"Daddy, I'm naked!"
"Oh yeah, so I see. I'm so sorry for barging in on you honey. The door wasn't locked and I didn't hear the water running or anything. Are you almost finished?"
I noticed the two books in his hand. Apparently he planned to spend some quality reading time in the bathroom.
"Yes Daddy, I'm finished. But dammit, knock!"
Not bothering to cover up, I stormed out. He playfully smacked my bare behind as I scooted past him.
I dressed quickly and ran out the front door. My girlfriends were waiting on me to pick them up for a shopping trip to the mall. But my car wouldn't start. I ran back into the house and knocked at the bathroom door. No answer. I opened the door. My father, sitting on the commode, took off the earphones when he saw me.
"What are you reading, Daddy?"
"Oh, just . . . uh . . . uh . . . a photography book," he stuttered, covering his erect penis with the book in his hand. I could see the other book lying on the floor was a medical journal.
"Daddy, my car won't start. Can I borrow yours?"
"Sure, honey. The keys are on my dresser."
"Thanks, Daddy!"
* * *
I picked up Ciara and Amy and we shopped all afternoon. Trying to get Amy, a tall long-legged brunette with huge breasts, into a Burberry string bikini was quite the mission impossible. But then we couldn't find a top to fit the petite blonde Ciara either. "If only they made bikini tops for boys," I joked. Ciara didn't care. She was rather proud of her itty bitty perkies. Well, itty bitty compared to Amy and I. But I swear Ciara looks like all nipple up top.
After seven hours of trying stuff on and buying some of it, we decided to go to Chi Chi's for margaritas and a bite to eat. The conversation drifted from Coach bracelets to sex and then to Gucci cosmetic bags and back to sex and to Missoni scarves and back to sex again.
"Dang, I wish we had more money to shop," Amy complained. "I just loved that Louis Vuitton keychain. But it cost $230."
Suddenly Ciara looked like she had a bright idea. This didn't happen very often. "You know guys, our favorite erotic website is having a Nude Day Contest. Top three naked babes get big cash prizes. All you have to do is post some pics. No engaging in graphic sex pics or anything. Just T & A."
"What's T & A?" Amy asked seriously.
Ciara and I rolled our eyes.
"Tits and ass," Ciara finally stated matter-of-factly. "But who are we going to get to take the pictures? We should have them professionally done. Also, the pictures are supposed to have some theme. I mean, who can't just take off her clothes and get snapped? Ours need to be special."
"I get nervous when I take my clothes off in front of someone I don't know," Amy sighed. "That's why I never have sex until at least the second date. With guys, anyway. Girls, I don't need a date."
We left the restaurant and went to my house to go for a swim. The weather had turned insufferably hot. Almost 90 degrees and humid. The girls hadn't brought their suits so the three of us skinny dipped. Not a first.
My father wandered around the yard and garden, taking pictures of flowers and vegetables and paying no mind to us frolicking in the water.
"Dad got a new camera," I mentioned, "trying to explain his total obsession with his new hobby."
Amy covered her mouth and coughed. "Fucking cold. You guys want a cough drop?" she asked as she popped one in her mouth.
"No thanks," Ciara replied, as I shook my head indicating no.
"Sarah?"
"Yes, Amy?"
"Why don't we get your father to take our pictures?"
"Huh?"
"Your dad—his camera—we are naked—our pictures—get it?"
"Uh . . . but—" I stammered.
"Yeah, why not?" Ciara agreed. "It's not like he hasn't seen us . . . uh . . . you know. I mean, he is our gynecologist."
"Well, he's my gynecologist too, but—"
"Oh, let's just do it!" Amy pleaded. "Go ask him."
I shrugged and reluctantly got out of the water and went over to talk to him.
About ten minutes later I returned to the pool. "Okay, he says he'll do it. At first he said no but when I told him it was for a worthy cause he finally said yes."
"A worthy cause?" Ciara inquired.
"Well yeah—Nude Day."
"He thinks Nude Day is a worthy cause?"
"I told him any prize money we win will be donated to our favorite charity. I didn't tell him the charity is The Amy, Ciara, and Sarah Designer Clothing Fund."
We toweled off and went into the house to do our hair and makeup. There wasn't much point in putting any clothes on. So we just wrapped up in a towel. An hour later we emerged from the house all dolled up. Well, from the neck up anyway.
