked open a couple bottles of his liquor. He collected fancy bourbon and scotch by the case and she was sure he wouldn't miss a bottle or two.
A boy named Austin was new in town, transferring into the school halfway though senior year. He was polite and friendly and cute, all the girls liked him immediately, but he was a little shy and Kelsey hadn't gotten to know him much. They definitely hit it off at the party though, drinking expensive bourbon cut with Pepsi, with their legs dangling in the warm water. As their nice conversation progressed, and the bourbon loosened them up, Austin asked Kelsey about what the boys had told him.
"So I heard you don't wear clothes at home," he said, blushing a little after he'd said it.
"Oh, yeah," Kelsey said. "It's pretty normal when it's all you've ever done."
"Wow...yeah, I guess, maybe," Austin said, glancing sheepishly at Kelsey's curves.
"They're just bumps on my chest," she said, smiling when she saw him looking. "You've got 'em too," she said, looking at his nicely defined pecs. Austin smiled.
Brie had her old man's speakers throbbing out deep hip dance grooves from Fetty Wap and Drake. The bass heavy beat seemed to swirl in the thick, humid air, and the pitch black starless sky surrounding the secluded house was just asking for mischief.
"It still seems...crazy though," Austin said. "You just walk around naked all the time?"
"It's not a big deal," Kelsey said. She reached behind herself, untied her bikini top and took it off. "There," she said. "How is this any different than this tiny little bit of fabric," she said, holding the little top up for him to see. "It's not. It's all in your head."
