Nudist Queen

I was born and raised in a smallish town. It was an OK place to grow up and things went reasonably well for some years. However, like most kids I was a bit confused as to exactly what I was expected to do. Things began to clear up and then I got to high school.

By the time I got to high school, I had already learned that I was expected to finish high school and then get a job to support myself and, probably, a wife.

I tried and failed to visualize how reading the crap they wanted me to read in English class was ever going to get me a job. I knew that memorizing dates in history class was never gonna' get me a job. All in all, I found only two classes that I thought might be of some use in my future. The two classes were math and auto shop.

I became steadily more rebellious in school and things came to a head just after I turned 16-years-old. I was in English class and I asked a question about this book we had been assigned to read. The teacher wouldn't answer my question and I politely told her, "Look, you fat, stupid, ugly bitch, I am in this class to learn something useful. If you won't answer my questions, I am not gonna' learn."

The class kiss-ass got up and told me, "You don't talk to a teacher thataway. I'm gonna' kick your ass." He then came for me. He was bigger than I was.

I put my hand up to fend him off and I completely forgot that I still had a large wrench in that hand. In fact, I forgot several times.

Kiss-ass went down hard and I got expelled from school.

If you think the school people were mad, you should have talked to my mom. I hadda' listen while she chewed on me for a while. She finally asked me, "Now that you have blown off any chance at an education, exactly what do you intend to do now?"

I said, "Well, I talked with Arky down at the transmission place. I start tomorrow morning. Right now, I am gonna' go down to the police station and have the boy who attacked me arrested."

My mom screams, "What do you mean have the kid arrested? You almost killed him."

I say, "He threatened me physically, in front of the whole class. A guy like that, who threatens a minor child, needs to be put in jail."

My mother starts screaming at me again. This time it makes no sense. She is not screaming sentences, just disconnected words. OK, I go down and talk the police. They tell me, "We aren't gonna' arrest the guy who attacked you. It is a matter of he is beat up too bad. In fact, you are damn lucky we don't arrest you."

I ask, "If a guy robs a bank and then gets badly beat up, you don't arrest him, right?"

The police make even less sense than my mom.

OK, the next day I go to work down at the transmission place. I do damn good work and ol' Arky pays me the same as the rest of the guys. I figure that it's fair, I do the same work for the same money.

Then, the trouble starts. My mom tells me, "You gotta' go to school and learn things."

I tell my mom, "I can't go to school, they won't let me go to school, in fact they expelled me. I am studying for the GED, on my own at night."

OK, mom gets really hyper and throws me out of the house. She tells me, "If you want to live in a dream world, then you can go off somewhere and live out your nightmare by yourself."

With no choice in the matter, I get my own place. It works out OK, except that the place gets really messy. When I was living at home I never understood how much work my mom did to keep things in order. So, I hire a maid; a Mexican girl who comes in twice a week.

OK, I work all day at the transmission place. I come home, fix supper and then study for the GED. That is weekdays. Then come the weekends.

Weekends, I mostly go over to the community college and take classes. [No, working on modern automobiles is not for the dumb. We use diagnostic machines and they are complicated. I also do some custom mechanical, electrical and computer work on hot rods and I have to use diagnostic machines and quite a bit of math.]

As if I don't already have enough to do, I buy a hot rod from some idiot who blew the engine and transmission and has no money to fix things. I then buy an engine and transmission, install them, shine the hot rod up a bit and sell it for several thousand dollars in profit. Working at the transmission place I am in the mainstream of damaged cars and able to do the same thing several times. Using the profits from my hot rod buying and selling, I finally wind up with my own hot rod.

Over the course of the next couple of years, I have earned my GED, plus I have passed a dozen classes at the local community college.

I have started dating a girl named Paula from my former high school class. Paula is a nice girl, sharp looking and smart. However, I get told by her parents that I can't date her anymore, because I am a high school dropout. I tell them that I have my GED and I have a dozen classes at the local community college. I am unable to convince them that I have a future and I can no longer date Paula. The last words I hear are, "No high school dropout is going to date my daughter!"

Despite the fact that I am a despised high school dropout, I then start to date Nanci. Nanci is the best looking girl at the local high school and damn well aware of it.

