As Naked as Jay Byrd

A crisp white moon's light glittered on Lake Coloma on that warm summer night. Bethanny's car skidded to a halt in the deserted recreation area's gravel lot, right before the chain blocking access to the lake's boat ramp. Music blared from the car as the door swung open and a beer bottle fell to the ground as Jay Byrd stepped out of the passenger side of her car. The good looking jock couldn't believe how lucky he was to score Bethanny for the night. He watched as she bounced out of the driver's side door, laughing and sexy, her tits jiggling beneath her tight white shirt. Her long blonde hair tousled effortlessly around her shoulders as she rounded the front of her car towards the lake.

"Come on," she said, heading for the water.

He'd watched her many times in her cheerleading uniform cheering at their high school's football games, or when she rode on the bus with his baseball team as they went on away games where the cheerleaders came to serve as boosters in the stands. But at that time, he was dating her friend, Kelly, and couldn't make a move on Bethanny until he broke up with Kelly six months ago. He's moved on, out of high school and in state college, and now here he was, about to skinny dip with the girl of his dreams except this was no dream.

She was kicking off her sandals and unbuttoning her pants as he jerked his t-shirt over his head and hustled out of his athletic shoes and socks. He unbuckled his pants as she pulled her t-shirt over her head. Lit by her car's headlights, she stood there in pink and white striped panties and bra, giggling as he stepped out of his pants, leaving him standing in his white briefs. The night's air hit his body, causing his hair to stand on end in a seldom felt freedom of public nudity. Bethanny took his hand in hers and led him to the water until she let go, ran down the boat ramp to splash into the lake before she dove into the water. What the hell. He raced into the lake he's come to many times and splashed into the black water. Bethanny popped up a short distance from him and he swam to her as she wiped her hair from her face. Shoulder high in water, his feet planted in lake silt. She threw her arms over his shoulders and straddled him, winding her lovely legs his waist.

"I always had a crush on you," she said. "I just never said anything because of you and Kelly."

"You should've said something."

"I'm saying it now."

Her lips hovered towards his, as water dripped from her hair, and he kissed her cool parted lips. They kissed and kissed again; he wrapped his arms around her narrow back smashing her tits from her bra.

He asked, "You gonna get rid of this bra?"

"If you get out of your undies."

She let go of him, kicking away from him a few feet to stop, where she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She threw the wet garment towards the shore. He pulled down his briefs, stepping out of them and tossed them to the shore. The cold water whooshed over his ass and balls and he felt absolutely free and alive. He swam to her with a couple of quick breast strokes as she tread water and caught her in his arms to pull her warm body close to his. She looked like a beautiful mermaid, the water lapping around her breasts, teasing him as they bobbed from the water only to disappear again beneath the lake's choppy surface. She looked at him with those eyes that are Caribbean blue in the sunlight. She wrapped her legs around him again and kissed him. He became lost in her kisses, as they made out the lake surrounded by black mountains and a big starry sky.

Hooonnnk! Honk! Honk!

Bethanny unwrapped her legs, planted her feet on his torso and pushed off of him, sending him stumbling backwards in the water. She quickly swam a few feet to the shore until she ran up the boat ramp. Her ass was really moving when Jay righted himself and turned to see two sets of car lights as Bethanny ran for them. He swam until his feet hit the ramp and he stumbled out of the water as he ran towards the two cars. He watched as Bethanny climbed into the passenger seat of the second car. From the headlights' light, he could see his clothes were gone. Bethanny's car backed out and sped away with his phone inside it. As the second car began to pull away, the heads of girls popped out from the windows, yelling and jeering at Jay as he ran towards them.

A girl yelled, "This'll teach you not to fuck with girls."

Then he spotted Kelly leaning out of the passenger side window with a sadistic smirk on her face.

She screamed, "Fuck you, Jay!"

"No!" he yelled. "Hey, no, no, come back! God damn it! Kelly! Kelly!"

He ran after them as the cars sped off and out of the parking lot. He was absolutely panicked. They had his clothes, shoes, and his cell phone. And he was naked. He ran after them, running on gravel, then asphalt until he tripped in the dark over spiky pine cones. He came to a stop as he watched the red tail lights disappear around a mountain bend. He jogged back to the picnic area and upon finding a trashcan with very little garbage, he took the garbage bag and after ripping some leg holes and securing it with the drawstring, made a baggy pair of plastic shorts. He left the recreation area, cursing all women, as he started walking down the winding mountain road to the highway five miles away.

