The Ample Patient

My desk is layered with paper. Unopened mail forms a mountain in one corner. Rejected insurance claims forms a smaller mountain – more like a hill – in the opposite corner. Between is a low valley of checks and billing statements. For the last two hours I’ve been trying to finish entering the week’s payments into the computer, but I keep getting interrupted by nurses, patients, and phone calls. It looks like it is going to be one of those late nights again. I figure I have about three hours worth of work to finish up. It’s an hour before my supposed quitting time.

I glance out through a small window to see a near-empty waiting room. Only two patients remain. One of them, I already know, will be quick. She is a 16-year old girl who bashfully asked upon her arrival if the Doctor was female. This tells me that she wants a boob job. She will go in, whine about her life being miserable because she’s got a flat chest, and then Doctor Polichvich will give it to her polite but straight.

The second patient will be quick too. She’s back for a follow-up. The woman received breast reduction surgery two weeks ago, and she is back for the standard two-week follow-up appointment. Follow-ups take only a few minutes – assuming the Doctor does not discover an infection or other complication.

I work as a receptionist in a Doctor’s office. Most people think a receptionist just calls out your name when your turn comes up to see the doctor. Actually, it carries a lot more responsibility than that, especially when you work in a small, private practice like I do. I also carry the responsibility for the medical files, billings, schedule, and answering the phone – plus I call out the name of the occasional patient when their turn comes up to see the doctor.

I work for Doctor Susan Polichvich. Her specialty is reduction mammaplasty – which means she’s essentially boob doctor to you and me. She specializes in breast reduction and enlargement surgery, and that is how I first met her. Not for a boob job like the 16-year old in the waiting room, but just the opposite. I walked into her office about two months ago to ask about breast reduction surgery.

I am cursed – or blessed, depending on who you ask – with a set of double-D tits. I loved them when I was younger. I found a big set of tits were terrific when I wanted to get noticed or have a conversation with the most gorgeous stud in the room. They still work wonders, but as I got older my priorities matured. Often, I found my tits caught me the wrong kind of man. And then there is all that weight on my chest, plus the way the bra straps chaff my shoulders. So, on a whim one afternoon as I was driving home from my last day of work, I stopped to ask about getting them pared down to size.

She gave it to me polite but straight, just like she will do for the 16-year old. First, there are medical dangers. Breast surgery is a relatively simple operation, but putting someone under the knife always involves risk. Second, there is cost. Doctor Polichvich is cheap, and she charges $2,000 a pair. Third, virtually no insurance covers the expense. Unless a medical need exists – like breast cancer, for example – insurance companies don’t pay for cosmetic procedures. That was the real clincher for me, the cost, especially just after I was laid off my job as a receptionist in a dentist’s office.

I was ready to leave dejected, but not quite. “In every cloud,” as my Grandmother always used to say, “there’s a silver lining.” Sometime during my conversation in Doctor Polichvich’s office, I mentioned that my now former employer retired and I just lost my job. He let me go home early on my last day, and that is why I had time to stop by and do a little “boob shopping.” Lucky for me, Doctor Polichvich just happened to be looking for replacement receptionist for her own practice. Her receptionist gave a two-week notice just one week before. Polichvich needed a replacement, but she had been too busy to advertise or to interview. She asked if I wanted the job on the spot.

* * * *

“Next patient Martha,” One of the nurses pokes her head in through the doorway.

“Lucy!” I stand to call the 16-year old. “The doctor will see you now. If you still want to go in?”

She takes a deep breath and nods to me.

I take the clipboard with her chart – which isn’t much of a chart because it’s her first and probably only visit – and show her the exam room.

“I’m going to see the female doctor, right?” She questions nervously.

“We have only one doctor here,” I explain. “And yes, she is still female. Just try to relax. She’s real nice.”

“Do I need to undress or anything?”

“Not yet,” I tell her. “A nurse will be with you shortly. She’ll ask some basic medical questions, and then she’ll let you know if you need to get undressed or not.”

The young girl gives me a nervous nod.

I hang her chart on a hook beside the door, and do a quick change of the sign to say, “occupied.”

One down; one to go. Maybe I can get out earlier than I think. I take a quick glance into the waiting room to see the follow-up patient still waiting. I had hoped she maybe got tired of waiting and decided to leave, but no such luck. At least nobody else joined her. We sometimes get surprise patients at the end of the day. I hate it when patients think they can stroll in right at 5:00 PM and expect to see the doctor. The sign on the door says we close at 5:00 PM. That means everyone in the office is supposed to leave at five, not that the last appointment is at five.

I sit back down to try to finish entering the checks into the computer. Most offices would hire a consultant to do this, but Doctor Polichvich can’t afford one. She refuses to “use my talent as a plastic surgeon to cater exclusively to the rich,” as she puts it. That’s part of the reason she located her office in what I call the underprivileged side of town. We sit in a strip mall with a liquor store on one side and a donut shop on the other. I don’t know how many square feet we occupy, but I can say the waiting room sits just 6 patients and we have only 2 exam rooms. The dentist I used to work for had more space than this.

As for my own office, it isn’t much either. I long ago concluded the builders must have added it as an afterthought. The walls form a triangle with my desk parked tight up against one wall, the door to the exam rooms occupies the second, and a small window looking out into the waiting room sits in the third. I have to always keep an eye out into the waiting room to make sure no inebriated liquor store customer walks in by mistake.

“Excuse me,” A deep, masculine voice interrupts my progress. “I hope you can help me.”

I glance at the clock on the computer. “4:45 PM” “Another last minute customer,” I think silently to myself, but then realize the voice comes from a man.

And what a man! I look over to see a set of deep blue eyes glair down at me from the open window. He looks gorgeous, a beautiful smile centered on a handsome face. On his head sits a mop of long, blond hair. His chin supports a cute dimple in the center. And those blue eyes! I can’t get over those deep, blue eyes!

“I sure hope I can,” I answer more assertively than I should. “I mean yes, are you here to pick someone up?”

The words sound strange coming out of my lips. I hope he is here to pick me up, but then I think of the 16-year old I just showed inside. If this is her boyfriend, a boob job might very well be worth the expense.

“No, actually I’m here to see the doctor,” He corrects me.

“Oh! Then you must be an acquaintance,” I conclude. I wonder if he is her new boyfriend. Susan – I mean Doctor Polichvich – never told me about this one!

