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Stephen Williams was a high school History teacher. He was 25 and was in his second year of teaching. He had been told he looked a bit like James Franco. He had a stressful week and needed to relax. The students were really trying his patience and he needed to get away. The nudist resort he would frequent was having their spring Festival that weekend so he decided to go. Visiting there was one way he would destress.
There were quite a large number of people there that weekend, people of all ages and backgrounds. It was always fascinating finding out the wide range of occupations people had in the “real world”, he had even met fellow teachers, but not from his own school. He was sitting there relaxing reading a book on the history of the French Revolution, when he heard someone. “Mr. Williams?” the voice said “What are you doing here?”
The voice sounded female and young. He looked around and there coming toward him he saw Samantha. She was a student from his class, and as he had found out, she had a crush on him. “Oh crap”. He thought. He tried to look away, can’t see his student naked. This was awkward. He had come here to get away from students, and Samantha in particular had some girl drama that week. Then he saw who must have been her parents. He thought he remembered they had skipped out on parent teacher conferences. “Hey mom, dad, this is my history teacher”, she said, a bit nervously, at this point becoming rather shy. With them was her brother, whom he had in class the previous year.
“Hello, Samantha, Robert” he said nodding toward the brother.
“Hello mister Williams, it’s a pleasure to meet you” said her father, holding out his hand to shake. “I’m Samantha’s dad but you can call me Dave”.
“Hello Dave, Steve Williams”
“Maria” said the mom introducing herself in her Colombian accent.
“So, what do you guys do for a living” Mr. Williams asked the parents, trying to make conversation.
“I’m a lawyer” Dave said.
“And I’m a general practitioner, a doctor,” said her mother.
“Samantha has plans to be a teacher herself” Dave said.
“Oh nice, what subject” asked Mr. Williams. He then realized he should be asking Samantha. He had never talked much about life her goals in class except in a vague sense, but she was going to be a senior next year so it would be good to know before she went off to college. He wasn’t even sure he knew what her favorite subject was.
“She wants to teach science I believe, she loves science, isn’t that right honey?” asked her father.
She had never been a shy girl in class but her she was hiding behind her parents, rather embarrassed, but she nodded in the affirmative. “Chemistry” she said softly.
Attention then turned to Robert. “You’re a Senior now, what are your plans, have you applied to colleges?” asked Mr. Williams.
“Um, yes, I am applying to be in the Army National Guard. It is basically the reserves so I will have time to do other things. I will be going to community college to save money, and want to study pre-law or political science, I want to become a lawyer like my father and maybe one day a politician perhaps”.
This was only slightly a surprise to Mr. Williams. He knew Robert enjoyed his class, and had done well, but did not know he was that interested in political science. They might have to talk a bit more later.
“How does she do in your class” Dave asked. It was then that Mr. Williams realized that Dave had done most of the talking, Maria had been pretty quiet, perhaps she wasn’t as comfortable speaking English.
“Her grades, are decent, as I’m sure you know, she is pretty much a B student, however if she put in a bit more effort, she could easily be an A student. “Both her parents shot her glares; she hid even more.
“As for her behavior, I have to remind her to stop talking”
“That does not surprise me” said Steve, sort of chuckling.
“She also had some issues with some of the other girls in class, I think it was probably related to boys”.
“Ah, OK, maybe I can talk to her more about it later” the father replied.
The conversation then shifted to the elephant in the room.
“So, I haven’t seen you guys around here, is this your first time?” Steve Asked.
“Oh no,” Dave replied “We come here from time to time. Have been doing so for maybe 5 or 6 years, probably more often when the kids were younger, but our family has always been nudists, we rarely wear clothes when at home. How about you?”
“I have been coming here regularly for about three years,” said Steve. “Funny we haven’t run into each other before, perhaps we haven’t come on the same days”.
“Probably” replied Dave “Alright we are going to shower and then get in the pool, talk more later”. He and his family then walked over to the open showers and they showered off and then got in the pool. Steve had showered earlier, so he finished the chapter he was reading and then went into the pool himself. He talked more with the family, learning all kinds of things he didn’t know. Maria had moved from Colombia with her parents when she was 8 years old. English was her second language but she was plenty fluent, she just didn’t like to talk in English all that much. They raised their kids bilingual because it was a valuable asset to be able to speak two languages. They worked a lot and got very little time off, but when they did, they wanted to relax, so that is why some times they would come here. They all intermingled with others in the pool. They moved to the hot tub and continued their conversation there.
Later on, that afternoon, there was Karaoke. Steve decided to participate. He sang “Dust in the Wind” and “Stairway to Heaven” he was a pretty good sing, not good enough to win American Idol but at least decent. He would have sung more but there were quite a few people there and he wanted to let others have a shot. Samantha came up and sang several songs. A few of them Steve knew, but a few he was unfamiliar with, was he really that old already not to know some modern pop songs? She had an amazing singing voice. Mr. Williams thought maybe she should actually pursue a career in singing professionally. She was that good, and has great stage presence as well. So, after she was done, he said “That was amazing, you should continue to practice signing, it is a gift”. That just made her embarrassed but she appreciated the compliment, especially coming from the teacher she had a crush on while they were both standing there naked. They all said goodbye and went their separate ways.
