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In a small suburban home, three friends entered through the front door, happily chatting amongst themselves. There was Jolene “Jelly” Weber, a lively freckled woman with wavy red hair, forest green eyes and a warm smile that often showed the dimples on rounded face. Accompanying her were her two best friends, the bubbly blonde Kitty Dubois and Brandy Montgomery, a calm, collected African American woman.
With all three having a day off, the trio decided to spend the day shopping around town, chatting about what was going on in their working lives and anything new that popped up. After a few hours, the three friends decided to retire at the Weber household for a relaxing afternoon in.
“Honestly Jellybean, ya really don’t know easy ya have it,” Kitty sighed, pushing her cat eye glasses up dramatically with one hand, “Waitin’ tables is the Devil’s work. Did ya know that just yesterday I had ta deal with two kids throwin’ their meatballs around? Meatballs! They got meat sauce all over mah favorite apron…”
“Yes, because running an entire business revolving around real estate truly has nothing on the evils of meat sauce,” chuckled Jelly as she set her bags down. “Truly I will never know the struggle.”
“Oh, talk to me about struggle,” interjected Brandy dryly, “I have been busting my butt in marketing for a little over seven years now. And the thing I keep hearing to this day; you don’t look like you work in marketing.”
“No way,” gasped Kitty.
“I don’t like what “look like” is supposed to imply. They clearly mean something more by it,” Brandy remarked, shaking her head.
“Think of it this way Brandy; they probably couldn’t believe such a woman could possess smarts and beauty and exist in real life,” Jelly said, absentmindedly taking her blouse off. “And if they’re racist on top of that, then they’re doubly stupid!”
Brandy and Kitty were about to respond when they noticed their friend stripping in front of them. Too flabbergasted to say anything, the two watched the scene unfold before them, bewildered looks on their faces. Jelly had just finished shimmying out of her jeans when she finally noticed her friends’ shocked looks.
“Something up?” Jelly asked innocently, seemingly unaware how odd taking her clothes off in the middle of the living room was.
“Did we go crazy in the last minute or are you standing in your underwear right now?” Brandy asked, the expression of surprise still on her face.
Jelly still didn’t understand what the problem was until the gravity of the situation struck her in that moment. Slapping her forehead in embarrassment, Jelly groaned, “Sorry guys…I got too comfortable because we were home and all. It’s something I do first thing when I get home and I forgot you guys were with me….”
“Oh yeah, this was this naturalist, um naturist, deal ya mentioned ta us a couple o’ times,” Kitty replied, looking more thoughtful.
“I’ll just get dressed really quick. I’m really sorry about this.” Jelly tried gathering up her clothing when Kitty’s rapidly waving of her hands stopped her.
“Jellybean, ya don’t need ta fret ‘bout us an’ your naked self,” the blonde woman assured her, “Ya both saw me walking around with my curlers, fuzzy pink robe, an’ bunny slippers that one Sunday at mah house. We’ll be fine seein’ ya all comfortable an’ such.”
“Really? Are you sure you two are okay with this?” Jelly cautiously asked.
Brandy merely gave a shrug and replied, “Your house, your rules Jel. It’s not something we don’t see in the mirror every morning; cut loose if you want to.”
With full permission obtained, the redhead quickly unstrapped her scarlet bra, slid her vermillion panties down and tossed both her undergarments aside. Now fully nude, Jelly did a little twirl, overjoyed at finally being undressed in her own home.
Having gotten an eyeful of Jelly’s body, Kitty remarked, “She really is one of them nudists; she’s got freckles everywhere, even on her bu-”
Before the glasses wearing blonde could finish her sentence, Brandy swatted her on the shoulder, giving her a bemused look that read “Don’t even go there”.
“You two have no idea how good this feels,” sighed Jelly, hands triumphantly on her hips. “What say we take this party to the garden?”
The trio were seated at the patio set in the Weber’s backyard, surrounded by Jelly’s personal garden of daisies, lilies and violets, the nudist woman sitting on a towel draped over her chair. On the table were three cups of coffee and a platter of tea cakes being passed around as the women discussed the current topic at hand.
“I heard ya mention the whole nudie deal from time ta time but it’s a whole different ball game seein’ it in person,” Kitty piped up, taking a careful sip of her coffee. “If ya don’t mind me askin’, how long have ya been doin’ the whole nudist business?”
“I’m proud to say that I’ve been going nakedly strong since my college years! I got invited to a group skinny dip at the lake nearby campus one day and I liked it so much that I just kept practicing in the comfort of my own apartment. That got a little boring after a while so you could imagine how excited I was when I found my then future husband was also a nudist!”
Brandy nearly dropped her cup when the redhead brought up her husband. “So, you’re saying Terry is a nudist too? I never would have guessed he of all people…wait, do your kids know you two go around naked.”
“Oh, we raised them up naturist,” Jelly replied simply, taking a bite from her tea cake, “The enjoy going around in the buff and we get to save water on washing clothes. Everyone wins.”