“No, no acquaintance,” He corrects my assumption. “I’ve never met her before. I’m here as a patient.”

This confuses me. A male patient to see a boob doctor? It doesn’t make sense. There actually is such a thing as breast reduction surgery for a man. The medical term is Gynecomastia, but this man is obviously in no need of Gynecomastia. He already has the perfect body. I’ve been working for Susan six weeks now, and this is her first male patient.

“Excuse me,” I lower my voice to speak more discretely. “I don’t think you understand. You see, Doctor Polichvich is a plastic surgeon who specializes in the female breast. You know, like breast enlargement, reduction, or plastic surgery after a mastectomy. This is her outpatient office.”

He smiles back at me. It is a beautiful smile. I only wished it belonged to a brighter guy. But then I suppose he doesn’t need to be bright, not with his good looks and all. I hear men talk about dizzy blonds. I think this must be the equivalent in the male variety.

“I’m well aware of the Doctor’s specialty,” He lowers his voice to match my own. He has a sexy, quite voice, one of those voices that sounds like a whisper but remains perfectly clear. “Actually, that’s exactly why I am here. I work at a club two blocks down the street,” He motions in the general direction. “I drive by her sign all the time on my way to work. I always found it tempting, so today I left early to stop by.”

He leaves me thoroughly confused. He wants an appointment with a doctor that works on boobs, but he is most obviously a man. He sounds intelligent, yet he makes ridiculous requests. I start to wonder if the guy might not be all there – I mean, in the head.

“Please,” He almost pleads. “I just want a word with her. Don’t worry, it’s got nothing to do with my breasts or the breast of anyone else. I am just hoping she might point me in the right direction.”

“Um, I don’t know,” I stumble, not knowing what to say. “We close at five, you know, and the Doctor normally refuses appointments after four-forty unless it’s important.”

“I can return next week,” He offers. “How about next Friday? I prefer as late in the day as possible. I start work at seven.”

The last thing I want is for this nut case to return – well, let me put that a different way. Actually, I want this hunk of a man to return again and again, but it’s just that nothing he says makes sense. What kind of job only starts at seven at night? And he says he works two blocks up the street. The only businesses two blocks up the street are an adult video store and a strip joint. I wonder if he might be one of those sleazebags who hangs out at X-rated attractions. He certainly doesn’t look like your typical sleazebag, but then I start to think maybe he is a pimp.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. “None of this makes sense! Doctor Polichvich is busy with real patients. If you want to see a doctor, you really need to go to your own physician or you can always stop by County Hospital.”

A look of disappointment comes over his face. I worry I might have upset him. Even worse, I worry he might be a little crazy and maybe I just pushed him over the edge.

“I really am sorry,” I try to console.

“I understand,” He accepts. “But let me first explain. This is a bit embarrassing, but once I explain my situation I think you will understand. Could I at least ask you to carry a message back to the doctor to ask her if she is willing to see me?”

I remain confused, but nod my head anyway. “I guess so,” I accept him.

“Good! Then please tell her I only request she point me in the right direction. I don’t expect her to do the surgery herself. It’s not her specialty, but I figure her specialty is closely related. I’m hoping she might at least be able to provide me enough information to show me where to go. Maybe she even knows a name?”

I shrug my shoulders. “She might,” I don’t know what else to say. He hasn’t told me anything yet.

“It’s like this,” He speaks more quietly and his head almost comes through the window. I smell him, and he smells good. There’s something about strong, handsome men that makes them smell good.

“I just logically figured a Doctor who does plastic surgery to reduce breast sizes in women,” He speaks shyly. “Well, she might know something about reducing penis size in a man.”

I think my eyes pop out of my sockets. My jaw most definitely drops to the floor. I can’t believe what I have just heard! I wonder if I really heard what I thought I heard! I think again that he might be a nut case. And then I wonder if he might be part of some practical joke. April fool’s Day was over three months ago. My 28th birthday is approaching, but this is a bit early for a gag gift.

“Excuse me?” I almost choke on my own words.

He repeats himself, and I hear it again. “I’m here to hopefully get some information on penis reduction surgery,” He says.

The gears in my head turn quickly. He said he worked at the club two blocks down the street. The strip joint club! And Friday night is Lady’s night – or so I’ve heard. I never went myself, but I could not help but overhear a few patients in the waiting room occasionally joke about the male strippers on Friday nights. Women can be such sluts when no men are around.

And what he asks actually carries a strong thread of logic. A doctor trained in breast reduction surgery might logically know something about penis reduction surgery too – if there even is such a thing. I never heard of it myself, but then I’m no doctor. Who knows?

“I understand!” My face must look like it has been blessed with some cosmic revelation. It takes me a few seconds to come back down to reality. “Now I understand, but I’m not sure if the doctor would be willing to see you or not,” I admit truthfully. “I’ve only just been on this job for six weeks, and you’re the first patient to ask such a thing. I used to be a receptionist in a dentist office, and we never had to worry about things like this.”

I realize I am rambling. It is what I do when I get stressed. For some strange reason, I talk when I get stressed out. Rambling relaxes me, and right now I need a lot of relaxing. My pulse races. I think my hands shake. It is a good thing I am already sitting, else I probably would have fallen over.

“Anyway,” I force myself to shut up. “I’ll go ask her.”

He looks pleased. He gives me his great big smile again. His teeth are so white they sparkle. And those eyes!

“That’s all I ask.” He turns back into the waiting room, giving me a view of his entire body and of his behind. This is the first time I get a view of his entire body. He is a big man – in more ways than he just pointed out. A muscle shirt shows off his bulging biceps. Tight shorts display a tight ass. I figure he must weigh in at about 250 pounds, and I bet there isn’t an ounce of fat on him.

* * * * *

I have trouble getting up from my desk. My legs feel numb. My heart continues to race. I need time, time to think. I feel as if I just saw a ghost.

“Did I really hear what I thought I heard?” I ask myself. “Did a fabulously handsome man just ask me about reducing the size of his penis?”

I know what this means, of course. A male stripper wanting his dick pared down to size can only mean one thing! It is obvious! He must really be hung! I naturally want to know how hung, and then I remember the strip joint. I make a promise to myself to visit next week. I will sneak my way into a seat in the back corner so he won’t notice, and then I will check out his size.

