The story that follows is a re-telling of my last year's Nude Day contest entry, 'Okay, Baby, We'll Do It!' but this time from Kirsty's viewpoint instead of Helen's. Hope you like it
Kirsty was bored. Not mind-numbingly bored, just couldn't-be-bothered-to think-of-anything-to-do-before-supper bored. She'd picked up the local paper to read for something to do and was skimming through it. A lot of the content was devoted to the actions of the local City Council, a bunch who her Mom had described as Neanderthal only yesterday.
It's funny how the mind works sometimes, how a word will stand out from a page. The word was 'nude'. An ordinary little word, only four letters, perfectly innocent in itself, just meaning 'naked' or 'uncovered.' But add boys to the equation and it could get interesting. She read on. Wow! A nude beach! Here in Hicksville. Yee-haa!
It seemed that the City Council had agreed that the beach at Dover Point, well away from the more popular beaches and well screened by dunes and pines, could be used from July 5 for nude sunning and bathing. A footnote said that family parties would be admitted to the beach free on July 14, National Nude Day. An idea jumped fully-formed into Kirsty's consciousness. Did she dare? Soon find out. . . .
"Mom?"
"Yes, dear?"
"Remember, when I was revising for my exams?"
Yes?"
"You promised me a day out with you, at your expense, anywhere I wanted, if I passed them all?"
"I remember. Okay, show me."
Kirsty passed the paper over, open. "The item half-way down the right hand column." She held her breath, waiting for her Mom's reaction. It was milder than she'd feared
"You expect me to accompany you to a
nude beach?
" There was a strange note in her Mom's voice. Terror?
"Yes, Mom, because you promised."
Helen Anderson shoved the paper under her daughter's nose. "I didn't expect anything like that!"
"No, but you said I could choose. Not on opening day. We'll go on the 14th."
Her Mom frowned. "Bastille day?"
What was she talking about? Oh! French history. "So it is," said Kirsty, grinning again, "but I suggested the 14th because it's National Nude Day."
"National
Nude
Day! Ye gods!"
Kirsty sobered. "Mom, you promised. Anywhere, you said."
"I know, but this!"
She studied her mother. "Mom, Dad has been dead for three years now. You're a good-looking woman - you are, so don't try to deny it - and I'd be proud to have you with me."
"Thank you, sweetheart," she said, looking at the paper again. She looked up. "All day?"
"All day, Mom."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a natural show-off and this is my big chance." Kirsty grinned. "I guess really I just want to see if I have the nerve to be naked in public and I wanted my best friend there with me to hold my hand."
"I thought Jeannie was your best friend?"
"Mom! You know what I mean. Anyway, you really are my best friend." And she was. She'd always been there for Kirsty, answering her questions, supporting, encouraging, helping her cope with her father's death, despite her own sorrow.
"You really want to do this? Really, really?" Was her Mom weakening?
"Really, really, Mom." Kirsty shrugged. "I guess if you really, really
don't
want to, Mom, we can do something else."
There was a pause as they studied each other, until Helen took a deep breath. "Okay, baby, we'll do it!" There was a rueful expression on her face.
Kirsty leaped up and hugged her. "Thanks, Mom. Can Jeannie come with us?"
"I guess so, sweetheart. Safety in numbers. Who's gonna notice me if I'm with you sex kittens." She smiled across at Kirsty.
Kirsty grinned. "I would, if I was a man."
Helen laughed. "Thanks, baby. Tell you what, since this is going to be such an
expensive
day - " Kirsty grinned " - I'll treat the three of us to dinner at Toni's that night. Okay?"
"Very okay, Mom. Thanks, Mom, thanks a lot."
Kirsty thought Jeannie was going into shock when she suggested it, but she rallied quickly, a thoughtful look on her face. "There'll be boys on the beach, won't there?"
"I hope so!" said Kirsty. "We can size up their shlongs!"
Jeannie giggled. "That thought did cross my mind. While they get to see our tits! Never mind, I think we both have nice ones." She shook her head. "We could just have gone ourselves, you know, you didn't have to persuade your Mom to come."
Kirsty frowned. "I know, but I thought it might take her out of herself a bit. She's been so down since Daddy was killed."
"So have you!"
Kirsty made a face. "I know. I think I'm okay now. It's been three years, I wish she'd go on a date or something."
"Yeah, tell me about it! I've got Dad moping at home. He and Mom are still friendly enough, but he could do with dating, too."
"We should get them together," said Kirsty thoughtfully.
Jeannie stared at her. "Yes," she said slowly. "We should. I know Dad likes her."
"Mom likes your Dad, too. He was really good to us when Dad was killed. Your Mom, too."
Jeannie giggled. "If Dad saw your Mom at Dover Point it might help!"
"Tell him where we're going," urged Kirsty. "It might tempt him."
"Ohmigod, he'd see us, too!"