Neither Paula nor Nanci like my hot rod. The most common term they use is, "that piece of junk."

OK, the thing looks a little rough at first. I then spend some time getting the mechanical, electrical and computer stuff just right. After I get everything just so, I hire a couple of Mexican guys to sand the finish. [I think they were legal in this country, but I kept forgetting to ask them for ID. Trust me here.]

The Mexican guys do a good job and by the time the local paint place sprays my hot rod, the finish looks like glass. The outside of the car is gold, not damn yellow, gold! I sneak the wheels into a local plant and bribe the night shift to anodize the wheels and some of the engine trim in a gold color. The tires on my hot rod are black walls and the engine compartment is also black, flat black. The interior is in top grade white vinyl with gold accents.

I know I have nailed it when I cruise the local burger place and some guy tells his little brother, "That's what a hot rod is supposed to look like!" The kid says, "I'm gonna' have me one like that when I grow up."

All of a sudden, Nanci doesn't mind my car at all. In fact, she likes to ride with me, because she can look at the girls we pass and sort of project the idea, "If you had what I have, bitch, you could be riding in a fancy car like this." Nanci likes to be seen and admired.

OK, my former high school classmates all turn 18-years-old and most of the other kids finally graduate from high school. Some of the punks try to give me crap about my not graduating and I tell them, "I got my GED a year and a half ago. What the hell took you so long to graduate? By the way, I am already attending college."

Well now, some of the little girls are gonna' get the college edge. Also, some of the little girly boys are gonna' get the college edge.

I tell the little scholars, "I have passed 15 semester classes down at the community college. If you spend the next four years studying really hard, you can get the college edge and, if you're lucky, make half of what I make and will have been making for six years." What I have to say does not go down too well, but I am not afraid of girls or girly boys, so who cares?

Nanci is not one of those who is going to get the college edge. Nanci is going to be a movie star. Nanci starred in the high school production of Romeo and Juliet, but none of the big movie studios jumped at the chance to sign her up. Thus, Nanci needs to win some beauty contests to show the Hollywood studios what she has.

The first local beauty contest is over at Sunny Meadow. There are some disadvantages to the contest at Sunny Meadow, but having to go out and buy costumes is not one of the disadvantages. Sunny Meadow is a nudist colony.

If Nanci is gonna' wow 'em at the Sunny Meadow Nudist Beauty Contest, she has to get used to strutting around in the nude in front of people. Now, presumably, Nanci strutted around in the nude back in high school gym class in the girls dressing room. However, there will also be men at the nudist colony. Thus Nanci needs to try herself out on me before she enters the Sunny Meadow Nudist Beauty Contest.

It turns out that Nanci doesn't mind at all if I see her pussy. However, Nanci says, "Yes, I am shaved down there, but it is not polite to stare. However, if you have to stare, you might just notice that I have a rather nice pair of breasts."

I tell Nanci, "Damn, I can't believe that your tits are so perfectly shaped and so big!"

Nanci tells me, "Well, they are big and they are natural. Hell, you can feel 'em if you like!"

I do feel Nanci's tits. I then also feel her hot, wet pussy. I then lay Nanci down on a mat I sometimes use for exercise and I screw. I say, I screw not we screw. I am hard as hell but I don't force things. I do get deep into Nanci's wet pussy and I use all parts of her pussy. I stroke hard, deep and slow. I use my dick, I use my hips, hell, I even use my back. I finally get my rocks off, then I roll off Nanci.

OK, I felt Nanci under me while I screwed her. I could feel her pussy around my driving dick. I can now feel her along side me as we lie there. Other than that, Nanci could have been in another room. I mean, Nanci is a lame lay. [OK, it was still all right, but I would have appreciated a bit more if Nanci had really joined in. I mean the phrase 'dead meat' kept running through my mind as I screwed.]

OK, we get cleaned up. Nanci stays nude and acts like she just did me a big favor. She tells me, "Well, I will probably have to screw a judge or two over at the beauty contest in order to win, but you will just have to accept that when you date a movie star."

