N is for Nude Ch. 03

Elaine spoke up. "Sue has been loved by Nick. Alice has been loved by Nick and Holly too. I invited him to spend the night with me and instead he gave me Paul, back in my life as my lover and husband. I feel loved and content." She paused. "And, I would like it very much if Nick would love me, have sex with me."

She looked from me to Paul and back to me, then at Holly.

Paul smiled and said, "Nick, you could have fucked Elaine and ended my marriage. You didn't. I really understand that you love us as much as we love each other. I'm going to be grateful to you for the rest of my life. I think I must be nuts but I want you to make love to my wife and I want to watch. I want you to show me more about how to love her physically. What you taught me, you and Holly, really helped me be a better lover for Elaine. Please show me more."

I stood up and helped Holly to stand. I hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I want you to come with me and help Paul learn by being with you as he watches me with Elaine. Is that something you are willing to do?"

Without breaking our embrace Holly turned her head to Elaine and asked, "Will you be Ok with me participating too? Maybe I can help Paul to be a better lover for you if he can practice on me what Nick shows him with you."

Elaine looked at Paul and saw that he was starting to grow. She reached into his lap and held his cock. Her eyes met Holly's and she said, "Your place or mine?"

"Yours!" Holly looked at the rest of the family and said, "Can we ask that someone clean up dinner for us? It would be appreciated."

Sue and Bert stood and started cleaning up. Alice hesitated and then stood too. Charlie started scraping plates.

We walked to space eighteen. Inside the RV I sat on the couch and invited Elaine into my lap. She sat and I began exploring her body with my hands.

"Does it feel good when I touch your shoulders?"

"Yes, but that feels more like a massage than a caress."

"Tell me about how you want your neck touched?"

"My neck?"

"Yes. It's very sensitive and if I do it correctly it turns you on."

"How do you know?"

"You keep your hair short so it doesn't touch your neck. You tilt your head, an unconscious invitation to kiss you there."

"Please do."

I kissed her just below the ear lobe. A soft nibble. She tilted her head to the side opening her neck to me. Surrender.

Time passed with me slowly making my way down her neck to her collarbone, across the collarbone and up to her ear on the other side. I asked how different kisses felt and she volunteered her feelings as well. I noticed Holly on Paul's lap, his face against her neck. Her eyes were closed.

"Are you wet, Elaine?" She nodded.

She hesitated before answering. "I think so."

"Reach in and give me a taste."

Her head stayed against my neck. Her right hand smoothly went between her thighs and into her honey, bringing me a wet finger to taste. I opened my mouth and she watched as she guided her finger into my mouth.

"Hmmm that's so good. Again, please."

She smiled and blushed a little. Her hand slid down between her thighs again and I noticed she spread her legs just a little. When her fingers came up two were wet.

"Taste yourself, please."

She did as I asked. When her fingers came out of her mouth she stopped. I didn't move. Elaine sat still for a while, deep in thought. Since she sat with me she had not looked at Paul once.

"I can't." The words came out softly. Elaine's head was resting on my shoulder. Her hands were in her lap. My right arm was around her back and my left hand held her knee.

"Ok." We didn't move. I saw Paul and Holly in my peripheral vision. Holly was sitting exactly like Elaine and Paul exactly like me. Elaine still didn't look.

"Is Paul loving Holly?"

"If you are asking if they are petting and kissing, no. They are sitting just as we are."

"I want to be loved by you, but not by you!" Her voice was still very soft. "I want the experience of being loved by the love you give, and I want it to be Paul."

I lifted my left hand from her knee and put it on her cheek, holding her from looking at Paul and Holly. Holly got off Paul's lap and sat in the other chair. I released Elaine's face and said, "I'll bet Paul would be happy to love you with my love and his love and his body. Ask him if he would."

She turned and faced Paul. "Paul, I don't want Nick to love my body, I want you. Can he coach us, teach us, and it be us that does this with each other?"

Paul's smile was a mile wide and he jumped up out of the chair. The exclamation point to what he said was supplied by his penis. It barely missed poking Elaine in the eye. Motor homes are small.

Elaine got up, pushed Paul back into his seat and sat in his lap. She grasped his cock and said, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have Holly?"

