Vignettes of Californium, Part III: One Day in the New Life

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Part II: viewtopic.php?f=5&t=3142

The following takes place several weeks after part II.

This story depicts sexual intercourse (between consenting adults)

7:30 AM

Laura Langford awoke in her bed in her long nightgown in a state of profound relaxation, her husband Jeff lying naked next to her, thinking about the previous night’s passionate lovemaking. Since CFNM had come into their life, the nights had pretty much ALL included passionate lovemaking. Being naked so much – and repeated experience of stark contrast between male attire (or lack of it) and what females were wearing, and limiting how much of her body he could see, had combined to ratchet up his sex drive. Her long nails reached over and began gently stroking his body.

There was something else that was probably thanks to CFNM. She hadn’t told the kids yet.

In a nearby room, Alana Townsend awoke at the same time. The two families were all together at the Langford home. Although the new school year had recently begun, there was no rush to get ready for anything since it was a Saturday.

Since CFNM had come into her life, her nights had changed too. Until then, during these get-togethers the girls had mostly slept in one set of rooms, the boys in others. Now they had arranged themselves in what had become for them a much more desirable configuration: by age. Which for Alana meant sharing a room with Adam Langford. Initially there had only been one bed in the room, but Adam (and Danny as well) had chivalrously surrendered their beds to the girls, sleeping instead in sleeping bags. Now, however, a second bed had been added to each room.

Adjusting her pajamas (which the other girls also wore for the most part), Alana got up out of bed and walked over to Adam, who was still asleep, covered at that moment only by a blanket over the lower half of his body, the upper half not covered by either bedding or clothing. Slowly she drew back the blanket to expose the rest of his body, equally unclothed. Adam’s sleep continued unabated. She went back to her bed, and drew the covers over her, content to gaze from the bed at Adam’s body. When he too awoke not long afterward, he started to pull up the blanket, but seeing her watching him he obligingly put it back down where it was.

8:30 AM

The family members were beginning to file into the kitchen for breakfast. Alana, however, had other plans. Having finished her shower, changed in the bathroom into a long-sleeved striped shirt and pants, and brushed out her long hair, she opened the bathroom door and signaled to Adam that it was his turn. But his shower would work a little differently. While Adam headed into the shower, Alana went and got a chair and set it down in front of the shower curtain. When Adam stepped into the shower, he drew the curtain down only partway, leaving the half further from the shower nozzle open to view. And it was Alana doing the viewing, from the chair. Clayton would likewise shower for Vanessa to watch, and Danny for Sofia, after breakfast.

When Alana came in for breakfast, she was the only one of the children in street clothes. Her mother, and Adam’s, had also dressed, but the other girls were still in their pajamas. The males, fathers and sons alike, were all naked; by this time, none of them even thought of wearing clothes inside their homes except when receiving visitors who were not practicing CFNM.

Alana fell into chatter partially with Vanessa and partially on the phone with her best friend Ingrid. The subject of conversation soon turned to what had happened earlier in the week at Alana’s and Adam’s high school.

“Yes, a group of boys naked in swim class! I talked to at least one of the boys who did it and some others who saw it…How many? Five or six, I think. And they said that nobody stopped them! And I hear there are going to be more joining in next week. We are going to have to try to see it for ourselves --”

“I’ll do it,” broke in Adam, “when the time comes.” His swim class wouldn’t start until later in the year.

“That would be a lot better if those classes were coed.”

“Maybe someday. And maybe that someday will be not so far away. Hey, six months ago or so you I don’t know that you had ever seen me naked, and look now.”

Alana resumed her conversation with Ingrid. “Have you been to the beach lately? No? Well, you and I will have to go there together. Wow, was it different when I went there with my family!”

12:00 PM

Greenwood Regional Park was the largest and most popular park near the Langfords’ hometown of Fairmont, located in the hills above it. It featured a large picnic area by a lake, a substantial network of walking trails, a campground, as well as the regional science museum.

The two families typically went there two or three times each year. On this day, they were headed there for a picnic lunch; they would decide later what to do afterward.

It took some time to prepare and pack up everything they might need there. It was shortly after 11:00 that they set out, using two vehicles since they didn’t have one big enough for both families.

