3 comments/ 12119 views/ 1 favorites Allie Rides Again By: YDB95 NOTE: This is a sequel to my story "Pulling a Felicia". Reading that story first, while not absolutely necessary, is strongly recommended as it contains a lot of background on the protagonist and how she got where she is now. It was a hopelessly dark November day when Allie decided the time had come to brave the university pool. She was nudged a bit, to be fair. But the gloomy city afternoon was perfect for a racy pick-me-up, and so Allie was open to being nudged. She was especially open to an invitation by shy Scott from Torts, one of the few first-year law students who made a point of dressing up for class like Allie always did. Retiring but quietly friendly, he had become one of Allie's closer friends through their very hectic first semester, and he had always been welcome eye-candy in his sweaters and crisply ironed slacks in those precious free moments just before and after class. Whenever she found herself awash in a room full of colleagues in old college sweatshirts and jeans, his presence – no matter how far across the room – always provided Allie with relief from any concern that she was overdressed in her own preppy clothes (which she suspected he also enjoyed admiring). But for all that, they were still only fairly casual friends when he approached her after class that day. There simply hadn't been time for a great deal of intimacy. Naturally, then, Allie was as surprised as she was delighted when he approached her while she was zipping up her backpack. "Hi, Allie," he said, sounding just as nervous as a teenager asking a girl to dance for the first time. "Scott, hi!" Allie replied with a smile she hoped would put him at ease. "Say, I love your sweater!" He was wearing a particularly smart forest green number that wrapped itself ever-so-tightly around his slim abs, as sexy as it was warm on that chilly day in the drafty old classroom. "I wish there were more of us who dressed up for class." "Thanks! You're looking great too, as usual." Allie was wearing a blazer and turtleneck and gray slacks, actually one of her plainer outfits for wearing to class, but the day had begun as a fairly plain day. "Anyway," Scott continued, still looking rather nervous. "A few of us are meeting at the pool at four today for water polo. I thought I heard you mention last week that you'd been meaning to try out the pool one of these days, so if you'd like to join us..." At this, Allie felt her heart bounce into her throat and back again. It was true, she had said that, and she really did want to brave the pool one of these days, and it was not as if she had anything to be ashamed of...but with Scott? And who knew which among the other guys in their class? To say nothing of the female classmates who would discover her secret in the locker room? Stop it, you've got nothing to be ashamed of, she said to herself. He might even like it, and if he doesn't, good riddance! "Sure!" Allie said. "It's perfect weather for that, isn't it?" "Exactly what we were thinking this morning," Scott said. "So, see you at four?" "You sure will," Allie said, smiling through the mild panic that hadn't quite passed. She was dying to ask who else would be there. But it was too late for that to matter, and besides, she reminded herself once again, any problem the others might have with her was just that – their problem. She had gotten all that out of the way a year and a half before on her visit to the nudist camp with Corri and the guys, when nearly everyone except Corri had embraced her look. It was a welcome she had never forgotten, and a clean break with her nasty childhood "friend" that she had never regretted. That final fling with her high school friends, while extremely memorable, had not exactly been life changing. It had, however, inspired her to gain a great deal of confidence in her body, and life since then had only strengthened that confidence. It had given her the resolve to ditch her boyfriend Jim the year before, when he had pestered her to shave her pussy. The poor guy had tried to hide his repulsion on seeing her nude for the first time – he'd tried, but he had failed – and it had only gone downhill from there. It was Sunday brunch at the end of their first weekend together when he'd asked gently but firmly if she would consider getting a Brazilian. "Absolutely not," Allie had said, already thanking her lucky stars that the sex had been no great shakes. "But the bare look is so sexy, Allie!" he'd whined. "And I've heard it feels better for the woman, too." "Which part feels better, Jim? The pouring hot wax on the most sensitive part of my body and pulling the hair out afterwards, or the itching when it grows back in?" "No, I mean, you know, sex when you're bare! It's supposed to be a lot better." "It isn't, Jim. I've tried it. For years I tried it, and I'm never going back. I'm comfortable with being natural and furry – in fact, I love it – and I'm never going through that pain and that hassle again. End of story." The jerk had paid for her brunch and kissed her cheek and mumbled something about calling her when they both knew he wouldn't. And, thank heavens, he never had. Though her feelings were hurt, Allie already had already known then that there were plenty of men out there who would appreciate her thick, full bush. Perhaps, she told herself now, Scott would be