Julie From the Beach - Part 2
This is a four-part story of an encounter I had with a nudist girl and her family when I was home from college back in the 1990's. In Part 1, I met Julie at the beach for the first time. In Part 2, I meet Julie's family.
Other than some names and locations, what you are about to read is true.
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As I drove home from the beach, my mind was reeling, my stomach was filled with butterflies, my cock was still half-hard, and my asshole was still tingling. I could not believe what had just happened. Not only did I meet this amazingly beautiful girl at a nude beach, but she ate my ass and gave me hand-job right there on the sand. I made it home on autopilot, barely aware of where I was going. When I got home, I walked to my room to shower and get ready for dinner with my parents.
"Hey Will," my mom called out as I carried my beach bag through the family room.
"Hey, mom."
"You look..." she didn't finish the sentence. "Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, fine." I wasn't sure how honest to be. Not completely honest, for sure. But if I was going to call Julie, I was going to have to use the phone at some point. Unfortunately, our only phone was in the family room, so it would be tough to make a phone call in private. Even though I was home from college I knew my parents were going to have questions. "I met a cool girl at the beach," I said.
"Oh really?" my dad said with a grin as he came into the family room from the kitchen. He was eating some cheese and crackers.
"Yeah. Her name is Julie. We kinda got talking, and we hung out together. I think we are going to meet up next week, actually."
My parents looked at each other. "And what is Julie like?" asked my mom.
"Well," I began, "she's also home from college. She goes to ASU, and her parents live in Dana Point." I knew my parents were worried that I would meet some party girl and end up drinking and smoking like they did when they were my age. "She's nice," I continued. "No drinking or smoking or anything. Just a cute girl at the beach. Anyway, I gotta hop in the shower."
As I walked away, I could hear my parents talking, but I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. Once I closed the door to the bathroom, I stripped off my shorts and t-shirt, and turned on the shower. As I waited for the water to warm up, I stood naked in front of the mirror. I had a little bit of a sunburn on my shoulders, but nothing too bad. My speedo-tan lines were pink instead of white, and a little tender to the touch. I admired my body in the mirror. Strong shoulders and arms. Flat abs. A nicely trimmed circumcised cock. I was about to get into the shower when I heard the bathroom door start to open.
"Hey, wait! I'm not in the shower yet!" The door suddenly closed without a word. I got in the shower and let the water roll over my neck and shoulders. I soaped myself up, and my cock started to harden as my slick hand slid over my shaft. I closed my eyes and started to enjoy the feeling, when the bathroom door opened again and I heard my mom's voice.
"Sorry, Will. I washed the bathroom towels and forgot to put clean ones back." There was a pause. The shower door was foggy, so I don't know what she could see. "Anyway, here's a clean one on the sink for you."
"Oh, okay. Thanks, mom. I'll be out in a minute." More silence, and then I heard the door close. Did my mom see what I was doing in the shower? Did she watch? I put the thoughts out of my mind and finished my shower.
The rest of the night, and the rest of the week, were uneventful. Long, but uneventful. I spoke to Julie on the phone almost every day. Talking to her was super-easy. We could talk for hours, just telling stories about college or our families, and we always laughed. My parents got used to me talking to with her, and eventually they just left me alone.
"So, Will, I wanted to ask you something about tomorrow," said Julie Friday night as we were talking on the phone. She sounded a little nervous, and it worried me since we seemed so comfortable with each other.
"Okay," I said, feeling her nervousness.
"Well," she continued, "I have been talking to you a lot, and I told my parents about you, and they would like to meet you."
"Oh," I said, completely unable to hide the surprise in my voice. "Really?"
"Yeah." She still sounded nervous. "I mean, if you don't want to, I understand. I would really like my parents to meet my...boyfriend."
"Your boyfriend?" I asked, my heart fluttering.
"I mean, would you?" Julie sounded hopeful.