They arrived at the picnic area shortly before noon. Eschewing the picnic tables, they hauled out blankets and spread them on the grass so that they could all eat together.

The most substantial difference from the last time that they had come here was that several of the males in their group hadn’t bothered to put on clothing before they set out. And the remainder removed theirs before settling down on the blankets to eat. In this, they were not alone, although they were the largest group where the males were so (un)clad. But their appearance had an immediate effect. In a group of two couples in their twenties seated at one of the tables, the women leaned forward and said something to the men while pointing at the two families. A moment later the two men got up and went to their vehicle, returning with towels that they spread out on the bench seats. Then the men, who had been wearing just shorts, removed their clothing and sat down naked on the towels.

When lunch was finished and everything put back in the cars, it was time to decide what to do next. The adults preferred to take a walk while the children all wanted to go swimming in the lake. After a little talking among the other adults, Jeff said “OK, we’ll meet you right back here in an hour.”

Some of the girls had put on their swimsuits under their other clothing before setting out, so getting ready to swim was a snap. The others headed to the cars to retrieve their swimwear, then to the girls’ bathroom / changing area. The boys, of course, were all already ready to swim.

After retrieving the needed supplies, the adults gave their temporary farewells. For their walk, they chose a loop that included going all the way around the lake. With far fewer people on the trail than at the lake, Laura wasn’t particularly sorry that the children had stayed behind; it allowed her to snuggle up more against Jeff’s body as they walked without feeling self-conscious about it. Except for footwear, the two men had not put on any clothing.

The children headed for the roped-off swimming area. It was the most popular part of the picnic area, and there were a number of other people, mainly children but also some adults, in the lake and on the adjoining shore. About half of the total males, men and boys alike, at and in the lake were naked, and about the same percentage of the females were wearing high-necked, high-backed one-piece suits like all of the Townsend-Langford girls had on and were increasingly coming into vogue.

Adam and Alana, being the oldest and most experienced swimmers, swam out to the deepest water at the far end of the swimming area. The others remained closer to shore, where they engaged in a game of “tag”. To give themselves an advantage (and disqualify being touched in any private area), the girls made a rule that you could only tag someone in an area uncovered by swimsuit, allowing them to touch the boys anywhere while they themselves could only be touched on the arms and legs.

Once their parents completed their walk and showed up again, the children emerged from the lake and the two families prepared to head home.

6:00 PM

Dinner for ten took a little effort – although they were hardly the first to undertake it; in times of yore some families did that all the time. On this day, tacos on the menu was satisfactory for everyone.

As it happened, three of the girls and women had chosen a green shirt and dark-blue pants or jeans for the day. The other two decided to match and went to their rooms to change into the same thing before dinner.

The men had previous brought out the extra leaves for the dinner table and put them in to make it a table for ten. Each of the five male-female pairs – the two sets of parents, Alana and Adam, Vanessa and Clayton, and Sofia and Danny – sat next to each other, as had become the custom when both families ate together. Doing so created an interested color pattern, as one of them pointed out, with the green-blue of the females alternating around the table with the bare flesh color of the males.

When they were all seated, Annie spoke up.

“Since we’re all together, this is a good time to say to all of you kids – your mothers have a special announcement: you are all going to be older siblings again. We’re both pregnant! And with due dates very close to each other. We’ll go through pregnancy together for the first time.” (Sofia and Danny, the closest of the children in age to each other, were still separated by several months.)

That, of course, set off a great deal of buzzing and well-wishing at the table, and talk about babies to come, for the remainder of the meal.

These children-to-be would be distinctly affected by having no memory of a time before CFNM.

8:30 PM

The families were gathered together in the family room, watching television. At this time was beginning San Sebastian, a family semi-comedy that was a favorite of the older children. At 9 PM it would be parents’ choice, which would be a crime drama; in the meantime, some of them were reading a magazine or newspaper.

“This show isn’t very real,” spoke up Danny.

“What do you mean?”

“Nobody’s naked! No boys, I mean.”

