An Unexpected Attraction Pt. 02

She proceeded to tell me. Again, this little bit of a girl turned my whole world upside down! Her mood lifted as she unburdened her soul, and when she was finished with what she had to say, she turned over, snuggled against me, and went right to sleep.

Leaving me to stare at the ceiling, wide awake, sleep impossible!

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The next morning, we were on the road for Houston, getting an early start for the five hundred miles that lay ahead of us. I was driving. I was tired, because after our conversation, I hadn't got much sleep last night. We were on the road somewhere between Lubbock and the rest of the world. If you've ever been on the highways out there, you'll understand exactly what I mean. Heading South for Houston, and we were the only car on the road. It's often like that, in Texas, off the main highways.

I looked over at Raeanne and said, "Ok. That was ... a lot ... to tell me. Can we go over it again?"

Raeanne looked at me, and said, "Yes." She already felt better, having finally unburdened herself of what had been troubling her the last few weeks. She was wearing the same sundress she had on when we had first met. It had rapidly become one of my favorite dresses for her.

"Ok," I said. "So: you're Mom and Dad know all about us, right?"

"Yes."

"And they're ok with you being a lesbian?"

"Yes."

"And they're ok with us coming to stay at their house, together, in your room, as a couple?"

"Yes. And they're not just ok with it, Katy. They're happy for me, for us! They really, truly, are. They can't wait to meet you."

"Ok. All good so far," I said. "Now for the parts that are, I admit, even for me, somewhat ... surprising. I'm not judging, ok? I just need to get this all straight in my head."

"I understand," she said, reaching over and holding my right hand.

"See, there's ..." I counted in my head, "There's three things I just want to be certain I am perfectly clear on, OK?"

Raeanne smiled that dazzling smile of hers, and said, "That's perfectly ok. Just take your time, get it all organized in your engineer's linear mind, and let's go down the list." Despite my current misgivings, I was glad to see her feeling much more like her usual, care-free self.

"Ok. Item Number One: You say that your parents are nudists."

"Yes."

"And have been, your entire life."

"Yes."

"When you guys went on vacation, when you were growing up, it was almost always to nudist resorts."

"Yes, both here in the US and abroad."

"And they practice nudity in your home, and your back yard, with or without guests?"

"That is correct," Raeanne said.

"And while they don't require their guests to be nude, they, themselves, and you, will be?"

"Correct again," Raeanne said. "They do encourage their guests to be nude, they hope their guests will feel comfortable enough, relaxed enough, to go nude. Nothing would make them happier. But it is not required.

"But they will be nude? Mom and Dad, both? And you, too? I know I'm repeating myself, but it seems important to get this nailed down one hundred percent."

"That's right," Raeanne said. "It's really not all that big a deal, honestly! It's actually very nice and comfortable. It's how I grew up. It takes a bit of getting used to, I certainly understand that, if you're not used to it like I am. And Mom and Dad won't think any less of you if you don't want to go in the nude. They're super understanding about it all, I promise. If you don't want to be nude, you can wear anything you like, from a swimsuit, or your underwear, or a formal Tuxedo. Oh my God, now that I just said that? Baby, I'd love, love, love to see you in a classic, formal, men's style coat-and-tails Tuxedo, oh my God!"

"Really?" I couldn't help but smile, at the idea, and her enthusiasm for it. "Ok. Back to our subject, though: I have no qualms about nudity," I said. "I think the human body is beautiful, male and female, you know that. Mom and Dad never taught me to be ashamed of myself or the human body, in general. And I'm certainly not ashamed about how either one of us looks nude. You being nude, all the time, that strikes me as a distinctly good thing, the more I think about it. But ... I dunno if I'll go in the nude. I've just never done it, before. Except for around those I have a romantic interest in. I'll have to see how I feel. If I feel ok, I'll at least try it, ok?"

Again Raeanne made the day brighter with her smile. "That will be perfectly fine!" she said. "I was only worried about it because, in the past, growing up in Houston, Texas, where nudity is not a normally socially accepted state, it caused some problems. I lost some friends over it, when their parents found out about it; their kids weren't allowed to associate with me, anymore. Not allowed to come over to the house."

"I can only imagine," I said.

