At last, a new story by TooTallToFall! To say I have had some writers block is an understatement. Tons of ideas, absolutely no follow-through. This one, setting aside a couple of handfuls that are in the works, was rushed through to completion in a couple of days. I hope that the desperation to actually get something over the finish line does not show in the writing and flow of what should be a quick, easy read.

All characters over 18.

Comments welcome!

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“Hey, Em.”

I had just walked into the apartment and one of my roommates sat in wait.

“Jesse! Roomie! How are you?!”

“Oh, geez,” I grumbled in response to her perky salutation, “what do you want?”

“What?! Can’t I be excited to see my favorite person?!”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards my bedroom. There was no point in waiting around as there were two things absolutely certain in my mind.

First, she wanted something. Her M.O. was the same every time she was about to ask me for something: super-sappy. Admittedly, the requests were normally pretty good-natured, simple asks for a ride or a small loan that she always paid back, or maybe help moving something that was a bit too big for her, but she nonetheless always asked in an over-the-top sugary manner. There was also a reality that whatever the ask was, it would make her very happy and leave me only slightly inconvenienced. So, of course I would give her what she wanted, she was my roommate and – most of the time – friend, but it was a pre-written script we followed nonetheless.

I stepped into my room and put my bag down, the patter of her scampering in behind me immediately following.

Second, I thought to myself as she launched herself onto my bed with not a care in the world for any personal boundary that I may have, I couldn’t be her favorite person as her favorite person was herself. Actually, that was unfair. My roommate Emily was a very decent person who would gladly go out of her way for me if I ever asked. But, we both knew that there was only one thing that I wanted from her and it wasn’t some random favor.

It was summer and hot in the apartment. I would have had the air conditioning set to about 64 degrees but Em and our 3rd roommate wouldn’t hear of it. So, it was set at 78 and I had to change out of my work clothes into something more comfortable as soon as I got home. For her part, Emily was in her standard summer house attire: small, tight, biking-style shorts, and a loose, thin, tanktop.

No bra.

Never a bra.

She watched me as I got undressed, tossing my dress-shirt and undershirt into my hamper. Pulling my pants off and hanging them back up in my closet. Finding a tank-top of my own and a pair of shorts to pull over my boxer briefs. I could never quite gauge what was going on in her mind when she watched me like she did. She wasn’t leering. She wasn’t watching longingly. She seemed neither impressed or repulsed. She just kinda’ watched. Usually, as I found her right then, quietly.

“Em,” I said, breaking the silence, “what do you want?”

“Why do you say that? Why do I have to want anything? Why can’t I just be happy to see you?”

“I suppose you can be happy to see me,” I replied, “but we both also know that you want something. So just let me know what it is.”

I pulled the shirt over my head and leaned up against the dresser, facing her. She was on her side, her large breasts threatening to spill out of the side of her loosely cut top, edge-of-areola already visible. I don’t think she even realized how much of a tease she was. This was just Emily. More comfortable in her own skin than anyone I had ever met.

“I want you to enter a volleyball tournament with Ri-Ri and I.”

Ri-Ri was Sarah, our 3rd roommate. All of us had met in college and had been living together for 4 years now. Though no longer in college, both of them – having played competitive club ball while at school – still played volleyball almost year round in various club and rec leagues around the city. I had gone to watch a handful of times and they were quite good. While it wasn’t like they would be joining the pro leagues in Europe, they more than held their own in any co-ed social league play. I, on the other hand, hadn’t played more than a handful of competitive matches since high-school, a fact that Emily was aware of.

“I know what you are going to say,” she continued, “you don’t play volleyball,” pretty much reading my mind. “But, this is a pretty special circumstance.”

…And she explained to me that the tournament was at her parents’ club.

When she had first mentioned spending most of the summers of her youth at her parents’ “club,” I admit I automatically assumed she meant a fancy country club. It wasn’t until I commented on her seemingly ever-present tan that she clued me into the fact that her parents were members of a naturist club, and a fancy one at that. In pictures that she had shown me, it had all of the amenities of a 3-4 star resort, with multiple pools, sports facilities, a Mediterranean restaurant, spa, and more.

“There is a five-thousand dollar prize escort bayan beyoğlu for the team that wins, and even the 2nd place team gets its money back. Because it is only open to club members, there aren’t any real ringers and I think we have a really good shot to win. It’s a 3-on-3 tournament and I figure you are a perfect 3rd to join us. You’re tall. You’re athletic. You’ve played volleyball in the past. We’ve already seen you naked and, let’s be honest…”

She waved her hand over her chest, gesturing to her breast, whose nipple was now clearly exposed.

“…you’ve basically already seen me naked too. What do we have to lose?”

Emily had been asking me to join volleyball teams with her and Sarah for years as something to do together. For a while I had other commitments, but I didn’t particularly have any excuse here. I thought of the instance of my roommates seeing me naked that she mentioned. It was about 2 years ago and I had broken up with my girlfriend. While she had been my long-time partner since high-school, and there was a reality to us growing apart over the years, there was also truth in her accusation that I emotionally wasn’t invested in “us” anymore as I had a crush on someone else.