“Well, it’s TV”, said Laura. “They really can’t show that. Not on this station. And definitely not a family-friendly show like this one. About the only time I did see something about it, they just showed men from the waist up.”

The children then began talking with each other about the characters on the show, and what they thought about the direction that the show was taking with them. The girls focused mainly on talking about the two male lead characters, Joey and Johnny (and whether the show wouldn’t be improved if their clothing was removed).

10:15 PM

Alana, Adam, and the adults remained in the family room, watching the news. The others were preparing for bed.

Vanessa and Clayton were in the bathroom together, standing side by side, brushing their teeth. Standing in front of a large mirror gave them a chance to see the contrast in clothing. Vanessa had changed into a full-length nightgown, while Clayton, as he had the rest of the day, was wearing nothing.

After they were finished, the two went into Vanessa’s room, each taking one of the two beds. Vanessa climbed into bed and pulled the covers over her while Clayton, seeing Vanessa watching him, remained seated on his bed.

“Clayton?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you think about swimming nude in school swim class?”

“Well, maybe it’s becoming time for it. Neither of us used to ever see it, but you know I was swimming nude myself at the lake today, along with your brothers, and we weren’t the only ones. That probably wouldn’t have been allowed a year ago, you think? I sure wasn’t doing it then, and I don’t recall it happening anywhere until this year. It seems to be a lot more accepted now.”

“I mean, what do you think about you swimming nude in school swim class? In front of girls? Would you do it? Would you want to?

Clayton paused a moment. “Sure,” he replied, “Bring it on. I did something just like it today, didn’t I?”

A short time later, Laura turned the TV off and she and Jeff went up to their room. As soon as the door was closed, she began fondling his naked body. His penis quickly began to spring up to attention in response. Except when changing into her nightgown, she kept at least one hand on him continually. Even when brushing her teeth, one hand was on the toothbrush, the other sliding along her husband’s body.

As the two of them climbed into bed together and began embracing, only half of Jeff’s mind was on his wife. The other half was replaying the events of the day. This wasn’t new – he’d been doing it just about every night since the day that he had first stripped himself in front of the rest of his family and the Townsends’. That he was naked most of the day – and in public to boot – while she was covered up all day. Even at that moment. Something he would never have imagined all that long ago. And not only that, but how the nudity was completely a male thing. That it wasn’t just him, but Robert and the boys too, and those men on the bench, and many others. And that Laura, and Annie, and Alana too, now all wore those one-piece suits that completely covered their breasts and midriffs, instead of the bikinis that they used to wear, and that that too was becoming more and more prominent in the same way that male nudity was. It all combined to trigger something primeval in him. If he found being naked with his wife clothed to be something of a turn-on, the effect was multiplied many times over by what he had been experiencing all day and all week long.

In the first part of the year, the two of them had been having sex two, maybe three times a week. But almost from the day that Jeff had first exposed himself in front of the other members of the two families, they had virtually never skipped a single night. And every day brought new CFNM experiences to add more fuel to the fire.

By now, his penis was rock-hard, and Laura’s hands were all over it, caressing it, stroking it and his balls together. He badly wanted to use it now, but he didn’t, not yet. Instead, his hands went to work as Laura’s were, reaching for her ample breasts, finding fabric instead of bare flesh, but that was expected; for all that their sex had increased in frequency, either seeing or feeling her bare breasts had become significantly less frequent than before.

He had become almost dizzy with lust and anticipation by the time his penis did slip inside the bottom of her nightgown and find its mark. Now he wanted to thrust like mad but again restrained himself, going more slowly and deliberately, wanting to draw the experience out as long as possible. His wife’s moans sent a message to stay the course.

At last he yielded to his body’s demand, and then they both quickly reached the point of climax. When it was over, she pushed her nightgown back down to her ankles and wrapped the covers over herself, leaving him uncovered, and herself around him; for a while her body would be his sole source of warmth. They both quickly fell asleep, as Laura imagined Annie and Robert, in the guest bedroom, doing the same sort of thing.

The experiences of the day likewise drove both of the older boys to masturbate. With the bed covers off, each of them had an interested audience of one.