Doctor Polichvich and the young girl come out of the exam room just as I step out of my office.

“What about those pills they show on those commercials?” The young girl cries.

“Bogus, I’m afraid,” Susan wraps a consoling arm around her. “They’re just specialty formulated vitamins. You can try them if you want. They won’t do any harm. But it’s cheaper if you just eat healthy and take standard vitamin supplements.”

I silently point to my office, not wanting to interrupt but needing to get her attention.

Polichvich nods.

“There’s no charge because I really didn’t do anything,” She continues to console the young girl. “Come back if you need to talk.”

I duck back into my office as Doctor Polichvich bids the young girl goodbye and gives her a few pointers. She hands over a pamphlet hanging on the wall that has the numbers for various support groups and the suicide prevention hotline – just in case.

“You need me?” She pokes in her head a minute later.

“Close the door,” I tell her. “I need to talk to you about a request of a walk-in.”

“Do you mean Mrs. Alvery?” She looks out to the reception area. “Do you think she’s having complications?”

I shake my head. “Not her, the other one.”

Susan looks. “Wow! What a hunk!” She takes in a breath. “I didn’t even notice him! I must be getting old.”

Susan isn’t that old, maybe in her mid 40s. I can tell she still has good tastes in men. We don’t often talk to each other about our private lives, but I know from the two nurses that she’s twice divorced and currently lives with a guy.

“He’s an even bigger hunk than you think,” I urge her to sit on the folding chair that suddenly appears from behind the door as it closes. I don’t want him to see us talking.

“You have me interested!” She laughs. “But what on Earth are you talking about?”

I suddenly find myself at a loss for words. How should I say it? How should I phrase his question? My naturally gabby personality goes away and leaves me embarrassed.

“Well?” Susan prods. “I have one patient in back and another in front!”

“Actually,” I correct her. “You have two patients waiting in front, provided you care to talk to him.”

“What about?” She questions. “Is he growing boobs or something?” She laughs, but I fail to see the humor.

“I told him I would pass on his question,” I begin shyly. “But it’s kind of embarrassing just to ask it.”

Susan seems to understand my reluctance. She sits back in the chair and waits. I suppose this is the same way she has to treat a lot of her young patients when they are too embarrassed to ask about breast reduction or enhancement surgery. She must simply wait until they are ready.

“The guy might be a little crazy,” I first give my personal opinion. “Or maybe this is all part of some elaborate joke. I don’t know! I just know that he asked me to pass on a question and ask if you would be willing to see him.”

Susan nods without talking.

“It’s like this,” I give it to her straight. “The guy is interested in a reduction, but not to his boobs.”

She returns a look of confusion. I hoped my hint would be sufficient for her to understand, but apparently not.

“What I’m talking about,” I lean over and almost whisper into her ear. “He asked about reducing the length of his penis.”

I do not see her reaction. I am leaned over too close to her face to see it, but I hear it. I think she stopped breathing. Maybe her heart started racing like mine.

“Interesting!” She quickly recovers. “Very interesting!”

“He knows it’s not your specialty,” I revert into my rambling mode. “But he logically figures you can maybe send him where to go. He asked if he could like maybe talk to you a few minutes. Maybe you could give him some suggestions or the names of some doctors. Maybe you know some fellow plastic surgeon who might be able to help.”

Susan nods while I ramble on. She leans back in the chair, looks up to the ceiling, and seems to think. I don’t know if she hears me.

“It appears as though I would be a fool not to see him,” She concludes after I finish. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

She smiles, and I know what she means.

“Yes,” I agree. “I wouldn’t mind seeing him too!”

She laughs at this remark. “Then tell him he can come in, but he will have to wait until my other patients are through. Treat him just like any other patient. Start setting up a chart on him. Get all his personal information. Ask for his name, address, allergies, medications, phone number…”

She needs not go on.

“And one more thing,” Susan pauses at the door. “Ask him his length and how much he wants it shortened.”

She says this professionally, with no emotion. I do not even realize the impact of her words until she turns the corner and disappears.

And then I was cumming. I couldn’t cry out, and I couldn’t get that meat out of my mouth because Jason was forcing it into me. I was rolling and heaving, and yet Jason kept his mouth fastened to my cunt. And then I felt the hot sperm pouring out of the hole in the end of his prick, surging into my mouth till I had to swallow it in great gulps. I felt so powerful, making him cum and feeling his very manhood pouring into me, that my own cumming increased, and long after Jason’s hose had finished filling my mouth my genitalia from my cunt lips to the deep end of my vagina went on throbbing and surging in the throes of orgasm.

I hope the others enjoyed the party. I sure did!!!

“-The end- ”

As midnight rolled passed, the nude guests decided it was time to really show the neighborhood that nudists are proud of their bodies and like to show the world. So after the coke and drinks had taken effect, a couple of guys and a girl rode bikes around the block but reported back that they didn’t think anybody saw them. So it was a hollow exhibition although exciting to them.

When they got back all excited and hearts racing, I reminded them how a rush that exhibitionism is and they should do it more. Many people were smoking on the front porch and although shaded by an arbor, still visible from the street. This was such a turn on for the smokers, others joined just to be outside.

Soon people started showing up nude. They heard from friends what it was all about and drove over to Bonnie’s. Some arriving nude in the car. They would drive by the front and we could see that they were nude and the women did a lot of boob shaking, but when they finally found a parking spot and realized they had a long walk, they put on some clothes. As soon as they got to the front of the house though they couldn’t wait to get nude and dropped their clothes walking through Bonnie’s front yard to the house.

So much for the line-before-nude rule but they were already pretty tanked and knew what to expect. Although I love trying to guess what people will look like nude when they’re still wearing clothes. I can’t tell at all what the guys will look like, and don’t care, but women have so many different shapes, and clothes that change their shapes, that it’s a pretty fun game. I only do this when I know I’ll find out what she looks like in a few minutes, like someone arriving at a nude beach. I had plenty of opportunity for this game tonight, so I felt a little cheated when they arrived nude.

Karen feeling a little left out, as I was mingling with my friends, so decided to take another girl and go get munchies and beer at the 7-11, both nude. She grabbed the shyest girl there and finally convinced her to go. She took my friend Kelli, who was reluctant but knew it was good for her. Kelli is a very close friend of mine who is a true blond all over. She’s cute in her own way although not exactly svelte. I was actually shocked that she even came to the party at all, but she’s shocked me before.

