A Couple Handfuls of Here and Now

AUTHORS NOTE: I have been writing erotica for a bit over a decade. I have been reading erotica for close to three. The following story is original, however I have a nagging suspicion that elements of it originated in a story - or multiple stories - that I have read over the years. I can't tell you from where. I can't tell you the author(s). I just have a gut instinct about it and would hope to give the other writers their due.

I love comments, and I would welcome a reader letting me know if they may know where some of these elements originated - or just comments on the story itself.

All characters are works of fiction and above the age of 18.

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"Holy shit. What have I gotten myself into?"

My brain.

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Backstory:

I was 33 when I moved back into the house I grew up in. Dad had passed early and unexpectedly a few years prior and Mom - a character in life and not one to sit and stew - decided to move back to her hometown to be closer to siblings. Though I was recently single, and many of my friends had told me I should be living in a younger/hipper area, I loved the idea of living in my childhood home again. I had fond memories of growing up there and, single or not, whimsically thought of raising my own family there one day.

I had been working and living in the California Bay Area for about 10 years and was excited at the prospect of moving back to SoCal for a variety of reasons, some of which were already stated. But, as they say in real estate, it was "location, location, location" that really drove the decision of me, Daniel Hoffmann, to become a homeowner.

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Backstory to Backstory:

My parents grew up in Germany. It was a bit of a fluke that they ended up in San Diego long term, but that's sometimes how life goes. It is also "how life goes" that when leaving Germany they had been avid practitioners of an FKK lifestyle - naturist living whenever possible - with regular trips to the local saunas and most certainly never wearing suits when swimming or sunbathing. In the US, Mom diligently sought out and purchased a family membership to a nudist club that we went to a few times a year but, when the couple hour drive was not practical, we were in close proximity to Black's Beach, and we frequented it often.

It was an idyllic childhood for me. At the time it was slightly more socially acceptable for children to be nude on a nude beach, and as no child really wants to wear a swimsuit, I was carefree and happy. I ran around. I played with the other kids. I had a blast. I ended each summer with a deep bronze tan and nary a tan line in sight. When I got to high school the visits unfortunately reduced in frequency due to schedules and normal social pressures, but during my college breaks I was always back and in the buff, even joined by a number of peers who - whether as a bucket list item or true lifestyle decision - decided to steel their nerves and buck the textile norms.

During the time I lived in the Bay Area I continued my naturist and clothing-optional practice when I could. No, I was not one of the dudes who wandered around the streets of San Francisco fully nude. However, I did periodically visit Baker Beach and took part in "Bare to Breakers" on more than one occasion. But, the weather in San Fran is nowhere close to the weather in San Diego, and I was looking forward to the additional sunshine and beach-day opportunities.

Anyhow, I digress. The point of this long-winded explanation is to say that I was very familiar with - and very comfortable with - non-sexually being naked around others and having them naked around me. But, sometimes, even the most acclimated naturist cannot withstand the allure of nature and its bountiful blessings.

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Back in San Diego, the neighborhood was the same - and different - all at once. While it wasn't like I hadn't visited plenty over the years, it was nonetheless something I noticed more as I took over ownership of the property. It had changed based on a tide of affluence and just based on natural progression. But, it was thankfully still comfortable and very much felt like home. There had been a surprisingly significant amount of turnover in the decade since I had left but, being the neighborhood was fully made up of single-family homes, I was not surprised by the semi-eclectic mix of neighbors around me. It didn't bother me that there were no other younger singles among the homeowners. I wasn't concerned by the woman we used to be scared of when trick-or-treating as children and now just seemed like a sweet older lady. I was only focused on the house now being my own. As it turned out, my next door neighbors were a couple of near-empty-nesters somewhere around their late 40's. Darren and Stephanie introduced themselves a couple of days after I had moved in and not only seemed friendly and inviting, but also spoke highly of my parents. They had two daughters. Chloe, who was 21 and finishing up college on the East Coast, and Sophia, 19, who was taking a gap year after high school in Spain and then considering going to college in Denver. I found their interaction and stories to be pleasant and engaging and, while I couldn't predict we would become close friends more based on our life-stage differences, it was nonetheless comforting knowing we at least most likely would not be at odds based on original impressions.

It was an early April weekend when I headed down the steep, rocky pathway to the beach for the first time as a beachgoer since moving in. While early for the SoCal suntan season, it was a right of passage to go down on the first hot-ish day - even when the Pacific was still quite cold - and the beach was packed. As I began to set up my umbrella, chair, and towel, you might imagine my shock when Darren stepped over to me and offered a hello, confirming that I was alone, and asked if I wanted to join him and Stephanie for the day. I readily accepted.

Though I already had high opinions of them socially, the same could be said of them physically. Darren appeared to be in very good shape, while Stephanie was not seemingly as athletic, she was nonetheless blessed with an incredible body. Her breasts were full, her hips were shapely, she was really quite attractive.

I told them about how I had grown up coming down to the beach and it was one of the reasons that I was so excited to move back to San Diego and was surprised when they laughed at my story.

"Oh, we know," Stephanie said in explanation, "the merits of FKK have already been evangelized to us."

"Oh, come on," Darren said to his wife, "that's not the only reason."

I felt my ears flush red. I had a feeling I knew where the story was going.

"It's all good, Dan," Darren continued, sensing my discomfort, "your mother was a wonderful woman and our family shares similar ideals."

"It didn't bother us in the least that she used to wander nude around the backyard," Stephanie said with a grin. "Great breasts."

"Oh, Jesus," I groaned.

Truth be told, I had an element of pride in my mother for being so confident in herself and adhering to her standards. That said, I don't think anyone wants to hear stories from a neighbor about their parents wandering around the yard in the nude. Darren and Stephanie were great about it though and it was obvious that they were joking around in good fun.

"Can we also let you in on a little secret?"

Darren was the one who mentioned it but Stephanie immediately started shushing him - a gesture he brushed off.

"Your mom wasn't the only one who was nude in your yard," he said.

My eyebrow cocked.

"You know how you said that you had a membership to a nudist resort when you were younger but if that wasn't convenient you just came here to the beach instead? Well, as schedules and traffic have gotten busier over the years, or when coming here wasn't convenient..."

Darren left his comment hanging in the air, a little knowing grin on his face. Thankfully, Stephanie sensed my confusion and clued me in.

"We are not saying we expect the same thing from you, but your parents used to let us relax in your back yard in the nude. To be honest, after your father passed, it was really a regular occurrence for all of us. With the fenced area it was quite private and enjoyable. Especially once the girls started feeling a bit self conscious about coming here during their awkward middle-and-high school years."

The idea finally clicked in my head.

"Wait a second," I said, trying to hold back laughter, "are you telling me my parents started a nudist club in my backyard?"

"Well," Stephanie responded, "I don't know if I would call it a club. It was really just them and us."

"But you would all just hang out or do activities in my back yard?"

"Kinda," Darren elaborated. "While it's true your mom would do things like tending to gardens or bring some of her cleaning chores outside, the rest of us would usually just relax and tan, using it as an excuse to avoid the chores. Maybe read a book or something simple. It was all a bit cliche for the adults. But, the girls played yard games with your dad when he was still alive and your mother was wonderful with Sophia, who has always been a bit of a handful."

I couldn't stop smiling. My level of pride in my parents was swelling.

"Now, please don't take this comment the wrong way, as none of this is truly surprising or the least bit upsetting, but why were you in my yard and not your own?"

"Oh," Stephanie quickly chimed, "that's easy - privacy and safety. Your yard has the fence and only us as a viewing neighbor. Plus, if we weren't around, the girls would feel comfortable with your parents."

"This is absolutely fantastic," I responded. "I can't believe it and totally recognize it as being real all at the same time."

We exchanged a few silly stories about living in clothing-optional families, funny anecdotes about my parents, and more. It was the perfect demonstration of FKK and non-sexual nudity and it reinforced my happy decision that I had moved back.

"So, to be perfectly clear," I finally offered as the conversation began to die down, "the nudist club at my house is still very much open."

