Holiday #195

"What?" He wasn't exactly sporting something shocking like a full-on erection, nor was he particularly noteworthy as far as cock sizes went.

"You have a penis!"

Pete looked at her blankly for a moment before realizing she was just messing with him. She managed to simultaneously address the elephant in the room, so to speak, as well as break the tension he felt. A good friend indeed.

"Yes, I have a penis," he said, kicking up his suit and then throwing it at her. "Dork."

"Thanks," she said, catching his suit before it hit her in the face. "Maybe I should just toss these in the middle of the pond. Not like you'll be needing them today."

"Uh, no," he said, thinking she might actually do it. "I need those for the ride home."

Amy looked back down at his crotch. "Nah, I actually rather like this look for you."

Pete felt himself blush a bit at her comment, but he liked how she sounded as if she meant it. "And when I got home?"

"Details." She winked and dropped his shorts beside her clothes. "Very nice, by the way. Best specimen I've ever seen in person."

Pete rolled his eyes. "Thanks. Sample size of one?"

"Details."

For as terrified as he'd been to get undressed in front of his friend, he found he was considerably less bothered now that it was a done deal. Amy had looked at him, acknowledged his nakedness, and she was still the same girl he'd been friends with forever. Mostly. She was topless, after all.

"Okay," he said. "Only one of us seems to be fully in the holiday spirit. Time to get with the program."

"Yes sir," Amy said, giving him a sharp salute that caused her breasts to jiggle in a manner impossible to ignore. Whether it was having already passed the threshold of losing her top or seeing him fully naked, she wasted no time and exhibited no nerves in sliding down her bottoms and stepping free. He noted immediately that she had trimmed her pubes, leaving only a thin shading of brown in a narrow strip. Between her legs, he could just make out a the slightly distended lips of her labia. It took all his will to fight down an involuntary response to the sight of her.

"Oh my god!" Amy said again, smiling.

"You have a pussy!" He said, clearly finishing her prompt in the expected manner based on her expression.

"Crazy, I know," she said, putting her hands on her hips and affecting a pose for him. "I'm naked, you're naked, and the world hasn't come to a screeching halt."

"Somehow."

"Happy National Nude Day!"

"You too. You're crazy, but we did it."

"We're crazy. And, yes, we did. I'm proud of us. This makes us cool, right?"

Pete shrugged. "Well, I wouldn't go that far. Maybe a little less dorky, though."

Amy turned to reach into her bag, giving him a nice little view of her round ass as she bent over. A moment later, the show ended and she tossed him a bottle of spray-on sunscreen. "Do me first?"

Pete blushed. Well, at least she wasn't asking him to apply lotion by hand. While that would be a dream come true in one sense, there was no way he'd be able to do so without getting a full-blown erection. This was already testing his limits.

"Sure," he said, fumbling with the cap.

Amy stood facing him, holding her arms wide. Pete did his best to keep his eyes and mind strictly on the business of applying a generous layer of spray on his friend's body. He started with the arms, thinking that relatively safe, and she helped by rotating them around. Next, he worked over her collarbone and neck. Her breasts were next and his pulse quickened as he tried to be methodical yet efficient.

"Remember, generous," she said, perhaps teasing his discomfort. "Don't want to burn the girls the first time they've come out to play."

"No, don't want that," he said, feeling yet another little twitch in his cock at her word choice. He followed her instructions, though, and gave both breasts another slow pass with the spray. On one breast, the lotion landed a bit thick and she reached up with a hand to spread it around. He was riveted by the way her breast moved under her hand and he could imagine it doing so under his own attention. Those thoughts betrayed his growing arousal, though, and he could feel his cock hanging heavy, on the very brink of becoming erect.

After she's smoothed out the spot, he continued spraying down her tummy and hips. Her crotch presented another conundrum as there were all manner of challenging curves and angles for him to attack. She spread her legs ever so slightly, perhaps in acknowledgement that she did need a bit of coverage but still too modest to expose herself fully to him. He hurried through the process, trying to focus on being thorough rather than lingering on what he was looking at.