Thank God the night was still warm from the hundred plus day, but he was still wet, his hair still plastered to his head as he stumbled in the darkness down the windy road. He shivered and wanted to cry, but he sniffled back tears going into survival mode. Then he saw a set of headlight peek from trees down the hill, coming up in the opposite lane. He crossed the two lane road and stood on its edge, hoping a car doesn't hit him and knock him off the road and into the trees line in the steep drop off. He waived his arms, praying they would stop.

"Hey! Help! Stop!"

But the minivan swerved around him and kept driving to disappear over the crest.

"Nooo!" he yelled, clutching his head in frustration.

He continued the walk downhill thinking about how he would have Kelly and Bethanny and the rest of the bitches arrested for theft, kidnapping and anything other charges that would stick. This is so high school. Grow the fuck up. He heard the car before white halogen headlights lit the road behind him. He turned and waved his arms, a little less frantically this time, blinded the approaching headlights. The car passed him but pulled over a few feet away. He ran up to the window as it lowered. A lady with ash blonde hair in a denim jacket looked at him as though she knew him. She looked familiar to him too and he thought she might be one of his mom's friends.

She said, "Jay? Jay Byrd?"

"Yeah." He peered in at her. "Mrs. Canady?"

She smiled. Coach Canady's wife. She looked him up and down as he shivered and he wrapped his arms around his chest.

"What are you doing out here? Were you in an accident? Are you okay?"

"Yeah. Some friends played a prank on me."

She turned on her car's hazard lights and popped her trunk before stepping out of her car. She pulled a blanket from her trunk and wrapped it over his shoulders. Mrs. Canady. The team loved this MILF who baked the team cookies or hosted pool parties with her bodacious tatas on display. She's a bit of an exhibitionist with low cut t-shirts and bikinis. But they never stared long because Coach was a big man with an extensive gun collection. She looked older next to him but tonight, she looked so much younger.

"You need a ride?" she asked.

"That would be much appreciated."

With the blanket wrapped around him, he jumped into her passenger seat and the two drove off.

She asked, "Should we call your folks?"

"No. I don't want to wake them."

"Yes, I'm sure they'd be disappointed to hear their boy was roaming the mountainside in a trash bag."

She snickered. He gave her a pitiful look.

"I know it's not funny," she said giggling.

"I could've been eaten by a bear."

She laughed and as angry as he was, he couldn't help but smile.

He asked, "Where are you coming from? Where's Coach Canady?"

"Phil is playing softball and I'm coming from a fundraiser for the people affected by the Goose Creek fire."

Mrs. Canady drove six miles to her house on a secluded country lot among the pines. He followed Mrs. Canady into her house and to her bedroom where she rummaged for an old pair of sweat pants and a sweat shirt. He was still shivering beneath the blanket he had clutched around him.

She set the clothes on her bed saying, "We need to get you warmed up."

She didn't have to ask twice. He followed her into the bathroom off her master bedroom, where she turned on the shower and stepped out. He stripped off the trash bag and shoved it into the trash can before stepping under the nice warm water. She knocked on the door.

"Give me that trash bag before it stinks up my bathroom," she said.

She took it and closed the door. The night chill began to fade from his muscles as hot water streamed over him. A couple of minutes later, the bathroom door opened and closed again and though the blurry shower door, watched as Mrs. Canady set towels down on the hamper before opening the shower door. He looked up to see a naked Mrs. Canady step into the shower behind him. He backed away from her absolutely in shock as his eyes roamed her naked body. Her fake boobs were at attention, her nipples long and hard, and she was shaved perfectly bare between toned tanned legs.

"Mrs. Canady-"

"Relax," she said, putting her arms around him. "I'm just going to warm you up."

She kissed his lips, rubbing her body against his. He pulled his lips away from her, but she kept kissing his face and neck, her hands exploring his chest and arms before she started to kneel. He wanted to bolt out but couldn't. He was gripped in a spell he couldn't break. Mrs. Canady grabbed his dick in her supple hands, playing with it as his chub became a full fledged arousal.

