Hi, my name is Madison Montserrat Sainz. My dad is Puerto-Rican and my
mom is French-Canadian, and I’m just a mutt, and we live in California.
I first encountered nudism a few years back, when I was 14. That was
when I found out my new friend Katie’s family were nudists. She and I had
been hanging out together for like a month or so, but I had never spent
much time at her house, until this one three-day weekend, when my parents
were going to visit my grandparents out of state, and, because of a
cross-country meet (I was on the JV cross-country team), I really didn’t
want to go with them. I took my running pretty seriously back then. So, I
suggested I could stay with a friend, to my parents, and they said fine if
I could find someone. So I asked Katie if I could stay with her for the
three nights, Friday through Monday.
She seemed more hesitant than I would have expected of my new best bud,
and she didn’t give me a yes right away. I remember getting all nervous
that she wasn’t as cool a friend as she’d seemed, or maybe I’d done
something to make her annoyed with me. But then, after school, like the
Wednesday before, we walked over to her house (it wasn’t that far) and when
we got there she said there was something she had to tell me. I was afraid
she was going to tell me she didn’t want to be friends with me any more, or
something, as she seemed kind of nervous.
But instead, she took a deep breath and explained that her family were
nudists, and that was why she wasn’t sure about me staying the weekend. Of
course I had heard of nudism before, but I really didn’t know anything
about it. So I told her exactly that. She said that as long as she could
remember they’d been ‘casual nudists’ as she described it, and said all it
meant is that most of the time on the evening or weekends, especially if
the weather was nice, they would wear no clothing around the house.
I remember asking, isn’t that kind of weird, being naked with you
parents? But she said she was used to it. It was just her mom, dad, and
her, and sometimes her uncle and aunt when they visited. Frankly, on first
impressions I thought the whole thing extremely disturbing, but I could
tell that Katie was both embarrassed yet also defensive about it. Finally,
I asked her if she was saying I would have to be naked, if I was going to
stay at her house.
She laughed and said no, no one should be nudist if they didn’t want to
be, but that she was telling me because her parents had always said that if
she was going to have friends over, especially over night, they had better
be ok with their ‘lifestyle.’ Katie’s parents were kind of hippy,
nonconformist types, I guess – after all, Katie’s full name was Cloud
Katherine Addison. And, actually, one of the things I liked about Katie
was how free and unique she seemed about stuff – it gave her an air of
maturity and confidence lacking in most high school freshmen, including
myself.. It was like she was already wise.
I think I said something then like “well, that puts you ahead of me – at
least you’ve gotten to see, like, a guy’s you-know-what.” She thought this
was funny, and said it didn’t really count, being her dad’s and her
uncle’s. So we talked some more and finally I said I was cool with whatever
her parents did as long as they were ok with me staying over. So it was
set. I wasn’t actually too cool with it – I was nervous as hell as Friday
approached. But I was young and insecure and so I pretended I was cool
with it and figured I’d deal with it. I didn’t dare tell my parents,
though – imagining that if they knew, they’d prohibit me from staying. In
retrospect, they were hardly prudes, however. Just more conventional I
guess – at least by habit.
I got my things together, Friday morning, and brought them in a duffle
to school, and went home directly with Katie that afternoon. My mom and
dad had left work early, had picked up my brother Tom at the junior high
where he went, and left town directly. Maybe I expected to immediately be
ordered to strip when I got in the door, as my heart was pounding a mile a
minute. But of course Katie was a latchkey kid just like me and my brother
were, and she’d already told me that not only was it fine for me to stay
dressed the whole weekend if I wanted, but that she probably would too,
just to “keep me company.”
So we hung out, messed around with her playstation a little bit,
listened to some music, and in general had a fun time. And her parents
both got home from work and stayed dressed and were really very nice
people, and soon enough we were having dinner and talking and they seemed
like a totally normal family to me, even if her dad looked kind of like a
burned out rock star, and her mom would have worn a name like “Rainbow” or
“Starchild” without disturbing the cosmic order in the least. Actually,
her parents’ names were Bill and Tammy, which they immediately made me use,
instead of Mr. and Mrs. Addison, and I noticed Katie called them by their
names, not mom and dad, which was also a bit far out.
