Reject Reality Posted July 6, 2014 Report Share Posted July 6, 2014 A quick preview of my upcoming Nude Day story for the Literotica contest ( posting to SOL and Lush not long after ) This is from the unedited first draft, so don't give me too much grief *laugh* ======================== I should have known. Happy Nude Day, I thought sarcastically as I watched Wendy and Ron walk by, ignoring me as they headed toward the lake. Weâ€™d been the best of friends the last time we saw each other the year before, but Linda had obviously talked to them. Yep â€“ lucky me. Over forty with a hot, wild woman five years younger than me. Going to nudist camps, sex almost every day, threesomes... It had been a wild couple of years. I donâ€™t know how long sheâ€™d been fucking the neighbor on the side, but when she got caught, she decided for some reason that Iâ€™d orchestrated it. Thatâ€™s when I learned the hard way that she could go from zero to psycho bitch in nothing flat. I popped open a beer and wondered for the third time in an hour whether I should just pack up and leave. But, I had no doubt the news of my hasty departure would reach Linda before I even got home. There was no way I was going to give her that satisfaction. Besides, the campground was packed, and I loved the place. Sprite Lake had more amenities than any nudist camp for a couple hundred miles around. I saw plenty of fresh faces, and I was determined to enjoy myself. A pair of attractive blonde women about my age walking by a few seconds later were a good start. They were in good shape, gravity hadnâ€™t taken much of a toll, and they werenâ€™t shaved bare. I waved. They waved back and smiled. I finished my beer, grabbed another, and headed down to the lake, where everyone was gathering for the Pre-Nude Day festivities. The well was too deep for Linda to poison it all. Or so I thought. I hadnâ€™t counted on how tight-knit the regulars were. People I recognized but barely knew were staring daggers at me from the moment I reached the shoreline. It seemed like every time I turned around, the grapevine was sinking its tendrils into someone else. Within a half hour, I was back in my lawn chair, gritting my teeth at the sounds of merriment. At that point, it didnâ€™t matter if I left â€“ Linda had won. Iâ€™d had three beers, so for safetyâ€™s sake I decided to sit for a couple of hours and grill some lunch before I left. Imagine my surprise when Ron walked toward my camp a few minutes later. I tensed, expecting a confrontation, but then saw him nervously look over his shoulder. â€œHey,â€ he said as he stepped into the campsite. â€œHey. So, what line has she fed everyone?â€ Ron blew out a long breath and once again looked back toward the path. â€œLetâ€™s go behind the RV,â€ I suggested. â€œSorry,â€ he said as he followed me. â€œItâ€™s just that Wendy doesnâ€™t know I came up here.â€ â€œI get it. Happy wife, happy life. So, whatâ€™s the horror story?â€ â€œShe said you got drunk and hit her.â€ My vision flashed red as I growled, â€œWhat? I never laid a hand on her â€“ ever.â€ â€œShe said she had to go to the E.R.â€ â€œWhat a load of shit. I was the one who ended up in the E.R. getting stitches in my forehead because she threw a plate at me.â€ I pushed my hair out of the way, revealing the scar. â€œI had to bring the cops with me to get what was left of my stuff out of her house. She destroyed most of it.â€ â€œI knew it had to be bullshit.â€ â€œBut Wendy believes it.â€ â€œYeah. Look, Iâ€™m sorry. Bob and Will donâ€™t buy it either, but Wendy has their wives at a boil.â€ I sighed and said, â€œWell, I can kind of understand it after what Wendy went through with her ex-husband.â€ Ronâ€™s eyes hardened for a moment with that mention, but he shook it off. â€œWas there a police report in the paper?â€ â€œFrom when they showed up that day and the next when I went back for my stuff.â€ â€œThink you can get those and send them to me?â€ â€œI hadnâ€™t even thought of that. The library scans every issue. I may be able to get one of the guys from work to go and send them to me.â€ Ron snapped his fingers and smiled. â€œThat might be enough to convince Wendy. Speaking of which...â€ â€œGo ahead. Last thing you need is to get caught talking to me, considering what she believes.â€ â€œHang in there, man.â€ He held out his hand and I shook it. â€œThanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt.â€ â€œNo problem. Sorry about everything.â€ I chuckled half-heartedly. â€œNot as sorry as I am. Iâ€™ll make a call or two and see if I can get those police reports.â€ â€œHereâ€™s hoping.â€ Knowing that at least a few of my friends didnâ€™t believe Lindaâ€™s lies helped bolster my spirits. I headed straight into the RV and grabbed my phone. My friend Carl had the next day off, and said he would go to the library to get me what I needed. Seeing light at the end of the tunnel, I fired up the grill and decided to stay. All in all, it wasnâ€™t a bad day. The sun was shining and the birds were chirping, so I relaxed and enjoyed it. Ron, Will, and Bob even snuck away from their wives to have a beer with me later that evening. I knew that if Carl came through, there was a chance I might even be able to socialize with them openly at the big Nude Day party the next day. I hit the bunk that night with a good buzz and a cautiously optimistic outlook. **** It was barely light when I woke up the next morning. Iâ€™m hardly ever up before the sun, but my bladder proved to be a rather effective alarm clock. It was a long walk to the bathrooms, so I took a brief walk back into the trees to let off the pressure. Feeling much better, I headed back into the RV. After a look at the bunk, I opted to grab the coffee pot instead. The walk in the brisk morning air had chased away the last vestiges of sleep, and watching the sun rise with a good cup of coffee sounded like just the thing. I had just sat the pot on the camp stove when a flicker of movement in my peripheral vision caused me to turn toward the trail. Good god, I thought when I saw her. She had her back turned to me, showing off a perfect little butt bathed in the glow of the rising sun. From the second my eyes fell on her, I knew she was young. It was rare to see anyone under thirty at the camp, but this girl had to be college-age. Blonde hair hung down to the middle of her back, though most of it was pulled over her shoulders. It was a look Iâ€™d seen a lot of times over the last two years, called the Lady Godiva. A woman with long hair could drape it over her breasts, giving tantalizing glimpses that were even more eye-catching than seeing them fully revealed. As if in response to my silent wish, she turned, confirming the display that Iâ€™d already imagined. Then my eyes darted downward and I saw something else that tugged my lips into a smile. Close-cropped blonde hair adorned her mound, shaped into an irregular triangle pointing down. Iâ€™ve never been a big fan of the bare-shaved look. Blame it on growing up in the 80s. I like a little bush. I didnâ€™t dwell on it, naturally. Even at a camp where everyone is naked all the time, there are limits. I lifted my gaze as she finished her turn toward me, and got the shock of my life. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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