This is an entry in the Nude Day Contest. But why stop at one nude day? Please vote.
This fantasy takes place around 1970 and is motivated by personal memories. This was a time before cell phones. The birth control pill was just ten years old and women's lib was just starting. Protests against the senseless war in Vietnam were still going on. Marijuana and psychedelics were common in college towns like Ithaca, NY. Young people thought it was the beginning of a wondrous Age of Aquarius.
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Jean pulled her pillow over her head and tried to ignore the jarring ring of the telephone. She had a hangover from a long Friday night of dancing and drinking. Her mother had left the previous day to get an early start on a week-long conference for high school teachers in Las Vegas. Naturally without her mother to pester her, Jean planned to blow half of Saturday sleeping late. However, the phone kept ringing and ringing. Whoever was calling knew how hard it was for her to wake up in the morning.
Jean answered the phone with a terse, "Hello."
"Hey sleepy head, you are wasting a perfectly gorgeous day. Let's go to the dam and swim. It'll be a quiet place to catch up on old times."
It was her impulsive childhood friend Coleen who she had run into at the bar last night. The live band at The Haunt had made talking awkward, but they had both expressed a desire to get together. Jean was feeling lonely after dropping out of college and returning home. Most of her high school friends were gone and Jean was eager to revive her friendship with her oldest friend.
Jean replied, "Dam? Swim?"
"Hey Townie, have you forgotten all of the fun we had playing along Six Mile Creek as kids? Surely you remember Van Natta's Dam? Well, now the hot spot is the reservoir upstream. It's a bit of a hike beyond Van Natta's, but it's worth it. It's a great place to catch some sun and a swim."
Jean groaned as she sat up. It was already hot and humid. In other words a typical summer day in Upstate New York. If it wasn't hot and humid, then it was hot, humid and hazy unless of course there was a thunderstorm.
Jean said, "That sounds nice, but I don't have a suit that fits."
Coleen laughed and said, "Did I forget to mention that it is a nude beach? No one wears a suit and it's far enough from civilization that no one cares. All you need is a towel to lie on."
Jean said, "Oh my god! You plan on sunbathing naked?"
"Hey, girl, last I heard you were bragging about how liberated you were. Seriously, it'll be fun. Everyone is young and I promise no one will bother you. You can check it out and only strip if you feel comfortable."
Jean had a long history of Coleen talking her into things. Most of them had been fun, but a few had turned out bad. Of course, she tended to remember the ones that went wrong. Still she loved to swim and it was too hot to do much of anything else. If it were really secluded, it could be lots of fun. After all she was a liberated woman, wasn't she?
"OK, as long as I can leave if I'm not happy."
"Great, I'll be over in an hour to pick you up. I'm just going to wear a tee shirt and shorts, so don't bother to dress up."
Jean got out of bed and grabbed a quick breakfast. She was ready to go by the time Coleen knocked on her door.
Coleen came bustling through the door and looked around the room.
"Wow, it looks like nothing has changed. Your mom always keeps such a pretty and neat home. What's it like moving back home after being away in college? You look great! Let's get going before the whole day is gone."
As usual Jean was overwhelmed by Coleen's manic state. She was aware that her friend alternated between intense energy and deep melancholy. She had long ago learned to avoid Coleen when she was in her depressed state since it only reinforced her own negative tendencies. Today looked like Coleen was just what she needed to lift her out of her funk.
Jean looked at her friend. Both girls were wearing tee shirts and shorts, but they were very different physically. Coleen was what a Jewish boy in high school had referred to as zaftig. She was not fat by any means, but she was pleasantly plump with sensuous curves. Despite regular exercise, she had never lost her baby fat. Coleen was a busty brunette who relied on her looks more than her brains. Jean, however, was blond with a lithe dancer's body. Jean had generous breasts for her slim frame.
They piled into Coleen's old VW bug and headed across town to catch State Street. The VW labored up the steep hill until they turned onto Water Street. They parked off the road near Van Natta's Dam. The walk up Six Mile Creek wound through a forest of second growth trees. Despite the shade, it was stifling hot and humid. By the time they reached the second dam, their tee shirts were soaked with sweat. Jean had never been so far up the creek and was pleasantly surprised at the beauty of the setting. Next to the dam was a large flat shale rock with a half dozen nude sunbathers. On the opposite side of the dam, a couple of guys were using a rope swing to jump into the lake. A wooden raft held a couple of sunbathers a few hundred feet from shore. The lake water looked cool and inviting.