one of them. Or one of the other guys who would be learning her secret that afternoon. With a plucky smile, she tamped down the butterflies in her stomach with a reminder that she was not the one who had anything to be ashamed of. Besides, a bit of male attention would be nice after having her nose buried books for the prior two months. Allie was anything but boy-crazy, and the past year and a half on her own had taught her that she was perfectly capable of being happy with her own company. But the memory of Craig and Eddie and their adoring reactions to the sight of her full glory at the camp was a welcome ray of light against the lousy weather, and she was certainly overdue for some more fun. Allie had, even before the big day with Craig and Eddie and Corri, come to think of it as marking the end of her childhood and the gateway to adulthood. Of course she had been twenty-two years old, but visits to her old hometown had always had a sense of unfinished business to them up to that crazy day. Spending a day naked in public followed by sex with her two best high school friends had certainly been effective in slamming the door on her innocence once and for all. And life had been pretty good since then, if mostly chaste by comparison. Two weeks later, she had come back up North for her coveted internship at an up-and-coming law firm. A summer of tireless work had paid off in the form of a job-offer, and she had spent the next year being paid handsomely for work she enjoyed. A glowing letter of recommendation from her boss and better-than-expected LSAT scores had inspired her to shoot the moon on law school applications, and she had landed a coveted slot at a Top Ten school. Whereas many of her classmates there had come straight from undergrad, Allie's year of work meant she had been able to splurge on a wardrobe of smart blazers, crisp blouses, tailored pants and pleated skirts while most of her new friends showed up to class in jeans and sneakers. Though she sometimes felt overdressed in her fancy attire – which she privately called "nerdychic" – she exulted in the sense of maturity and far remove from her casual Southern teenage years that it inspired. Allie was a city girl now. And while she knew perfectly well that she did not dress up just to attract guys, she was quite pleased that it had that effect as well. Scott in particular, as he had always struck her as a nice guy. Shy, but the shy guys were usually the best once you got through to them. Of course, Allie mused on her walk back to her room a few blocks off campus, when Scott saw her in her swimsuit, she would get through to him all right. One way or another! She had bought the suit shortly before she graduated from college, only weeks after her decision to go natural. Upon her realization that her natural state was that of a true bush queen, and her accompanying, delightfully naughty, oft-repeated mantra "I can't wear a bikini," she had concluded that some more modest swimwear was in order. And so she had purchased the bright red, one-piece suit, complete with a skirt for modesty. But on her first and last visit to the college pool in her new suit, she had quickly discovered that the skirt did nothing for her modesty. It did flow out gracefully enough to do its job while she was actually swimming. But when she stopped to stand in the shallow end or tread water in the deep end, it floated up and out of the way every time, revealing her abundant pubic hair to anyone close enough to look her way. No one had commented on that occasion, and Allie had also been sporting hairy legs at the time in any event; but she had been very much aware from that day onward that a trip to the pool meant her I-can't-wear-a-bikini secret would be revealed. Of course, the hearty welcome she had received at the nudist colony had been a great help to Allie in overcoming her reticence about such things. But although she had come to embrace her natural state wholeheartedly, she remained self-conscious about it with her new friends. The unceremonious rejection from Jim hadn't helped, though she never doubted that she was better off without him. For that reason, though the university sported an Olympic-sized pool with convenient hours for busy students, Allie had never ventured there to date. You never had any intention of hiding in your clothes forever, she reminded herself now. It had to happen sometime, and you're not the only one who'll be self-conscious about your friends seeing you in a swimsuit! That last point was one she had repeated time and again every time she had nearly overcome her shyness about the pool before, and it rang as true as ever now as Allie arrived home and dropped her backpack in its usual spot in the corner. When that point still didn't quite put out the pangs of nervousness that continued to smolder within, she came up with another oft-repeated point. Think of how you love seeing guys' hairy chests and legs – now you know some of them love that look too! That settled it! With something approaching peace with herself now washing over her at last, Allie removed her coat and went to her dresser to retrieve the red swimsuit. With care not to look at herself in the mirror, she quickly took off her pants and shirt. Upon quick further reflection, she also removed her panties; the whole point was to see what she would be putting on display in a few hours, after