Nicholas slept most of the drive to Lori's parents' home, missing out on the miles of New England scenery.
Lori didn't mind. She put on a podcast. Softly. The words drifted though her. She was happy to be headed home for the weekend, but she also had a nervous worry nagging at her. There were a few complications that might not make the weekend as relaxing as she hoped and she was wondering if bringing Nicholas along was a mistake.
Nicholas was an absolute sweetheart. A good friend and a considerate lover. Which is what made it so difficult when she realized a few weeks into their relationship that the persistent thought that tugged at her in high school was genuine: she was a bonified lesbian. Not only did he take it extremely well, (much better than she ever could have expected), but he then set out to become her dedicated wingman. It was adorable how he was determined to find her a woman to explore her newly realized sapphic desires. But her shyness always got the best of her. No amount of alcohol had enabled her to make that move, even to ask someone out. She felt like a lesbian phony. A tourist. If her mother ever found out it would become an endless discussion. Although maybe her mother already knew. She must know, thought Lori, her mother was a world renowned sex therapist. If there was anyone with pin-point gaydar, it would be her.
Lori wondered why her mother never broached the subject. Sex was such an open topic in her hoursehold. Maybe she just wanted Lori to discover her sexuality on her own.
Looking over at Nicholas, she began to worry how he'd get along with her parents...and their...uh...unusual habits.
He said he was okay with it. He said it wouldn't bother him in the slightest. He said, in fact, that he would probably join them. It would be weird not to. He said in fact, he was kind of looking forward to it.
Lori wasn't so sure. It's one thing to be raised in a nudist household, it's another to be a guest in one for a weekend.
Lori's parents had always been respectful around her non-nude friends, but even then would just don flimsy robes while around the house, as if to say, "this the bare minimum I'm doing for you." A few of her friends had tried to go nude, but it almost always felt awkward, and she could feel the awkward vibes just emanating from them. She had one friend, Kelli, who was completely comfortable being nude with her. She wasn't at first, but then one day, she just had this complete change of heart that came out of nowhere. Lori came home late from school one day, and there she was, on the couch, completely nude, watching TV, waiting for her.
"I just figured, I'd try it,"Kelli said. "It feels good to be nude. I see why you do it."
They'd hang out in her room or out by the pool naked and it felt so liberating to have a friend who she could be so comfortable with. After some time though Kelli wasn't allowed to come around the house. Her parents found out what was going on and didn't approve. Thinking back, Lori realized she probably had a crush on Kelli. Kelli was probably the last friend she'd had in the house.
Until now. Until Nicholas. She started to worry if this might break this wonderful friendship they have.
Lori and Nicholas had certainly spent enough time naked around each other. She was perfectly comfortable being around him nude. Even after they ended their "romantic relationship" they would still have occasion to see each other naked. Growing up nudist really made adapting to clothes hard for her. As soon as she got back to her dorm room, she'd immediately shuck everything, almost like an unconscious action. Once she even started shedding clothes when she came back to her room with a classmate. She didn't even realize she was doing it until her friend asked if Lori was hitting on her. Embarrassing. She'd put on something for her friends, but with Nicholas, well he'd seen her naked plenty. And if Lori was being perfectly honest, she was kind of flattered by the erection he'd develop just by hanging out with her. I mean, she wasn't attracted to dick, but a girl still likes feel attractive. Sometimes she let him jack off in her room while looking at her. Sometimes they'd watch lesbian porn and jack off together. So not quite friends with benefits, but close.
She wondered if he would actually get nude at her house. She pictured the four of them around the breakfast table, having nude breakfast together. Her father was a fairly large burly man with lots of hair. When she was little she used to call him Poppa Bear. Her mother was almost 5 years his junior and extraordinary beautiful. People would politely describe her as "curvy". She definitely had some heft to her, but it had settled in all the right places. Tall with big tits, hips and ass. A little bit of a tummy, but it worked on her. Lori wondered if she'd ever turn out like her mother. She was like a miniature version of her. Some tits, plenty of ass, but no height. At 19 she was almost a foot smaller.