This ends my account of “year one”. In the next part, the time clock will have spun forward quite a ways…

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*** This additional story is "by request" ***

Peak season was over at the Californium beaches, but it was still warm enough to attract plenty of beachgoers on a Saturday. At one of the main parking lots along the long stretch of Carson Beach, a silver sedan pulled into an empty space. Out of the driver’s side door stepped Alana Townsend, and from the passenger side her friend Ingrid. After hauling their beach towels and other gear from the trunk, they proceeded down the short pathway to the beach, which wasn’t visible from the parking lot.

Ingrid and Alana were the same age. While Alana was about average height for a girl her age, Ingrid was a few inches shorter. Both had long hair of similar length, about halfway down their backs, with Ingrid’s several shades darker brown than Alana’s auburn color. Like her mother, Alana was more curvaceous than Ingrid was.

It was exactly one week after Alana had told Ingrid about the boys in the swim class. Ingrid had noticed naked males out and about a few times in the past couple of months, something she could not recall ever having seen before, but she still wasn’t entirely sure that what Alana had told her about the boys in the class wasn’t just a gag. It sounded so farfetched. Her family was not practicing CFNM or even aware of its existence. They had visited the Townsends once that summer – the families knew each other – but that time Clayton and his father had been clothed.

Upon coming to pick Ingrid up, Alana had asked to see her swimsuits. To Ingrid’s surprise, Alana had strongly suggested – virtually insisted, in fact – that Ingrid take and put on under her street clothes the modest one-piece suit that she used for swim class. She had never worn it to the beach before.

On the way there, Alana hadn’t said anything about the beach, preferring to talk about movies they had seen that summer and the classes they were taking now, and also asking about Jimmy, Ingrid’s semi-boyfriend. Ingrid replied that they were talking about making it a full-fledged relationship, but they weren’t there yet.

On the path, Ingrid kept her head turned towards Alana while the two continued to chat. Upon reaching the end of the path, Alana prepared to put her foot down on the first step on the short stairway down to the beach, turned her head forward, and stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth agape.

For nearly a full minute she just turned her head back and forth without moving or saying a word. Finally, she asked, “Wh-when did this happen?? How many are out there like that? Twenty-five? Thirty?”

“I’d say more like thirty-five,” replied Alana. Just then another group of beachgoers came up behind them, passed by, and started out onto the beach. Smiling, she pointed her thumb at the two men in the group, who were both bare-assed naked. “Make that thirty-seven.” She didn’t try to answer Ingrid’s first question, not then.

In a daze, Ingrid stepped down onto the beach with Alana at her side. The two selected an empty patch, set down their towels, and removed their street clothes. Alana acted as if being around so many naked males was an everyday thing, which, for her, it was. Ingrid, on the other hand, couldn’t stop staring. Other than brief glimpses of her brother's when much younger, she had never seen male genitals in her life, and now they were on display by the dozen.

“Imagine Jimmy like this,” said Alana.

“Yes,” replied Ingrid dreamily, “imagine.”

“It has to be a growing trend,” said Alana. “I was at the beach around here just a couple of months ago, and I tell you, it definitely wasn’t this many of the guys naked then. I’d say at least half of them now. Maybe more. Not to mention how much smaller the suits on some of the guys in the other half have become.”

Looking around, Ingrid understood why Alana had told her she should wear the one-piece. Although there were some bikinis to be seen, Ingrid could swear that, on average, the swimsuits on the females on the beach covered a lot more of their skin than she remembered from her last beach visit the year before. That went for Alana, who was wearing a suit that showed even less skin than her own. Ingrid made a mental note to herself that she would have to go shopping for at least one new suit before coming to the beach again.

“Where’d you get your suit?” Ingrid asked. “Waller’s”, Alana replied. Ingrid thought to herself, Maybe one just like Alana’s.

She ended up spending almost all of their time on the beach taking in the sights around her.

“Weird,” she said, “how the swimwear trends for guys and girls seem to be moving in the exact opposite directions.”

“Not so weird, actually”, replied Alana. “I’ll tell you about it.”

When the two packed up and started back to their car, Alana started telling Ingrid for the first time how her family’s lifestyle had changed since the spring, starting with the girls’ retreat trip where it had all begun and what she had heard there. “You see, that fits in exactly with what we saw here today.”