all. She then pulled on the swimsuit, fitting it a bit awkwardly over her bra, and then turned to admire herself in the mirror. It fit just as well as it had the last time she'd worn it, as a complementary gym membership had kept the pounds off while she'd been working, and on dry land the skirt preserved her modesty with inches to spare. Pushing her nasty memories of Corri and Jim back to the furthest reaches of her mind, Allie gently lifted up the skirt. She did her best to imagine the pleasant surprise – or at least indifference – that Scott and the others would have at the inevitable sight of her dark brown pubes that now showed so unmistakably against her pale skin and the bright red fabric, which bulged slightly against the additional hair it was barely hiding. Her uncertainty notwithstanding, Allie felt herself growing aroused as she became aware of the show she would be putting on for her friends. Whether attracted or repulsed, they would be very much aware. She could push the skirt back down, of course, but that would provide only a few seconds' worth of modesty and would also draw further attention to her naughty secret. Naughty and beautiful secret, she reminded herself, and she began teasing the hair with both hands while continuing to admire herself in the mirror. This is what sets me apart, and that's a good thing. As she imagined how it would all come across to her friends, it occurred to her once again that they would have their own insecurities to deal with. Bellies, breasts, too much or too little hair elsewhere...to her delight, Allie realized there might even be another woman like her among the gathering! What better way to set her friends at ease with their own insecurities than demonstrating that she was also not an orthodox beauty and she was perfectly comfortable with that? A rare lovely thought Corri had offered up once upon a time roared through her mind now: "There's something to be said for a relationship where you've seen each other half-naked before the first date!" Quite true, Allie reflected now, and with no further ado she pulled the swimsuit off and got out her vibrator to relieve the growing anticipation she had inspired in herself. Three orgasms later, she heated up a can of soup for lunch and then hunkered down to study until it was time for the pool. Looking as put-together as ever in her outfit from that morning (she harbored some hope of an invitation to dinner afterward), Allie arrived at the phys ed building shortly before four. Her curiosity about which of their other colleagues were invited was finally, partially satisfied when she entered the locker room to find Michelle from Contract Law heading for the shower in a dark blue bikini. "Hi, Allie," Michelle said in her nasal New England accent. "Joining us for water polo?" "Yes," Allie said. "Can't wait, it's been too long since I've been in the water." "Oh, I know!" Michelle agreed. She had paused in the shower-room doorway to greet Allie, giving Allie a moment to assess her body and her own likely insecurities. There were no obvious ones that Allie could see: Michelle had a rather homely face but, Allie now saw, a knockout figure that she was probably delighted to be flaunting. Given the skimpy cut of her bikini bottom, she clearly was not the twin Allie was hoping for. Fortunately, Michelle did not linger long, and Allie was spared the prospect of undressing with an audience. "Well, I'll see you out there," she said. "See you soon," Allie acknowledged with a smile as she opened her backpack and pulled out the red swimsuit. After hanging her backpack in the locker, Allie set about undressing. She half-hoped, half-feared that another friend would appear while she was stark naked; but the door didn't open again until just as she was pulling the straps of her suit into place. Now decent for better or worse, Allie turned to see Pamela, who usually sat near Scott in Torts. "Hi, Pam," Allie said, taking a chance on the nickname. Short, buxom Pam smiled. "Hi, um..." "Allie," she reminded her with a grin. Torts was a big class. "Sorry! I'm terrible with names!" Pamela had a locker of her own, evidently, and was busy with the combination as she apologized. Allie did not need to wonder about Pam's insecurity: the poor thing must have been a 34DD or thereabouts. "That's fine," Allie reassured her. "Joining us for water polo?" "I always do," Pam said. "So this isn't the first time there's been a game?" Allie hadn't thought of that. "No, a few of us have been doing it since I guess the second week we were here. Scott got it started. I guess he was varsity in college. Was he the one who invited you?" Pam had removed her top and bra by then, and Allie was treated to a look at her heavy breasts – little wonder one of the guys had thought to invite her! "Yes," Allie said. "I'm so glad he did, he seems like such a nice guy but we haven't had much time to get to know each other." "He is!" Pam told her. "But he's awfully shy, you know." "Yes, I do know," Allie said. "You look like you're a little shy, too, in that suit. But it looks good on you. Very elegant." Pam herself had a colorful one-piece, and was hurrying herself into it – but not before Allie had gotten a look below to see that Pam was a shaver. "Well, thanks," Allie said, unsure if she appreciated the comment or not. Her favorite remark on the matter – "I can't wear a