My father was still puttering around the backyard, taking pictures of this and that. He ignored us. I tossed my towel on the ground. Amy and Ciara did likewise.
"Daddy, I'm naked! And so is Amy and Ciara! Please take our pictures!"
"Uh . . . well . . . sure. After all, it is for charity. Very noble of you young ladies. So young but so concerned for the welfare of others."
"Whatever, Dad. But hey, we need some sort of theme for the pictures."
After thinking on this for several minutes, he suggested we do the photo shoot in the garden. Sort of a "Back to Nature" theme he expounded. Sounded good to us.
"Why don't you girls pick a flower or something," my father suggested, "and hold it in your hand."
Ciara selected a beautiful red rose and I chose a yellow tulip. Amy picked a cucumber.
"What's up with the cucumber?" Ciara asked, as she smelled the rose while Amy sucked on the end of the cucumber.
"I'm in the mood for a shucking," Amy answered lasciviously, "but the corn isn't ready so this will have to do."
"Okay Dad, take our pictures," I said.
"No, no, no," he replied. "You need to nipple up."
"Huh?" all three of us girls muttered in unison.
"Switch on the high beams," he responded with a weird smirk. "Models who are former strippers do their own. Ice cubes are effective. Some will insist that . . . ahem . . . the photographer do it for them. If you have two or more models, the preferred method is to have them do each other. In any case, at no time under any circumstances shall a flaccid nipple be taken. Perish the thought."
Daddy, if we do each other you'll think we are a bunch of lesbians! The last time you examined me you said I had a great womb, perfect for your grandchildren. All I have to do is find a husband. What, you think I want to munch carpet instead of play hide the salami?"
"Yes, I think you do," Ciara whispered.
"Hey, let's talk dirty," Amy suggested. "That usually gets me going."
"Okay, we'll give that a try," I concurred.
"Well, you girls do whatever you have to do to get nippled up," my father advised. "I'll just go take some more pictures of flowers and other beautiful things until your nipples are ready. Call me when . . . uh . . . you know."
I began to cry after he wandered off.
"Sarah, what's wrong?" Ciara asked, very concerned, as Amy put her arm around my shoulder.
"Oh, it's just my dad. He seems so depressed. Still." I thought sadly about my late mother. She had passed away almost a year ago now. I had told my father he should find another woman. It is what my mom would have wanted. In fact, she told him that before she died. And I heard her and I know she meant it.
"Has he begun to date, or anything?" Amy inquired.
"No, he doesn't seem to have much interest in other women," I replied, wiping my tears, and trying to smile.
"Well, it's been a long time for him, with another woman," Amy mused. "He just needs to get over the hump, ya know?"
"Over the hump?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah." She giggled. "He probably hasn't had sex with another woman for like twenty-five years, ever since he got married to your mom. He seems like the faithful type to me. No fucking around. But he was in the service before he got married you told me so he probably got some pussy before marriage at some point. They say you never forget how to ride a bike, but still . . ."
"I get it, Amy," Ciara beamed, "you have to hump to get over the hump."
"Exactly!" Amy exclaimed gleefully and they both began to titter.
"Amy, you're such a twit," I grumbled. "My mother and father were high school sweethearts, ever since tenth grade. I know she was a virgin on their wedding night because she confided that fact to me. And I think my father was too, although I've never asked him and he never volunteered the information. Hey, let's talk about something else. Let's talk dirty like you said. My nipples are really depressed now."
"Hey, remember how much trouble our football team got in for putting a camera in the girl's locker room?" Amy recalled. "Being naked and being filmed didn't bother me that time because I didn't know about it until later."
"You know, I'm so glad they didn't get each us muffing each other on that tape," Ciara commented thoughtfully.
"Really," Amy agreed. "Who cares if they got us in the shower soaping up? All we did was wash our bodies. Then, anyway. And it's not like we're lesbians. But it's difficult to find a dude who knows how to yodel in the canyon. All those football players think about is blow jobs, blow jobs, blow jobs. What about reciprocating? A girl who gets her slit licked by another girl always wants to return the favor, 'eh?"
"Oh yeah!" Ciara affirmed, with a look that revealed her growing interest in such matters.
I listened amusedly as my two friends berated jocks enthusiastically and raved about eating pussy with even more fervor. .
