Nudist Pictures: Our First Journeys
Teen Nudism: A Desire, A Dare And Excitement
IF YOU'RE LIKE MANY PEOPLE, YOU'VE KEPT A SECRET SHOEBOX FULL OF HIGH SCHOOL MEMORIES OF YOUR FIRST "NUDIST" EXPERIENCES. YOU PROBABLY USED AN INSTAMATIC AND WERE TERRIFIED TO HAVE THEM DEVELOPED.
Her name was Suzanne, and she in the house behind ours. Her family moved in when she and I were about eight years old, and we quickly became pals, doing the usual kid stuff until we heard our mothers call us in for the night. You know the routine.
Within a few years we both began the usual tribulations of puberty. She was ahead of me in this game, so it was she who took the burden of getting all the facts. It remained highly theoretical for some time. Then, the languor of summer break took hold and we found ourselves in the full grip of our ascension into adulthood. Things were happening. Suzanne was ripening before my eyes. She wore a bra now, and her hips were broadening. Imagining what she must look like without her clothes became an obsession. I suffered my first "nocturnal" incident.
One afternoon she asked, "Do you have any hair yet?" She meant down there of course. I did, and I admitted it. "Do you?" I asked. She confirmed it. I felt myself reacting in a way that was now becoming familiar to me.
Inevitably, we were both curious to see the evidence.
Suzanne asked if I wanted to see her pubic hair. Of course I did. She pulled her pants down to reveal just the upper reaches of its terrain. I did the same, making some effort to hide the fact of my erection.
Naturally, we progressed from there and, fortunately, she was very tender with my emotions. With some trepidation, we slowly removed our clothing, piece by piece, and at each stage was a new revelation, like I was receiving the master key to the life that awaited me. She didn't mind my "boner," using the parlance of youth. She asked if I could "bend it." I showed her it was indeed very flexible. She said I could feel her breasts. When I did she shivered, and it appeared her knees had become weak.
We spent a lot of time that summer in the woods near our house. We'd get naked, stash our clothes, then run around, climb trees, sit the grass and talk - but we never had sex. Nor did we discuss it. These were sweet and compassionate days of exploration and instructive exhibitionism. We were safe with each other. We witnessed the entirety of each other's private bits, became accustomed to them, learned we could cope with our mutual nudity without descending into the chaos of a relationship, the kind that were taking hold over our friends at school.
We took pictures of each other with her dad's Polaroid camera. I've kept them all these years (see: "Shoebox Memories"), though a divorce and ensuing relationships. At the end of junior high her family moved away and I never saw her again. Sadly, I learned she died a few years ago from breast cancer.
So, I never got a chance to thank her for introducing me to the wonders of womanhood, for giving me those insights into what was coming. When I started dating and discovered the secrets of other girls I felt like an old pro. There was no shock to endure, and I basically already knew what she would like from me.
It's appropriate that I should mention and share all this on a nudist site. Though we didn't know it at the time, Suzanne and I were "nudists." We couldn't wait to get our clothes off and run around naked. It gave us a healthy introduction into the wonders of the opposite sex, with no question of performance confusing the atmosphere, letting us just "be."
And it's a never ending story, really. I'm still a nudist, and I still experience the wonder whenever I see a young nudist frolicking on the beach. That's just our essential nature on display. We forget when we get older how delightful it used to be to just be young and carefree, and naked of course. Nudist Experience: Getting Naked With Girls