bikini" – came to mind, but she opted not to say it. Pan would see that for herself once Allie got in the water. Time to excuse herself. "Well, I'll see you out there." A sign in the shower room ordered all to shower before entering the pool, so Allie stepped under the warm tap water just long enough to get visibly wet before making her way out to the pool. The usual temptation to wrap herself in a towel until she got in the water was still there – even her flirtations with nudism hadn't disabused her completely of her modesty – but Allie tamped it down and kept her towel clutched in her right hand. She deposited it on a chair by the pool and turned to greet the clutch of friends who were already in the water. Scott was among them, and looked delighted to see her. "Allie!" he called out. "Right on time!" "Glad to hear it!" Allie replied, and she sat on the edge of the pool to get her legs wet first, an old habit of hers that now afforded her a chance to keep her secret a secret for a few moments longer while she assessed the crowd. "Crowd" was perhaps not the right word, for she saw now that there were only six people regarding her from the pleasantly lukewarm water: four men, two women, and she and Pam would make eight. She knew only one of the guys besides Scott, a chiseled-looking blond named Ron who was looking delightful in a black Speedo; with the welcome sight, Allie couldn't recall offhand which class they had together. Scott himself was in a plain red pair of trunks, looking endearing as ever and, like herself, with wisps of hair escaping the edges of his suit. She could only hope he might have an inkling of how sexy she found that! Allie bit the bullet and slid into the water with a smile, forcing herself not to look down and see what she already knew: that her skirt was billowing out to reveal her wonderful secret. Drawing attention upward was the thing to do, so she waded forth and introduced herself to the two guys and one gal she didn't know: Gabe, Dan and Darlene. In the heat of the moment, Allie was no longer on the outlook for what each of them would be self-conscious of. Pam arrived moments later, and the game was on. To her great pleasure, Allie found herself on Scott's team, along with Gabe and Michelle. Now that the ice was broken and she was sure her secret was out, Allie let her competitive side take over and gave little thought to the likelihood of anyone's furtive glances between her legs. Between the game and the enviable view of the guys' bare skin and the chance to bond however fleetingly with Scott – and her stubborn, devil-may-care attitude about what was showing – there was little room for self-consciousness. For the most part, the game kept her moving around too quickly to offer much of a look most of the time anyhow. It was a fast-paced but good-natured match, which was just as well since Allie's team trailed from start to finish. For that reason, Allie was unsure of when the inevitable glances from her new friends began. She made a point of not looking out for them, after all. But over the course of the game, naturally there came the occasional moment where she was standing still long enough to afford a look; and look they did. Michelle was the first one Allie was aware of, during a lull in play. Allie saw her looking, and was ready with a smile when Michelle raised her eyes again to see she'd been caught. Michelle looked mortified, and mouthed the word "sorry", which Allie acknowledged with an unembarrassed nod and OK-sign. Dan was the next, while Allie was guarding against him during an intense play. This time she was already looking at him, and saw his eyes meander downward long enough to register the taboo sight and then dart back upward, careful to avoid her own eyes and focus instead on the ball. For the remainder of the game, she was never aware of him sneaking another look; he was either repulsed or too gentlemanly, she assumed. Either way, Allie kept her head high and showed no discomfort, and as a result she managed to feel none. Allie Rides Again It was, of course, Scott whose opinion she really valued. And at some point or other in the game she was aware that he had taken notice. To her delight, he seemed to like what he saw, as by the end of the game she was constantly aware of him sneaking peeks whenever the opportunity presented itself. Not wishing to make him uncomfortable, Allie did her best to avoid taking any notice. Privately, though, she was thrilled with the show she seemed to be putting on for him. A furtive glance or two of her own confirmed that his trunks were bulging, and when she had occasion to give him a quick impromptu hug after a particularly brilliant play, she was rewarded with the feeling of his hardness against her leg. His shyness in her presence was clearly soon to be overcome! Allie resolved to help that process along in any way she could. Her first opportunity presented itself when the game came to an end. As the friends clustered in a circle in the shallow end to catch their breath and discus dinner plans, Allie positioned herself across the way from Scott, affording him an unimpeded look under her billowing skirt. With the look of someone who knew he shouldn't be looking but couldn't help himself, he seized the opportunity while Gabe and Michelle were debating options for dinner. At long last he absentmindedly looked back up, and was greeted