"I'd rather have you. I would like the coaching, too." They both looked at me. Holly had taken the spot Elaine had vacated.

"Elaine, give Paul a taste." He watched as she dipped two fingers in her pussy and then lifted them, covered in her nectar, to his waiting mouth.

"Paul, there's more. Be gentle, no hurry. Suck it off and savor the feel of it, the taste of the woman you love. She's giving you a gift of such physical intimacy, such love that it is sacred. I stopped talking because Holly put two wet fingers in my mouth. I tasted her, savoring the taste, noting the difference between Holly and Elaine but not having either be better. Just different.

I saw Elaine dip another gift for Paul and saw him take it from her fingers.

"Paul, there is a spot on her neck that if you kiss it gently, slowly, will drive her crazy. I think if you spent a careful half an hour there she would cum. Kiss that spot."

He bent to her neck and she leaned to give him access. He kissed down near her collarbone. She made no sound, no movement. He moved to the center front of her neck and kissed. No sound, no movement. He kissed again, a little higher and she said, "60 degrees."

Paul sat up and looked at her face. She didn't say anything. He leaned in and kissed her again, more to the side of her neck. "75 degrees." He smiled and moved again. She got hotter and hotter as he approached the spot. He knew where it was and had decided to tease her. Finally, Paul kissed her an inch under her ear. "Boiling!"

I knew that on Holly the spot was a little forward of Elaine's spot. I kissed Holly just in front of her ear, under her jaw. She whispered, "Boiling! Oh God!"

Later, a lot later, I said, "Paul, what is her body telling you?"

He hesitated and stopped moving. "She likes what I'm doing?"

"Does she want more or does she want you to do something else?"

"Something else."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. She touched my hand, twice."

"She wants you to do something with that hand. What does she want? What does she like for that hand to do?"

Elaine picked up his hand and brought it to her breast. To the side of her breast. He caressed her breast. Not like kneading dough but with tenderness and feeling the entire breast. A few minutes later he touched her nipple and she arched, just a little. She kissed him and tightened her arm around his neck.

I coached a while later and he took her to bed. She lay on the bed face down and he began massaging her feet. He talked to her about her feet. About how hard they work to make their lives better. About how he is honored to be the one who will be caring for them more often.

He moved his hands and lotion up her legs towards the knees and he talked more about how he was proud of the care she had always taken of her legs and of him and their kids. As he worked farther up on her legs he kissed the skin at the back of her knees and the insides of her thighs.

Paul climbed onto the bed and straddled Elaine's thighs. His slippery hands kneaded lotion into the skin of her butt. Only once did he touch her pucker with his finger. She jumped a little and he apologized, not for touching her but for surprising her.

It took him a while but her worked all the way to her shoulders and neck. He talked softly to her for the entire trip. Acknowledging her, honoring her contribution to his life, their life and the lives of their children. She moaned, and melted as he worked. I found a piece of paper and wrote him a note, showed it to him and Holly and I quietly exited their motorhome. The note said, "That was foreplay... That was loving. Lay beside her, hold her, listen for her cues, watch for her cues... then do whatever she wants. This could last days."

As Holly and I walked away she held my hand. Gently she guided us onto the sand and away from people.

She stopped and faced me. "I watched in there and Paul is loving her just like you would." We kissed.

"Isn't that what she wanted?"

"But before Paul took your phone call he never was like that with her. I'm sure."

"He changed his view."

"What?"

"Paul has believed that men are a certain way, and that's just how it is."

"Men are? All men aren't one way."

"Paul didn't know that. Men generally don't talk about relationships. We talk easily about lists. Men, generally don't talk about their feelings. That said we aren't as sure about how to be in relationship with women because we know you are different."

"Paul knew Elaine was different."

"Yes, and he had a belief that the way men are he can't be tender, loving, acknowledging because John Wayne or some hero wasn't. Our role models were the strong silent types. Sly Stallone made a series of movies about Rocky Balboa. His role was full of action and just a few words. Men paid lots of money to see Rocky because he fit the internal stereotype we were raised to be like."

"So, why is Paul now snuggled with his wife who is a content woman, if my assessment is correct? I would have expected him to roll her over and stick his prick in her."