Her legs, thankfully, were a relatively safe spot, and he knelt to get them. When he finished the fronts, she turned and he worked his way back up the legs to her butt. Her very cute, full butt. With her back turned, he took a quick look down at his cock and noted it was just like what it felt -- close to erect in size, but still pointing more or less down. Was it more embarrassing to be seen nearly erect or shrunken down like after swimming in cold water? He might get the opportunity to test both extremes. There was little to be done about it now, though.

Pete finished up her back and shoulders. Amy turned and had him spray her hands so she could get her face and ears.

"Perfect, thanks," she said, taking the bottle from him. "I'll do you, if you want."

He considered turning her down, but she looked expectant. He had a horrible, sinking feeling that his near-erection would stand at full attention by the time she started spraying him down there. What could he do, though? Did she really expect he would be able to restrain himself?

"Yeah, sure," he said, turning so she could start with his back.

Pete felt a cool tingle as the mist of sunscreen landed across his shoulders and the back of his neck. He extended his arms out and she made quick work of them before proceeding down his back and butt. Was she checking him out as he had her? How could she not? What he didn't know was what she thought about his naked body.

"Okay, turn," she said. He did, fully expecting to find her attention on his cock, but instead she had risen back to standing and looked him in the eye. She gave him a quick smile and began working over his chest.

"I was thinking we could do lunch next, if you're hungry," she said. "That'd give the sunscreen a little time to dry. Then maybe a dip in the pond."

Intentional or not, Amy's casual conversation served to get Pete's mind off his embarrassment and maybe even diminish his arousal slightly. "Yeah, sure," he said.

Then the cool mist made direct contact with his cock. He glanced down and saw her giving him a thorough spraying, and the attention made him twitch. She flinched ever so slightly at his involuntary reaction and he could feel his cheeks burn.

"Do you, uh, want to lift it up, maybe?" Amy glanced up and he could tell she was just as flustered as he by their proximity and the nature of the request. "Should probably make sure it's covered on all sides."

He gulped. Whether she was just being pragmatic or secretly wanted to see him touch his cock, he had to agree that getting full coverage was for the best. With this kind of attention, though, they could do nothing else for the next half minute and he'd probably be fully erect and pointing to the sky, allowing her to easily reach all sides.

"Good thinking," he said. He lifted his cock by the tip, exposing the underside to his friend. She gave it a quick spray and then continued down his legs.

"Hands," she said, standing. She seemed to be doing a much better job than he of adapting to the unprecedented circumstances. He held out his hands and she gave them a quick spray so he could cover his face as she had done.

Finished, Amy dropped the sunscreen back in her bag and held her arms wide, turning to face the sun with eyes closed. "I gotta say, this actually feels kinda good. Weird, but good. I like the feel of the wind on my skin."

Pete closed his eyes and faced the sun as well, making a conscious effort to shift his focus outward rather than get lost in his internal struggles. She was right, the breeze touching his body, especially now that it felt cooler with the damp sheen of fresh sunscreen, was amazing. It was particularly noticeable on his genitals, but not in a sexually stimulating way.

"Yeah, it is nice," he said.

"Thanks for doing this with me," she said. He opened his eyes and found she was looking at him. "I'm sure it'll be one of our more memorable holidays."

Pete chuckled. "That's an understatement. Wait, you're gonna have to put this on your blog, aren't you?"

Amy had been documenting their journey on her blog. Many entries were little more than a title stating the holiday she'd chosen and a picture to show what they'd done. Some were more detailed and in a few cases, like appreciation holidays, the entire celebration had been in the writing of the post. If she mentioned Nude Day, it would be assumed they had gotten naked together. If the blog was entirely anonymous, that would be one thing, but several of their friends and family were following their adventure.

"Uh, I haven't really decided how to handle that one yet," she said, clear from her tone that she had some of the same reservations as him. "We'll worry about it later. No pictures, though. I can promise you that much."

"Whew."

"Well, no pictures published, anyway," she said, winking. "Maybe a couple for my own use."

Pete opened his mouth, but no words came out. She burst into laughter and patted him on the shoulder.

"You should see the look on your face," she said. "What, you don't want me taking nude pictures of you? Or you just don't want me 'using' them?"

"Uh..."

She sighed and then turned and knelt beside the cooler. "Relax. I'm just messing with you. A bit. You look fine. Nothing to be ashamed of and maybe a picture to remember this by wouldn't be all bad. But not if you're uncomfortable."