with a welcome laugh from Allie. He looked so mortified at first that Allie wished she could tell him out loud that it was okay. That was out of the question with the others standing right there, of course, but her welcoming, flirtatious laugh got the point across and Scott finally joined in with relief. The others had, in the meantime, settled on a favorite bar and grill just off campus. "Allie, are you joining us?" Darlene asked. "I'd love to!" Allie said, shaking herself out of the wonderfully naughty moment with Scott. Then she turned back to him. "And you, Scott?" "Definitely, yeah," he said. "Let's go." Just before he turned to hoist himself out of the pool, he winked at Allie, triggering an ear to ear grin from her. Allie was prepared for more looks and questions from the other women as they headed to the locker room. But surprisingly, there were none. On seeing Darlene out of the water for the first time, Allie noted that she was showing a hint of her bush through the white bottom stripe of her suit as well – the classic "Felicia look" that Corri of accursed memory had so loved to hate. Allie, of course, found it beautiful. But in the absence of any comments from Darlene about her own body, she kept her adoration to herself. In the showers, the small talk was of classes and quiz grades, and although all four women were now stark naked, there were no personal comments of any kind. Allie was left to muse privately about the near-certainty that the others all saw now why she had worn such a modest swimsuit, and of what they might think of the show she had put on in the pool. Michelle, at least, knew it was intentional, and the others might have guessed as much as well. But Allie survived the shower and subsequent return to the lockers to get dressed with no comments on the matter from her new friends. On the walk to the restaurant, Allie made up her mind that she would not be forward at all about seating herself next to Scott – she was too old to play such silly games – but she hoped the opportunity to do so would present itself. It did, clearly by design on Scott's part, of that she was quite certain. There was little chance for intimate conversation in a party of eight, of course, but they did manage to flirt a bit with one another throughout the meal. They did not linger over their drinks – first year law students never had time for that! – but Scott did hang back for just a wonderful moment when they got to Allie's street on the walk home. "Well, I'm off here," she said, pointing towards her building. "Thanks again for the invite, Scott, I had a wonderful time!" "Me too," he said, and he seized the opportunity to grab her hand and give it an affectionate squeeze while the others said their more casual good-nights. "You're welcome to join us next week, if you like," he added. "I would like!" Allie said a bit too enthusiastically, and they shared a final chuckle before she headed off. Already the memory of his hard cock against her leg and his adoring eyes on her body were simmering in her mind as she made her way down the block. There would be another round with the vibrator before she broke out the books for the night! The next day was clear but cold, and Allie had an early class. It was also a Thursday, the only day of the week when she and Scott had no classes together. This was rather frustrating for Allie, now that the ice seemed to be broken with him. But there was nothing to be done about it. Without the incentive to look sharp for Scott, Allie gave in to the lousy weather and wore jeans to class for the first time. They went well with her favorite sweater and boots, in any case, so she could still count on turning his head if their paths did happen to cross between classes. They didn't, as it turned out, and Allie found it necessary to make up for yesterday's recreation with a late evening in the law library. When she finally headed home, it was long past dark and chillier than ever, but she was pleased with herself for a very productive day. Her pleasure was multiplied exponentially when she got to her door. There, propped up against the doorjamb, was the classic shy guy's best friend: a bouquet of roses. Red roses – for love. Rather forward for a guy who hadn't even asked her out yet, but Allie didn't mind much...until a racier thought occurred to her. Red to match her swimsuit, she thought naughtily. What a wonderful tease Scott really was...and then it occurred to her that she didn't know for certain they were from Scott! Allie picked up the flowers and took a luxuriant whiff, and then eagerly she opened the little card. To her relief, they were indeed from him. To her titillation, her guess about the color was correct. Allie, you looked absolutely adorable in your swimsuit. Since red becomes you, here's a little something from your greatest admirer. Pleasant studies! Scott Pleasant studies? Allie stood there in the dark hallway for a few moments, lost in her own thoughts and making no move to open the door. Pleasant studies? What a bizarre, awkward closing...but then, perhaps "love" seemed too forward. Who was she kidding – it would have been too forward. Then again, so was sending a woman flowers because you'd seen her in a swimsuit, wasn't it? But Allie quickly concluded that she didn't mind. Fishing her key out of her purse at last, she realized she did not mind in the least. Once inside, she