"He has figured out that the way it has been in his head, is not how it is, it is how the two of them create it. They will be married a long time, so there is no hurry to get inside her."

"He can be tender and caring because he gives himself permission?"

"I think so. You can ask him in the morning, if you want."

"And all that is why you are tender with all of us?"

"Partly. I make a choice. A well thought out choice, I think. I can believe all the stories about why life is the way it is or I can create life as how I want life to be. Life, the way I see it around me, occurs as cold, distant and not much fun for most people. The way I create it, it is warm, affectionate, caring, fun, and right here snuggled next to me."

"Anyone who looks at life that way would pick your way."

"No. Fear gets in their way. Fear that if I decide to love you, you won't love me back, or the way I want to be loved, or you'll break my heart. So, I don't take the risk. There is an old saying, "Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all." People say it, but damn few live like they believe it."

"I believe it!"

"I know you do. You are in action about living in the world you created for us to live in, not the world you woke up into a month ago."

"I'm scared."

"I understand. Living in a world of creation is uncomfortable. It is meant to be that why, I think. Did you ever see that movie called "A League of Their Own"?"

She nodded.

Tom Hanks says a great line in there. One of his players comes off the field and he yells at her. She starts crying. "You're crying? There's no crying in baseball. Why are you crying?" She says "It's hard." "It's supposed to be hard. If it was easy everyone would do it."

"We are living differently. Everyone we know believes relationships are hard. They are hard because we make them hard. We say they are hard. Loving you is easy. Loving Sue is easy. When we say relationships are hard, we made that up!"

"What?"

"OK. Show me the hard part."

"I can't show it to you. You know that."

"Why is it hard?"

"Because of the risk?"

"What risk?"

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"So I should be afraid of what might happen in 2009, tonight?"

"And all the other possible ways things can go south on us."

"If you decide to give the money back and go your own way tomorrow, were the last few days something you will regret or cherish?"

"Cherish!"

"Do you love me?"

"Yes!"

"Then what we created served us both, no matter how long it lasts. In my world that makes the entire risk a moot point. I really had nothing to lose by deciding to love you. I have everything to gain by loving you. I will always do whatever I can to have you feel that way as well."

"Loving me is a part of the world you are creating?"

"Yes. I create how to love you, how to challenge you, how to nurture you and I'm thinking about it almost all the time."

"I know that's true. Sometimes I think I can hear the gears turning up in your head."

"What I'm thinking right now has to do with the sheets on our bed being lonely. Can we go and be with them?"

"I'd like that. Got any lotion?"

"As a matter of fact my new wife brought some with her when she moved in."

She molded herself to my body and the kiss was insistent and punctuated by her tongue. When it ended she said, "You called me your wife."

"Of all the words in our language I cannot think of any word that applies better. I may not have a piece of paper from the government that says we are married but I don't have a piece of paper saying I'm smart either. The paper doesn't make it so."

"Take me to bed please, husband."

We stopped to kiss a few times on the way. When we got to the door we both noticed the schedule was down and a note was in its place. I took it with us inside. It was from Jan, Carole and Donna, the three women from the shower room.. "Thank you for what you did for us. Here are our addresses and email addresses. If you are ever near us we are sure we will need a shave again by then. Call, write or mail... we'll come to you."

"I think we need to buy an address book," I said as I shared the note with Holly.

"I think I'm supposed to be jealous."

"In the old world, yes. In the world where love is the way it is, you have nothing to fear. Where do you want to live?"

"Here."

"Shall we go rinse off in the shower room or right here?"

"Here. We'll be in bed sooner."

She was right. We slept until a little after seven and got up. We packed the rest of Holly's things in our home and she took some snacks, a small ice chest to sit beside her and our portable two-way radios. Holly wanted to walk down and say good-bye to Sue and Charlie and Paul and Elaine. It was a little tearful but we all promised that it would be no longer than October before we saw each other again. We followed the Fleetwood and toad out and did radio checks on the way to the highway. I got tail-end-Charlie duty.

When we were an hour from Alice's brother's home we stopped at a truck stop. Bert called him and he said he would be home for at least two hours. He wanted to know why. Bert said, "Just be there."