Raeanne went on, "Add in the normal teen body angst for both boys and girls in this country, sometimes their parents were ok with it, but the kids weren't. Still, more than you would probably think were accepting enough, and their parents cool enough about it, that I did have friends over, from time to time."

I was quiet for a few miles, digesting this, as we made our way through what passed for a late-December day in Texas: 65 degrees, full sun, not a cloud in the sky. Getting warmer with every mile further South.

"So ... you're ok with being nude all the time?" I asked.

"What?" She asked. "You haven't noticed that at the apartment I'm almost always naked?"

"Well, of course, I noticed that. But I thought it was because we were home. And we can't keep our hands off each other, and just staying naked saves time. And I certainly wasn't about to complain about it!"

"I would hope not!" she said, playfully.

"So you would be ok with being naked, right now? In public?"

Raeanne didn't even hesitate. She instantly pulled her dress over her head, and removed her bra, leaving her only in her panties. "I need to keep my panties on, at the moment," she said. "That time of month, you know? Keep your eyes on the road, dear." And there she sat, almost entirely nude, perfectly at ease.

I fought to keep the car steady, and keep my eyes mostly on the road. "So would you be willing to do that even if we weren't the only car on the road, in the middle of nowhere, Texas, at the moment?"

"No. But only because I would be afraid of causing a wreck by diverting someone's attention from their driving. Like I did to you, just now. Otherwise? I don't mind if anyone else sees me naked. Or if I see anyone else in the nude."

"Ok," I said. "I hate to say this, but you should put your dress back on, because I am finding your naked breasts to be a terrible distraction to my attention to driving. They are lovely in the sunlight, though, I must say."

"Pull over for a bit, will you?" she asked. I did, and she slid over to me, and put my hands on her breasts. "This way I won't get us in a wreck," she said. "I'm at the end of my period, my nipples are super sensitive, right now, and I don't want to waste the opportunity for a little fun in the sun." she looked me in the eye, and said, breathlessly, "You don't mind, do you?"

"You are the most fun girlfriend, ever!" I said, and pushed her away from me, undid my seatbelt, pushed the seat back as far as it would go. She climbed into my lap, facing me, straddling my legs, and I went to town on her nipples with my hands and mouth for several minutes. Lucky thing for us both she was so tiny, nimble, and flexible!

In her state of heightened sensitivity, courtesy of the monthly cycle of female hormones, it didn't take long to bring her to a nice little climax. Finished, she pulled her dress back on, but not, I noted happily, her bra. Still, I should be able to concentrate on driving a little better, now. In the whole ten-minute interlude, not one other car had come along. That, or we just hadn't noticed.

We resumed driving. Raeanne said, "Maybe I'll get to see your breasts, or that whole beautiful body of yours, naked in the sunlight, this weekend?"

"Maybe," I said. "We'll see."

A few more miles went by in silence, then I said, "Ok, so that's item 1. Now on to item number two."

"There's something else about Item One we should discuss, before we go on to Item 2," Raeanne said.

"There's more?" I asked.

"It's just a little something additional," Raeanne said. "Call it Item Number One-A. It's not a big deal, it's just a part of the whole nudity thing, all right?"

"What could that possibly be?" I asked.

"Ok. From time to time, you will see Mom and Dad start making love to each other. If they're getting totally crazy, they'll go to their room. Usually. But not always. But when I turned 18, they just went ahead and make out wherever they are. They have no taboo about being seen while having sex, and they have no problem seeing anyone else having sex, either."

Now I really was just knocked out. "You ... you have seen your parents have sex?"

"Yes. Many times. And they've seen me. After I turned 18, the few times I had a boy over, who was cool with the nudity, and his mom and dad were cool with it, and we wanted to start making out ... we'd just start making out. To repeat: Mom and Dad don't mind seeing anyone else having sex, just like they don't mind being seen having sex, themselves. Obviously, I'm used to it. But I like to warn my new friends about it, because not everyone is used to that."

"They ... your parents ... saw you have sex with boys ... and they were cool with it?"

"Oh, yes. In fact I wasn't allowed to have boys in my room, alone, until I was eighteen. With being nudists, and teen hormones, that was just asking for an unplanned pregnancy. So it was in the living room, or out at the pool, or nothing. And ... I was ok with it, too."