pondered calling Scott to thank him, but quickly decided against it. This definitely called for an in-person thank you, and with any luck, another blow or two to his shyness, should there be any of it left over! The next morning, Allie could hardly wait to get out of bed and to class. Feeling optimistic for the end of the day, she fished out her laciest black lingerie, and was tickled as usual at how the panties failed so utterly to hide her bush. In keeping with the red motif, she turned the nerdychic dial up all the way with a red and black plaid skirt and a wine-colored sweater. Finishing off the look with black tights against the chill, she felt like an overgrown Catholic school girl. But she figured Scott, with his own preppy style, would love it. She was right. Undoubtedly feeling nervous already for her reaction to the flowers, Allie was quite sure his jaw dropped when he walked into the classroom and saw her beaming at him. Scott smiled back and playfully shielded his eyes as if he were embarrassed. "Scott," she purred. "Thank you!" He said, "You're very welcome," but the words were muffled because Allie had him buried in a passionate hug. When she had finally let go, he continued. "I hope it wasn't too forward or anything." "Do I look like I think you were too forward?" Allie couldn't help laughing. "I have to admit you don't," Scott acknowledged with a sheepish grin. "It's just that I had such a nice time at the pool the other day, and it's so hard to find time to get to know one another here." "Well, Scott, I guess we just need to try a little harder to make time, don't we?" "Are you free for dinner tonight?" Scott asked. Allie responded with a nod and an affectionate squeeze of both his hands before returning to her seat. It was a long time to dinner, and naturally Allie had her share of first-date jitters. She was, of course, excruciatingly aware that Scott had sent her the flowers and asked her out at least in part because of the show she had put on for him in the pool. That gave her some pause, though not enough to ever consider canceling. Still, the issue of his true intentions ate at her. But then, she reasoned, hadn't she put herself on display the way she did just to attract him, or at least a like-minded guy? Besides, she told herself, all first dates featured an element of hope that sooner or later you'd be in bed with the one across the table. All she had done, Allie realized, was bypass some of the small talk and guesswork that came early on in the dance of intimacy. Nothing wrong with that. Still, she didn't know just how to address that issue, or even if she should address it at all. And so when the hour arrived and they were off to a nice quiet restaurant off campus, all things erotic were off-topic for the time being. Scott seemed to agree, as he too was careful to talk about nearly anything else. Classes, college, their families, the memory of free time...it was a wonderfully intimate yet chaste conversation all through the meal and the bottle of wine they shared. But it seemed inevitable that the ice must be broken sooner or later. It was Scott who did so, at long last. An amicable lull in the conversation had them gazing in one another's eyes, causing a nervous laugh from Scott. "I'm sorry," he said after catching his breath. "Sorry for what?" Allie asked, not unkindly, as she privately hoped they were on to bigger and better things at last. "My timing with all this was really unfortunate, is what I mean," Scott said. "It must have come across awfully to you, sending you flowers and asking you out only after the other day at the pool. I only hope you'll believe I'd been trying to work up the courage to ask you for quite a while." "Of course I believe you," Allie said, though his words couldn't help but bring to mind Corri's talent for manipulating guys...it did sound a bit like he was trying to put one over on her, though she didn't mind terribly. "You're shy and we've been busy, and the other day we finally got to know each other in...I guess I should say a unique way." Scott laughed again. "Yes, I guess that's a good way of putting it. I do hope I didn't step over any bounds with that comment on the card, about how you looked in your swimsuit. I mean, it's true, you were beautiful, but..." "Thanks! And no, it's perfectly fine, Scott." She drew in a deep breath and plunged off the cliff. "And if what you saw underneath turned you on...that's fine too," she whispered. "It is?" Scott looked immensely relieved. Now it was Allie's turn to laugh. "Of course it is! Do you think I wasn't aware of what was showing? If I didn't know, I wouldn't have worn such a modest suit, would I? And if I didn't want it to show I'd have shaved!" "I'm so glad you don't shave," Scott admitted. "It's so hot the way you let it peek out like that. You never see that anymore, and I love a big..." his voice trailed away as they both dissolved into embarrassed laughs. "It's great to know there are guys out there who do love a big," she quipped. "Don't worry, you're not alone. I've been pleasantly surprised ever since I went natural at how many of you there are. But I'm delighted to know you're one of them, Scott." "Thanks. So you haven't always been...natural, as you call it?" And so Allie told him all about Corri and Eddie and Craig and their last hurrah at the nudist colony, and how the memory of Felicia