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Very little changed in the short wake of that first beach trip. While I did see Steph and Darren on the beach pretty much every time I went, there wasn't much in the way of nude sunbathing or activities in my yard. Well, that's not entirely true. While Steph informed me that she did head back one day while I was coincidentally not even there, I actually did regularly. As it were, they were right. With their property as my only abutting neighbor in combination with the fence, it was really quite fantastic to get some sun in between meetings or on days that I otherwise didn't feel like making the trek all the way to the sand. To my knowledge, the only time that I was ever "caught" was when Stephanie was shaking a small rug out of one of the upstairs windows one day and she caught me laying in my standard corner-of-the-yard spot. That said, her only response was a quick smile and wave and to go about her activity.

I had an extremely mild concern that someone could possibly walk into my back yard through the fence gate, but as deliveries were always at the front door and I had never seen anyone - including myself - use the gate, I didn't worry too much about it.

... until I needed to.

Honestly speaking, it wasn't worry per se. I was more just shocked that day the gate opened and who was standing there.

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People often misquote Murphy's Law, inferring that things are always going wrong, while in reality it states "anything that can go wrong, will go wrong," meaning that at some point, if the possibility of something "bad" happening exists, it will eventually happen.

Where am I going with this...

It was a Monday in mid July and I was playing a bit of hooky from work in between calls. The first day of the work week tended to be a bit slow and I was taking advantage of some perfect weather, spread out on a towel in the backyard, soaking up the summer sun. I had put in my earbuds and was listening to a podcast while passively monitoring instant messages and emails from work that bounced around on my phone. With the built-in noise cancellation, I admit I had tuned out the world a bit and was absolutely shocked to find someone standing over me when I flipped myself over in the sun.

"Jesus Christ!"

"Oh, my God," the mystery woman said as I scrambled to my feet, my hands instinctively blocking her gaze as it dropped to my crotch, "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

We stood silent for half a heartbeat, my ears on fire with embarrassment, the woman flushing pink at the situation.

"He said he saw you out here and that I should come over and introduce myself. I'm Sophia."

She put out her hand and waited for my response. Unfortunately, my reaction was to stare at her, confused and uncomfortable.

"My parents are Darren and Stephanie," she said, attempting to cut the tension, "I live next door."

It took me another heartbeat before my brain started to function again. Cognizant of my state, I offered a fist to bump. Sophia, understanding the situation, accepted the gesture with a little smirk.

"I just moved back," she continued, not the least bit phased by our circumstances. "I'm so sorry I startled you. My parents were saying that they see you down at Black's pretty often and that you offered your yard after learning about how we used to play back here."

"Play back here?" I really wasn't trying to act dumb, I really was just confused.

"Ha," she laughed in response, "yeah, I guess 'play' is a bit of a wrong word since it's been a while since we were kids. Mostly we just tanned. My sister and I."

The pieces started falling into place.

"Oh, wait," I exclaimed, the lightbulb in my head turning on. "With my parents. The nudist club."

"Ha," she laughed again. "Yeah, the nudist club."

"And you're Darren and Steph's daughter."

"Yup."

She was humoring me as I repeated back the things she had been saying to me.

"Great!"

"Uhm, yeah," she responded with an exasperated smile on her face, "great!"

"Wait." The thought hit me with another wave of confusion. "Why are you here? I thought you were living in Denver or Dallas or someplace."

"Change of plans. I moved back home. I'm starting at UCSD next month."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. It just made the most sense."

I watched her eyes drift down to my groin and I realized that I was no longer covering myself.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed at the realization, looking around for something to cover up with, "I'm so sorry. Let me cover up."

"No!"

My eyes shot open at the command practically barked at me.

"I mean," she continued, a bit of bashfulness apparent in her flushed cheeks, "you can if you want to. But you certainly don't have to on my account. It's really okay. I'm the one who barged in on you."

For whatever reason - possibly that it was only me that was nude - I felt that it was the right idea to cover up.

"Uhm," I said, torn with the thought of rudeness if I were to just walk away, "can I get you a glass of water or a drink or something? Do you want to step in for a second?"

"Uhh, okay," she responded with a shrug, "I wouldn't mind some water."

We walked into the house and I wrapped the towel I had by the door around my waist.

"It's different in here," she said as we walked to the kitchen. "The same, obviously, but different."

I didn't respond to her comment, rather just started talking about where my own mind still was. "When your parents told me about how you used to use the yard I thought it was legitimately fantastic. I think we had similar upbringings when it came to life in the sun."

"Yeah. Your parents were great. You dad played games with us and your mom was always so sweet. She always let us know that this house and yard were a safe place for us."

"I think we established that you moved in next door just as I was moving out."

"Maybe," she said, trying to do some mental math. "It was a while ago."

For better or for worse, I caught the clock out of the corner of my eye.

"Oh, shit," I exclaimed, "I have to get on a call!"

"Oh, sorry," Sophia responded quickly, putting her glass on the counter, "I'll go."

"Feel free to come back," I said, mostly as a reflex.

"Yeah?" Her response was in ernest.

"Of course," I said quickly as I hurried myself out of the room to get ready for my call. "Any time. Just use the gate. Or, same as whatever you did before. Me casa e su casa."

I have no idea if she responded. I have no idea how long it was before I left. I ran up the stairs and got dressed before my call, my invitation out of my head as quickly as I had made it.

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Three days.

That's all it took.

Three days.

I was uncharacteristically working from the dining room. While I had been using one of the bedrooms as my office, I had begun pulling it apart the day prior to get it ready for painting and had set myself up for the interim, the house old enough that it still had a formal dining room.

I was on a call and zoning out. One of the things they don't tell you in college is how much of your office working hours you just don't need to pay attention to. It was another beautiful San Diego day and I desperately wished I was taking advantage of it. The beach was so close - my yard even closer - yet as the speaker droned on, my escape may as well have been on the moon.

I caught the movement out of the corner of my eye and instinctively checked it out, seeing Sophia come into view. I realized as I watched her look around the yard that I hadn't really paid attention to what she looked like the other day and was delighted with what I saw. While I thought I remembered her wearing a baggy t-shirt and leggings when we met - the whole experience honestly a blur - this day she was oddly in a robe. It looked, to be honest, as if she was wandering around a spa, yet she seemed as comfortable as she could be as she laid out a towel on one of the comfortable chaise lounges in the yard. Her hair was dark. Her face was almond shaped. Her lips were rosy and full. She was beautiful in a casual, low maintenance way, and carried herself with confidence. I watched quietly, oblivious to the ongoing drone of my call, and watched as she pulled off her robe, my jaw falling slack.

Her body was not to be believed. She was a Page3 model in the flesh, standing in my backyard, as naked as the days she was born, yet with a very adult body. Her breasts were large and full, the youthful incarnation of her mother. Her stomach was somehow flat and soft at the same time. Her butt was full and round. Her hips were curvy and feminine and, maybe most surprisingly to my great delight, her shapely legs met at their apex with a perfectly groomed trapezoidal patch of dark pubic hair. There was not a hint of a tanline on her impeccable flesh. Though she was not dark, it was as if her skin glowed. Everything about her called - or, more appropriately, screamed - out to me. Well, everything about her except her mouth, or her body language, or the fact that she most likely didn't know that some creep was watching her through a window.

I tried and failed to focus on the call. My eyes darted back and forth even as Sophia laid down on the chair out of my view. If we were on camera my audience would have thought I was having a seizure.

Holy shit. What had I gotten myself into?

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Of course, FKK in-and-of-itself is a lifestyle and mindset in which practitioners practice body positivity and love of nature, distinct from sexuality. But, it didn't stop the questions that were always asked of me: Was it really free of sexuality? Didn't I ever get hard? And, to answer honestly: Not normally. Both for women and for men - with men being the more obvious when it comes to a visual display of arousal - there were periodic instances of penile erections or hard nipples or vaginal wetness. However, in almost all circumstances, these displays were simply dealt with via a walk or dip in the ocean or through any means other than sexual gratification. To be clear and blunt, it was never sexy-time or an orgy out in the sun.