She wears such conservative clothes and she usually hides her body, but she had no problem striping after seeing all the hard dicks in the room. I know she didn’t have a current boyfriend and she confessed one day that she goes nuts without regular sex. When she finally found me in the back room doing a line on the beautiful butt of Stella, she just froze.

My butt was pointed in her direction but somehow she instantly identified me. As I turn around and expose myself, both of our mouths drop and realize that this was a day we both thought about a lot, and we would forever be closer friends. I just couldn’t resist though and I stepped closer to give her boobs a caress. She returned the gesture by giving my dick and balls a good feel. It was the best grope I got all night.

So Karen and Kelli both took off walking down the street, with Karen proudly in front. They were gone awhile, but when they got back they said that they were talking to lots of people and really going for the shock factor. Bending over to look at something low on the shelf and brushing their boobs up against the counter. They really liked the attention and brought all kinds of stuff back, which was on the house.

Kelli felt so proud and confident when she got back, conquering a fear she never thought she had. She stayed outside just about the rest of the night, proud of her new self. We would discuss the night many times over the next few months and she even joined me once at the nude beach.

People started hearing about the party and calling Bonnie’s place to confirm the rumors. She would tell them to come on by. The house was getting rather full, so I talked Bonnie into asking the neighbor in the adjoining house if the party could spill over to their place. The couple also has a big enclosed yard and Jacuzzi. They are an older couple, but seem hip enough.

The problem is that it was late and none of us wanted to get dressed. So Bonnie and I went over there nude and were surprised that he answered the door nude. He told us that both of them have been sneaking glances over the fence and have been sneaking around nude in their own yard for most of the night. He’s wanted to get his wife to do something like this for years, but she’s always too shy and worried about what other people will think.

They often go nude in their Jacuzzi, but only at night. He often walks around nude in the house and gives her great sex after. So, she’s interested in pleasing him but just thinks it’s bad and it wasn’t how she was raised. He mentions that Bonnie and I walk around nude in the house when he is sometimes outside doing yard work. He even admitted once to purposely position himself outside Bonnie’s window waiting for a show.

So they agreed to let our party overflow into their big yard and Jacuzzi, but his wife was really shy about showing her nude self to strangers, but was still intrigued about the thought of a nude party. So, a few of the party girls were rounded up to talk to her and ease her fears. She slowly felt better and was ready, although she went inside to change into some lingerie. She said that she needed to do this in stages.

As soon as the neighbor lady saw a few good swinging dicks walk into her back yard, she got real excited. And I knew it would be no time before she was nude. The neighbor guy was already nude and was real excited that a bunch of nude college girls were going to party in his back yard. To get to his yard you had to go around the house, which was exposed to the street. It was only 10 yards but it was fun watching people run between the houses with everything bouncing.

I went around and talked to everybody to see how they liked it. There were only a couple of us that have done something like this before. I love hearing about people’s first time nude experience. There were definitely plenty of converts that night. Bonnie was just downright giddy and said that all night her nipples were hard and she was dripping wet.

People were talking about body parts very casually. I got a hard-on just overhearing those conversations. There was also a lot of teasing going on. Girls pulling on their nipples while they we talking to a guy and wiggling their tight butts.

The guys too couldn’t keep from fondling their own dicks. Not having any pockets for our hands, our dicks provided a convenient plaything to keep our hands busy. Besides, I think it’s just a natural instinct for a guy to want to fondle his genitals when a sexual moment passes. And this party was a definite sexual overload. The girls though loved this wanton self gratification from the guys. It was fun to watch and the guys all stayed quite hard.

Stella, our bottomless streaker, just loved showing off her shaved lips. A guy would approach her and comment that he liked the shape of the little patch of hair and she would pull it up a little to show off her shaved lips. Likewise, the guys would get requests for penis tricks or personal genital interviews.

Kelli, my best friend who went with Karen to the 7-11, kept looking at Stella to distraction. I dreamed about seeing Kelli nude for years, although she doesn’t have that great a body, it was just that I wanted to see a different part of her. I always wanted to get her alone and nude for a late-night talk session.

When the clothes come off, the emotional walls come down, and I just know I would get to some of those secrets that Kelli guards so much. I finally had a chance to talk with Kelli for a bit about all kinds of stuff, as our usual. It was really strange though because we were face-to-face nude. A new chapter was borne between us that night, which led to many more late night talks in the nude.

I then press Kelli as to why she keeps staring at Stella and is mesmerized when she shows off her shave job to a guy. Kelli tells me that she always wondered what it would feel like with everything shaved. I knew she was horny because she didn’t have a current boyfriend, but I know from our talks that she’s real reserved when it comes to sex and doesn’t experiment much. She knows Karen and I have a quite active sex life. Bonnie keeps joking that Karen is a screamer and I must be doing something right.

I know Bonnie gets real turned on when Karen and I are going at it in the next room or on the couch. Anyways, Kelli confides that since she’s already being very brave to be nude at the party, why not shave herself completely.

I joke that she’ll have plenty of volunteers to shave her, but she insists on Stella doing it. She knows how to do it right. I go over and grab Stella away from the line that formed to take lines of coke off her cleavage, and tell her that Kelli wants to be shaved. She says sure and asks if Kelli wants it done privately in the bathroom or out in the open. I insist that it be done in the open even if Kelli balks.

Kelli agrees because she realizes everybody will see it soon enough anyway. So Stella grabs the necessary tools and lays Kelli on the bed in my room. A crowd starts to gather for the show. Stella is going for a complete shave job. The guys watching all have raging hard-ons and even start to play with their dicks a little. Stella was on her knees next to the bed and had her nude butt high in the air, and even wiggled it for the crowd. Her big D-size boobs popped out of her beautiful lace bra and swung free for the crowd. For the rest of the night, her boobs were proudly on display popping out of her now half-bra.

When Stella was finished, everybody admired her work as one of the guys suggested that Kelli take it for a test run. So a couple of lines were dropped between her legs and a few guys took the lines with the last one, Mike, licking up all that was left and then some. For the rest of the night, Kelli was proudly showing her new and very on-display shave job. By the end of the night three other girls got the same razor treatment for the delight of the guys. One being the ever-hot Teresa, who let me take the first body blow test run.