and Corri's bullying had inspired her. As Scott looked absolutely mesmerized by the tale, she opted not to tell him about Jim, though he might have appreciated knowing she was available precisely because other guys were not so openminded. Stick with the positive, she told herself as she related the tale. But she did allow that not all guys liked it. "And that, Scott, is why I don't mind at all that you finally got the courage to ask me out after what you saw the other day. It's great to know you're one of the good guys. And really, there was no other way to tell for sure, was there?" "I guess not," Scott admitted. "I have to confess, in the locker room afterward, Ron and Gabe were talking about it, wondering if you even knew. I knew you did, of course, from the way you looked at me when you caught me looking, but I kept my mouth shut." "Well, thank you." "I have to admit it was partly for my own selfish reasons," Scott said. "If I thought much about what I'd seen of you, I'd have been, well, rock hard there in the shower with them!" This brought on more laughter, and it was more comfortable now. "So you don't mind my timing," he said again with relief. "If anything, it was my timing," Allie corrected. "I was the one who decided the time was right to put on my little show, after all." "That nudist experimenting obviously agreed with you then," Scott said knowingly. "I guess so," Allie said. "Besides, Corri might have been a little bitch, but she once told me something that was absolutely right. 'There's something to be said for a relationship where you've seen each other half-naked before the first date.' So true!" "Couldn't agree more," Scott said. They clinked glasses and downed the last of the wine. There was no need for the usual awkward deliberations about what was to come after dinner, for they both knew just what was coming. Scott's shyness was wonderfully gone on the walk back to Allie's place. Along with remembering her sexiest panties, Allie had also had the foresight to tidy the place up that morning, an idea for which she was now very grateful. The chilly night air only added to her hunger as she snuggled up close beside Scott for the walk home. Was it love? Was it lust? Did they both just want some fun to alleviate the stress of that terribly busy first semester? Allie didn't care. But she did sense that a joke might be necessary to shake off the last of Scott's inhibitions. Sure enough, after removing his coat and a few generic pleasantries about her room, he stood awkwardly between her bed and the window while Allie busied herself with cueing up Coltrane on her iPod and lighting candles on the dresser. As he admired her, he spoke up once again. "I really do hope I'm not coming across as just a bush fetishist who doesn't care about the rest of you," he said. Allie turned to him and smiled. "You're not, Scott, you're coming across as a bush fetishist who does care about me, and one who looks just as beautiful to me right now as I looked to you in the pool." They shared another laugh, and then she added, "But you're wearing too damn many clothes, if you ask me." With that, she sauntered around the bed and took him in a hungry embrace which, after a scarcely-notable moment of awkwardness, he returned eagerly. The first kiss was a wonderfully uninhibited one, flavored with a knowing intimacy that could only come with the knowledge of what he had seen in the pool and all that she had told him on the matter. The muted surprise of what awaited them under one another's clothing was more than offset by the comfort and lack of self-consciousness they were both feeling. Scott explored every inch of her back with his fingers and made a few tentative strokes on the sides of her breasts, which soon had her itching for more. But for the first several minutes, she followed his lead. After all those months of no fun in the bedroom except by her own hand, his modest caresses were delightful and she welcomed the teasing hints of what was to come. Scott was shy, Allie knew that; but she was determined to let him take the next step. She was not disappointed. It was only just after they had made their way to the edge of her bed and she straddled his lap with her arms still wrapped tight around him that he finally got to her breasts. Both of them at once, his touch light and reverent, and once again Allie remembered why she loved shy guys so much. The long-awaited sensation brought out a groan of pleasure that Allie hadn't even felt coming, and Scott looked delighted at her reaction. Allie drew her right hand back around front and rubbed through his pants, and she felt for herself just how delighted he was. "Oh, that's lovely, Scott," she cooed, hoping he would return the favor. But he was too enamored with her breasts for the moment, so Allie opted not to wait. She undid his belt buckle and fumbled with the button until she had it out of the way. Scott wriggled a bit to help her pull his hard cock out through the too-small slit in his boxers, and in no time she had him in a firm, satisfying grip. The wriggling also jostled Allie's panties just enough for her to be aware of how damp they were, and how thirsty for his touch. As if reading her mind – or maybe just following her lead – Scott finally slid his hand under her skirt. He rubbed her lightly, but hard enough to elicit her loudest moan yet. "God, that feels so good!" she