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I felt myself swell in my pants and nervously snapped back to the present, spinning back to my computer, both thrilled and horrified to realize my meeting was over and I was the only person still left in the virtual meeting room. I hung up and put my face in my hands. I had seen many beautiful women at the beach over the years and had no - if minimal - reaction to any of them. What was different here? Was it the taboo of the voyeuristic aspect of the day? Was it how Sophia seemed to tick every one of my appeals? Was it the many weeks since I had gotten laid?

I felt a moment of salvation when my computer pinged with a call from a coworker and I was thrilled to be distracted with conversation about a project that was important to me, getting so immersed in things that I was legitimately surprised when I heard the sliding door open and Sophia stepped into my line of sight.

"Hey," she said somewhat loudly, standing nude in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room, "I'm just going to use the bathroom."

I felt the color drain from my face as I looked at her and pointed to my headset. Sophia, in turn, exaggeratedly grimaced and slinked out of my frame of vision, thankfully on the complete opposite side of the camera. My coworker, surprised by the obvious change in my demeanor, asked if everything was okay. I explained my neighbor had stopped over unexpectedly and accepted it as the perfect segue to end the call, tossing the headphones onto my desk with a sigh.

It was just a moment later that I heard the toilet flush, door open and found Sophia peaking around the doorframe at me, sheepish like a toddler in trouble. It made me laugh out loud.

"I am so sorry," she stressed as she walked into the dining room, "I hope I didn't get you in trouble."

"No," I responded, "all good. You just caught me by surprise."

I didn't actually have any dining room furniture. My mother sold most of the furniture I had grown up with before leaving and it was the first time in my adult life that I even had a formal dining room, so the scene found us with me sitting at a plastic folding table in an otherwise empty room. Sophia, with seemingly not a care to the abnormal nature of the situation, stepped around to my side of the desk and confidently eased into my physical radius.

"So what do you do?"

There was nothing of relevance on my computer that might help explain what a project manager for a digital tech company did, but I nonetheless tried to hit some highlights without boring her to tears. For her own part, Sophia demonstrated an unexpected maturity, engaged in what I had to say.

"My parents have said that there is a pretty good chance that my college major will have nothing to do with what I am doing for work in a few years. But it's kinda' depressing to think that the next 4 years of classes will be essentially wasted time and money."

"Believe me, I get it," I responded, "and I have a degree in something that is not too far removed from the work I do right now. But a mentor of mine offered a bit of insight when she said that learning is never wasted time, instead just a necessary brick as we build the structure of our lives and careers. The building may not look like we originally designed, but it's still made out of heavy, strong bricks."

"Deep."

"Yeah," I said with a chuckle, "I bet you really were hoping for some mansplaining when you came over to chat."

She unconsciously leaned closer, causing her thigh to brush my arm and two subsequent reactions.

First, Sophia recognized the incidental contact.

"Sorry," she said with a giggle, "I have been known to invade people's personal space."

It isn't to say she moved away.

Second, my cock immediately swelled painfully in my pants.

FKK? Non-sexual nudity? Rubish.

Thankfully, she never noticed.

"Well," Sophia said as the conversation wound down, "I guess I'll go back outside. Thanks again for letting me use your backyard and bathroom."

Jesus Christ.

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The weekend found me once again making time to be on the beach. While the responsible thing would have been getting some work done around the house and yard, I just wasn't feeling it. There would always be plenty of weeds! There are only so many beach days, even in San Diego.

I found Darren and Stephanie at their (our) usual spot and joined them out in the sun.

"Sophia said you two shared a nice conversation the other day about life and work," Steph said as I finished getting myself settled.

"Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows if I even know what I am talking about. Honestly, I sometimes think that I have a really good thing going. Sometimes I think everything is just happening around me."

"That's life, buddy," Darren chimed in. "I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. And lord knows that being married is always causing me to question my existence."

Stephanie playfully swatted at Darren before continuing. "Nonetheless, if she is bothering you or taking too much of your time. Make sure you tell her to lay off a bit."

"Tell who to lay off?"

It was as if the timing were choreographed by a director and Sophia stepped into the scene from behind us.

"You, kiddo'," Darren answered without hesitation. "We simply told Daniel that he can tell you to go away if you are bothering him."

"I never bother anyone. Ever," Sophia responded in a flat, sarcastic tone.

"Yes, yes, honey," Stephanie said while throwing wink my way.

We all went silent for a bit and observed as Sophia got herself set up. There was an interesting reality when it came to others undressing at a nude beach but, as in many things, we drew guidance from the "normal" - aka "textile" - world.

Reality 1: If someone were moving about in front of you, would your eyes be naturally drawn to them? The answer is, obviously, yes. Movement, commotion, or any other sort of visual indicator are obviously going to draw your attention. Is it okay to look? Yes. Is it okay to stare? No.

Reality 2: Is it okay to not look? Of course, but this is where there is a fine line between decency and acceptance on a nude beach. For many, being on a nude beach is part of a journey of self discovery and empowerment. Am I good enough? Am I attractive enough? Am I seen? Potentially contrary to the thought process of "I will just leave them alone and allow them to be themselves," actively ignoring someone has the ability to cause them not to be seen, and to reinforce negative opinions of themselves.

It goes back to "don't stare," "just act normally like you would if they were in normal clothing." And, I'll tell you, I did everything in my goddamn power to do exactly that.

I tried to rekindle a conversation with Darren and Stephanie but then there was Sophia applying sunscreen to her fabulous breasts.

I tried to get into some work I brought down on my tablet but then there was Sophia on all fours in my eyeline adjusting her towel.

I tried. I tried. I tried.

There was something about Sophia that was so distracting. It wasn't the same with Stephanie, who was easily as attractive, and it was driving me a bit nuts. Thankfully, I had an ace up my sleeve.

"Well," I announced, popping up from my chair, "I'm going to go for a walk."

The cliche of enjoying long walks on the beach was a reality for me and there wasn't a much better place to do it than Black's. Miles and miles of Pacific coast shoreline were my escape.

"Oh! Can I join you?"

Shit.

Of course I wasn't going to say no when Sophia asked, and she happily pranced to my side.

It wasn't more than 5 seconds out of earshot of her parents that she spoke.

"You did better than most."

"What's that?"

"Men. You did better than most men when it came to watching me when I got set up on the beach today."

"Oh, shit," I sighed, my core strength draining from me and my body slumping in shame, "I am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Sophia surprised me when she grabbed my arm and pulled her body close to me, a comforting gesture.

"No! You didn't. You were fine. Who knows, I very well didn't help the matter. My parents have always given me crap about not being able to read the room and how I affect other people. But, it was obvious you were struggling. I thought it was cute."

"Well, cute is better than creep, I guess."

"It was your mom who first talked to me about it," she continued.

"What's that?"

"Men. Boys. I got my boobs and pubes earlier than a lot of other girls. Your mom talked to me about how I would start to notice boys and men noticing and looking at me differently. She talked to me about how it would be confusing with boys since we always played together and they might not want to anymore as they were conflicted with new feelings. And it would be strange with men since they would actually be looking at me instead of just passing me over. Like looking-looking at me."

"Yeah. One of my closest friends when I was kid was a girl. I get it."

"And then there were the boners." She laughed when she said it. "That was the weirdest part. The boners. It didn't happen often but it did happen. Never with your dad or my dad, but out here a couple of times. There was another talk soon after that. Again with your mom. I had never seen one - or at least I never noticed one. Maybe biologically there was something to be said about me being conscious of them all of a sudden."

We had gotten far enough on our walk that we stopped for a bit and just kinda' stood together, looking out at the ocean, looking out at the distance we had already covered.

"I guess I am a bit confused as to where you are going with this," I said.

"Well, I got over it. Quick," she stated in a matter of fact manner. "Whether it was my exposure to the exposure or whether it was the talks with your mom or my mom or whether it was the year I just spent in Spain... where so many people are just so much more free with their bodies. I am doing what I can to be present in the here and now and not worry about the other stuff."

"Again, I'm still confused."

