“I rarely wore one in college,” Abby admitted.
“I’m jealous. It wasn’t until I had some work done after my second kid was born that I felt comfortable going braless.”
“Yes but I did it because of girls like you, who had amazing breasts. It was the only way I could get anyone – guys or girls – to pay attention to me.”
Somehow I doubted that, but I pushed on. “Cassy also never wore panties and she dressed in clothes that highlighted this fact. Tights and yoga pants…conformed…to the contours of her special place. When she wore a skirt, it was short and she wasn’t concerned about sitting with her knees open. But it was never overtly obvious, which made her actions more arousing. Basically, she enjoyed exhibiting herself.”
“Jeeze, this girl was brazen.”
“At first, I thought so, too. But she was honest about it and pointed out that half the world had a snippa and pattar, which is Swedish for pussy and boobs. Her point of view was, ‘who cares?’ I couldn’t argue with that and I found her confidence inspiring. After a couple weeks, I didn’t really think much about it until I visited their house for the first time and realized they were all completely uninhibited about the human body.”
“I bet that was uncomfortable.”
“It was. I tried not to stare or be obvious, but I couldn’t help myself. They were beautiful people physically and wore clothing that left nothing to the imagination. I wasn’t really surprised to see Anne and Louise dressed like Cassy. But Liam and Erik were often shirtless and didn’t bother with underwear. They wore snug-fitting lounge pants or shorts that were sheer enough to see their cocks through the thin material. I couldn’t help but gawk at them. At least that’s how it was in the beginning.”
“I don’t blame you,” Abby said. “I’ve always liked the look of a man’s cock, even when it’s soft.”
I giggled. “Me, too! And their cocks were…impressive. But after being around them a few months, I stopped noticing their bodies and realized their lifestyle was so open and honest that I found myself wanting to be like them. One day, I was at the mall with Cassy and her mom when Anne offered to buy me some new clothes. When we left the store, I was excited to own something that wasn’t so conservative. It wasn’t sexy; just a pair of skinny jeans and a snug-fitting blouse. But for me, it was a big moment.”
“You were starting to come out of your shell.”
“Since the Vatspalt’s didn’t wear much around their home, they kept it warm. So wearing less clothing was more comfortable when I spent time there. I didn’t dress any differently around my house or in public, but in the Vatspalt’s home, my bulky sweaters eventually gave way to form-fitting tee shirts and tank tops. The slim-cut jeans were later ditched for leggings and tights or short-shorts. I started wearing skirts and sun dresses, although I wasn’t brave enough to go around without underwear. They had a pool and the modest one-piece bathing suits I wore at first were left at my house in favor of wearing the bikinis Anne bought for me.”
Abby looked proud. “I can actually see the confidence now, as you’re telling me about it. You’re kind of glowing.”
I smiled. I could feel it, too. “They really did bring out a side of myself I didn’t think existed. But it wasn’t until the first time I spent the night at their home that I really started to embrace their approach to sexuality. Cassy and I had gotten ready for bed and when we came out of the bathroom, Anne and Liam were waiting for us. They sent Cassy downstairs and took me to their bedroom. I was nervous they were going to do something with me; but was also excited.”
“Oh, man.” Abby absently ran a hand up her bare thigh.
“I was actually a little disappointed when they showed me a painting by Edvard Munch. It depicted a young nude woman who was self-conscious of her appearance. We talked for a long time about my body, and why I shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I cried a lot when I told them what I’d been through. They hugged me and said I was special.”
“It sounds like they really cared about you.”
“They did. They were so positive and reassuring that when Anne asked me to remove the robe I was wearing, I didn’t offer any objection. A moment later I stood before them in my pajamas, which were nothing more than a pair of Hello Kitty panties and a cropped tank top. Aside from Cassy and the girls in the gym locker room, it was the first time someone had seen me without a bra.”
Abby squirmed in her seat. “That’s intense.”
“It was, for sure,” I said, taking a drink. “But they weren’t finished with me. I obeyed when Liam requested I remove my shirt. And when Anne asked if she could take my panties off, I said yes.”
“Ah, now I see where your submissive upbringing came into play.”
I nodded. “That moment of being so exposed was thrilling and nerve racking but also comfortable and welcoming. Cassy had told them she had shaved my special place and they fawned over how pretty it looked. Liam’s cock was rock hard and Anne saw me glancing at it. She smiled at me and stroked it over his pants, which was the most erotic thing I’d ever personally seen up to that point. But they didn’t force me to do anything. From their point of view, it was perfectly natural to be aroused by the human body and his reaction when I disrobed was incredibly moving. It made me feel…beautiful.”
“After all you’d been through, I understand why this was such a special moment.”
“Yep,” I said. “They told me it was important to be comfortable with who I was physically and I believed them. As the months wore on, that’s exactly what happened. Most of the time, whenever I visited, Cassy insisted I strip down to my panties and a tank top and I never objected. It felt wonderful. Later, we were often nude around each other and it felt completely natural. Outside of an ocassional compliment, the men never forced themselves on me, or really even took notice of me in a sexual way. The whole experience was so liberating from my real home life and I loved the Vatspalts for it.”
Abby was shaking her head. “Good God, you’d never find such cosmopolitan people like that in Kansas.” She snickered. “You might find a farm boy who would fuck his sheep.”
Now I shot a raspberry. “Don’t be gross!” I took a drink. “They also openly discussed sex and sexuality with each other and because it was so normal, I felt more mature whenever I was around them. I also began to understand that saving myself for the one person I’d have sex with for the rest of my life was completely unreasonable; the concept seemed so flawed. I spent a lot of time thinking and fantasizing about sex back then but it wasn’t until much later that I realized the reason I was so interested: Sex and sexuality was a forbidden topic in my house.”
Abby looked a little troubled. “That’s how I was raised, too, and being monogamous always felt okay to me.”
I patted her knee. “And yet here we are, meeting in secret after posting sexy profiles on a hookup site.”
Pouting, she said, “I see your point.”
I shared with Abby the evening I spent with Cassy and Louise and the roughhousing that led to the moment the older girl pushed her fingers inside me, marking another first. “Louise had shown us a cellphone video she’d taken of an encounter she had with four guys and it was exciting to watch.”