After dinner, as we were watching tv, Katie even leaned close, warned me
that now was when her mom would probably go take a shower and, if it was
like most days, come out naked and watch tv or something, and that if I was
uncomfortable we could go “hide” in her room, now. But they were being so
laid back about it that I just shrugged, bravely, and waited to see what
would happen.
To summarize the next few hours, I saw both her parents naked, that
evening, and I think I was pretty successful not staring. One thing that
was funny was when Katie and I were going to bed – I was on an air mattress
on the floor in her room. Katie stripped off naked and got into bed just
like that, while I was fishing out a night shirt and putting it on. For
some reason I was like, “you sleep naked?!” all alarmed, and Katie pointed
out that it didn’t really make sense to hang out naked during the day and
then put something on for bed – unless it was cold or something. I was
embarrassed for not having thought of that.
But I still put on my nightshirt and kept my panties on. I was even
more weirded out when Katie got up to pee a little while later, after we’d
been talking for way too long, and she went naked down the hall to the
toilet like it was the most casual thing in the world, and I even heard her
talking to her dad. But I kept quiet and tried to tell myself that new
experiences were character-building.
On Saturday I had my cross-country meet, so I walked over to school with
Katie (who came to cheer me on), ran my meet, and we came back in the
afternoon. I did really well in the meet, too, helping the team place 2nd
overall, and setting a personal best. I was really excited, and Katie,
though not into sports the way I was, was totally excited when she saw it.
It was super convenient how close she lived to the school.
When we got back, her mom was running errands or something, and she said
her dad was probably getting work done in the home office, so we got a
snack and then Katie suggested we go in their hot tub – she thought that it
would help me relax my muscles from the meet, which was definitely true – I
loved hot tubs, but hadn’t known they had one. I did know they didn’t have
a pool, like we did at my house, though, so I hadn’t brought a bathing
suit.
When I told Katie about not having the bathing suit, she laughed at me,
and said I really didn’t need one. And I realized she was right, but it
still made me really nervous. Finally, I asked if it was ok if I stayed in
my underwear, and she said sure. And she kept her bra and panties on too,
“in solidarity” she said, and we went out on the patio and into the hot
tub. She made me laugh, when she commented that she felt really strange, as
it was the first time she’d ever been in that hot tub while wearing
something.
But the hot water was definitely relaxing. Then her dad Bill came out
to the patio and offered us sodas and crackers, naked as… well,
completely naked. And then he asked if we were ok with him joining us in
the hot tub. Katie said it was totally up to me, and I just nodded and
tried really hard not to stare at her kind of handsome, buff dad with all
the hairiness and the dangling equipment and whatnot. Once he was below
the water, it was easier.
We chatted for a while and I mostly forgot the situation, and found
myself really relaxing from the jets of hot water. But I remember a scary
moment when I started remembering a time in another hot tub, at some
friend’s house, where I sort of discovered I could use the jets of water at
the edge of the seat the same way I used the shower massager thingy at
home, and proceeded to get myself WAY too horny. Just remembering it, made
me self-conscious and excited, and I carefully positioned myself AWAY from
the water jets in Katie’s hot tub.
I hate the way I start obsessing about sex at all the most embarrassing,
totally wrong times, like when talking in front of class, or stuck in the
back seat of the car with my brother on a long drive. Or sitting in a hot
tub with my new best friend’s naked father, for that matter. I always
thought I was way abnormal, that way. I even had a secret word for my
abnormality: obsexive-cumpulsive disorder (instead of obsessive-compulsive,
get it?). But finally I willed myself to think about other things, going
through some things I had to memorize for a geography quiz or something in
my head.
Bill said something like that I looked very relaxed, but it was probably
just me being glassy-eyed from trying to distract myself. I’d leaned back
and put my arms along the sides, holding my soda, and I suddenly realized
this raised my chest just enough you could see how transparent my bra was
from being wet. I lowered my arms again reflexively, pretending to stretch
at the last moment so hopefully I didn’t look like a spazz.
I don’t know how long we were in there, but finally Bill got out, and me
and Katie got out after. There were bunches of towels nearby on the patio,
but I realized my predicament as I watched Katie unself-consciously peel
off her wet panties and bra and begin to towel off. Now she was naked and
I wasn’t, and I realized her “solidarity” really did mean something, as I
felt kind of stupid toweling off my damp bra and panties ineffectively,
while she was right there so comfortably naked. But not stupid enough to
make the leap to nudity.