"You can look at me, Danny. You don't need to try and hide it. We're nude. It's okay. It's not like I think you are going to start jerking off or something. And, newsflash, I am going to be looking at you."

It was odd to me that I was being presented this directive by someone that seemed half my age. Though I was already aware of the concept of "age is just a number" and I didn't quote-unquote FEEL like I was in my 30's or an "adult", it nonetheless felt strange to be getting these life lessons from someone not even 20. But, hey, age is just a number.

"I gotta' say," I finally responded with a chuckle, "that this is not a conversation I expected to have on this walk. Not on this walk. Not today. Not ever."

"Not in a box or with a fox?"

"Well," I continued, "I guess this is good. I admit I was a little taken back by how confident and casual you are. But, one last question. What about this guy?"

With an overacted look with my eyes and some unsubtle framing with my hands, I directed her attention to my penis.

"What about it?"

"All the boners?"

"Ah, yes," she laughed, "the boners. Well, if you get a boner, I promise not to giggle or gawk. I do not promise not to look and I admit I will probably stare."

As it was, she was taking her time looking at my cock. I wasn't sure if I was happy or sad that it was in a normal, limp state.

"Well," I said, extending my hand for a handshake, "you make a compelling point and have a deal."

She didn't take my hand. Not at first. Not at all.

"Oh, Danny," she said with a laugh, "we barely know each other yet I still think we are already way past that." Sophia reached out and wrapped her small hand around my dick, replacing my hand for a formal shake. "Now we have a deal."

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I saw Sophia quite a bit more in the near future after that day on the beach. She explained to me that as the school year was about to start and her schedule was going to fill up, she wanted to make sure her tan was even. What this meant was her sunning herself for about an hour a day in my backyard, almost always arranged in the most unreasonable physical positions possible. All of them involved her legs spread about as wide as they could get. One of the positions involved her hanging practically upside down because, in her words, it made sure that she would not get a patch of light skin on the underside of her heavy breasts. Thankfully I was only in the dining room for a couple days of these acrobatic and graphic displays, otherwise I doubt I would have gotten much work done. That said, I did join her once or twice on some slower days when I was able to take a break and I still most certainly saw her on the weekends down on the beach under a bit more "normal" conditions. During each of the occasions we chatted and got to know each other and, by the time school began in August, I confided that I was sad to see her go.

"Oh," she coyly replied, "I'm sure I'll be around right when you least expect it."

In theory, and in reality, it was absolute truth that I didn't expect her to show up at my door only 9 days later.

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It was a Saturday night and the weather was on its way to ramping into its September peak. Days were hot and dry. Nights were breezy and warm. Life was good.

I was hanging out in my back yard, attempting to observe the night sky through the considerable light pollution, and otherwise allowing myself to decompress after a long week of work. Though it was certain that my schedule was relatively easy in overall stressload and flexibility that it allowed me, there were certainly times that things had to get done, and the past week was one of them.

I had gone into the house to refresh my drink and pee and was standing at the fridge when I heard the tap on the glass of the back door. Startled by the shock of the unexpected sound, my head whipped around to find Sophia - and another young woman her age - standing at my back door. They both wore excited smiles on their faces and were gesturing for me to let them in, the door having apparently locked behind me when I came inside.

"What're you doing here," I said as I opened the door and they darted into my kitchen.

"Shhhhhhhh," Sophia hissed in a decibel level about 3 times higher than my question, "I don't want my parents to know I'm here."

The girls were flushed and out of breath, giggling with excitement. For my part, I still stood at the door, confused. Seeing me not moving, she rushed over and closed the door, peaking out into the dark of night, looking for something or someone, and pulling me into the room.

"Get over here," she giggled, "they might see you!"

"Okay. Fine," I replied in a calm voice, my surprise beginning to subside, "but again, what are you doing here?"

Sophia didn't respond. Not verbally at least. She instead looked at her friend.

Then both of them looked at me.

Then they looked at each other again.

And then they started laughing.

"Are you drunk?"

If they had been drinking or partaking in something else, the comment seemed to set them straight on their mission.

"No," she responded in a direct, confident tone, "just out of breath, out of time, and in need of a favor."

If she was looking to pique my interest, the statement did it.

"Have you heard of 'Scavenger Cunts'?"

Again, they both started laughing.

"No, I can't say I have," I responded as they somewhat composed themselves.

"It's just silly college stuff," her friend began to say before Sophia shushed her.

"Danny, this is Emily," she said, introducing me to the second young woman in my house, "and she is right that it is just silly college stuff." She continued looking to the back door, seemingly worried that someone was going to be following them in. "Can we go into another room?"

We went to the front, semi-formal living room, and Emily closed the curtains that looked out onto the street in front of the house. After giving Sophia a wide-eyed look, they both took a deep breath and settled onto the couch in the room.

"Okay," Sophia continued, "it's a scavenger hunt. You probably did something like it yourself when you were in college. You have to go around and collect things and experiences. Sometimes objects you actually have to bring back. Other things you have to bring back a picture as proof. It's mostly silly stuff but then there are some things they make harder or more uncomfortable to get. That's the point. That's the fun."

"Okay," I replied, "and apparently you need something I have. Why are you so upset about your parents possibly knowing you are here?"

"We don't need something you have," Emily said before Sophia shushed her again.

"We don't need something you have," Sophia reiterated, "we need you."

She stood up and pulled a folded piece of paper out of the tight pocket of her yoga pants. Unfolding it, I saw a list of about 30 items, almost all checked off.

"Fantasy Vibe Celcius. Fire hydrant boner. Tighty-Whitey-Touchy-Wuchy..." I read some of the list aloud before skipping down to the bottom and the only unchecked item. "BDP." I paused. "What's BDP?"

Sophia looked at Emily, took a deep breath, and said it slowly.

"Big. Dick. Pic."

I audibly scoffed.

"I know," she immediately whined at my reaction, "but if we get this, I think that we will win! I know some of the other teams will get pics, either from boyfriends or just 'cause dudes don't mind whipping them out. But we were so fast in getting everything else, I am basically positive that we will get back first."

"Sophia..."

"Look, Danny," she continued her plea, "I get it. But it isn't like I haven't already seen you naked. I don't mind. Emily doesn't mind. And your face doesn't even have to be in the picture."

"Please?" Emily chimed in. This time Sophia didn't shush her.

"And," Sophia added, "you won't even be the only person naked!"

To my surprise, she pulled off her shirt and then pulled off her bra, leaving her topless in front of me. I have to admit, it wasn't that Sophia got topless in front of me that I was surprised about, rather Emil. And, though I glanced at her in preparation of catching a bit of shock, Emily never batted an eyelash, rather just stared at me with pleading, doe eyes.

"Soph..."

She cut off my protest when she rushed to me and stood directly in front of me, taking both of my hands and forcing my attention on her and the request.

"Please?"

Now it was two of them begging.

Shit.

"How does this work?"

Both girls squealed and Sophia began pulling at the base of my shirt, intent on getting the task completed as quickly as possible. Emily produced a small instant camera seemingly out of nowhere and held it up.

"Two pictures," Emily explained, "one of you with each of us. We can kneel so your face won't be in the pic. Obviously the biggest thing is you have to have your pants off."

"And the second thing is creativity," Sophia chimed in, pulling my pants and underwear down from my waist.

It all happened so quickly, and I found myself naked in the room. Thankfully, the girls did not even leave me enough time to feel nervous.

"Okay," Sophia directed, "I am going to kneel in front of you but with my back against your legs. I need you to press as close as possible. Push your hips and dick out."

I went wide eyed. Sophia continued about her process, getting herself situated on the floor. Emily just stood, laser focused on the task. I didn't even have a chance to raise objections as I was pulled into place, and Sophia completed her vision, tilting her head to the side and pushing herself up and under my dick, laying it across the side of her face. Once it was obvious it was going to stay where she wanted it, she threw her hands out wide and the camera flash went off, the picture processing out of the top of the camera a moment later. Emily, in turn, pulled off her own shirt and bra and asked me to spread my legs a bit, herself kneeling on the floor next to me, pressing her breasts into my thigh, her face just inches from my crotch.