All he could utter was, "No. Coach Canady."

"Shhh," she said before her lips wrapped the head of his shaft.

She looked up at him with a wet face and eased her head down his entire shaft until his balls was nestled upon her chin. She began to blow him in earnest, and his hands went into her half dry hair.

Slam!

Mrs. Canady's lips came off his cock and she suddenly stood up.

"Phil is home. You've got to go. You've got to get out of here," she said, scurrying out of the shower.

He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist. She looked absolutely terrified and with as many guns Coach has around, he didn't want to be here. She opened the window.

"Go, get out. Go."

"What? No."

"Get out before he kills us both."

He quickly climbed out the window before she shut it. He crouched down, still peeking in the window, to watch her gargle with mouthwash and spit it out just as the bathroom door opened and Coach Canady walked in. He towered over his wife as she stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Jay stood in the cold, now dressed in a towel, cursing Mrs. Canady for leaving the sweats she'd selected for him on the bed. Should he hang around until Coach is asleep and ask for clothes and a ride? Glancing at the coach's gun cabinet in the family room, he moved to their deck. He was blinded when automatic lights lit up the deck which made him run for their driveway and into the night before the Coach looked out of the window to see what set off the lights.

Jay walked along the frontage road that paralleled the highway towards town. His feet were getting sore as he went free balling in a towel for two miles. The nearest gas station was still eight miles away. In the distance he saw the neon lights from the first building on the edge of town, a bar located in a refurbished lumber shop called Marmalades. It was the gayest gay bar in the region. He rolled his eyes. Just his luck, the nearest building is the biggest gay bar in a fifty mile radius. And here he is, candy in a towel. Still, they are a merciful lot. He walked towards the bar, the lot crowded with cars. Some guys smoking in groups by cars hooted and whistled at him as he approached, others turned and looked, staring at him with jaded eyes.

Jay said, "Hey, um, fellas. My ex-girlfriend stole my clothes and phone. Does anyone have a spare pair of pants or shorts?"

They looked at him like he was the biggest joke, some sniggering in front of him.

One with heavily drawn on eyebrows said, "Look, hon, if you want to earn some money, you can dance on the bar. Maybe Miss Iona can give you some clothes."

"Thanks," he said.

When is he going to cave in and just call mom or dad, the only phone numbers he knew by heart? Because he didn't want to hear dad bark about how much of a fuck up he is, picking him up at a gay bar in a towel. Suck it up. You're nineteen. Find your own way home. And don't mess with vindictive bitches and horny coaches' wives.

He headed towards the door from which heavy thumping music seeped out. A beefy bear of a doorman, lounging on a bar stool by the door, gave him the eye, looking him up and down as Jay stood before him in his towel.

"You're an eager one. Where are your clothes?" he asked, pointing to the sign with apparel dress code rules.

"My ex-girlfriend stole them and left me stranded out here."

"That's fucked up, man."

"Yes. Yes it is."

"So what you want in here?"

"The guys in the lot say I can maybe borrow some clothes from you or dance for money or something. I just really need some clothes."

"We got souvenir shirts and shorts for sale inside."

"Well can I dance in the shorts and buy them with what I earn?"

"Sure, doll," said a falsetto voice.

Jay looked over the bouncer's shoulder to see a slim black woman in a sequined gown appear behind the bouncer. Or was that a man in drag? Damn, he looked so good, he really thought he was a she.

"Let him in," she said.

Jay stepped around and entered the noisy club. Electronic music played to the three crowded bars and packed kaleidoscope dance floor changing colors on the beat.

She said, "I'm Iona. Iona Lott. And you are?"

"Jay."

"Nice to meet you, baby Jay."

She ducked under counter to enter behind the bar and pulled out a box. She rummaged in the plastic packaged clothing until she pulled out a pair of shorts with PRIDE written in rainbow letters over the butt. He sighed and closed his eyes, accepting the shorts.

She said, "That'll be twenty four ninety five."

"Can I pay you tomorrow?" he asked, sliding them on under his towel. They were tight, his balls crowding onto the seam.

She scowled at him. "Get in the line with the other dancing boys up there and earn twenty four ninety five. I'm sure a sweet thing like you can make that in no time. Go along, now. Dance."