She strolled into the house naked as a jaybird, right past her naked dad
in the kitchen where he was starting dinner, stopping to ask him how long
it would be, and primping her damp golden locks as she did so. I followed,
in my damp and half-transparent bra and panties, and went ahead up to
Katie’s room where I shut the door, stripped off the underwear and borrowed
a fuzzy terry robe Katie had said I could use – we were both about the same
size, kind of petite but wiry, with “boy-butts” as she put it and both,
depressingly, rather flat-chested. But I suspected I was stuck with my
A-cups for life, since my mom was the same way, while Katie’s mom’s figure
held out the promise of many cup-sizes of potential growth, for Katie.
We’d even had a silly conversation about that, about whether it was genetic
or not.
Katie came into her room a few seconds later, and immediately
apologized, sensing how uncomfortable I’d been back in the kitchen. “You
know I just don’t even think about it,” she said. But I put on my bravest
face and told her it was ok, it was her house, and I was getting used to
it. Then she actually gave me an option – did I want her to get dressed
again or was I ok with her staying naked? Told me it was my choice,
whatever made me comfortable. Of course, I would’ve been more comfortable
with her putting something on, but I bravely told her she could stay naked,
as I could tell that’s what she preferred.
So we went back down to dinner with me wrapped in the robe and Katie
naked, and were joined by Bill and Tammy (who’d returned), both also nude.
Dinner was really good, though, and I was tired from the day’s athletics,
so it was easier to let my eyelids droop a little and just kind of ignore
the nudism thing around me, as we moved to the living room to watch a movie
Tammy had rented. It was like an R-rated movie – which my parents also
generally let me watch, too, so it wasn’t like shocking or anything, or
even a special treat. But it was like a sort of romantic thriller (I
honestly don’t remember much about it) and there was one scene where it
gets kind of steamy.
Katie and I were sitting on this couch, her mom was curled on some
cushions, and her dad was in a recliner to the side. Katie kind of elbowed
me to get my attention, and used her eyes to indicate to look at Bill, and
whoa if his penis wasn’t undergoing that mythical (well… mythical, from
sex-ed?) transformation – it had flopped back onto his abdomen and was
growing fatter and straighter, and I realized I was witnessing my first
live erection – I’d seen a few pictures and pornos on the internet – what
teenager of this day and age hasn’t? – but this was certainly the first
actual one – “in the flesh” as they say. Haha.
I realized I was staring, and looked away, but couldn’t help but notice
Katie wasn’t shy about continuing to look. Her dad seemed oblivious, and
her mom was kind of in front and lower down so she would have had to have
turned around to notice what was going on. Feeling totally embarrassed –
as much by my reaction to Katie’s lack of shyness as anything else, I fled
the room, mumbling something about using the bathroom. Which I did, but I
then went and laid down in Katie’s room instead of going back downstairs.
After about 20 minutes, Katie appeared. I’d slipped off the robe and
crawled under the covers. Naked. Not out of some emerging commitment to
nudism but because I was feeling a discomfiting erotic charge and there was
something very adult-feeling and sensuous about getting under the covers
naked. I’d never done that before. Katie got under her own covers and
grinned down at me where I lay on the airbed, chin resting on the edge of
her bed. “You ok?” she asked.
I must have sighed or something, as she started to apologize again.
“Don’t apologize,” I told her, “you warned me.” I added, “But, I guess you
really didn’t have to, like, point it out to me. I might have never
noticed.” Katie laughed and said it didn’t happen very often, so it was a
bit of a novelty to her, too. And it occurred to me that despite her
worldly-wise patina, she wasn’t really much more sophisticated than I was,
when it came to things like erections and man-mechanics. So we shared a
laugh over it and changed the subject, gossiping about people we saw at the
meet that afternoon and stuff like that.
I fell asleep pretty early, tired from the long day, and woke at like 3
am needing to go pee. I got out of the bed and had reached the door before
remembering I was still naked. I nearly turned back for the robe, but the
house was dark except for night-lights, and I felt compelled to try it.
The cool air of the hall felt delicious on my skin, the sensation of going
into the bathroom and just plonking down on the toilet without having to
pull down any panties was oddly thrilling and intimate all at once. I
remember thinking that I felt like a wild animal. Very cool.