"Jesus," I groaned as I felt a hand reach from around the back of us and in between my legs, providing a platform for which she gently cupped my package, offering it - along with a smile, and a breast lifted with her other hand - for the camera lens. A moment later there was a click and a flash and the second picture popped out of the camera and the girls quickly got dressed.

Of course the picture quality was absolute shit, something I wasn't particularly upset with. But, they both clearly contained two things: a lovely topless woman smiling happily for the viewer, and my tanned and mostly limp dick, unmistakable, even on the tiny print.

"Thank you so much," Sophia squealed, giving me a kiss on the cheek, not allowing me a moment to put my clothing back on. "Don't tell my parents we were here."

She began to rush out of the room and beckoned Emily to follow her. Emily, for her part, stepped over and pecked my opposite cheek with a kiss of her own.

"Thank you," she said, echoing her friend as they rushed out the door.

"Well," I sighed to myself as I began to get my clothes back on, "I guess that was that."

At that point, I didn't see the point in trying to relax under the stars as I had more interesting things swirling through my mind.

It was a couple hours later and I was getting ready to turn in for the night when my phone pinged. I unlocked the screen and was greeted by a text from Sophia.

Two words: We won!

A moment later, a second ping and, with it, a picture. Sophia and Emily's entire bodies were in frame, head to foot, one arm around the other, each of them holding a hard seltzer in triumph for the viewer, massive smiles stretched across their faces. They were fully nude, with Sophia's curvy figure and bronze skin in stark contrast to Emily's more athletic build and bikini-tan-lined body.

I stared at the pic for a bit and can admit to using my fingers to pinch-and-zoom on different portions of the phone screen, affording myself the pleasure of examining every detail of the participation prize.

... And then I went to sleep, a smile still on my face.

Darren was right, she certainly was a handful. But, Sophia was also right... she did certainly live in the here and now.

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As she lived in the dorms I didn't see Sophia much during the week, however in those glorious days of late August and early September, I most definitely saw her down on the beach each weekend.

The first weekend she came down, her parents stressed that she should be at school making friends.

The second weekend she still came down and had 4 friends with her - Emily included - and, after setting up in close proximity with Darren and Stephanie, they decided not to voice their opinion on the matter again.

It was early, but apparently classes were going well for her and her social life was as rich as ever. The "Scavenger Cunts" episode was never mentioned while in my presence, but it seemed like one of those things that college kids keep to themselves. Additionally, while Sophia was fun, I recognized the areas of my own life that could use some focus, with both house and potential relationships in need of attention.

Regarding the house, I was making decent progress. I didn't feel the need to make wholesale changes to what had evolved naturally over time, but I did want to make sure it felt like my own house, and not of an adult living in their parents' place.

Regarding relationships, I logged into the dating apps for the first time since moving and started with the whole swipe-right/swipe-left process and figured I would see where it went. I was busy and happy and not necessarily feeling lonely or unfulfilled, so it was a secondary priority for the time being.

In all, I was settling into the life that I figured I would have when I moved to San Diego. I went to the beach. I set up my house. I set out looking for friends and companionship. All pretty by-the-book. I had no complaints.

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It was an unseasonably hot evening in early October and I was regretting my decision not to turn the AC on. There was a privilege to living in Southern California and its prevalence of incredible weather so I felt bad about trying to override the outliers with man-made devices such as air conditioning. It had seemed incredibly reasonable earlier that day that I would be able to wait out the heat of the sunshine for the cool breezes that tended to blow through in the evening. Yet there I was, meandering around the house in only my boxers, less comfortable than I would have liked to have been at that hour. First-world problems, ya' know?

The knock came at my door earlier than the time prior but, coincidentally, I was at the fridge again. I rolled my eyes and walked over to let Sophia and Emily in.

"You two trouble makers again," I said as they hurried inside, "another R-rated scavenger hunt?"

"You guessed it," Emily replied without Sophia shushing her.

"You know," I replied, the sarcasm evident in my delivery, "I am beginning to understand how parents feel when their kids go away to college and don't write or call to check in, but just show up when they need something."

"Yes, yes," Sophia said, "and yet, here you are, standing around in only your underwear, obviously waiting for us to show up."

"You got me. Anyhow, what do you want? You don't seem to be in a rush like last time, so maybe I was wrong about your motives to begin with."

"No," Emily said, "you were right about the motive, it's Scavenger Cunts. We won last time! So, why not play again?"

"Am I your ace-in-hand? Nobody else has a resident naturist they can summon for BDP's?"

"Something like that," Sophia countered. "There is also truth to the fact that I - I mean we - feel safe with you."

"I'm certainly glad you feel that way. So, let's see the list."

Emily handed me the "Official Scavenger Cunts Object List" and I scanned through. It was slightly different in format than the last time, but still mostly harmless stuff, though there were some items this time that could potentially be met with legal response.

"A parking meter? That's a felony! Seems a bit extreme."

"Actually," Sophia chimed in, "it's only a misdemeanor in California. But, nonetheless, it's not something we're going to do. Apparently that is how these things work. They make the challenges more and more difficult over the course of the year. It's expected that there will be hunts that nobody actually completes. That is where the final win structure comes in."

"Win structure? You make this sound like something beyond a little contest."

We were still standing in the kitchen and both of them had been looking nervously at the window of the back door since they got it. It didn't matter that someone would have literally had to have been on the outside landing to see anything, they continued to be paranoid.

Sophia asked, "can we go into the living room?"

I sighed and began walking out of the kitchen, reflexively closing the curtains once I got into the living room. Visually, we were cut off to anyone outside the house. While Emily and Sophia stood, I settled into a chair.

"When we came over last time it was just for fun. This is actually the start of a full school-year challenge," Sophia said.

"Big money," Emily chimed.

"We had no idea it would be a 'thing'," Sophia said, making air quotes with her fingers, "after all, we're both freshman and neither of us has any close acquaintances who have participated in previous years. But, essentially, it works like this. There are 33 teams and we each contributed $50 bucks per person. The total pot is $3300. We are told there are going to be 4 rounds. This one in October. Then December, February, and April. You can win $125 for winning a round, which is cool since you more than get your money back immediately. But, each one of the individual challenges now has a point value associated with it."

I looked back on the sheet and saw that there were different numbers next to each item. They were mostly 2 and 4, but a couple that went as high as 10 - like the parking meter.

"So, if you get the most points on any one sheet, you get $125. If you get the most points over the course of the year, you get the remaining pot."

"Twenty-eight-hundred bucks," Emily said in a tone that was meant to impress me. "Fourteen-hundred for each of us."

"Actually, fourteen-fifty for me and thirteen-fifty for her," Sophia corrected. "Broke-ass over here couldn't even afford the entry fee so I had to spot her. But, once I found out she was slutty enough to whip out her tits and hold the dick of a perfect stranger, I knew I wanted her on my team."

The irony of Sophia calling Emily a slut after utilizing my dick for a hand shake over the summer was not lost on me.

"So, you need me for occasional dick pics," I said, "and if I do this for you, you get money."

"Yup," Sophia said.

"A quick question for you though," I responded, "why can't your parents know? You brought Emily down to the beach. They have seen her nude. You have seen them nude. Heck, you could use your dad for the model."

Sophia scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Two statements for your question. First, who the hell wants to utilize their dad as a nude model for something like this? This is supposed to be fun and sexy, remember?"

"Fair enough."

"Second, they absolutely hate this type of thing. They take their naturist leanings a bit too far in my mind. Like nudity CAN'T be fun and sexy. I don't need that negativity hanging over me. I live in the here and now."

"Ah, yes," I responded with a laugh. "The here and now. I've heard that one before. So, what do you need from me here and now?"

"BDP," Emily said.

And that was that. I pulled off my boxers. They pulled off their tops. We took pics again with the instant camera, and they were on their way. Truth be told, it was less "sexy" than last time. They barely touched me. Nobody really posed in any special way. I never got a "reward" picture sent to me nor was there any sort of notification that they won the round.