As we got closer he told Holly he would park in front of Jack's house. She was to pull into the driveway. I would park next door. It worked perfectly. By the time we were out of our rigs Jack was standing on the front porch. By what he said I knew he had no clue about why we were there. Holly and I stayed quiet. He said, "Are you guys thirsty? I can make some iced tea."

Bert and Alice stood in his yard and Bert said, "We came to find out if you would like to go camping?"

"Of course, but I'll need to pack some stuff. Where are we going."

"Anywhere you want," Alice said, beaming. Holly handed him the keys.

"What's this?"

"Alice said, "That motorhome right there is registered here at this address and has your name on the title."

"No!" He looked at Holly. Holly smiled and said, "Never play poker with Bert."

She looked at Bert and said, "If we left anything important in it. Bring it to us in October."

We hugged and Jack started to look through the windows of his rig. We got in our home and drove off, honking. I looked over and Holly's eyes were full.

"Well wife, where shall we go?"

"We agreed to go to Elaine and Paul's while we answer that question." She smiled a devilish smile and asked, "Wanna know how to get there?"

"That would help."

She went to the bedroom and came back with a box. She opened it and took out a GPS system. The instructions were easy. Plug it into the cigarette lighter socket and when it started up she put in Paul and Elaine's address. A few seconds later a map came on the screen and a voice said, "Proceed 1.6 miles to highway 126. Go east 18.3 miles to I-5 north."

We laughed and kissed. I put the rig in Drive and we were on our way. The GPS directed us right to Paul and Elaine's front yard. We stopped for the night at a Wal-Mart parking lot we saw from I-5. When we arrived at their home I could see the roof of their RV parked behind a gate to their back yard. A teenaged boy and girl were shooting hoops in the driveway. I parked us at the curb.

Before we could even get out Paul was out of the house to greet us. He motioned to the kids to come meet us.

"Holly and Nick these are our kids, Beth and Sam."

I stuck out my hand to Sam and he looked at me as if I had insulted him. I pulled it back and opened my arms. He stepped up and we hugged. Beth hugged Holly and we switched. It was a full contact hug from both kids. We put our arms around Paul and went inside. The tour didn't happen. He walked us through the house onto the patio behind the house. Snacks and iced tea were already on the table. Elaine walked out of the kitchen wearing a sarong wrapped around her waist. Her wonderful breasts were bare.

"We don't have any neighbors that can see into our yard so, why not be comfortable?" She said.

Paul pulled off his shorts and we all sat down. Holly and I stripped down too. The chairs had towels folded on them. I asked, "How about the kids?"

Elaine answered, "We have been house nudists all their lives. They know you are likely to be nude while you're here. If they join us they know they can be in the buff or not."

"OK. Well, where do you recommend we go next?"

"How familiar are you with the Pacific Northwest?"

I was surprised. Neither Holly or I had much history in the Pacific Northwest. Holly had been living in Denver when she bought her RV and started traveling. She went to the Pacific Northwest because she had never been there. I had been living in Casper Wyoming. I had no plan, just ended up at Sandy Shores because a guy in a gas station pointed me there.

"Do you just want to go to nudist places or do you want to see some beautiful scenery as well?" Paul asked. He was opening some maps.

"What do you recommend?"

A voice was heard from inside the house, "Jasper!" It was Beth's voice. She came out and joined us, dressed.

Paul flipped the map and pointed to Jasper, Alberta, Canada. Beth took over the narrative.

"The drive from here to Jasper is some of the most beautiful scenery ever! Mountains, plains, snow, rivers, glaciers, and the rivers are a different color!" She should be getting paid by the Canadian tourist board. Her enthusiasm sold me within a minute. She went on for at least ten.

When Beth finally took a breath Elaine said, "We have some friends who live in Banff. You could stop there and they would love to meet you both."

"Are there places for us to camp?"

"Yes! The first time we went to Jasper was in September, remember Mom? The elk were all over the campground and town honking at each other, fighting and mating. We also saw big horn sheep, a bear, and Lake Louise! We camped near Lake Louise, and in Jasper."

"Elaine held up her hand and Beth smiled as she put a hand over her mouth.

"We also camped near Calgary and Edmonton. Remember, Beth? That's where we met those people living in a converted Trailways bus."