She pictured Nicholas nude in her house. He played soccer and it showed. Nice calves. Great ass. And a great looking cock. If you're into that sort of thing. A shower, not a grower. Even limp his cock looked impressive. Her father was a grower. A meaty stub nestled in a great bush of dark hair. Once, while he was taking a nap by the pool, she saw him with an erection. She was surprised how much bigger it got. It pointed straight and flopped on his belly. Nicholas' erection had a slight curve upward, like the horn of mythical beast.
Nicholas started to wake. He looked around groggily.
"Are we there yet?" he asked.
"Almost sleepyhead," she replied. "In fact, just down that road."
She pointed to a small road that was almost unseeable from the road they were on. Great thickets of trees grew around the curving road. Lori turned onto the small road. There was a small stone bridge that crossed a rushing stream. Ahead Nicholas spied a massive wrought iron gate built into a stone wall.
Nicholas knew that Lori's parents were rich, but he didn't imagine they were gated-wall rich. He'd met them once at school and found them very amiable. If Nicholas remembered correctly, he was a doctor and she was a therapist, so he thought they were probably well off, but this seemed excessive. Old money perhaps.
Lori pulled up to keypad near the gates. She punched in a number and the gates began to slowly swing inward. She started to roll up her window, but then stopped and rolled it down again. She pressed the Intercom on the keypad.
"Hi Mom and Dad, we're here so put some clothes on!" she joked, but not really.
She rolled up the window and moved forward.
"You didn't have to tell them that,"said Nicholas, "I told you, I'm 100% okay with them being naked. Plus, if memory serves, your mom has some great tits."
Lori gave him a quick punch into his arm.
"Ow!"
"First off, it's 'nude' not, 'naked'." Lori remarked.
"What's the difference?" Nicholas asked.
"I can't remember who said it," said Lori, "But 'nude' means you don't have any clothes on, 'naked' means you don't have clothes on and you're planning to something about it. We are 'nudists'...not..uh...'nakedists"
"Also, please don't stare at my mom's tits."Lori added. "You can glance, but please control your urge to stare. I'm sure you'll want to avoid walking around the house with a massive erection, knocking statues and stuff over."
"Okay, but what if I do get an erection? What's the nudist protocol on that situation?" Nicholas asked.
"We used to go to a lot of nude beaches and parks when I was growing up, "said Lori, " and I remember asking my mom that when I first started to understand what sex was. And she told me that generally the protocol was to discreetly cover or hide it until the man could...uh...'take care of it'. Her words. I don't think I understood then it meant, "jack off somewhere in private" but I think that's the remedy. Seriously though, the thing about nudity is that after a few minutes you get used to it. It becomes non-sexual. It just feels...natural."
Lori continued up the long drive. They broke through the trees and Nicholas spotted her house. It wasn't the gothic castle he had been imagining, but rather a tasteful mid-century mansion. As Lori pulled to front door on the circular drive, her parents stepped outside. Nicholas noted they were wearing thin robes and slippers. They both looked very happy to see their daughter home. Nicholas felt bad he'd interrupted their routine. At that moment he was resolved to show them he was comfortable with their lifestyle.
Lori's parents went around to driver's side and opened the door. Big hugs and kisses. Nicholas went around the trunk to get the small luggage they had. Lori's dad met him there.
"Great to see you again, Nicholas. Let me help you with the bags."
He extended a meaty paw. Nicholas shook it.
"It's great to see you to, Dr. Weiss."
"Please!" exclaimed Dr. Weiss, "call me Lou. You can call me Dr. Weiss if you become one of my patients, but until then, I insist on 'Lou'!"
"It's a deal, Lou," said Nicholas trying out this informality. "You don't have to help with the bags. It's just these small ones. We travel light. Especially Lori. "