But, to say that it would stay that tame for future rounds of the hunt would be a flat out lie.

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The next couple months flew by. My schedule was not only packed on a day-to-day basis, but I was even able to go to Germany for a couple of weeks before Thanksgiving to visit my mom.

Things in San Diego were exactly what I had hoped for when relocating and I even felt acclimated to Southern California as a native. Of course, as an unfortunate side effect of that, my time on the beach was greatly diminished as we moved into late fall. It was a bit funny to think about in some ways, because while a significant population of Americans would most likely consider the weather to be appropriate for being on the sand, it was a bit too cold for me most days. But, that literally only meant that I now took more advantage of the convenience of my yard for getting some all over sun when the weather was right. Darren joined me for a couple of weekend days. Stephanie joined the two of us for one one of them. Sophia was busy with her time at school.

Until that fateful day in early December.

No, I was not out in the yard when she stopped over. No, I was not standing by the refrigerator. In truth, I almost missed Sophia and Emily for their third hunt stop at my house.

I had just gotten back from a date with a woman that I had been chatting with online for a couple of weeks. While many people may think that those that hang out on nude beaches are casual sex maniacs, I was most certainly never that way.

At least I never had been.

I had essentially just closed the garage door and was at the bottom of the stairs and about to make my way up when I heard the tell-tale tapping on the glass.

"Hello, ladies," I greeted Sophia and Emily as they quickly not only made their way into the house but directly into the living room.

"Hey, Danny," responded Emily when I stepped into the room behind them, automatically drawing the curtains closed.

"I assume you are here for the December hunt. What happened last time? I never heard from you."

"We didn't win," Sophia said, "but, get this... the team that won actually stole a parking meter. But, they got caught and were kicked out of school."

Damn.

"Crime never pays," I responded in the most fatherly tone I could muster. It was pointless to offer most college-age kids bits of sage wisdom like that. They were still - for the most part - in the "invincible" stages of their lives.

"But, we are really high on the ranking, so things are looking good."

"Same as last time?"

I admit I was a little more casual than before based on the fact that I was not only expecting them to show up at some point, but also that I had consumed a couple of drinks on my date. This translated to me standing up and beginning to take off my clothing, ready for my role.

Sophia and Emily were ready for their roles as well, and pulled off not only their sweatshirt tops, but their sweatpant bottoms, revealing that neither of them were sporting a bra or panties that day. The three of us were all nude.

"Danny," Sophia said in a questioning tone as she got down into a kneeling position in front of me.

"Sophia?"

She surprised me when she wrapped her hand around my dick and started gently squeezing the soft flesh.

"So, the thing is," she continued, "after the team got kicked out of school, everyone decided that there would be no more criminal tasks on the lists. So, no stealing road signs or, well, no stealing pretty much anything. But, as most of the people participating don't have a ton of money, we couldn't have it if you had to buy a lot of stuff either."

"What are you getting at?"

"There is a lot more flashing," Emily said from her spot a couple feet away, "and the tasks that used to be flashing oriented got bumped up a notch."

"Can I see the list?"

Sophia stopped rubbing my dick just for a moment while she went to her clothes to get it but, after handing it to me, recommenced her pseudo hand-job.

I scanned the list once more and noticed that it was actually significantly longer, but more simple than last time.

"Trader Joe's. Post Office. Chem Lab. TT. BDP," I read out loud. "You have to flash at all these places?"

"Kinda'," Emily responded. "Base points are for mooning. Fifty percent bonus for full frontal. No clothing even allowed in the frame of the picture. Double points for having other non-participants or non-students in the picture with you. Triple points if you can get 4 or more people nude in the pic."

"Jesus," I responded, Sophia still at my crotch, "it sounds like the newspapers are about to be reporting an epidemic of naked coeds around town."

"Probably not," Sophia said in a somewhat blase manner. "The reality is most people are too afraid of getting caught. So it is mostly going to be lots of butt pics."

"And my penis. BDP"

"Yeah. And your penis. But Danny?"

"Sophia?"

"We can get a multiplier there too."

"Oh, God," I responded through a heavy breath. Whether it was her goal - and whether or not I was supposed to - Sophia had gotten me hard and her handiwork could now very much be defined as a handjob. "What now?"

"That's the thing," she said, "we're mostly already there."

"Mostly?"

"BDP has a couple of different meanings," Emily explained. "Big Dick Pick. Boner Dick Pic. Blow Dick Pic."

"I think I get the point," I said, my breath a bit ragged.

"Is it okay?"

I looked down at Sophia after she asked. She was gently kneading my cock but was essentially in maintenance mode. As I was hard, she was no longer trying to get me hard. She looked up at me, hesitation in her face, not the confident woman I was used to. My brain wasn't functioning properly in the moment. I thought it was appropriate to talk about the implications. I thought it was right to talk about possible regret. Instead I only nodded my approval. Sophia, for her part, didn't waste a moment. She wrapped her mouth around my cock and began.

This part surprised me. It surprised me not because I didn't think she was actually going to put her mouth on me but rather that she didn't JUST put her mouth on me. Afterall, it was a picture. A picture could be taken in a split second. A picture didn't need her to lube my length with copious amounts of saliva. A picture didn't need her to work my shaft and balls with her hands. A picture didn't need her to open her throat and take me down it. Sophia was not just posing for a picture, she was administering a very thorough blowjob.

When the flash went off it surprised me. As it was, I had essentially lost any focus on what was happening. To parrot Sophia herself, I was only in the here and now.

And then they switched.

Whether they had made some sort of visual communication without me noticing, Sophia and Emily swapped places and Emily took over. I maybe should have had a moral issue with a young woman I had spent approximately 12 minutes total with over multiple months fellating me, but it felt so good I didn't think to bring up my concerns.

Like, maybe I should have when she attended to my cock with professional enthusiasm.

Then, maybe I should have when she too worked me with her mouth, hands, and back of her throat.

Or, maybe I should have when I felt my balls begin to tighten, my shaft go extra rigid, and the unmistakable sensation of an orgasm come on.

"Emily," I croaked, my mind and eyes able to focus just long enough to see that while Emily blew me that Sophia was starring, mouth agape, in rapt attention.

Emily didn't stop.

"Emily," I tried again, "I'm going to cum."

Whether she had the experience to recognize the physical differences in the lead up to orgasm or not, Emily continued her oral attack until the absolute last second, releasing me from her mouth just in time and directing me to blow my load - shockingly - all over her face.

I had been standing the entire time but felt the urge to lay down on the floor, collapsing in front of both girls on the carpet. I was alert enough to notice Emily get up and walk out of the room and enjoy the sensation of Sophia curling up into me on the floor.

Alas, it was not meant to last.

"You ready, girl?" Emily came back into the room after a couple of minutes in the bathroom, grabbing her sweats and kicking Sophia's to her.

Each girl got dressed while I lay still on the ground and watched. Emily was all business, pulling her clothes on and stylishly mussing her hair with her fingers in front of a mirror in the hallway. Sophia, on the other hand, got dressed but seemed distracted. Regularly looking over at me and smiling, or smiling to thoughts that seemed to be going in and out of her head.

When they confirmed they were ready to leave Sophia got down on all fours and kissed me, tenderly, but with conviction.

"Thanks, Danny," she whispered, "that was fun."

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After a busy end-of-year work schedule that found me putting in long hours right up until the early-evening hours of Christmas Eve, I was invited to spend Christmas day next door. Darren and Stephanie took pity on me not having any local family and invited me to swing by for an open-house that they hosted every year. Though I was not expecting an intimate affair, I was legitimately surprised by the sheer volume of people that swung through their home, and it was lively and enjoyable the entire time I was there... which was almost the entire day. Most of my time was spent speaking to various non-family, and getting to know their social circle. But, I also found random time to continue connecting with Darren and Stephanie and met Chloe for the first time.