He walked to the stage where four guys danced in their underwear. One had on a silver Speedo, the other a butt baring thong. He climbed up onto the stage and shyly moved from side to side. All he kept thinking was if anyone sees him, he'll have to move out of town. At first he kept his back to the crowd, shaking his ass with PRIDE written across it to the approval of the men watching the twinks. The others dancers were dancing in earnest, trying to outdo each other which brought about Jay's competitive nature and he began to loosen up and dance. He had more muscle than any of them and his ego made him off his guns. He began to clap his hands, and put his hands behind his head to wag his package towards the crowd. An older man with a tidy white beard stepped up with a five dollar bill. Jay saw the bills stuffed hanging from the other guys' underwear so he sucked it up and danced over to the guy, and bent down for the guy to shove the money in his waistband. Another guy stepped up to him with a dollar so he ignored it until the guy added four more. He danced over and got his money. He danced and gyrated for two more songs before he earned thirty dollars and then promptly jumped off the stage and met Iona at the bar to pay her. He pulled the bills from his waistband counting it out for her. She took the money and crammed it in the register.

She said, "See, I told you, doll. You're welcomed to dance here any time you like."

"Thanks. Can I have some water?" he asked her.

She handed him a chilled bottle of water. He handed her two dollars.

"Keep your money, love."

"Thanks," he said, twisting of the cap off and chugging the water.

He thought about the fifteen mile walk home and how difficult it was going to be in PRIDE shorts. Would he even make it home alive? Okay, turn the shorts inside out and be on your way. Or maybe you can earn some more money and take a taxi home. He was roused from his thoughts when a bartender set a beer in front of him.

"Courtesy of the man over there," he said, pointing to the older man who had put money in his shorts.

The man came over and Jay steeled himself for the man's flirtations as he gulped the beer.

The man said, "I like the way you dance."

"Thanks. Listen, you wouldn't be going to Elk Grove, would you?"

"I could for you."

"I'm not gay. Or bi."

"I can tell."

Jay gulped more beer as this guy eyed him like a piece of meat.

"I'm not looking for sex," Jay said. "I've had a really bad night and I just need to go home. So don't go hitting on me or anything. For real."

"I can contain myself. Come on. I'll drive you home. I'm Greg."

"Jay," he said, shaking his soft, outstretched hand.

They drove away in his Prius. Jay stayed guarded, ready to punch him and flee if Greg got frisky, but the old man was harmless. He told Greg about his night's misadventures which made Greg laugh and Greg related similar stories of when he dated women before he embraced his truth. Jay was never as happy to see his neighborhood as he was at that moment.

"You can drop me off here," he said, a block from his house, not wanting to let the man know exactly where he lives. "Thanks for the ride. You saved my life."

"Stay safe," Greg said.

He got out of the Prius before it drove off and he sighed with relief as walked towards his house. He was one house away from his when he saw a door open on a car parked across the street. It was Bethanny. She had a stack of things, his clothes and shoes, in her hands. He kept walking to his front door, ignoring her in fear that he would punch her in the face, until he realized his keys were in his jeans pocket. She approached him on the porch. He turned to look at her.

She said, "I'm so sorry. I went back to look for you."

"Whatever," he said as he snatched his pants from her.

His shoes clattered onto the front porch, and she bent to pick them up as he started to walk around the side of his house to enter the house from the semi-detached sun room in the back. She followed into the screened in back room with his things still in her arms.

"Please let me explain," she said, setting his stuff down on a chair.

"Shhh," he said in a hushed voice. "You'll wake my parents."

Feeling no shame, he pulled down the shorts in front of her before hopping into his jeans.

"Kelly made me do it," she said. "She has some pictures of me from cheer camp and said she'd post them if I didn't lure you out to the lake. It was all her idea."

"What kind of pictures?"

She looked down, a flush of red flared over her cheeks.

"We were really drunk and I had a lezbo moment with Maddy Allister. I wasn't going down on her or anything but there's a picture of me with her titty in my mouth. I was sucking a Jell-O shot off her chest."

He became aroused at the thought of her mouth on Maddy's tit. Her blonde hair was wild from the dip in the lake. She looked beautiful standing there in a long sleeve shirt tied at the waist and denim shorts.

She said, "On the drive back, she deleted the photo."