I returned to bed a transformed person, because something inside me had
clicked – nudism was FUN. I’m not saying it’s like that for everyone who
tries it or experiences it, but that’s the way it was for me, at 3 am that
night at Katie’s house, all alone while everyone slept.
When I woke up in the morning, I stretched under the covers and
luxuriated in my nakedness. Katie was still asleep. Quietly, I rose, put
on the robe, and went to the door – I needed to pee again, and always liked
to brush my teeth when I first got up, too. But I paused, remembering the
middle-of-the-night excitement and discovery. And, taking a deep, shuddery
breath, and despite hearing Bill and Tammy’s voices in the house beyond my
friend’s bedroom’s door, I quickly shucked the robe and strolled out into a
new universe.
I guess Bill had just gone downstairs, as I emerged, but I sensed Tammy
was still moving about in the master bedroom down the hall, making the bed
or something. I went into the hall bathroom and did my business, and came
out, only to meet her in the hall. She was so cool about it, not even
doing a double take, just, “good morning Madison” and a big smile, and then
her own naked self disappeared down the stairs, with that flowing
blond-grey hair she had. She managed to move with the grace of a dancer
despite her seriously curvy (not fat, not at all) figure. More like what
they call rubenesque or something like that.
I peeked my head back into Katie’s room, but she was still drooling
daintily on her pillow. So I decided to be socially adventurous, with my
new found confidence. I went downstairs, and finding Bill in the kitchen
starting breakfast, offered to help. He cheerfully gave me a task chopping
some veggies for a nice omelet, while he finished getting the coffee
started. I realized that among other things, the Addisons also seemed to
be vegetarians, though they had plenty of eggs and cheese, so they weren’t
like radical vegans or something. Katie and I had talked about a guy at
our school who was vegan and acknowledged the appeal of the idea, though.
Well, maybe it was just cuz he was pretty cute, in a kind of punk-gothic
way.
Bill pulled out an apron and put it on before starting cooking the
omelet, joking, “nothing worse than getting splattered from a hot skillet,”
or something like that. I guess even nudists see the point of clothes in
some situations. But that’s the closest anything anyone said came to
referencing the fact of our lack of clothes… until Katie showed up,
bright eyed, and said, with glee, “Well, LOOOOK at YOU.” So full of
admiration for her friend, I wasn’t even embarrassed – I blushed instead
with pride. We grinned stupidly at each other. Later, Katie told me I was
the first friend she’d ever had, who, starting as a non-nudist, had
essentially become one because of her and her family, and in a weird way,
it totally cemented our friendship for years to come. I think that was day
she started introducing me as “Madison Addison, my honorary sister.” It did
sound cute.
That Sunday, we sunbathed in their very private back yard for a while,
and then helped Tammy with a project involving some stepping stones in the
garden, and spent time in the hot tub, all completely nude. Me and Katie
decided to cook dinner that night, and successfully concocted pasta with
fresh marinara sauce, garlic bread, and salad greens, while wearing little
matching yellow aprons, teasing each other about how cute our skinny butts
looked under the floppy bows of the apron ties behind our backs. Actually,
the marinara sauce wasn’t exactly the best I’ve had, and the garlic toast
spent too much time in the oven… but it was good fun, and Bill and Tammy
were diplomatic.
Monday was overcast and cooler, so we lazed around playing on her
playstation, and gossiped more about guys and school. Bill’s work didn’t
give him the day off, so he took off early and had said good bye just as I
was stumbling bleary eyed from the room, which was actually one of the more
awkward moments I felt, because of course he was all dressed for work and I
was standing there shamelessly nude. But Tammy was around, tinkering with
some project (she had like a zillion indoor and outdoor little craft
projects… she was like the perfect customer of one of those arts and
crafts stores that sell fake flowers and baskets and yarn and garden gnomes
and crap like that). Then she asked if we wanted to come with her and run
some errands, and for the first time in a day and half I got dressed, and
it felt odd. I remember whispering to Katie as we went out to the car,
“You must feel this weird every day, going to school.” She just nodded.
That was the end of my first nudism experience, because by the time we
got back, it was only about an hour until my parents would be picking me
up, and Tammy seemed to understand instinctively that she would be dressed
for that encounter. So in a little while, my parents and bro stopped by,
introductions were made all around, and it was almost with sadness that I
left for my own “textiled” home. But after that, my “sis” Katie was
definitely one of the closest friends I felt I’d ever had, and still is to
this day.