Chloe couldn't have been much more opposite from Sophia. While they both shared the same olive complexion and dark features, the similarities stopped there, most certainly personality wise. Chloe was the quiet academic to Sophia's handful and Sophia seemed to be her older sister's tormentor, picking on or needling Chloe at different times throughout the day. Plus, while Chloe did offer some fond anecdotes of spending time with my parents while growing up, she assured me that she would never be joining the "nudist club" at my house.

"The world needs more of your titties, big sister," Sophia whined playfully, but Chloe remained resolute.

When the day was winding down and Sophia and I found ourselves with a bit of privacy, I asked her about the scavenger hunts.

"They're good," she said with a bit of resignation.

"You're not very convincing in your response," I replied.

"Remember how I told you that we started with 33 teams? Well, we're basically down to like 4. That was all of the teams who actually did an oral pic and realistically have a chance to win."

My eyes darted around the room as she wasn't exactly hushed in her delivery. If someone did hear us, I couldn't see them.

"You can't possibly be surprised about that," I responded. "I mean, most people don't go around sharing pictures of things like that."

"Bullshit," she fired back. "The things I have seen on peoples phones border on insanity. I think that's what surprises me the most, that people only want digital copies. It's the physical picture they are upset about. But, all we do is show the pic to get our points and then it is ours to keep. Like, it would be much easier to lose control of a digital pic than a Polaroid. But, try telling these idiots that."

"So... what happens with the hunts?"

"Well, Emily is thrilled. She only cares about winning the money. And, realistically, maybe I should too. But what I really liked was this common goal of sexy fun."

"Do you think the final rounds are going to be cancelled?"

"No," she said quickly, "almost everyone - even the people who essentially decided not to continue - decided to keep the same rules as-is for the rest of this year. Not sure about next year though. Not sure about what the point of college will be."

I laughed. Like an actual guffaw. "Some would say it's an education."

"Well," Sophia responded with a sigh, "I hope not. That will make for three extremely boring years."

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We rolled into the new year and I was pleasantly surprised by how much I saw Sophia over her break. Though it was definitely too cold outside to take part in any backyard sunning or on-beach activities other than an occasional fully-clothed long walk, she nonetheless stopped over regularly just to say hello or hang out. Enough so that even Darren and Stephanie noticed.

"I think it's great," Darren said one day as we stood outside with Stephanie and chatted in the driveway, "she could use an adult influence in her life."

"Remember that it is always okay to set boundaries," Stephanie added. "Otherwise, she'll be neck-deep into your personal space before you know it."

Thinking about the very adult experiences of the hunt, and the fact that these were her parents, I kept my mouth shut about how positive my influence was... or that I would have any inclination to set boundaries.

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It was Valentine's Day the next time I got that fateful knock on my back door.

I once again happened to be downstairs.

I once again opened the door and let the two coeds burst into my personal space.

I once again marveled at the situation.

"No date, Danny? After all," Emily inquired in a voice and mood just slightly looser and more bubbly than before, "it is Valentine's Day."

"No date for me," I responded as we all made our way into the living room, "nobody is interested in an old curmudgeon, I guess."

"Awwwwwww," Sophia responded as she playfully hugged me, "you're not old or a curmudgeon and we'll be your dates."

As it had been, I had been going on some app-based first dates over the prior weeks and intentionally left February 14th open. The last thing that I wanted was to be stuck in a room of loving couples during a potentially awkward early encounter. Being that I wasn't being pelted with requests from a few women I had been chatting with, I figured they each felt the same way.

Sophia flopped on the couch and giggled. Emily dove on top of her.

"You two seem like you are in a good mood," I commented.

"We are," Sophia responded. "Did you know it's Emily's Birthday?"

"I did not," I responded truthfully as I settled myself into a chair across from them, "Happy Birthday, Emily!"

"I'm 19 and single. An old maid. Nobody wants me."

There was a heavy dose of sarcasm in her voice and I appreciated that she wasn't taking herself seriously.

"And I'm 20 and even worse," Sophia added, still embracing Emily as they laid on the couch. "And that'ss why we had a couple of drinks and came out tonight. To celebrate that even though nobody wants us as their valentine, we can still be happy."

The room went still. I just sat there. Sophia and Emily just cuddled one another.

"This all seems a bit dramatic," I finally said, breaking the silence. "I am sure either one of you could have a date. Either short term or long term or anything in between."

"Oh," Emily responded, "we could get laid. That's not an issue. The issue is relationships. Nobody seems to want to be in one. At least not with us."

"It's not unheard of to not want to be in a quote-unquote serious relationship in college," I countered. "A lot of people are just figuring themselves out and don't have the mental or emotional capacity to add another person into the mix."

The room went silent again. Emily used Sophia's breasts as a pillow. Sophia absentmindedly ran her fingers through her friends' hair. I continued to sit and chaperone. The scene was generally wholesome and Norman Rockwell-esqe in nature. Two friends comforting each other while a kindly adult sat by. That is until they kissed.

It was a simple peck on the lips. Nothing sloppy. Nothing graphic. Emily picked her head up and gave Sophia a quick kiss and Sophia kissed back in an obviously comfortable manner that indicated to me it was all familiar. And then, Emily stood up.

"Danny," she said as if it were the extension of an ongoing conversation, "is my pussy pretty?"

Emily pulled her yoga pants down to the floor and did her best to wriggle her feet out of them. Initially struggling to pull them over her shoes, then deciding that naked from the waist down was the better option and pulling those off as well. I sat, wide-eyed and slack-jawed, truly not expecting this in the progression of the evening, scavenger hunt or not. I was even more surprised, whether or not one could believe it was possible, when Sophia got off the couch and repeated the actions of her friend.

"Yeah," Sophia added, "mine too."

To be clear, these were young women that were clearly at the top of the gene pool from an aesthetic standpoint. They were beautiful. They were shapely and toned. The question was ludicrous.

"Uhmmm..."

I was speechless as they each got onto the floor and spread their legs, exposing their most intimate areas for my gaze. And, as my eyes dashed around my visual buffet, I was treated to perfection. Not once, but twice, and in very different forms.

"You're both perfect," I said truthfully, only able to look them in the eyes for a brief second before darting back.

"I figured you would say that," Sophia countered, "but we're so different. We can't both be perfect."

It was all true, they were different, but they were still both perfect. Vulva are like a fingerprint. Every one unique. Every one amazing.

While Emily was fully shaved if not waxed, Sophia maintained her dark, manicured pubic hair.

While Sophia's thick and suckable inner lips stayed closed, needing fingers or a tongue to help them reveal their hidden mystery, Emily's delicate petals opened on their own with her spread legs, inviting me to the treasure within.

And while Emily's sensitive button practically called to me like a siren, begging me for attention, Sophia's clit stayed hidden, challenging the detective in me to find it and ask it to come out to play.

"Ladies," I said, needing to take a moment to adjust a now-uncomfortable erection squeezed into my pants, "pussy is like pizza. It's really difficult to find one that isn't great. And yours are definitely great."

It was me shifting the bulge in my pants that made the two ladies look at each other knowingly. Though they tried to fight it, silly little grins appeared on their faces, and it was Emily that cocked her head almost imperceptibly in my direction, resulting in an equally tiny nod of approval from Sophia.

"Daaaaannnnyyyy," Sophia cooed as the two of them crawled over to me, "you have two ladies with their pants off in front of you. Why are yours still on?"

The girls pulled me down to the floor and helped me ease my clothing off.

Shoes...

Socks...

Pants...

Boxers...

Shirt...

I didn't even need to say anything when I was fully nude and they were not. Both Sophia and Emily each pulled their tops off and cuddled into one of my sides, their warm, soft skin like a comforting blanket on my own. Sophia began kissing me at the same time I felt a hand wrap around my cock. It felt amazing, yet I was still incredibly uncomfortable. Not with the situation, rather the fact that we were on the floor. Thankfully, Emily mentioned it first.

"Bedroom?"

"Follow me," I responded, getting up and taking each by the hand, leading our band of laughing fools upstairs.