On the way back home, Alana continued talking about everything that had happened as Ingrid listened in amazement. When she was done, she said “So, you should meet my family the way they actually live at home now.” She pulled out her phone and called home. “Dad? I’m here with Ingrid. We’re going to come to our house together. No need for you or Clayton to put on clothes – she knows now.”

Two weeks later, Alana got a call from Ingrid.

“You told me last week that you and your family had “converted” other families to – what did you call it? CFNM?”

“Right both times. We have converted other families. And it is called CFNM.”

Can you convert my family too?”

“I think so,” replied Alana. “I’ll talk to my mother and see if we can’t set something up for you and your family. I know that she is always happy to see another family join up.”

“And one more thing,” continued Ingrid. “I don’t have to imagine anymore. I’m at the beach again, with Jimmy – and he’s naked!!”

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It was a couple of years before Alana and Ingrid made it back to the beach together. By then, they were in college, and not the same college, so their get-togethers were largely limited to periods when both schools were on break, mainly in summer.

It was one of those summer days. Jimmy was going along with the two of them. Alana first went over to Ingrid’s house. On the day of the previous beach trip, when she met Ingrid’s father and younger brother at their home, both were fully clothed. This time, they were both naked. But then, by that point that was how all of Alana’s friends’ families were living at home.

When Jimmy showed up at Ingrid’s house, the three of them set out. Upon arriving at the beach parking lot, Jimmy immediately shed his shorts, which was the only article of clothing that he had been wearing. The three of them gathered up their things, left the parking lot, and walked onto the beach.

If Alana had noticed a change in the beach from her first visit after the “girls’ retreat” trip to her second a couple of months later, the difference now, after a so much longer interval, was much more dramatic. On that previous visit with Ingrid, they had seen about half of the males there were wearing swimsuits. Now they could see that only about 20-25% of them were not naked, and nearly all of those were in something definitely smaller than trunks. Some wore speedo-type suits, while many others went for something even smaller -- thongs. Some of the latter left so little to the imagination that they might as well have been naked.

On that previous visit, they had also seen that about half of the females were in bikinis and the others were in one-piece suits. Now among the bevy of modest-swimsuit-clad females was a single one, off by herself, in a revealing bikini. Ingrid pointed in her direction, leaned over to Alana, and softly said “Slutty, don’t you think?”

Alana smiled to herself. The week before, the two of them had been watching a movie on TV that had been made several years earlier. In one scene at a nightclub, a group of women were shown all in short skirts, several of them with tops cut low enough to reveal cleavage. On seeing that, Ingrid had spoken that same word to her.

It was if Ingrid had forgotten that it had been not all that long ago that she herself, in those situations, could have been seen in the same sort of outfits.

But there was another change as well, and this one made both women gawk.

A group of two men and two women walked past them. The men were both naked, but that by itself was not what held Alana's and Ingrid's gazes. It was that their penises were fully erect.

“Wow...it feels as strange to see that as that day when I first saw all the naked guys out here”, said Ingrid.

“Well, it is the beach,” murmured Alana. “If we were going to see it anywhere, it probably would be here.”

Those men were not the only males in the same erect state.

The three of them selected a spot, and then the women removed their outer clothing to reveal that Alana was in a one-piece suit very similar to the one that she had worn the previous time – coverage almost up almost to the neck in front and halfway up the back -- except with a somewhat lower cut leg, and Ingrid’s was a near-twin other than for color.

After spreading towels and settling in, Jimmy pulled out a container of sunscreen to cover himself with, but Ingrid snatched it away. With an almost mischievous grin, she told him, “I think I’ll be the one put this on you now.” With that, she began to avidly spread the sunscreen over his naked body, making sure that no part of his body was not attended to. When she got to his genital area, she took things especially slowly.

Once she was done, she asked Alana, “So, how many guys with stiffies can you see?”

Standing up, Alana looked around and said “I’d say at least a dozen.”

Ingrid pointed to Jimmy. “Now here’s one more!”



The “Slutty” bit above was inspired by an actual newspaper article I read some time ago.