It seems that when people are nude in a relaxed and casual situation it’s OK to admire body parts and talk about them in a casual way. I saw plenty of times girls comparing boob size and crotch shaving techniques. There were even a few “Go ahead and touch it to see what I mean.”

The girls were very adept at letting a guy know that he was getting soft. They were ever vigilant, although the guys found it more difficult to talk about the state of arousal of the women. The more experienced guys realized that a girl’s arousal is less apparent and difficult to detect. Some women’s nipples just don’t get swollen at all, even when they are excited. Girls with smaller boobs have the advantage here, because I’ve noticed that their nipples are very sensitive and always swell when excited.

The bigger boobs just don’t have very active nipples and take a little longer to get swollen. They’re also behind thicker bras, which hides any swelling. A girl’s wetness can’t be seen at all, so us guys have a difficult time telling if a girl likes us or is ready for sex. Much to the frustration of us guys.

During these very open conversations about the arousal state of the guys, the banter started about what should be done about it. The guys even started kidding each other, although not in a way that would lead anybody to think they were gay. The coke and alcohol was really opening up the truths. All kinds of creative methods were used to get the guys big again, with even a little creative bargaining.

All during the night I had some really great philosophical conversations. Being nude drops those last remaining barriers and people really spill their most deepest feelings and secrets. I’ve definitely experienced this many times at nudist resorts and is one of the biggest reasons that I like to go. I seems that when people are nude in a relaxed and casual situation it’s OK to admire body parts and talk about them in a casual way.

I saw plenty of times girls comparing boob size and crotch shaving techniques. As the night wore on, the touching became more bold and rampant. The casual teasing was keeping the sexual tension very high, but everybody seemed to abide by the no sex rule. It was fun though, with about 50 nude college kids able to openly grope a stranger.

It seemed that as the night wore on and people were getting more amorous, people were openly talking about body parts and sex. It seemed that wherever I went, either in our house or the Jacuzzi next door that everybody was talking about sex. I knew people were going to start bonking each other soon, which I of course didn’t mind, but I really wanted to take the teasing to a furious pitch and hold off the inevitable orgy as long as possible.

There were a few couples that were getting really friendly, so I talked to them a little and explained that this was just a teasing party and there would be no sex. The sexual frustration level was at a fever pitch with everybody nude and talking about sex. But, that’s exactly what I wanted. I was trying to introduce everybody to the exhibitionist nudist lifestyle and how the build-up to sex is way better that just doing the bonk.

I was having a modicum of success with this, but it was starting to be a loosing battle. So, I thought some group games might make things interesting and get people concentrating on competition as a little distraction. Now thinking up some games was going to be difficult. So, I made an announcement to the entire party that it was now game time, and if anybody had some good ideas for a game to come and see me. I knew this would be a little difficult, because most sexy games have taking off clothes as the focus, and everybody was already nude except for those few women in the push-up bras.

Teresa was the first to have an idea and said that I’d really like it, but I just had to agree to go along without stopping her and not ask any questions. I looked at her, concerned about my no sex rule, but she said that I shouldn’t worry, it’ll be fun. Intrigued and excited, I gave her the nod. She then took a place standing up on the couch to make an announcement.

Interestingly though, there were two guys sitting on the couch, but instead of moving them aside to make room, she put each foot into the crotches of the stunned guys and her beautifully-shaped ass practically in their faces. She then blurted out an “ahem” to get the attention of the living room. As all eyes turned her way, she smiled in a “look what I’m doing” way and then proceeded to thrust each foot deeper into each guy’s crotch. Both guys let out a grunt as they sported Cheshire grins. I always did like Teresa’s dark humor and creativity.

She then loudly announced to the entire house, “It’s now time for the games to begin, and for the first game, every girl is to grab the ass of the closest guy, and every guy needed to grab the ass of the nearest girl, but not the girl grabbing his ass. Oh, and two hands on one ass is allowed, but each having it’s own cheek.”

The guys of course didn’t waste another second finding a naked ass to grab, which resulted in a collective mini-scream from every girl in the place. Although, only a few girls went for an ass. Teresa’s though was well attended to by the guys who had a heel crushing their balls.

Looking around the house, she noticed that not everybody was participating. So, being the ever-persuasive power woman that I’ve grown to admire, she loudly encourages, “Hey ladies, get with the program, or I’m going to insist that the guys grab something else.” Just about every girl let out a shriek, while every guy cheered. Go Teresa. That did the trick though.

What made it more interesting though, was the rule that you had to grab the ass of somebody that wasn’t grabbing you. Teresa noticed some frustrated people who didn’t have an ass in range. So she encouraged those people to wander about in search of a suitable ass, and also for everybody to keep those hands on those asses until she says so.

Now, imagine what a sight she created. People were furiously wandering around the house looking for a free ass cheek, while the one holding their ass had to follow behind. It was quite a scene, creating quite a ruckus. After everybody seemed to have found an ass, Teresa announced, “Ok, now that everybody has an ass, give it a … oh, hey, I don’t have one.” That prompted four guys near her to volunteer and backup towards her, jutting and wiggling their asses in the hope of being picked by the Asian cutie.

The place was roaring at this display, as Teresa stared intently, trying to pick one. She got all the ladies involved in the selection by saying, “OK ladies, which one should I pick…..hmmm.” The cat calls came flying from all directions, but in the end, Teresa said that one ass is never enough and grabbed two. With her command now of two guys in front, two guys to the rear, and at least ten minutes of ass grabbing, she announced, “OK everybody, give it one last hard squeeze and then a final spank.” Cheers were heard from all.

During the game, I got my ass grabbed from a girl that had just arrived, and was in the kitchen getting a beer. All I knew was that her name was Natalie and she came with another couple. She was still surveying the scene, with mouth still agape, and hadn’t taken off her clothes yet. When the three arrived, I explained the rules, but she wasn’t quite sure if she was going to even stay, much less get naked with a bunch of strangers.

By this late in the evening, I was relaxing the rules slightly, because we already had plenty of naked bodies. I looked around and only found two people that were still fully dressed and a couple girls wearing underwear. Still, a pretty good accomplishment though.