When we got to the door, the girls didn't wait for me, rather ran ahead and launched themselves onto my bed, giggling and squirming around before each getting to their knees and beckoning me to join them. For my part, I had to take a moment to savor my good fortune. There was a reality to situations like this not being a part of my normal life and I practically had to pinch myself to trust that it was all real. As it were, once I got to the bed, Sophia pulled and pushed me until I was on my back in between them and we picked up where we left off.

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I'm not sure if it was the sweet taste of the kiss.

I'm not sure if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in what seemed like ages.

I'm not sure if it was the feeling of the soft delicate fingers wrapped around my cock.

I'm not sure if it was because I was with two women at the same time - a first for me.

I'm not sure if it was because of how objectively sexy the women were.

I'm not sure if it was even that the last orgasm I had experienced was weeks before, not from masturbation, rather the double blowjob I had received from the girls during the previous scavenger hunt.

This is all to say I'm not sure WHY it was, but I was sure that my cock was so hard it felt like it was going to burst.

I was already hard walking into the room but it felt like the final stages of buildup before climax. My cock was full, hot, and like a rod of steel. If it didn't feel so good I possibly would have been worried. In fact, I didn't think it could feel better until I felt someone straddle me and I experienced the unmistakable pleasure of my shaft being enveloped by an extremely warm, extremely wet, pussy.

"Dirty girl," Sophia cooed, breaking from our kiss for a moment when she too realized that something was up.

"Like you weren't thinking about it," Emily responded as she got herself into a rhythm on top of me.

For my part I barely moved. It wasn't that I didn't want to. It wasn't that I didn't think about grabbing her hips with my hands and driving into her with wild abandon. But it wasn't as if it were just the two of us, and I was enjoying my time with Sophia as well.

For her part, Sophia sank back into kissing me a bit more but, obviously distracted by the movement at my waist, kept breaking off to watch the show. That is until her eureka moment came about and she realized that she was in control of her own destiny.

With Emily sitting high across the hips and rocking herself back and forth to her own prescribed tempo, Sophia got up off my side and swung a leg over my head, settling her pussy right on my face.

At this point I had to use my arms to shift her. Not because I was upset about her take-command attitude and the boldness of her action, but because she literally sat her full weight down on my face, and I couldn't breathe.

"Sorry," she giggled when she realized what was going on, "I am just so fucking horny."

I didn't respond verbally, instead with a long lap of my tongue, and her shuddered breath and clenched legs indicated to me that I was on the right track.

There were so many things going on at the same time and I was thrilled to be overwhelmed with sensations. By being unable to concentrate on any one thing, I believe my mental overload gifted me stamina, as I otherwise would have most likely cum in record time. My brain ping-ponged between all of my senses, each in abundance.

The savory taste of Sophia's soaking pussy.

The erotic sounds of the two girls kissing and moaning.

The smell of sex. Of pheromones. Of nature's primitive call to mate.

The sight - though only periodically as she rocked back and forth - of Sophia's puckered asshole and the feminine curve of her back and and butt.

And, of course, the sense of touch. Of my cock being massaged by Emily's inner walls. By the feeling of Sophia's hips and thighs in my hands.

I was on the bow of the Titanic. I was king of the world.

I couldn't believe my luck in my distracted thoughts. Emily was halfway through her orgasm when I realized it was even happening and it was thankfully not enough time for my body to finish in sync with her. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't like I didn't want to, but I also didn't want the multitude of experiences to end.

When I felt Emily fall off of me, the rush of cool air on my now drenched cock a small shock, Sophia got off her perch on my face and cuddled back into my side for a quick moment.

"You good? Your face is all wet," she giggled, "you got me dripping."

"Good is a bit of an understatement," I responded.

"You're still hard," she marveled as she wrapped around my cock. "That's amazing."

"I haven't cum," I responded truthfully, unaware that she was unaware.

Sophia went wide eyed. "Really?!"

I was only treated to the excited, mischievous look for half a heartbeat, the split second from when she heard my response, allowed it to process, and plotted her next course of action.

Sophia scooted herself down to my waist and took me in her mouth. If any of Emily's juices had still been on me, they were soon gone, replaced by a sloppy-wet blowjob delivered by her friend. But it obviously also wasn't as if that were her end goal, because almost as quickly as she had started, Sophia too straddled my waist and impaled herself on my cock, sinking to the hilt in a single movement.

Our audible responses were both involuntary and totally in sync.

Me: "Uuuuurrrrggggghhhhh..."

Sophia: "Jesus Christ..."

Unlike Emily, who almost immediately began rocking herself to quick climax when she took the first initiative, Sophia fell to my chest, temporarily content with our togetherness. We lay there for a bit, with very little movement from any of us. I cherished the ability to start to appreciate - rather than be nearly overwhelmed by - the moment. I allowed my fingertips to explore the smooth skin of Sophia's sides. I was soothed by the tempo of Emily's soft breathing. I savored the tiny micro-pulses of Sophia's heartbeat that emanated through her pussy and into my cock, not allowing it to go a little bit soft for even a tiny moment.

But then Emily popped up.

"Shit," she said, as she walked out of the room, "I'm thirsty."

Sophia giggled in my ear. "This is fun."

"Lots."

Though she didn't sit upright, she did begin rocking her hips, and I felt her inner walls squeeze the length of my cock as she slowly increased her tempo. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

"Fuck," she moaned in my ears. "This feels so good."

"God, yes," I managed in a breathy response. Though I had the gift of sensational overload previously, I knew I wasn't going to last long.

I began counting in my head. Anything to help me in my quest to prolong the experience. The problem was that every time I tried counting, it seemed to align with Sophia's tempoed undulations, and I lost track of the counting and instead could only focus on how amazing it felt to be inside of her. In fact, it couldn't have been more than a couple of minutes before I felt a telltale twinge in my groin.

Shit.

"Sophia," I whispered, "I'm not going to last long."

She didn't respond or stop.

Though I didn't think it was possible, I felt myself get just a tiny bit harder inside of her.

"Sophia..." I whined.

"Keep going," she moaned, her body beginning to stiffen, her pace beginning to quicken.

My breath was ragged and every muscle in my body was clenched. I was doing everything I could to hold back and I was losing the fight.

"Sophia..."

Her body went rigid around me and I was able to catch a quick glance of her face, scrunched up in beautiful agony.

It was right when I knew I couldn't last any longer that Sophia erupted. Not only did she cry out, an honest to goodness 'Oooooooh, Goddddd' that penetrated to my core, but my groin was treated to a sudden rush of wetness.

It was too much. My hips bucked up and my cock exploded, involuntarily pumping ropes of cum deep into her. Should I have pulled out? Probably. But I literally couldn't. Biologically our actions were predispositioned for procreation. Nature WANTED my cum in her and neither of us could do anything to fight it.

And then we stopped.

When our climaxes were over, my body feeling like it had been turned inside out, Sophia fell limp on top of me. Our heartbeats were still racing and our skin was slick with perspiration.

When did we get this sweaty?

"Holy shit," I heard Emily say from the general direction of the doorway, "that was so fucking hot."

It took just about every ounce of energy I had to open my eyes and turn to see her, and I allowed myself to smile at the vision: a beautiful, naked woman leaning against the door frame, hair messy and obviously "sexed," a glass of water in her hand and a contented look on her face.

Sophia stirred and rolled her body off of mine, torturing me with the excruciating feeling of withdrawing my extremely sensitive cock from its cocoon.

"That was intense," she said, sitting up on the side of the bed. "Really good and really intense."

She got off the bed and waddled her way to the attached bathroom, her hand in between her legs and cupping her crotch, a reminder of the messy conclusion to our actions. I simply sat on the side of the bed, alone at first until Emily came and joined me, planting a kiss on my cheek and a pat on my leg like an offering of kudos for a job well done.

"We never took pictures," I said after a lightbulb of realization went off in my head, "I don't think I am going to be able to get hard again for a bit."

Emily laughed.

"Oh, Danny," Sophia said, stepping out of the bathroom, "Scavenger Cunts isn't even happening today. This was just for us. You know, living in the here and now."

"But," Emily added, getting up and standing next to her friend and offering with a sly grin, "we think we'll be back next week."

Lucky me.