Coleen said, "See, I told you it was gorgeous. It's perfectly safe and everyone looks friendly."
Jean relaxed as she recognized a couple of townies mixed in with what might be Cornell students. Coleen led her to a vacant spot on the rock and laid out her towel. Before Jean even got her towel positioned, Coleen had already stripped to her panties. As Jean watched, Coleen peeled off her sweaty panties and dropped them on the pile of her clothes. Coleen's breasts jiggled nicely as her friend laid face down on her towel.
"Come on take 'em off before you lose your nerve."
Jean looked around nervously. She felt like everyone was watching her. Well, it was put up or shut up. She peeled off her sweaty tee shirt. Unlike Coleen she wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts were immediately on display. As the sweat on her breasts dried in the breeze, her pink, puffy nipples became hard. Jean unzipped her shorts and dropped them to her feet. Jean wondered if she could get away with keeping her panties on but everyone one else was stark naked. Jean hooked her thumbs into her underwear and shucked them off in one quick motion. She quickly laid down next to Coleen.
Coleen said, "How was college? Are you glad to be home?"
Jean said, "I picked the wrong major. I like to read and I thought I wanted to be an English teacher like my mom. However, when I had to read books and analyze them, it took out all of the pleasure. I had an activist boyfriend and got into the Anti-Vietnam War movement. He was organizing a rent strike against the slum landlord who owned the building he lived in. There was a rumor that the landlord had hired a biker gang to evict us. I spent the night on the roof holding a loaded rifle. It didn't help that we were smoking weed. I freaked out. When I realized that things had gotten just too crazy, I decided to drop out of college at the end of my second year and come home. I took a boring job at the hospital lab until I can decide what I really want to do with my life. I'm not really happy to be living at home, but at least I feel safe."
Coleen said, "Well at least you had some excitement in your life. I'm stuck working in Rothschild's department store. I'm living with my high school boyfriend, Scott. Sometimes he brings in some money by selling drugs. The most excitement I have is when Scott brings over this psychopath ex-felon who is supplying him with stolen prescription drugs. Garrett is big black and super scary and he gives me the creeps when he rapes me with his eyes. He played guard in college and turned pro. I think his career ended after one too many hits to the head. Now, he controls all of the drug traffic in the area. He's put several of his rivals in the hospital or under the ground."
Coleen said, "It was a lot more fun when we were in high school. We both lived at home but managed to party all of the time. We got into the local bars using fake IDs when we were only 15. Do you remember the time we crashed a frat party? We were plied with a lot of free drinks before they decided we should play strip poker. Too bad you chickened out when you got down to your underwear. I still remember the party you threw at your mom's place while she was out of town. Word got around and everyone came. You had people throwing up in the living room and others screwing in the bedrooms. We spent the next day cleaning up before your mom got back. I said that the two of us were drinking while watching TV. I apologized to your mom for getting sick on the carpet. She totally believed us. Those were the good old days."
Coleen rolled over onto her back. Jean followed suit and used her clothes for a pillow. The sun warmed her breasts and a breeze teased her pussy through her light blond pubic hair. As they lay talking in the sun, more people showed up. The rock was becoming crowded. Jean noticed that when someone new arrived, everyone watched as the person undressed. When they were finally naked, everyone went back to what they had been doing.
A tall skinny boy with a pimply face picked a spot only a few feet away. Jean watched as he pulled off his tee shirt to reveal a scrawny chest spotted with tufts of hair. Jean gasped as the boy dropped his jeans to his feet. His flaccid cock was humongous! Jean had never seen anything so amazing.
Coleen poked her in the ribs and whispered, "Are you watching?"
Jean kept her eyes fastened on the boy's cock as she leaned over to whisper in Coleen's ear. "My god, how big do you think it gets when it's erect?"
Collen giggled and said, "I'd totally do him if he had a bag over his head."
Everyone continued to stare until the boy laid face down on the warm shale rock. Jean and Coleen went back to their conversation about old happier times. Every now and then Jean checked out the pimply faced boy. He seemed to be furtively watching the two girls. They weren't the only good looking girls on the beach, but he seemed to be fixated on them.