The couple Natalie came with though joined right in, with the girl pretty excited and bragging about finally having an opportunity to “show off her man.” I asked Natalie to at least stay for a beer. She grumbled, but stayed. Good thing too, because she was a knockout. And although somewhat conservatively dressed, had plenty of cleavage on show already. I even spied the edges of a tattoo down deep in the canyon. I just had to see what kind of tattoo she had between those big boobs.

She only had one sip of her beer, when she grabbed my ass in the excitement of the moment. Shocked that she found the courage, I firmly told her that she couldn’t leave now, not after grabbing a naked ass. She was now committed, as I outstretched my arm, as if to jokingly scold, and point to the pile of clothes in Bonnie’s room. I say, “Go on now, off with them, your friends are staying. See, they’re right over there and already nude.” As my eyes are unexpectedly transfixed on the couple barely discernable way in the back room waiting impatiently for their turn in the coke line. Both of them have bodies full of piercings and tattoos. Oh, that’s what she meant about showing off her man.

Natalie gives in at my instance, bows her head and sheepishly heads into the back room. As she’s walking away, I shout, “Can’t wait to see that luscious bod of yours.” With that comment, I actually see her raise her head a little as she disappeared into the bedroom. I just have a strong feeling, well desire, that there’s an awesome body under those baggy clothes. I sure hope the tactic works.

Thinking for a second, I find her very interesting and intriguing. She’s dressed a little on the conservative side, but is wearing a top that allows a view of a tattooed breast. She’s also hanging out with some pretty heavy duty Goth friends that jingle when they walk. Yet, also seems to be quite bashful. But I did catch a rambunctious glint in her eye when I turned around to see who was grabbing my ass. Interesting girl. But I can’t just stand out here in the living room waiting for her to emerge, hopefully nude, I just gotta get involved with this.

As I head into the back rooms, I have to make it look like I’m not spying or forcing her; just act cool. Well, since I do need another bump of coke and quick fluff anyways, I can just sneak a few quick peaks into Bonnie’s room to check on Natalie’s progress.

I sneak a quick glance into Bonnie’s room on the way to my bedroom, and see Natalie nervously wandering around the room, trying to avoid the piles of clothes. I’ll give her a little more time, and maybe send in a comforting soul in a few minutes. As I enter my bedroom, the coke room, I’m stopped by the sight of a beautifully-shaped ass sticking up high in the air. She’s kneeling on the floor, taking a body shot of coke from some guy’s very erect dick, and really putting her assets on display by arching her back and spreading her legs. Then I’m dumfounded to realize it’s my girlfriend, Karen.

It’s good to see she’s enjoying herself, because I really haven’t been paying too much attention to her tonight. I kind of brought her into this coke-laden, exhibitionist lifestyle and I gotta give her a lot of credit, she’s taken to it well. We’re very confident in our relationship, which gives us the freedom to be the total flirts that we are, while knowing that we always arrive together and leave together. I know she has plenty of admiring guys around her and has quite the rambunctious streak, but I too play with the girls.

Her thing is to frequent the nightclubs a lot, and I head down to the nude beach whenever I have a free afternoon. I know that she dances and teases lots of guys at the nightclubs, while I’ve been known to take girls to the nude beach with me. So, we each have our play on the side, but have always promised no sex with others, and to openly discuss any problems in our relationship that may lead us to stray. I have it pretty good, huh.

After Karen sniffed the coke from the underside of the guys erect dick, she gives the entire package a single long lick, before getting up off the floor and being surprised to see me watching. She’s understandingly a little embarrassed, but I kinda liked the show, so with an “it’s OK” tone, I asked if she’s enjoying the party. She gives me a big, wet French kiss and thanks me for getting this awesome party stared.

She says she just loves showing off her curvy Latin body to all these swinging dicks. Then she bounds down the hall mumbling something about a jog around the block. Knowing that she’s fully capable of streaking around the block, especially all coked-up, I yell back to her, “Maybe you should wait until after 2am for that… and take somebody with you.” She waves back at me saying she’ll wait then.

I love putting Karen in situations where she’s “accidentally” exposing herself to someone or pushing that exhibitionist envelope, but she’s always good about listening to me concerning her safety or if there’s a danger in getting caught by the police. Because she’s a young girl, she can get away with far more than I could. Naked girls get stared at, while naked guys get arrested. Such a lousy double standard. Well, it now looks like the party patrons will get to witness Karen, and hopefully more nudies, jog naked around the block come 2am.

I take another quick glance into Bonnie’s room and see that Natalie is now removing her shoes. We’re making progress. I still need a body shot, so I look around to pick my body. Let’s see, I think this time I want a body shot off of….hmmm…… ah, what the heck, go all the way. So, I search for a shaved crotch and I needed to find the beautiful, blond Russian. I haven’t seen her in awhile, but just then I hear her hoping it up in the front room. It seems that she just returned from another excursion down the block to Katie’s. I think I created a monster.

I asked her for a body shot (didn’t say where), but she only agreed if she could do one from me. I lead her into the back room, lay her out on my bed, and spread her legs all the way. She was quite flexible, but was a little uncomfortable, because none of the other body shots have been done from there tonight. I reminded her that she already agreed, so there’s no backing out now.

She finally relented, as I get busy spreading two very long lines of coke just barely outside of her slightly swollen lips. Any further in and the coke would get wet. I stood back to admire the scene, as I notice a crowd has gathered. I flash a boastful smile at the crowd and head in with my straw. The combination of the coke rush and sweet smell of her juices take me to a dizzying height, which overwhelms my senses causing me to fall back in ecstasy.

The crowd gasps, as all the guys watching shout out to be next. Stella looks up, sees me almost passed out on the floor, trying to figure out what just happen. I look her right in the eyes and coo, “You have the most amazing sweet smell I’ve ever experienced… thank you.” She is quite pleased with her effect on me, but starts to panic when she sees the onslaught of eager guys trying to get into the room.

I hold them back and say, “Guys, stop. It’s up to her, and what she says is final.” A much relief to Stella, as she reminds me that it’s her turn now for a body shot. I shoo the crowd away to give Stella some room. She then instructs me to take the same position that she did. I’m all excited getting into position and feel my dick starting to rise from its current semi-hard state. Stella stares down at my crotch and acts impatient, as she gets her face real close and starts to blow on it. That did the trick, as she cheers her success.