Pete wondered at what she had in mind. She was the one who hinted at ulterior motives for a picture, so it had to have at least crossed her mind. He knew if he had a naked picture of Amy, it would be put to good use -- repeatedly. Maybe letting her take a picture wouldn't be so bad if he could have one as well.

"I'll think about it," he said, kneeling beside her and helping prep lunch by taking containers as she unloaded the cooler. "But only on the promise we never let anyone else see them. And we both get copies."

Amy paused to raise an eyebrow at him. "Oh, I see. You want a naked picture of me. Can't imagine what a guy would do with one of those."

Pete felt his entire body flush. He probably looked like he'd already burned under the sun's intense rays.

Amy burst out laughing again. "Geez, I'm just messing. If we can't make fun of each other about this, then it's going to be a really long day. Or a really short one."

"Sorry."

Amy gave him a sympathetic look. "Don't. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I don't want that. I want the opposite. I want us to both be us...talking shit and giving each other even more. Like usual. I'm naked, you're naked, and we don't have to pretend we're not."

"Agreed," he said, nodding. "I'm still just getting used to the idea. You at least had some time to mentally prepare yourself."

"Fair enough," she said, handing him a container of potato salad. "And, if you really want a picture of me, I can't think of anyone else I'd trust with it. Even if I know what you'd probably do with it."

Pete knew she was testing him, probing to see if he'd crumple or fire back like normal. He steeled his nerves.

"Ah, I get it now," he said.

"What?"

"This was all just some grand scheme to get a naked picture of you in my possession." Pete laid it out as if he were Sherlock explaining the mysteries of a case to Watson. "You're jealous that I jerk off to pictures of other girls and couldn't find another way to get me wanking to you without it being painfully obvious that was your intent. So, conveniently, you found a way to get naked and a built-in excuse for us to 'document' the event. Very clever, but I see through your ploy, missy."

Amy stared at him with mouth open. The way she blushed, Pete wondered if he might not have hit a little closer to home than he'd realized.

"Well, shit," she said, regaining her composure. "You saw right through it all. Damn."

"Uh huh. Try to fool me, will you?"

Amy sighed melodramatically. "I'll know better next time. So, just to be clear, you don't want a naked picture of me, then?"

Pete did, but he didn't want to sound all pervy about it. "Well, seeing as it would make you happy if I had one, then I suppose I could take one. For your sake, of course."

"Way to take one for the team, there. So chivalrous."

Pete, already on his knees, bowed his head dramatically. "I live to serve, m'lady."

Amy chuckled. "Well, don't forget this lady wants your picture, too. My handmaidens and I will titter over it for days."

"M'lady's handmaidens?" Pete worried that she meant to show it to friends, though she'd already agreed they would be kept private. That and he couldn't think of any other friends she would trust with something like this.

"Well, maybe more like my man-servant. Singular."

Pete gave her a puzzled look. He was pretty certain she didn't have a boyfriend or some other guy friend on the side. "Man-servant?"

"Chuck. You've never met."

A wave of jealousy washed over Pete, leaving him feeling more humiliated than he had when first undressing. Who the hell was Chuck?

Amy gave him a wry grin, apparently picking up on his discomfort. "Don't worry about Chuck. He doesn't talk much. And he's small. Pretty good at scratching a certain itch from time to time, but that's about it."

Pete got the sense she was having great fun putting him on. "Okay..."

She rolled her eyes and sighed, probably surprised that he wasn't getting her joke. "He's pink, about the size of a small cucumber, and is a lot more fun when you shove a couple batteries up his bum."

Pete felt a renewed flush of embarrassment to go along with his relief. Chuck was apparently her pet name for a vibrator or dildo of some sort. She'd never mentioned having any toys before, but sex had always been a topic they skirted around. He wondered briefly about the name she'd given the toy, as Chuck was often short for Charles, which she knew was his middle name. Was it too much of a stretch to think she'd nicknamed a dildo after him?

Amy held her hand over her eyes and winced. "Ah, the light bulb just turned on!"

Pete groaned. "Ass."

Amy winked. "No, no. Chuck's never gone there before."

"I can't believe we're actually talking about this," he said. That much was true. Yet, at the same time, he was glad they were breaking down some of these long-standing barriers. Perhaps it signaled a prelude to breaking other barriers? He was having trouble reading her signals.