Noticing the bewildered looks on her friends’ faces, she added, “It’s nothing bad. We don’t do anything a normal all-American family wouldn’t. We just don’t like clothes, not as complicated or as weird as you think.”
“A whole family o’ nudists…boy, ya really think ya know someone,” Kitty thought aloud. “Yer family is always so happy whenever I see them at the diner so clearly this nudie business is really bringin’ them up right!”
“I’m still trying to process Terry Weber of all people being a nudist. He always comes across as so bashful.”
“Guess that goes to show that you can never judge a book by its cover. People can end up surprising you,” smirked Jelly.
Kitty held her mug in her hand, a thousand questions running through her head. She decided to go with one in particular: “Does anyone at work know yer a nudist?”
Jelly chortled at the question, covering her mouth to prevent cookie crumbs from spraying everywhere. “Kitten…there’s a world of a difference between being naked in front of friends and family and telling a company you oversee that you go around nude. Can you imagine what my clients would think if they knew my family were naturists…oh God, imagine if the shareholders knew!”
“I don’t know Jelly; I heard being nekkid really helps in selling real estate,” Kitty smiled in the cheesiest way possible.
“You got that from SpongeBob you cornball!” cackled the redhead, amused by her friend’s usual mannerism. While the two were joking around, Brandy held a steely gaze off into the distance, playing with one of her ebony curls; this was a sign that she was thinking about something very seriously and analyzing a given situation.
“Kitty might be on to something here…setting aside the obvious sex sells angle, Jelly has a wholesome, beautiful family, no different from anyone else’s. Rather than being scandalous, it would improve your image as hardworking family woman with a unique set of beliefs, something people would find interesting in the field of real estate. You’d be ahead of the game,” Brandy explained her thought process to Jelly, her warm brown eyes practically calculating every move in front of them.
“I think…you’re even sillier than Kitty!” Jelly smirked, “I would think you of all people wouldn’t be humoring her…or at least you wouldn’t let your marketer side take over.”
“Have you forgotten who you’re taking to Ms. Thang? I’m the same woman who made the mullet look fashionable for Abercrombie; selling real estate with a nudist family is walk in the park for me,” Brandy shot back, her face brimming with confident energy. “This could be a whole new chapter in the world of marketing and advertising. I think I’ll call it…the Adam and Eve technique.”
Jelly simply waved her off, a modest smile on her face. “I don’t think my company is doing so bad that I need to shill my lifestyle. I do appreciate your interest though, really. Maybe it’s something to consider in the future.”
Even as she spoke these words, deep down she couldn’t help but wonder if her friend was on to something big with her outlandish idea…
Later that evening, long after Brandy and Kitty left for home, Jelly was dressed in nothing but an apron, keeping an eye on the oven as she waited for family to arrive. And as if on cue, Terry and their kids, Whitney and Cody, stepped through the front door, setting aside their respective briefcase and backpacks.
Just as Brandy had said, Terry Weber looked like a fairly quiet and unassuming man, far from someone you’d associate with nudism; he was of average height and weight, light in skin tone, even lighter in his blue eyes, possessed faded raven shade hair, and had a round pair of glasses perched on his small, bird like nose. Outside of that, the only feature you’d call impressive is his chiseled jawline, something he jokingly refers to as his “superhero chin”.
Their youngest daughter Whitney had her father’s dark hair and fair complexion, but the shape of her face and green eyes made her the spitting of Jelly. Cody, the oldest son, inherited his mother’s ruddy, freckled skin and auburn locks, but his chin and baby blue eyes could have only come from Terry.
“Welcome home familia!” Jelly chirped happily, turning off the oven and pulling a dish from the appliance. “May I ask how everyone’s day was?”
“In a word: exhausting!” sighed Terry as he undid his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt. “I had a long meeting with the mayor over the fountain in city square that needed maintenance; good lord is that man a blowhard! Erm, don’t tell anyone else I said that…”
“Well my day went a-mazing,” beamed Whitney as she took off her shoes and socks. “I managed to pass Mrs. Armstrong’s math test; it’s usually the hardest test around this time of the year and I made it through while barely studying! Fifth time this school year!”
“I completely bombed Mr. Ortega’s science quiz,” Cody said nonchalantly, pulling his shirt over his head. “But I made the soccer team so it all evened out I guess.”
“Sounds like today was a mixed bag for you all,” Jelly said, setting the dish down on the kitchen table. “How about we finish strong with my special four cheese lasagna?”
This earned a cheer from all three of them and, once fully undressed, the rest of the Weber clan took their seats at the table, taking special care to seat on their chair towels. As the matriarch finished setting the table and started serving dinner, Terry asked his wife, “Actually honey, how was your day? I heard you and your friends spent your day off together?”
“Ter-Bear, you don’t know the half of it. I decided to come completely clean about the nudism thing and thankfully, they took it easy. A little too easy for my taste: Kitty was being Kitty as usual and Brandy got one of her marketing schemes in her head. I love my friends but they can be such a handful sometimes. On that note…how would you feel about something called the Adam and Eve technique?”