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"Oh!" she exclaimed, as my cock throbbed against her. I really needed something new to think about...

"How did you get into nudism?" I asked, moving on to her temples. I never would have guessed it from class. Then again, how would I have? She wore clothes whenever she went to work. It wasn't as though she had shown up one day naked. "Darn, I knew I forgot something! Silly me! Must be because I was at a nude beach all day yesterday!"

"Oh, I started back when I was about your age, actually. Already ten years! I'm getting so old."

"No, you're not. You look like you're still in college."

"Ah, dangerous hands and a dangerous tongue... You are going to be popular. No wonder the girls lined up for your backrubs.

"Well, anyways, I was working at a summer camp as a counselor after my freshman year of college. It was fun. We got to do activities with the kids every day, and the other counselors were a load of fun. That was actually when I realized how much I enjoyed working with kids. If not for that, I'm not sure I'd have become a teacher.

"So one night, some of the counselors drove down to the beach for a swim after the kids were all asleep. We had the beach to ourselves because it was so late, so we decided to go swimming. Someone made a joke about skinny dipping, and then one person's suit came off, and then another's, and it just went from there. Pretty soon everyone was naked.

"It was fun, but for me, it was a lot more than that, too." She turned to the side and looked at me from the edge of her eye, her lips just inches from mine. "When I was younger, I had some body image issues. My mother always said I was too fat for a Chinese girl. She said I had an American body. When you hear that kind of thing all the time, it sticks with you. I never felt comfortable in my own skin. I was always worried people were judging me, thinking I was too big, that I was ugly. I thought I'd never get a boyfriend, that no one would ever want to date me. I went on a bunch of diets, and I always wore extra layers, so no one could tell how big I really was."

She turned back away from me. "But when we were all skinny dipping, I realized that no one cared. I was shy at first. I was the last one to take off their suit. Hell, I had even been wearing a shirt over it at first. But once I did, no one gawked or stared. I felt like my body was normal for the first time since I could remember. I felt normal. I wasn't the fat girl. I was just emma."

"You're not fa-"

emma stopped me with a raised finger. "Shush, John. I know you mean well, but, well, it's hard to explain if you haven't gone through it yourself." I kept my mouth shut and listened, moving my hands down to her lower back. Sure, she wasn't a stick. She had some meat on her bones and her stomach had a slight roll when she bent over, but she certainly wasn't fat. She had a pleasant plumpness to her. She was zaftig. She'd be perfect to hug and to hold and to cuddle with every morning. Imagine waking up with her in my arms...

"So what happened next?" I asked.

"Well, it was pretty easy to keep it up that summer. We'd go skinny dipping every chance we got, and it was just wonderful. When the summer ended, I was pretty bummed. I didn't think I'd get another chance like that. But then my junior year, I met Baoqing. I mentioned her before, the friend I usually stay with here?

"We took a class together, and we got to talking, and when I mentioned how much I had loved skinny dipping, she told me about this place, and about how she was a nudist. I started going over to her apartment to study, and it'd be my chance to be nude in a safe space. I had a roommate, so I couldn't really do it in the dorms. I guess it sounds weird, but at the time it was my break from the world. I started to feel better about myself. I stopped dieting so much. I became happier and healthier, both physically and mentally.

"And then the next time she came out here with her family, she invited me along. And what can I say? I fell in love with this place. It was just what I needed. I've been coming here ever since. This is my real home, where I can really be myself and feel comfortable."

She sighed. "I hope that wasn't too heavy for you... I've never really talked about it with anyone since Baoqing."

I stopped massaging her. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly, pulling her against me. "It wasn't too heavy at all. Thank you for sharing that with me."

emma embraced my arms, patting my elbow. "Thanks for listening. It feels nice to talk about it with someone."

"Well, I'm always here for you if you want to talk about anything else. I don't mind."

"I might just take you up on that. Your girlfriend's a lucky gal."

"I don't have a girlfriend," I corrected her, returning my hands to her back.

"I don't believe it. No special girl waiting for you back at college? No one to keep you warm during long nights of studying?"