"We're friends and adults. No reason we can't act like it."

They settled into lunch and safer conversation. Amy had certainly put some thought into the meal, preparing one of his favorites -- ham and swiss with Dijon mustard -- and rounding it out with potato salad, fresh cut strawberries, and sparkling pear juice in plastic cups. He was surprised at how quickly he'd settled into their nudity as being almost incidental. Sure, he still checked out her breasts on occasion and peered toward the trimmed fuzz leading between her legs (otherwise hidden from view as she sat on one hip with her legs pressed together), and he caught her glancing down at him as well, but the nerves and mortified embarrassment were gone. They were still the same two friends they'd always been.

"Excellent lunch, thanks." Pete patted his stomach and rolled onto his back with a sigh.

"You're welcome." Amy tucked the last of the leftovers into the cooler and shut the lid. "I know we're supposed to wait like an hour or something before swimming, but I could really stand to cool off a bit. I mean, look at this -- boob sweat!"

Pete couldn't help but look as his friend drew her fingers down through the valley between her breasts, collecting the sheen of perspiration. He felt a slight twitch in his otherwise now safely soft cock. Much as he enjoyed watching Amy touch herself, he was feeling the heat as well and a dip sounded wonderful.

"Not boob sweat! Can't have that."

"Only one thing worse than boob sweat..." Amy flicked her fingers at Pete, though if any of her sweat hit him it was too little to notice.

Pete grinned at her insinuation. "Are you sure that's sweat, or are you just happy to see me?" The words snuck out of his mouth before he had time to consider the consequences.

Amy's eyes went wide, then she gave a short snort. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Pete breathed an inward sigh of relief. She hadn't gotten upset at his suggestive joke. Which was more remarkable -- that he'd said it or that she took it?

"We'll just pretend it's sweat, for your sake." Pete, grinned and then hurried to his feet in case he had to beat a hasty retreat.

Amy rolled her eyes and made for the water. "Just watch that potty mouth of yours. If you cramp up and start drowning, I'm not sure I could bring myself to give you mouth to mouth."

A retort popped into Pete's head as he followed her into the pond. Should he or shouldn't he? The mood felt right and he decided to press his luck.

"Well, if that's the case, just remember there's more than one way to blow a guy."

Amy, almost hip deep, froze and turned on him, jaw hanging. It took her a few moments to recover. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Pete couldn't quite read the tone of her voice. She wasn't pissed -- he could at least tell that much. He shrugged. "Maybe. Never tried it before."

Amy's expression remained unreadable, almost neutral. She glanced down at his cock, now slightly tumescent at the turn of the conversation, and then looked away, walking further out into the water. "Maybe someday you'll find out."

Pete felt a little guilty. Had he put her on the spot? Made her too uncomfortable with the thinly veiled suggestion? She could have taken the opening and pushed back, further escalating things. But she turned away instead. He worried that he'd screwed something up.

The water, as he'd hoped, was just cool enough to feel very refreshing. It was a bit murky, to be expected for a pond, which was slightly off-putting, but the sand extended out quite a way and felt better under his feet than the slimy mud or weeds he'd half expected. As he caught up with Amy, deep enough that the water was kissing the underside of her breasts, Pete began to marvel at the novel sensation of his cock being unconstrained underwater. Liberating was the best word he could think of for it, and he knew it would spoil him for future swimming where suits were required.

"Wow, this feels nice," he said, sinking in to let the water reach up to his neck.

Amy dunked in as well, removing her breasts from sight. She sighed. "Yeah, it does. I'm starting to think those nudists might be on to something."

"Are you one of the converted, then?"

She faced him, only a couple feet separating them. "I don't know. Maybe. I mean, I think I could see myself doing this again. At least with you. I'm still not sure about having a bunch of strangers around."

Pete nodded in agreement. "Yeah, same. At least it's easier on you, being a girl and all."

Amy arched an eyebrow at him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Pete expected that response when he'd phrased the statement. "Well, girls are a heck of a lot better looking naked than guys. Less to be self-conscious about."

Amy threw her head back and laughed. "Oh, you think so, huh? Less self-conscious? Have you never heard a woman complain about her body before?"