She then drops a single line from the swollen tip all the way down the shaft. She kneels down in position and I suddenly feel her grabbing around my entire ball sack and squeezing hard. With that same hand, she is expertly pressing real hard on the g-spot below the sack, taking me into quite a tizzy. She sniffs the line of coke as I uncontrollably let out a deep grunt of pleasure. She releases her grip and kisses her way up the shaft.

I’m in heaven as I come back to reality, and admire Stella’s beautiful body hovering over me. She pulls me up from the bed and I fall into her with a big, fleshy hug. I can feel her hard nipples dig into my chest as I also feel my dick pressed hard into her crotch. We both sigh as we part and go along our merry way back into the sea of nude people.

I snap back to reality and need to check on Natalie’s progress. I see that the Goth couple that arrived with Natalie are now in the bedroom with her. No doubt discussing her fear to strip. I enter and notice that the guy, Nick, is sitting on the far edge of the bed facing away from the girls. I ask why and the Goth girl, Petra, explains that Natalie doesn’t have much experience with guys, especially naked ones, and is still a little freaked out at this party.

The naked Petra is sitting next to Natalie, on the bed, and I notice that Natalie hasn’t looked my way once since I walked in. Petra continues that Natalie asked them both into the room, but Nick had to keep turned away. I see Nick look over his shoulder at me with a shrug. I say, “Well, I guess this thing is definitely freaking her out then.” as I point to my full erection standing straight out in front of me. So, to put her at ease, I sit down on the floor and grab the closest piece of clothing to cover my crotch.

The gesture works, as Petra gives Natalie a little jab to say it’s OK now. Natalie looks my way and almost in tears says, “I thought I could do it, really. I even grabbed your ass earlier, and that didn’t freak me out. I really don’t want to bring you guys down, but I think guys just scare me a little. Probably because I dwell on all the bad things I hear about.”

I talk with her for awhile, which seems to be calming her a little. I ask her if she’s ever done coke, which she responds that Nick and Petra have tried, but she just wasn’t ready for it yet. I mouth to Petra to just how old Natalie is, when Petra mouths back “Eighteen, but very naive.”

I boldly and enthusiastically tell Natalie that, “Tonight will start a new dawn. I promise you’ll leave here tonight a new woman. And with your friends, Nick and Petra here to protect you, there’s no better time to try something new. This house is full of nice, caring, sympathetic people that all went through the same emotions as you, some even did tonight, and look at them. They’re all enjoying themselves and thankful that I helped them get over one of their biggest fears. Nude is actually kinda fun and quite liberating. See Nick and Petra here, they are obviously comfortable with their bodies and by the end of the night, you will too. So, do I get a nod?”

Natalie gets a big hug and a few encouraging words from Petra, which seals the deal. Natalie looked up at me and nodded. I yelp, “Great, I’ll be back in a minute.”

I head over to my bedroom and get some coke supplies. When I returned, Natalie was already unbuttoning her pants and quickly turned away from me as I reentered, still shielding from seeing my dick. I kneel on the floor next to Nick, facing the bed and spread out the supplies. I prepare a bunch of lines for all of us while Natalie watches.

Nick is first, still careful to hide his crotch from Natalie. Petra sprawls out across the bed to take a couple of lines, as I couldn’t help whispering to her that she had a great bod. She smiles as we both gingerly look up at Nick. He didn’t seem to mind. By this time, Natalie had her pants off, but her long shirt was still covering her panties.

As she stands there, contemplating taking coke for the first time, each of us take the time to explain how it all works and what she should feel, just so she knows what to expect. We’ve all been there and so relate our personal experiences. She takes it all in. Convinced and accepting, she walked around to my side of the bed and kneeled beside me. Nick didn’t try to cover up this time and Petra was still sprawled across the bed, watching me check out her nice ass.

Just before the big moment, a guy and girl walk into the room, obviously just arrived. I recognize them from school and welcome them to the party. They both start to strip right away, and the guy has no problem getting naked, but the girl stops at her bra and panties and is having second thoughts. The guy doesn’t have any patience, and says, “Look Trish, we’ve been to a nude beach already, and there were lots of people around, so drop-em so we can get to this off-the-hook party.”

She says, “Ya, but there’s people here I know.” He quips back, “And, they’re already naked themselves, so what are they gonna say, huh.” She sees the logic and removes the rest of her clothes. They give us a wave and run out to join her nude friends. I look down to notice Nick sure liked watching that girl strip, by the way his semi-hard was twitching.

Back to the task at hand, I give Natalie the straw and enjoy the moment of watching her take coke for the first time. I pat her on the back and say, “You’re really gonna love this.” I leave the coke supplies on the bed as I stand up. Natalie’s face is now just inches from my still erect dick, but she doesn’t turn to look. I leave the three in the room and say I’ll be back in a bit. It’ll be a few minutes before the coke has its effect on Natalie.

Upon entering the living room, I realize that it’s now really packed and people are getting close enough to each other for plenty of ass bumping. I see some of the guys are taking real advantage of this. They’re standing with their girlfriends, acting all good, but rubbing asses with the girl behind them. It’s fun to watch the dicks grow, totally embarrassing the girlfriends.

Karen then runs up to me and announces that it’s now past 2am and time for a run around the block. I give her the OK, but ask if she’s taking someone along. She points to the two jock guys behind her and excitedly says, “They’ll join me.”

I announce loudly to the house, “Karen and these two guys are going for a jog around the block. Anybody want to join them?” After about a minute of people thinking about streaking through the neighborhood, a few more people joined Karen. I gave my nod, and without giving any of the volunteers’ time to think it over, Karen led four guys and two other girls out the door.

A few of us stood on the front porch watching seven naked asses run down the street. A few minutes later, they all came running back in the house trying to catch their breath, but all totally jazzed at what they did.

I then wanted to check back on Natalie’s progress and my little project. But before I did, I wanted to be rock hard so as to make a presentation for Natalie and get her to ask me questions about what scares her so much about guy’s dicks. I was talking to Jill at the time. We were just chatting away and both not trying to hide our sneak peaks of each other. Jill was quite voluptuous and was shaking those big boobs around all night. She had a lot of pubic hair, but at least it was blond, like Bonnie’s.

