misgivings I had about how I was going to deal with Emma's likely nudity, I readily agreed. I could hear the relief in Freddie's voice when she thanked me before the two of us worked out the details. They were going to fly out the night before, and because the last day's activities were scheduled to run until late evening, they'd fly back the day after. She went on to explain that Mike's attendance at the thing was some kind of Sign that he was being considered for Important Things, and that her attendance would go a long ways toward his making a good impression on the mucky-mucks. I assured her I was glad to help, and wished her and Mike the best.
When it came time for Emma to come over, she was feeling a little mopey, just as I'd anticipated; not only was she obliged to stay home, but her parents were going to be gone longer than they ever had before. So when I offered to take her out for dinner, it was for the dual purpose of not having to eat my own cooking and try and cheer her up. By the time we got back home, she was back to her usual chipper self. It wasn't entirely coincidental that we didn't get home until a bit past her usual bedtime, so that she was obliged to go straight to bed.
Over breakfast the next morning, she wanted to know if it was okay if her friend Becky came over while I was at work. Emma was easily responsible enough to be left alone during the day, and I knew enough about her best friend to know that there wasn't anything to worry about with the two of them there, so I okayed it.
When I got home from work, I was a little surprised to see Becky still there for the simple reason that any time previous, Emma's friends had left before I got home. But Becky was a good kid, so I didn't mind having her stay later-even to having supper with us. Afterwards, the two of them were insistent that they'd be the ones to take care of cleaning up, to my pleasure… and suspicion. I'd heard enough from the parents that I worked with to know that there was no such thing as a free lunch where teenagers were involved; with the girls so adamantly volunteering to do something I'd normally have to ask their help with, I figured there was something they wanted. While I was hoping that it was something like them wanting ice cream for dessert, I didn't really figure I was going to get off that easily.
Not long after they'd finished and come into the living room where I was, I found out what it was they were after: Emma wanted to know if it would be okay for Becky to spend the night.
It wasn't that big of a deal, really, but it was the first time she'd ever asked anything like that, too. While I would have normally would have gently shot down the idea, I still had it in my mind that Emma was going to be there with me for a few more days; it also occurred to me that with Becky there, it seemed pretty unlikely that Emma would go into her naturist mode and start running around naked. I'll confess that it was that latter detail that counted most toward my granting the request, provided that Becky's parents called and said they were okay with it. It wasn't but a couple of minutes later that they were on the phone with me, doing just that.
I'd barely hung up the phone when both of the girls were rocketing toward Emma's room. It wasn't her room, of course; just the spare bedroom I had that she had been allowed to add some personal touches to for when she was staying with me. There were a couple of dolls from when she was little, a few stuffed animals, and a couple of boy band posters, among other things.
I actually kind of welcomed their departure, figuring that they'd be spending most of the evening in Em's room. That relief was replaced with horror when I saw the two of them coming back down the hall a few minutes later: both of them were stark naked.
With Emma free to wander around in varying stages of undress, I didn't see that there was anything I could say about Becky's nudity. I kept my face blank and projected my best calm composure facade, and waited to see what other landmines lay waiting for me. When the two of them got close enough, Emma must have seen that I needed some kind of explanation, and told me 'You know that Becky's, like, my best friend ever, and I told her one time about me and Mom and Daddy being nudists. She didn't freak out or anything, so I asked her if she'd like to find out what it's really like. She did, and went with us for a day a couple of times. Of course, she didn't tell her parents exactly what KIND of day camp we were going to! Anyway, once she tried it, she found out that there wasn't anything to be worried about or ashamed of, so she's okay with it now.'
After that, Becky told me 'It's not like I take my clothes off all the time, or anything like that; just that if I'm someplace with Em, I'm okay with getting naked if she is.'
Hoping that my shell of equanimity didn't crack open, I nodded my understanding before telling her 'Sounds reasonable to me' and turning to watch the TV again.