"You were?" I had to admit, I found that surprising!

"Yes! Because I knew I was safe, if the boy got too carried away, or wanted to try and make me do something I didn't want to do. Or just turned out to be an asshole. Mom and Dad were right there. I was in my own home, not the back seat of some car, or back row of a movie theater, or who knows what else. Mom and Dad liked it because they said watching their daughter have sex was beautiful, just like getting to see my whole body change as I grew up, was beautiful."

"I really do not know what to say."

"It's not really a big deal. And we can have privacy, if we want, because now I'm old enough to have lovers in my bedroom, alone. If I want to."

"And that wraps up item one? Or one-A?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"You're sure?"

"Positive," she said, and laughed. On the one hand, this woman I had met only nine months ago was turning my whole world upside down with all these revelations. On the other hand, it was so great to see her feeling relaxed, again.

I didn't know what to think about this. I wondered what I was getting myself into, what I might be setting myself up for? If it weren't for Raeanne, and the fact I had come to know her so well in these last nine months? If I were being invited over by some new girl I didn't really know yet? And she told me all this on the way to her parents' house for the first time? I'd have found an excuse to bow out. I don't judge what other people do in their own homes, as long as no one gets hurt. And I could see how her family's lifestyle had kept Raeanne quite a bit more safe than most girls can expect, and had completely avoided 99% of any chance of unplanned pregnancy, all while still allowing her to develop and mature. And any boy she met, who was ok with all of this, was probably a lot more mature than most other guys his age, so, less likely to be stupid.

But ... wow.

And then there was Raeanne. I knew she would never, under any circumstances, allow someone else to be harmed. If she was as wonderful as she was, then their lifestyle couldn't be all that bad. Unusual, certainly! But not bad.

"All right then: Item Number 2, then, is now on the table for discussion."

Raeanne said, "Ok."

"Item two is that your parent's are swingers. Correct?"

"That is correct," Raeanne said.

"Tell me how that works, again, please?" I asked.

"Mom and Dad are in a monogamous marriage, and have been for almost 30 years. But each of them has full permission, and encouragement from each other, to have sexual relationships, even loving relationships, with other people. Of either sex!"

"Wait, what?"

"Well, Mom has had some female lovers," Raeanne said. "Probably 50/50, now that I think about it, as well as male lovers. I don't recall Dad ever bringing another guy home. I'm pretty sure all his lovers have been women. Though he could have another man, if he ever wanted to. If it met all the rules, though. But yes, this is something which they have done. Which they do, even now. If either feels they aren't getting enough attention from the other, they just say it, and spend more time with each other. But they always can see other people, too."

"And they've practiced this, too, all your life? All their lives, together?"

"Yes," Raeanne said.

"But how does that work?" I asked.

"They have a set of rules they live by. Anyone they want to have a relationship with has to be fully informed that each of them is married, and plans to stay that way. They have to be introduced to the other partner. They don't have to have sex with them if they don't want to, but they all have to meet, first. There's no running around in secret, behind each other's backs. If the other person either of them is interested in is married, they have to all meet, and discuss it, and make sure everyone is ok with it. Or it doesn't happen. It may sound like a license for '60's-era free-love, but there's actually a lot of rules and conditions that have to be met and agreed upon by all parties, before anybody gets in bed with anyone else. Also, they generally try and avoid young, single people, male and female. Because at that age most people are trying to figure out who they're going to marry, etc. But even if they are young and single, as long as they agree to it all, and understand neither Mom nor Dad are ever leaving each other to run off with them, then it's on."

"And they would bring their other sexual partners home?" I asked. "For sex? With you knowing all about it? With the other partner present, but not engaging, not interfering?"

"That's right. Well, they can't interfere. If they've set up a threesome or something, they're welcome to engage. And they have done that, too. Threesomes, foursomes, and on a few occasions, even quite large parties. Orgies, I guess you'd call them."

"And you're ok with that?"

"It's how I was raised. It's what Mom and Dad did. And as long as they were together and happy, and we all remained a family, then yes: I was, I am, completely fine with it. Again, like nudity, it's something you get used to. Especially if you see it makes everyone involved happy. And just like nudists, there's a larger swinging community out there, than most people ever realize."

"And this was restricted to the adults alone? You were never involved, in any inappropriate way?"