As we were talking, I just casually reached down and started playing with my dick. I loved the feeling of playing with myself while talking to a girl, nude or not. I just act casual about it, like it’s no big deal, knowing that it’s either shocking to the girl or she’s getting off on it. Either way, it’s fun to watch them squirm. So, as my dick gets to a full erection, pointing right at Jill, I say, “Well, it looks like I’m all fluffed now and ready to impress. What do ya think Jill?”

She stares directly at my fully erect dick and says, “Yup, you’re quite impressive there. I always wondered what was lurking under those shorts when we worked together on the newspaper. I swear I could see the outline sometimes. Do you wear boxers?”

I reply, “Really, you were checking me out. Well, that’s what I get for not wearing underwear.” She jumped back slightly at that comment, and gave me a leering smile. As I turn to walk into the back room, Jill reaches out for a quick grope. I return the gesture and give her boob a nice squeeze.

I enter Bonnie’s room all excited about what I’ll see. Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be much progress with Natalie’s clothes. She was still wearing that long shirt. A bored Nick said that there was progress, she lost the underwear, but was actually waiting for me to get back.

Natalie walked up to me and said, “I was waiting for you to come back. If I’m going through with this, I want you here.” I could tell the coke was taking effect. She was a lot more relaxed and dancing around the room. I suggest another bump, but this time we’ll do body blows as options. Petra gets all excited and wants one off my ass. I lay face down on the bed, as she does her lines. Nick is next and does a couple piles off Petra’s nipples. Natalie looks fascinated at this new trick, and wants to do one. But, shy as she is around men, takes a couple lines off Petra’s ass.

I then ask for Natalie’s ass, as we all anticipate her response. She finally says yes, lays down on the bed and gingerly pulls her shirt tail up to expose a really nice ass. I set a line on each cheek, making sure I don’t touch her skin with my hand. I announce that I’m going in and short both lines. I instruct her not to get up yet and explain about getting every last little flake. We needn’t waste anything. She reluctantly agrees, although unsure of what I meant. So, I reach over her and lick both cheeks. She’s a little startled, but says, “Oh, that wasn’t so bad.”

I then get her off the bed, sit on the edge myself and say, “Ok, girl, it’s time to feel that freedom.” We all intently watch as she unbuttons the remaining few and casts away her shirt. She opens her arms with a “ta-da”. Wow, she really does have a great bod under there. I could tell now that she had a tree-branch looking tattoo that completely curled under her left boob. You could even see the entire tattoo, because she had at least a C-cup or bigger without any sag. Those teenage boobs jut right out there without any hint of sag yet.

Nick asked if I liked his artwork. I flashed a big thumbs up on that one. Natalie’s boobs were definitely her best asset, but everything else was also nicely taught. And since she hasn’t explored her sexuality too much yet, she was in need of a thorough trimming. We all congratulated her success and sat on the top of the bed facing each other. I took this opportunity to ask Natalie point-blank about why she’s so afraid of a guy’s “thing.”

She opened up quite easily and began to tell us that she just doesn’t understand much about them and never had the opportunity to ask.

I said, “Well, you have two naked guys right here and we wouldn’t be embarrassed answering any questions. Go ahead, what do you want to know?” I rose up on my knees, spread my legs a little and thrust out my groin as an offering. She stared quite intently at my still hard dick as I stared back at those great boobs. I began the lesson by grabbing my dick and moving it all around, while I explained all that I knew.

This went on for at least twenty minutes, as Natalie was riveted the entire time. She really didn’t ask many questions, but when I was done, she thanked me profusely for finally helping her understand what it’s all about. She says that she was now ready to join the party and be naked around all those other people. The three of us cheered, but I suggested one last bump before heading out. We were low on coke, so I went back into my room for more. Jill was in there just finishing a body blow, and I just couldn’t resist giving those boobs a quick groping. I teasingly asked her to keep them handy, I want to visit them later.

Going back into Bonnie’s room, I see Natalie walking around quite casually without a hint of modesty. I explain to her that there’s a lot of touching going on at this party, and she shouldn’t feel shy at all touching someone else anywhere she likes, or even touching herself. Everybody’s become very open tonight, as she’ll see. As if to demonstrate, but actually trying to convince her to participate, I take my dick and start stroking and squeezing.

As she watches, I say, “See what I’m doing now. I’m forcing more blood into the head to make it bigger. You like to watch that?” She enthusiastically nods while still staring. I motion to Nick and Petra to join, but I see Nick has already started and Petra soon joins in with one hand twisting a nipple and the other playing with her clit piercings.

Natalie is soon joining us by first giving her boobs a good massage, and then fingering her crotch. She says, “I can’t believe I’m doing this with people watching me.” While she’s still going at it, I lead her over to the bed and gently push her onto the bed, face up. I tell her to keep those fingers going, as I put coke on each areola encircling each now-engorged nipple. I stand at the edge of the bed, between her legs and lean over her to take the lines.

My dick is resting on her hand and bobbing up and down to her rhythm. Finished with the snorting, I then suck on each nipple to get every last flake. I then grab her by the arms, pull her upright and lead her out into the main party. She stands quietly for a moment amongst all the naked bodies and slowly builds up to a big smile. My work here is done, so I introduce her to a couple of my friends and leave her to mingle.

It’s getting pretty late and the coke is all gone, so some people are already heading out. Quite a few though are leaving with their clothes in their hands for a naked ride home. And there’s a pretty large group of people taking the party onto the front porch, all comfortable at being nude. The party eventually thins out and leaves only a few people to crash at our place, being way to out of it to make it home.

Bonnie and I give them a comfortable space on the floor or couch to sleep it off. We did find one guy passed out in the alcove on the front porch. He was too heavy to bring into the house and still nude, so Bonnie just left him there for the night, after covering him with a big towel. He was very surprised in the morning, waking up to a busy street wondering what happened to his clothes.

He didn’t seem to remember a thing from the previous night, and we found out later that some of his friends were messing with him and took his clothes home with them. We eventually got him back to the dorm, but not before Bonnie had some fun with his head. She had him totally convinced that he performed some pretty racy stunts in the nude and the whole school will be talking about him. All this of course as she teasingly parades in front of him still nude, enjoying the power she has over his loins.

Needless to say, the party was a huge success and was the buzz on campus for a couple of semesters. It even took months for some people to track down their clothes. The massive cost of the coke necessary to loosen-up 50 university students prevented another party of the same magnitude, but smaller parties with the same theme popped-up once in awhile.