To my infinite joy, the two of them opted to sit on the floor and lean back against the couch I was sitting on- effectively putting them out of my direct sight. Still, as the evening went on, both were up and down several times for various reasons. Being good kids, both were polite and courteous enough to ask if there was anything I needed or wanted whenever that happened, which made it possible for me to learn what Becky looked like.
A dishwater blond with lovely green eyes and cute face, Becky was a fraction of an inch taller than Emma, and slightly better developed… due to being a little older, I figured. Her breasts were generally pear-shaped, with pink areolas about an inch across. Centered in those were her nipples, looking like the stereotypical pencil erasers. Becky was a bit more curved at waist and hips than Emma, and had legs that were a little thicker and stronger- looking-but no less appealing. To my surprise and pleasure, her mons was completely shaved; I could easily make out the hood of her clitoris, and the edges of her labia where they peeked out from her cleft. All in all, she made for an attractive and undeniably sexy package.
While the two of them weren't bouncing up and down all the time, it still happened often enough that the sight of them in front of me kept me semi-erect all evening. I wasn't able to 'relax' until after it got to be their bedtime, and they'd gone back to Em's room.
When I figured it was safe to do so, I got up and went back to my bedroom and went to bed. I wasn't anywhere near ready to fall asleep when, a few minutes later, my door opened. Recognizing Emma's silhouette, I waited to hear what she had to say or ask. Instead, she gave me the surprise of my life by coming over to the bed and slipping under the covers with me. Shocked, it took a couple of moments before I could exclaim 'Emma, what the Hell are you doing?!' while scooting myself well away from her.
She closed the gap I'd created between us, prompting me to open it again; that was immediately followed by her closing it, me moving away, her moving closer… it ended when I was faced with either falling out of bed or actually getting out of it. Since I habitually slept nude, that seemed like a poor choice, under those circumstances. That left me with no choice but to lay there and feel her warm body next to mine.
Satisfied that I wasn't going to get away from her, Emma finally got around to answering my question by telling me 'What I'm doing is making sure I have your attention, because there's something special I need to ask you.'
'Emma, you know that I always pay attention when there's something you want to tell me or ask. What could you possibly have to ask me that's so special you have to get into bed with me like this?'
'I want to ask if you'll agree to being the one I give my virginity to.'
Stunned, it was several seconds before I could say the first thing that came to mind, which was something I'd heard her say: 'That is so not gonna happen!'
I heard a brief, soft laugh before she said 'Before you say that, will you listen to what I have to say to you? I've heard you tell Mom and Daddy that you think people should have the chance to explain themselves when they want somebody to do something; aren't you going to give me that chance?'
Mouth, meet foot. Foot, mouth. Sighing at being hoisted on my own petard, I told her 'Okay, go ahead, then. Let's see if you can convince me I should be going to bed with my own fourteen-year-old niece. If you can't, will you go back to your own bed and leave me in peace?'
' If I can't, yeah, I will', she answered.
After taking a few seconds to apparently organize her thoughts, she began by telling me 'The first thing you should know is that I'm not wanting to stop being a virgin for any reason except that I think I'm ready. I've heard other girls talking about having sex, but Mom and Daddy… and even you… you've helped me learn that I should only do something because it's right for me, not because everybody else is doing it. I mean, I was wondering what sex was like even before my last birthday, but I knew I wasn't ready to find out yet, so I waited. Whenever I started feeling like I wanted to start having sex, I'd stop and really think about it-what I'd be doing, and with who, and why, and all of that; and then I'd think about if that was really what I wanted right then. Every time I did that, I realized that I wasn't really ready yet. It wasn't until I could honestly tell myself 'that's okay' if it hurt real bad when I lost my cherry, or that I might not like how it felt the first time or even the first few times, and that I really could accept that once I gave someone my virginity, I couldn't get it back again, and all the rest of it, that I knew I was ready for the just-sex part of it.'
Taking a breath, she went on 'From the things Mom told me, and the things that she and Daddy have said… I