I manage to just nod. I was thinking about telling her that she should join in a screw instead of lying there like dead meat. However, telling girls the truth is a damn good way to wind up without any pussy. [This last is something they skipped over in high school. No, I don't know why.]

Nanci then runs on about 'feeling comfortable in the nude.' She tells me some nonsense about, "A girl has to be a little adaptable if a girl wants to be a movie star. What works in this dinky little town aint gonna' get me to Hollywood!"

I listen for a while, without falling asleep, and then I manage to take Nanci home.

I don't discuss my screw of Nanci with anyone. However, Nanci apparently tells at least one of her girl friends about the matter. The difference between Nanci telling one of her girlfriends about something juicy and printing a complete description in the local newspaper is that the newspaper depends for delivery upon the legs and arms of several local teenage boys on bicycles. The girls use cell phones.

I am hopeful that the rumors of my screwing Nanci will attract a girl who is a bit more involved in the action of screwing.

OK, I am ready to go over and watch Nanci show it all at the nudist colony when the local police manage to destroy the transmission in two of their black and whites. Naturally, the destruction happens on the Friday just before the nudist beauty contest on Saturday. While the rest of the guys get to go and stare at tits and pussy, I am staring at the abused guts of a police car transmission. I manage to convince El Cheapo, who is responsible for the maintenance of the police cars that the transmission oil coolers that the manufacturer tried to sell him are actually a good idea. The stupid son-of-a-bitch finally buys off on the idea of cooling the police car transmissions, instead of letting them commit thermal suicide.

Even though I miss seeing Nanci in person, the guys in the shop bring photos in Monday! The camera catches all of the glory of Nanci's tits. The camera also catches all of the glory of Nanci's pussy, especially in one shot where she lies on her back and pulls her ankles up around her ears. The photo is rather revealing and Nanci's gynecologist is now not the only one who knows for sure.

I make a couple of stops on the way home from work that evening [Yes, we do get some work done, although it requires direct threats of firing from the boss.] I have found out that Nanci has won the Sunny Meadow Nudist Beauty Contest. Everybody in town knows. Every guy in town has seen the photos. The horny big boys are lined up outside Nanci's parent's house. [There would have been horny underage boys there too, but the big boys ran them off.] The boys want to find out if they can look at, touch and then screw the pussy they saw in the photo. I might have been among the horny lineup, but I have already had that stuff and I am afraid of frostbite.

I get home and Paula visits me.

Paula is mad as hell. She lectures me, "That Nanci is nothing but a slut. Any girl who would display herself like that and allow pictures to be taken is no better than a whore. You did see the pictures didn't you?"

I say, "Actually, yes. Some of the guys at the transmission place brought photos in and etiquette demanded that I at least look at the photos of the local nudist queen."

Paula says, "You had to force yourself did you?"

I say, "Actually no, guys like to see nude girls."

Paula says, "How do you like everybody else seeing your nude girl?"

I say, "She is not my girl. She made it very clear that she is going to be a Hollywood movie star and I am just her hometown boy, well one of her hometown boys anyhow. She might just let me know when she gets back in town, maybe if she has the time to waste on a local guy."

Paula says, "Do I detect a bit of disappointment?"

I say, "Disappointment at losing a girl who thinks that I am a fashion accessory and who belongs to anyone with the price of a few eight by ten photos?"

Paula says, "Well, maybe there is hope for you after all. Now, I am only doing this for your own good." With that, Paula begins to sort of slink around my living room, pausing now and again to shed some item of clothing.

I realize that Paula has heard that I screwed Nanci. I also realize that Paula wants me. Since I have seen Nanci nude and screwed Nanci, there is only one way that Paula thinks she can get back in the game. I wait for Paula to get nude. Then I strip off my clothes, grab Paula and lay her on the mat I used with Nanci.

I take time to feel Paula's tits. [OK, they aren't as big as Nanci's tits but they are a nice handful.] I then feel Paula's pussy and determine that the little strip she did has warmed her up for what I hope is a good, hot screw.

I mount Paula and, to my delight, find out what it is like to screw a girl who not only lets me screw her, but also screws back! I can feel Paula move under me as I thrust my dick deep into her hard working pussy. I can feel her internal muscles grip my driving rod and provide just the right level of friction to make what we are doing an experience to be remembered, instead of a quick release of biological pressure. I continue to stroke hard and deep into Paula, moving slow and trying to make it last.