On Monday, Mr. Williams saw Samantha in class, and could not get the image of her naked out of his head. What she was wearing didn't help, skintight leggings that accentuated her butt. Technically against the dress code but rarely enforced. She would often wear loose hoodies but he now realized that was because she didn’t wear a bra. He might have noticed before but he didn't make it a habit of staring at his student’s breasts, but noticed it today as she took it off in class, and revealed a crop top underneath that exposed a good deal of cleavage. This impressed the boys sitting around her. She knew Mr. Williams wouldn't do anything because now she had something on him. She would put back on her sweatshirt when she went to her next class, as that teacher was not as lenient.
Sometime, about a month or so later, she was inviting people to her birthday party, which sort of doubled as an end of school party, with a theme dress, “birthday suit”. She was trying to be as discreet as possible, which is difficult in high school, but she didn’t want word getting out.
She asked Spencer, the boy that everyone knew had a crush on her. He was slightly overweight and nerdy so was never super popular, it seemed Samantha trusted him. “I know you have always wanted to see me naked, here’s your chance” He turned as red a s a tomato. “Will I have to be naked too?” he asked.
“Duh” she said.
“My parents would never let me” he said
“Don’t worry about it” she said “My parents have taken care of it”
He ended up telling his parents it was just a birthday party, no other details.
Then she invited Mr. Williams and told him to keep it a secret. There was no way he would tell anyone.
If anyone at school found out, that could cause issues. Maybe he would even be fired.
So, they kept it hush hush.
That afternoon after school, he thought hard about if he should go. When he had run into her at the nudist camp before, it had been coincidence. In this case, he was directly invited, if he went, he could especially get in trouble, or so he thought. He decided he would go but wondered what other adults would be there. Surely her parents but anyone else? He would just have to find out.
He arrived late, as he had planned as he didn’t want to be the first one there. It was at Samantha’s house, which was fairly large, and expensive looking. He was glad to see there were in fact other adults, this was good. He did recognize one couple from the nudist camp, likely the parents had met them there as well, as they had all talked together, and had become friends. They brought their 16-year-old son, who went to a different school but who Samantha had become friends with. They had a 5-year-old daughter they had with them at the camp, but left her with a babysitter for this party as they didn’t feel a high school party was the right atmosphere. Once confident knowing there were plenty of adults there, he stripped.
There was alcohol, and although the kids were mostly high school age, he didn’t care, other adults were there keeping an eye on things, so things couldn’t get too crazy. Aside from Spencer and of course Robert, he did see a few other students from the school he recognized. There was Samantha’s best friend, a redhead named Amanda who was acting shy. Although she was naked, she was sitting in a way to obscure herself, her knees up in front of her, covering her breasts, and her arms rested on her knees. However, as the party went on, she loosened up. He saw them taking selfies at one point. He reminded them to watch what they posted on social media. “We know Mr. Williams, Geez” they said, a bit exacerbated. Why did adults assume teenagers were idiots? Also present at the party was a tall African American girl, who Mr. Williams recognized as Robert’s girlfriend Kim, she was another Senior at the school, she had transferred in near the end of last year. Robert would have made this a graduation party, but he would have a different party for that as he wanted to invite his textile friends (that is what nudists call people who wear clothes all the time). Kim’s younger sister, a freshman, was also there, although Mr. Williams didn’t really know her, perhaps he would have her in class in a couple years.
There was a pool and just about everyone went skinny dipping in it. Someone did a cannonball and got just about everyone sitting outside the pool wet. One way or another, no one was leaving the party dry.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang.” I’ll get it” Samantha said, already strutting toward the front door confidently. Perhaps alcohol had played a role in her confidence. She opened the door. On the other side was a pizza delivery guy, whose mouth was gaping open wide in amazement and disbelief, staring at the naked girl standing in front of him, and holding 3 large pizzas “oh, uh, that will be $42.50” he said.
He must have been around the same age as she was, and appeared to be making a feeble attempt at growing a mustache, but didn’t go to the same school. Samantha’s parents arrived right behind her. “I will get my wallet,” said her dad, who had ordered the pizza about half an hour ago. He left to go get it, leaving the pizza boy still gawking at the naked girl and her equally naked (and one might add attractive) mother. The dad returned “there you go” he said, handing him the money. “Th-thank you sir” he said as he nervously walked back to his car. He was going to have a story to tell. The party went on into the night. As it got late people started leaving the party, Samantha gave everyone a hug as they left, “thank you for coming”. Mr. Williams was one of the last to leave but when he finally did, she greeted him the same way. He then shook her parents' hands “thank for hosting this, it was enjoyable”. With that, he put his clothes on and left.
The end?