There was a brief tingle in Kirsty's pussy as she thought of Jeannie's father seeing her naked. "Does that bother you?"
"N-o-o," said Jeannie slowly, "I don't think it does. Mind you, I'll probably blush like crazy if he does come."
Kirsty laughed. "Me too! How would you feel if they
did
get together, and it got serious. I mean, your Dad in my Mom's bed. Or vice-versa."
Jeannie looked thoughtful. "I don't think it would bother me too much. I mean, I know Mom and Dad aren't going to get back together. They made that pretty clear. I like your Mom. If I had to pick someone out for Dad, it would be someone like her."
Kirsty hugged her friend. "If it got
really
serious, we could end up as step-sisters. I'd like that. I get lonely sometimes as an only child."
"Me, too." Jeannie laughed. "We have to get them together, first."
"First step could be Dover Point."
"I'll tell Dad where we're going, I'll tell him your Mom's going." Jeannie shrugged. "After that, it's up to them."
"Roll on the fourteenth!"
Which came incredibly slowly. Kirsty, her Mom and Jeannie had discussed the day and the meal and they had agreed to take casual clothes for the evening meal, and to wear what seemed appropriate for the day and the weather, which meant that Kirsty was wearing shorts and a bikini top and Helen a light cotton sun dress when they arrived to collect Jeannie.
Similarly clad to Kirsty, Jeannie threw her bag into the back of Helen's car and scrambled in. "Hi, Kirsty. Hi, Mrs Anderson."
"Jeannie," said Helen, "you are now officially an adult, yes?"
"Yes." Puzzled.
"Call me Helen. That way I don't feel so old. Okay?"
Jeannie laughed. "Okay, Helen it is, Helen."
"Can
I
call you Helen, Mom?" asked Kirsty.
"Definitely!" Helen laughed. "Except when I'm establishing that we're a family group to avoid paying, okay?"
Kirsty laughed. "Okay, cheapskate!"
They were soon at Dover Point and heading towards the beach. Kirsty noticed a startled expression on her mother's face when they came to the shiny new sign saying 'No clothes beyond this point', but she didn't hesitate long when she saw that Kirsty and Jeannie were already naked. Kirsty grabbed one of her mother's hands, Jeannie the other and they tugged her towards the beach, Kirsty suddenly proud of her mother's slender beauty.
There were quite a few people already on the beach. Youngsters of both sexes in the majority, but there were enough older people to make Helen feel less uncomfortable, Kirsty thought. Someone called Helen's name, an older woman, and she stopped to talk to her, while Kirsty and Jeannie found a spot just beside the pines where the beach narrowed. A nice warm hollow between the dunes.
"Where's Mom?"
"I'll go see." Jeannie retraced her steps and paused, looking over the dune. She waved. "Over here, Helen."
Kirsty had laid out their towels. She looked up at Jeannie. "I think we should take turns to guard our things. What d'ya think?"
"Good idea."
"I'll get Mom to take first turn."
Helen came over the dune and joined the girls, smiling and looking much happier, Kirsty thought, than she had when they arrived.
"Hi, Mom - Helen - we were just going to have a swim. They'll probably be okay, but we thought maybe one of us should stay with our things. If you take first watch, one of us will come back, then you can go in the water. We'll all take turns being watchdog."
Helen nodded in agreement. "Sounds sensible, daughter mine. Okay, but if one of you could put some sun block on my back before you go. I can manage my front."
The intimate task was quickly accomplished and Kirsty and Jeannie trotted off together towards the water.
"Did you see who was along the beach, playing volleyball?" Kirsty asked.
Jeannie grinned. "I saw Mary Ross and Jimmy Perez, and wasn't that Julie March, too?"
"Yeah, I think you're right, and I think the fourth one is Billy Trainor."
"Tell you what, Jeannie, let's get in the water, swim along that way, get out past them and just kinda saunter back . What d'ya say?"
"I say yes. Race you!" Jeannie raced into the water, followed quickly by a squealing Kirsty. The two girls swam about twenty yards out, then turned and swam parallel to the beach for ten minutes before letting the waves carry them back inshore. They wrung their hair out to get get rid of most of the water then hand-in-hand ambled back along the shore towards Helen.
As they neared the volleyball game Jeannie squeezed Kirsty's fingers. Kirsty glanced across.
"Just look at the pricks on Jimmy and Billy. Very nice, wouldn't you say?" asked Jeannie in a low voice.
Kirsty grinned at her friend. "Good enough to eat, I'd say." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
Jeannie giggled, a look of fascinated horror on her face. "You wouldn't?"
"I might," said Kirsty. "I'd like to know what it's like."
"Would you -- swallow?"
"Dunno. It might depend on how excited I was." She loosened Jeannie's hand and waved. "Hi, guys."
"Hi, Kirsty. Jeannie," said Billy Trainor, his eyes flickering over them, a pleased look on his face.