OK, now Paula has been helping me screw her. However, Paula gets very excited and she is no longer just helping me, she is demanding that I dominate her and that I push her off a cliff! Paula reaches the edge of her imaginary cliff and floats off with a scream of pure enjoyment.

I am not ready when Paula climaxes and I continue to drive my dick into her. I can feel that she is not physically responding as she did before, but her sighing and moaning tell me that she is surrendering herself to me completely. I continue to drive my dick into her and I can feel her become active again. She does not have the physical response she had at the beginning of the screw, but now she is somehow giving more of herself. I feel Paula run up to another climax and I am drawn along with her. I shoot my cum inside her, over several strokes, and I can feel her pussy milk my dick with each finishing stroke. I then dismount and lie beside Paula.

Paula tries to form words, but they just come out as moans and sighs. However, if she can't say it with words, Paula says it instead with her body that cuddles warmly to me.

We lie there resting for a bit. I can hear Paula's breathing slowly return to normal.

Paula says, "I totally lost control."

I say, "That's the way it's supposed to be. It is not a time for control. You were fantastic!"

A suddenly shy Paula says, "I only did it to save you from that Nanci."

I say, "You should do it for you and for me and not for anyone else. As to the little girl you just mentioned, I prefer a woman instead."

Paula thinks things over and then says, "You know that my parents made me stop dating you."

I say, "Yes, I seem to remember something like that."

Paula says, "Well, now that I have a job and pay rent, I run my own life."

I say, "Fun isn't it? I have been running my own life for some time now."

Paula says, "Mmm, about what just happened?"

I ask, "Do you mean 'just' as in right now?"

Paula says, "Omigod, you are getting hard again!"

OK, I first pay little attention to Paula's tits. When I hear Paula moan, I mount Paula for the second time. I can again feel Paula move under me as I thrust my dick deep into her pussy. I can feel her internal muscles grip my dick and provide just the right level of friction to make maximum pleasure. I stroke hard and deep into Paula, taking my time trying to make it last.

OK, Paula is not a victim, she is a participant. She wants to be screwed, but she also wants to get the most out of it. She works hard, learning as she goes as to how to maximize the pleasure by moving to create just the right angles. She also thrusts back a little against my thrusts and we begin to move to the finish line.

Suddenly, Paula gets to the finish line first. She climaxes, but I continue to drive my dick into her. Paula can't continue top physically respond as she was doing before her climax, but she does what she can.

This time I feel Paula run up to another climax very quickly and I am not ready to respond. I continue and Paula gets into a climax per stroke! I can feel Paula tire and I let myself be drawn along with one of her climaxes. I shoot my cum inside her, stoke by stroke and I can feel her pussy try to milk my dick with each finishing stroke.

Paula continues to climax with each finishing stroke.

I then dismount and lie beside Paula.

Paula does not try to say anything, instead her body cuddles close to me.

We lie there for a bit. I can hear Paula's breathing slowly return to normal.

Paula says, "I never thought it would be like this."

I say, "That's how it is when a man is with a woman."

We don't really talk anymore, just cuddle for a while.

Paula says, "Well, I have to get cleaned up and go home while I can still catch the bus."

I tell her to use the bathroom and then I will drive her home.

We both get cleaned up and then we walk out to my car. I hold the door open for her.

Paula gestures and says, "What about your car?"

I say, "Let me guess, your parents saw me as an illiterate grease monkey, not worthy of you. My car was just one clue."

Paula says, "Something like that. However, you don't talk like an illiterate grease monkey."

I say, "I talk like the guy you want to leave your $50 thousand dollar car with. I try to project the image of an adult with skills. I don't talk like a typical high school boy."

Paula says, "Well you do date Nanci, the high school boy's dream."

I say, "I used to date Nanci. You see, guys have to go through a learning process. First, they get attracted by a pretty face and a curvy body. Then they find out that the pretty face and a curvy body are attached to a person. The person is what a guy has to deal with for the rest of his life."