Hello, dear reader. In case you haven't read my other stories, I'm Alicia. I'm eighteen years old and my best friend is Shelly, a very pretty girl who is eighteen and a half. Shelly walked me home from school one day as she usually does and we talked about our plans for when we graduate from high school. Shelly is getting married to Collin in September. I plan to marry Travis when he gets out of college, but until then, I have no idea what I'm going to do. I thought I'd go to the local Junior College and take a few business courses.
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We walked in the house and I dropped my school stuff where it goes, on the living room floor just in from the foyer. Mom wasn't at the computer where we usually find her.
"Mom, I'm home," I called out.
"I'm in the kitchen, Honey," was her cheerful reply.
We went to the kitchen through the dinning room where Mom was opening a big cardboard box sitting on the kitchen table, sifting through the popcorn packing foam. She came over and kissed Shelly and I, then returned to the box.
"What have you got there?" I asked.
"Oh, this just came a few minutes ago. I guess it's the toys I ordered from the computer site. - Oh, - my - gawwwd!"
She held up a bright red box with a cellophane window containing an eighteen inch, double headed, flesh colored dildo. She set it on the table and dug out another one. Shelly picked up the red box and checked out the contents with great interest. Mom pulled out another box containing a rubber, lifelike, nine inch penis, detailed with blood veins, balls, and little hole in the head. It made my pussy tingle when I saw it, it was so real looking.
"This one is MINE!" she stated emphatically.
"Mom!" I protested. "You always taught me to share."
"So I did," she kidded. "Well, you'll just have to wait your turn."
She set eight more out on the table, closed the box and put it on the floor.
"These are for you girls," she said. "And for Friday night."
They were an assortment of different vibrators, dildos and pocket rockets. There was also a catalog showing a wide selection of toys to order.
"Madeline already has a collection of toys to use," I said.
"Oh, that's right. Well, - we'll find use for them here, I'm sure."
"May I borrow your catalog, Jean? I'd like to look through it," Shelly asked.
"Sure, Shelly, take your time with it."
We took the toys from their boxes and looked them over, putting batteries in the ones that needed them. Mom picked up the cardboard box and headed out the door. I was holding a shiny gold, bullet nosed vibrator. I turned it on, quickly put it under Shelly's skirt, brought it up between her legs and goosed her with it, making her squeal.
"Grab those other boxes, would you, girls? We'll throw them in the outside trash can where George won't see them."
"It's too bad we can't include him in our fun, you know?" Shelly said.
"You enjoyed it the other night when I told you that you could have him, did you?" Mom chuckled.
"Like you said, he's a good lover when he wants to be," Shelly answered. "I just feel bad for him, sneaking behind his back."
"We're not sneaking behind his back," Mom reasoned, "we just don't tell him everything. I don't tell him every time I buy a new bra or panties."
"Yeah, but, what would he say if he found out his wife was fooling around with his daughter and her girlfriend - - -?"
"Oh, we don't fool around all that much. He probably would want to join in if he knew you were involved. Besides, he doesn't go without, I give him all the sex he wants."
"Mom, I always wanted to go to a nudist club. Do you think Dad would go for that? He'd be included then. There's one about an hour and a half drive from here," I asked.
"A nudist club? I don't know, maybe. Let's ask him tonight when he gets home," she mused. "That sounds like fun."
Shelly and I helped Mom cook Dad's favorite dinner. Mom made the meatloaf and gravy, I made mashed potatoes and corn on the cob and Shelly made the salad. With homemade iced tea, it was a meal fit for a king.
Mom found the site of the nudist club on the computer and checked the place out. It looked pretty good to her.
Dad came in and we ate supper. I didn't know it at the time but Shelly told me later that she was running her bare toes up and down Dad's leg while they ate. No wonder he seemed so jolly. He complimented Shelly and I for helping cook supper.
"You're going to make someone a good wife someday, Shelly."
Mom went with Dad into the living room while Shelly and I did the dishes. Mom came back in with a big smile.
"He agreed to go," she said. "Reluctantly, but he said he'd give it a try."
"Well, dang, it didn't take you long to talk him into it," I said amazed.
"All I had to do was tell him Shelly would be going with us. You are going, aren't you, Shelly?"
"You bet! I wouldn't miss it."
"Let's ask him if he wants to practice!" I said. "We'll all take our clothes off and act like we normally do. We'll play cards or something."
"That's a super idea, Alicia!" Shelly said. "That should calm his nerves about it."
"Yes, that is a splendid idea," Mom agreed. "Let's do it!"
We went into the living room where Dad was watching TV. He got the weirdest look on his face when he saw the three of us looking at him.
"What?!" he asked.
"Dear, we were wondering if we could practice nudism before we went there this weekend," Mom said sweetly. "That way if anyone gets cold feet about it, they can back out now instead of then."
"Now, as in, take our clothes off right now?" Dad stammered. "But Alicia and Shelly are here!"
"Alicia and Shelly will be there this weekend, too. Would it be easier to take your clothes off then instead of now?" Mom asked. "There'll be strangers there, too. That's why we think we should do it now to get used to the idea."
"But what if I get a hard, - uh, an erection?"
"So that's what's bothering you!" Mom said. "Here you're among family and friends, who love you and understand, there you'll be among strangers. Which will be easier?"
"They say it's not usually a problem," I added. "But if a problem does come up, you can just cover up with a towel until the problem goes away."
"Okay, we'll give it a try," he surrendered. "But if something happens, don't blame me."