"Nope. Haven't had much luck yet."

"Oh? That's too bad. Well, the summer's a good time for a fling. I'm sure you could find a cute, young girl to have some fun with while you're here."

"It wouldn't feel right. I don't know... I'd rather be with someone I have a connection with. I don't just want a fling."

emma reached down and squeezed my thigh, leaving her hand there as she moved her palm in slow circles. "My, my, you really are a man. I'm impressed by your maturity, John. You're doing very well at college."

"Thanks..." I squeaked out. I could feel the heat radiating off my face. I was surprised I had the blood for it, considering where it all was... "emma?" I asked, massaging her neck.

"Yes, John?"

"...It's not going away..."

She squirmed a bit, rubbing against my hard-on. I really wanted her to keep doing that... "Trust me, I've noticed... Maybe we should try Plan B." She got up and switched to her seat, turning to look back at me. Her eyes lowered and widened . "Oh, wow. Okay, um, I think you should try a quick swim, to, erm, get rid of that," she advised, her eyes continually raising to meet my own, only to be drawn inexorably back down to my twitching manhood. Was it just the sun, or were her cheeks red? Her nipples were hard, too, protruding brazenly.

"Good idea," I said, standing up as slowly as I plausibly could, enjoying the heat of her gaze on me. The warm sand squeezed between my toes as I made my way into the ocean. I waded in up to my crotch before diving in, washing off my sweat and the warmth of the sun from my skin. I swam out a ways before emerging from the sea. The last thing I needed was to bump into anyone else. When I turned back to shore, emma was watching me from over her book. Her eyes quickly darted back down. Her legs were parted, one supine, one at an angle. From the water, she was offering an excellent view, whether she intended to or not. I wished the ocean were colder... This could take a while...

Had she really been staring? Even if she had, it had probably been the kind of morbid curiosity that makes people stare at car accidents. She couldn't have been checking me out. Could she? I shook my head. Did I really think I was going to seduce my teacher? I'm sure she would never talk to me again if I even tried. She just wanted to be friends and stay in touch. Nothing more.

She didn't feel like she was just a teacher anymore. She felt like a woman. I wished I had held onto her longer. Who knew when I'd get another chance? And it felt so right to hold her in my arms and comfort her. We fit together perfectly.

She was also a decade older than me. I was just a kid to her, whatever she said. I wished that I could just know what she was really thinking.

Well, that should be enough to stay flaccid for a while, I decided. I came out of the ocean and walked back to emma. The breeze against my wet flesh was chilly enough to give me goosebumps. The sensation against my crotch was certainly interesting, though... It felt so strange to feel the breeze there. I lay down next to emma, rubbing my feet against each other to try to brush off the sand I had collected on my walk back.

"How's the water?" emma asked.

"Refreshing! A bit cold, though."

Her eyes glanced down to my crotch. "Yeah, I can tell." She held her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, John! It just came out!"

I just laughed. "It's alright, emma. It's nice to see this side of you."

We spent the rest of the afternoon together, reading, talking, and taking some dips in the water. She went through a few of her piña coladas, I noticed, which she always ordered with a bit of extra pineapple juice. I stuck to Coca-Cola.

As her glasses emptied, emma got touchier while we were talking. Her hand kept finding its way to my shoulder and thigh, lingering there throughout the conversation. I didn't mind, but it did mean I had to take a couple of extra dips in the water. She didn't seem overly opposed either, if her ogling was any indication. Was she flattered? Or perhaps just amused at my hair trigger? Whatever her reasons, I was beginning to suspect she was doing it on purpose.

"John, do you play chess?" she asked, staring off into the distance. I followed her gaze and saw a giant chess board. I had seen it earlier, but hadn't had anyone to play a game against yet.

"Yeah, do you?"

"Since I was a kid. I used to go to chess club every week, but then my parents showed me Searching for Bobby Fischer, and it scared me off chess for a while. I got back into it when I was an adult, but it's hard to find someone to play games with live. Mr. Zook plays, though. Sometimes we'll play a game over lunch. Do you want to play a game?"