Family Ties

Anyway, back to your question. A nudist camp is like that. They’re just body parts—boobs and butts and bushes… and boners—until the right situation crops up.”

“Or anything that makes you think of it. A minute ago your breasts were just part of the scenery. Now I’m thinking about what they’ll look like as I fuck you.”

“To thine own girlfriend be true,” I said with a chuckle.

She recovered her composure quicker than I thought she would. “Were you like this with them? With Gina and Kendall, I mean.”

“Did you talk about sex and look at them so… openly?”

“In public? No. That’s just simple decorum, not to mention respect. But when we were alone? Sure, of course. Why not? They were my girlfriends.

But there were lots of times when the situation wasn’t sexual, like when we were just hanging out. They were just friends then, even though they happened to be girls and nude. I really didn’t notice. Then there were other times…” I watched her out of the corner of my eye.

“When you thought about… doing things… with them?”

“It feels weird knowing you’re looking at them.”

“Get used to it. I like your breasts. They’re cute and perky. Besides, soon enough I’ll do more than look.”

She sighed with anticipation and then blushed when the intercom picked

I wanted to kiss her, but the conscientious part of me decided to scan the instruments and airspace first. Straight and level, no traffic in sight, so I flipped the microphone out of the way and leaned toward her. I raised her own mic and then kissed her, gently at first, but with growing heat and desire.

She moaned and leaned into me when I cupped her breast through her sweater. My thumb brushed the hard nub of her nipple, which made her gasp.

I grinned and sat back. She said something I couldn’t hear, so I gestured to her mic and pulled my own back down.

“I like flying private,” she repeated.

“Even when the pilot kisses you?”

“The headsets get in the way, though. So do sweaters and bras.”

“Yes, they do, Mr. Naughty.”

“You could take them off,” I suggested.

“That’s okay. I can wait.”

She rolled her eyes.

“So, anything else you want to know about camp?”

“Did you ever… you know… get… um… excited?”

“All the time!” I laughed. “I was the king of hiding a sudden hard-on.

Remember I told you I called my dick ‘treacherous organ’? Well, that’s why.”

“And I jerked off a lot.” Her eyes widened in surprise, so I nodded. “I’m still like that. I have a really high sex drive.”

“Even when you’re dating someone? I mean, someone you’re actually…

you know… sleeping with.”

She blushed at the compliment. “But we haven’t even…”

“Maybe not in real life,” I said, “but we have in my head. Lots. You’re a total nympho in my fantasies.”

“I’m gonna kill Wren for using that word,” she said under her breath.

“Because it isn’t nice.”

“I don’t like any of ’em.”

“Tramp. Slut. Whore.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “Society has some really screwed-up notions about women who like sex.”

“If a man has sex a lot, he’s a stud. If a woman does it, she’s a slut. So it’s okay for a man, but bad for a woman.”

“Sort of. I mean… it just is. Women aren’t like men.”

I snorted derisively. “Whoever told you that is an idiot.”

“That’s a lot of people,” she muttered.

“Yeah, well, it’s a dumb idea. Women can like sex as much as men. But even then, everyone’s different. Some people like it a lot—yours truly—and some not so much. But sex isn’t bad by itself, as long as it’s consensual. I mean, it’s just… sex. It’s a physical act, a release.”

“But… it’s more than that. It’s love. It’s the union of a man and a woman.”

“Okay, now you’re spouting Catholic dogma at me.”

“Yes, you are,” I said without heat.

Atlanta Center saved us before the discussion could turn into a full-blown argument. The controller called and advised me of traffic at my ten o’clock. I turned serious immediately, and Christy knew enough to let me fly the plane instead of continuing to argue. I scanned the sky and replied to the controller that I had the traffic in sight.

“Sorry about that,” I said to Christy.

“It’s okay. You had to fly.”

“Right. And I don’t want to argue with you. In some ways we’re a lot alike. But in other ways we’re still two very different people. That’s okay.

We don’t have to agree a hundred percent on everything. The big things?

Yes. But even then, not right away. We’re still getting to know each other.”

She nodded, so I reached over and touched her hand. She held mine in

both of hers, which were warm and soft.

“I like getting to know you,” I said after a moment. “It’s… exciting.

Frustrating sometimes, but still exciting.”

“Although… I need to remind myself we’re taking baby steps.