encouraged him. "Don't stop!" He didn't. But there were too many clothes in the way just yet. And so, while still voicing her breathless appreciation of his strokes, she set about unbuttoning his shirt. Before she could get it all the way off, Scott had her skirt unzipped and pushed well up her hips. In one remarkably graceful swoop, Allie pushed his shirt off and pushed Scott back on the bed. She stood up long enough to slide her skirt down and push her tights down after it, and Scott had one wonderful moment to admire her lacy panties and their wonderfully miserable failure to hide her burning bush before she leapt back atop him on the bed. "God, that's beautiful," he said just before she kissed him again. "And it's just waiting for you," she teased. Sitting back up, she pulled her sweater enticingly over her head. She thought of also doing away with her bra, but decided to leave that up to Scott. But with her bush now mostly on display, Scott's attention was drawn downward. With Allie still sitting up, he now reached both thumbs carefully inside her panties and probed carefully through her abundant hair. Allie was already moaning again in anticipation before he found her clit. When he did find it, she let out a yelp of delight and leaned back on her hands, pushing upward against his touch. "Oh Scott, yes! Yesssss! Ohhhhhhhhh..." "Come for me, Allie, now!" He didn't need to tell her twice. Allie lost herself in sensation as she humped away against his circling thumbs, and in scarcely a minute she was wailing in delight. Scott slowed his rubbing and withdrew his thumbs, and Allie collapsed atop him with a grateful kiss. "Thank you," she whispered huskily. "Now your turn!" "I hope so," Scott said playfully. Allie sat up again and slid off Scott, and from the end of the bed she pulled his pants off. Scott pushed his boxers down after them, and Allie pulled them off as well, depositing them on the floor alongside her own clothes. Breaking his gaze only long enough to collect the waiting condom from her dresser, she turned back to see him grinning ear to ear in admiration. "I guess we know what you're waiting to see, now that you've felt it," Allie teased. She pushed her panties down, and stood back up to give Scott his first uninhibited look at her beautiful triangle. Now that he was nude, she could see what she had already expected: that he had rather less pubic hair than she did. That would have humiliated her once upon a time; now it delighted her. "Worth the wait, I hope?" she asked. Allie Rides Again "And how," Scott said. His erection, pointing straight at the ceiling, clearly agreed. "It is for me too," Allie said with a grin. "But we do need to get this out of the way, don't we?" She reached back and made fast work of her bra, which now joined all their other clothes on the floor. Then she knelt back on the bed and rolled the condom on, drawing more grunts of approval from Scott as she did, before tossing the wrapper aside. "Such a bad girl, littering in my own room," she teased. "But what can you do to stop me?" "Not much from here," Scott admitted, still shamelessly admiring her bush as Allie straddled him again. She took his cock in both hands, and her wet, hairy pussy devoured it effortlessly. "God, that feels so great!" he gasped. "For me too," Allie whispered, already rocking gently back and forth. "Sooo good..." Scott, pinned beneath her, thrust his hips upward again and again to the little extent that he could. "A man could get lost in all that hair," he teased between groans. "Please do!" Allie whispered huskily. Her rhythmic pushing grew faster as she savored the fullness. There were no more words for a while, but plenty of vocalization from them both as all else fell away. Allie knew when another orgasm was at hand, but opted not to say so. Much more fun to just yelp aloud in pleasure. "So beautiful," Scott whispered. "Felt beautiful too," Allie told him. "Now you." She squeezed him tightly inside and pushed down hard against him again. "For me. Come for me." Slowly at first, she drew back on him, then pushed him all the way back in. "Ohhh, so good, Allie," he groaned. "Like that, do you?" She picked up the pace. "Come on, baby, come for me. Do it!" Allie was soon well on the way to yet another climax of her own when his responses grew throatier and louder. "OhmyGod..." He gritted his teeth, and Allie bore down harder and faster. Afterwards she was sure she'd felt it before she actually heard it: a rumble deep in his chest, growing into a sigh and a moan and finally a scream. Halfway through the scream, he sat up and threw his arms around Allie, and pulled her back down on top of him to savor the moment together. When at last the wonderful moment subsided, they lay together silently for a few minutes. Allie clasped her legs tightly shut so he couldn't pull out if he wanted to, but Scott never tried. Neither one wanted to disturb the lovely sensation that prevailed as his cock finally softened as if melting in her warm embrace. Scott opened his eyes and admired the candlelight dancing around the dark room. Allie opened hers just afterward to see him taking in the beautiful scene, and their eyes met. "I'm so glad you agreed to come to the pool," he said with a sleepy grin. "So glad you asked," Allie agreed. Giving him one last inner squeeze, she added, "Good thing I can't wear a bikini, huh?"