"Never!" She was shocked by the very idea. "Like I said, both the swinging community and the nudist community have rules. And right at the top is no inappropriate behavior with a minor. These people are as deeply committed to preventing harm to children as anyone else on Earth. It's one of the reasons all of this was created, to avoid destroying whole families for either partner getting caught in an affair."

"Wow," I said. "The nudity suddenly doesn't seem like such a big deal."

Raeanne laughed with delight and said, "Now you're getting into the spirit!"

I needed fifty miles to mull that one over in my mind. It was a workable way of life. There were precedents all through history of similar social mores, in many different cultures and countries. And at the end of the day, if Raeanne's Mom and Dad loved each other, and were in a stable, mutually beneficial relationship, in which they had produced this wonderful daughter sitting next to me ... who was I to judge?

And that brought us up to Item Number Three; the big one, in my mind: "So, Raeanne, do you want to live a similar type of life?"

"Right now, no," she said. "Right now, I'm so head-over-heels in love with you, my darling, I hardly even notice anyone else. I've stopped looking at boys, as prospective mates. I loved boys! They were all I ever thought about, so one day, I don't know when, those feelings might come back. I never expected to feel an attraction to a girl, before, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, there you were that one amazing day! But I haven't really started looking at girls, either, from this new perspective. So, right now? No. I only have eyes for you, my love."

"Well, ok then," I said.

She continued, "And I promise you that if ever I did find myself drawn to someone else, boy, girl, whatever, I'd tell you all about it, first. And we would work it out, together. And if it was ok with you, all parties involved would have to meet and agree to all the rules, in advance."

"Ok," I said. "So, not to be an asshole about this, I just need to think this all out, but, what if, hypothetically, I took a liking to your Mom? And she was agreeable? And we all met, with your Dad, and talked it all out, and came to an agreement? Would you be ok with that?"

"You're an adult. She's an adult. I'm an adult, for the last few years. Like I said: we would all meet, discuss the rules, how they apply. You'd have to talk to Dad about it, too. If everyone agrees? And I can tell you now, I would agree to it; and they most likely would, too, because you're so freaking amazing! Then, yes: You and Mom can go at it just like we do. And I, and my Dad, would both wish you and Mom all the happiness and satisfaction it could bring you both." She took a breath and said, "Katy, I love you with all my heart. I want whatever makes you happy. It's that simple."

I looked at her, not knowing what to say to that. It was so at odds with anything I'd ever been taught to think with regard to relationships. I had just assumed exclusivity with each other was implied. But really, hadn't given the matter any real thought. What had I been expecting of our relationship, anyway? Go someplace we could get married, get a house, mow the lawn, get a job, white picket fence, join the local charity groups? Adopt some kids? All of that seemed so far away as to be unreal, at the moment. And yet, it was a possibility. Any relationship can work, if both parties are committed to making it work, and want what makes each other happy. But,

"Raeanne," I said, "I don't know if I could be happy if you came home one day, and said you wanted to have a sexual relationship with some guy. Or another girl. Baby, I just haven't ever thought in such terms. I mean, I'd want you to be happy. If you needed something to feel complete, I'd hate to think I was keeping you from it. But still ... sweetheart I just don't know about all of this. It's all so new to me."

Raeanne thought a moment, then said, "Ok, continuing with your hypothesis of falling for my Mom: look at it like this: I love my Mom. I do, with all my heart. I want her to be happy." She took my right hand and held it to her breast with both hands, directly over her heart (and I couldn't help but be acutely aware she had not put her bra back on, and all that was between her and I was a thin layer of nearly translucent dress fabric), and continued. "And I love you, with all my heart. With the same heart! I want you to be happy. If that means you have a desire to be with my Mom, it would be two of the people I love most on this whole planet, making each other happy. I wouldn't just be ok with it, I'd be ecstatic! I know how happy you would make her. I know for a fact that she would work just as hard to make you happy. How could I not be ok with that? And I don't just have one parent! Say, hypothetically, you wanted to be with my Dad? Same thing, to me. It would be fine. It would be wonderful! I'd be fine with it. Mom would be fine with it! Or, go for broke and have a threesome with them! As long as we all agree to the rules, and you and I go home together, at the end of it all? Everybody wins."