Family Ties

“I can hardly say no at this point.”

“You can always say no. I’m serious about that.”

She touched my face and looked into my eyes. “I know. That’s why I won’t. Not with you. Not ever.”

It was my turn to look surprised.

“I may not be Gina or Kendall or Daphne or any of your other girlfriends, but dammit, you’re my boyfriend now. And I’m going to keep you!”

“You know,” I said after a moment, “I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you swear.”

Her brow wrinkled comically. “You won’t tell anyone, will you? I have a reputation…”

“Your secret’s safe with me,” I chuckled.

“Thank you. Now… about this nudist thing. How does it work?”

“Well, it’s simple: you take off your clothes. If you have a boyfriend handy, you can ask him to help.”

“Does it require much help? I mean, I’ve been taking my clothes off for years. Is there some special way to do it as a nudist?”

“I usually start at the top and work my way down. Here, let me show you.” I lifted the hem of her sweater. Then I paused. “Last chance to say no.”

She shook her head.

“No, you don’t want to keep going? Or no, you aren’t saying no?”

“The second one. I won’t say it.”

I looked her in the eyes and slowly lifted her sweater. She raised her arms, and I started to pull it over her head.

“Ow, ow, ow! Hold on. It’s caught on my earring.”

I chuckled but paused to let her free herself.

“There. Sorry. Much better.”

I pulled the sweater off and set it aside.

She was wearing a black bra with sheer lace panels. Her nipples were dark and stiff.

I surveyed her appreciatively and then touched the clasp between her breasts. “Lucky a third time.”

“It wasn’t luck.”

My eyebrows shot up.

She smirked. “I’m shy, not innocent.”

I popped the catch with a single twist, which made her shiver. “Are you okay?”

She moistened her lips and nodded. “Makes me tingly when you do that so easily.”

“How ’bout when I do this?” I peeled the halves of her bra apart and enjoyed the sight of her bare breasts for the first time. They were small but firm, with just enough weight to curve gently on the bottom.

“That too,” she said with another frisson. Then she added hesitantly, “I know you normally like them bigger…”

“Uh-uh. You remember what I said about my favorites?”

She nodded.

“Besides, they’re beautiful. Just the right size and shape.”

“You really think so?”

“Mmm hmm. But don’t just take my word for it.”

“Should I ask Mr. Big too?”

“Exactly what I was thinking.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips quirked with a grin. Then she reached up and touched my cheek. “This is another reason I’m dating you… you make me feel beautiful. And special.”

“That’s because you are. Both.” I kissed her and slipped the straps of her bra off her shoulders. She lowered her arms and let it fall away. I kissed her again and reached behind her, where I unfastened the clasp on her skirt. She stiffened, so I stopped.

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “Just nervous.”

I nodded and slowly lowered the zipper.

“Let me down,” she said politely. “It’s easier if I’m standing.”

I stepped back and helped her to the floor. She wriggled her hips and pushed the tight skirt over them. It formed a black pool around her feet.

My eyes traveled up her legs. She was wearing stockings instead of hose, held up by a black garter belt. Her panties matched her bra, and I could just make out the darker wedge of pubic hair through the mesh and lace.

“Very nice,” I said appreciatively. “Now I know why you wouldn’t let me watch you change clothes.”

“A girl has to have some surprises.”

“That’s a pretty nice surprise.” I stepped back to admire her.

Her stomach was flat and firm, and her hips flared gently from her waist.

She was boyishly slim, but definitely a woman. She was also very nervous.

I moved close again and lifted her chin for a kiss to reassure her. Then I smiled and went to one knee. She watched me nervously but didn’t move, even when I took my time and unfastened the garter clips from her stockings.

“Still time to say no,” I said softly.

She shook her head.

I lowered her panties. She put her hand on my shoulder for balance as she stepped out of them. She looked so good in the heels and stockings that I

decided to leave them on, so I refastened the garter clips as she watched.

After a moment I slid my hand between her thighs and gently probed her nether lips. Her pubic hair was darker than the hair on her head. It was springy and soft, and it grew thicker in the middle, almost like a natural mohawk.

I spread her moisture along the cleft of her pussy. Then I eased my finger into her well-lubricated channel. She was still watching, so I pulled it out and touched it to my tongue. Her juices tasted clean and fresh, slightly tangy.

I leaned forward and kissed her bush. Then I held her hips and pressed my face into her. She gasped and leaned against the dresser, so I lifted her onto it. Her legs parted naturally and her pussy opened before me. I spread her thighs even wider and leaned in.