That someone was Emily.

So, we broke up and I came back to the apartment, intent on telling Em how I felt and seeing if there was reciprocation. To calm my nerves I started drinking.

…and drinking.

…and drinking.

By the time Em and Sarah got home, I was absolutely plastered. Unfortunately, this didn’t stop me from expressing my love for Emily, though she did not particularly take me seriously when immediately after doing so I threw up all over myself and passed out. It took both of them to get me undressed and showered and I ended up passing out on Emily’s bed for the night, fully nude and sprawled out across her covers. They each took pictures and videos of me in my vulnerable state and bring them up periodically as a joke. Though my feelings hadn’t subsided, I also hadn’t brought up my crush again. Plus, the attempted distraction of the handful of dates and demi-relationships I had had since then had fizzled as my heart just wasn’t engaged.

Nonetheless…

“Couple of concerns,” I said when she paused for my response. “First, Sarah and I aren’t members of the club. Second, whether you both have seen me and we both have essentially seen you nude, do you really think that she is going to want to be naked in front of me? Let alone the rest of the club?”

I think the fact that I didn’t immediately dismiss her request emboldened her and Emily popped up into a kneeling position, wide-eyed and smiling.

“Actually, because my parents are members, and I am a part of their family plan, you two can both join on guest passes for the weekend. People have done it in the past so I know it’s okay. You can have two guests, just not all 3 for the team.”

“And Sarah?”

“She’s in, babe! I talked to her about it this morning! She said that as long as you did it then she would too. But only if you say yes! So?!”

The fact that Sarah had agreed to take part was what surprised me most. This wasn’t to say that Sarah was a prude or uptight, just that she was a normal American in their mid-20’s like me and, by default, we didn’t tend to get casually naked in front of others.

“I’m not saying no,” I replied cautiously, “but I am not saying yes either. Let me think about it for a bit. When is it?”

“Next weekend?”

“Is that a question?”

“No, an answer,” she said more firmly. “It’s next weekend.”

“Anything else that I should know?”

Emily started rattling off all of what she considered to be pertinent details. It was a single elimination tournament with a max of 32 teams. The teams could be all female or any mix of male/female combinations, but could not be all male. Historically most of the teams were a bit older, though there were quite a few younger people like ourselves that entered as well. It was one of the most popular events of the year so the club would be completely booked.

“Where do we stay?”

“My parents will be entertaining friends at their cabin, but they were able to reserve a room for us in the lodge. It’s essentially a hotel room with two queen beds. It will be the three of us and my sister. We can decide who shares beds once we get there.”

I had never met Emily’s parents, but I had met her sister, Amanda. Amanda was 5 years younger than us, so 19, and was a really sweet girl based on my previous interactions.

“Since this is my idea, I’ll pay the $500 entry fee for our team,” she continued. “If we flame out, my loss. If we win, I get my money back and we split the rest evenly, fifteen-hundred per person.”

“Food?”

“The rest of the entry fee mostly goes toward food and drinks. For the most part, during the tournament weekend it’s essentially a festival atmosphere. Everyone eats at a big tent that is set up outside the lodge and hangs out together around the club. If there is anything else we specifically want then my parents can take care of it.”

“When do we go?”

“Seeding starts on Friday night, escort bayan ataköy so your company offering half-day Friday’s in the summer will help since it’s a couple hour drive. We will play individual games against 4 random teams and then get ranked based on how we do with those games. Bracket play starts on Saturday. There are 4 courts, so the first round can take a while. Depending on how quickly it goes, and how far we advance, we will either play three elimination games on Saturday and one on Sunday, or two-and-two.”

“I gotta’ say,” I replied with a bit of scepticism, “this all sounds pretty intense.”

“It is,” she admitted, but then backtracked, “but it isn’t. While it is really well organized and run, the reality is that the vast majority of the players are old-ish members of the club. While it isn’t to say that would make them pushovers, it is to say that most of them are just doing it for fun, with absolutely no intention of winning in it. It’s just something that happens each year. It’s like the entry fee is just part of their entertainment budget or something.”

There was logic to what she was saying. Afterall, everyone had hobbies that they spent their money on, why would this be any different?

“I legitimately think that we can win this thing, Jess. And, even if we don’t, I know the weekend is a really good time. I think that it is a win-win for you.”

I found myself nodding and getting a bit introspective. At only 24, I found myself in a bit of a lull. I am not sure if it was my un-actioned crush on Emily or something else, but I felt like I was floundering a bit. I wanted some sort of spark, some sort of adventure, some sort of anything to help me feel alive.

We heard the door and Sarah came down the hallway toward her room.

“Ri-Ri,” Emily squealed, “I just told Jesse about the volleyball tournament!”

Sarah had a bit of a pensive look on her face when she looked at me for confirmation.

“You’re good with this?”

“I will if you will,” she responded with a bit of a shrug.

The three of us stood there for a moment, all silent, both of the women focused on me, waiting for my reaction or response.

“Okay,” I finally said, “I’m in.”

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The week was a blur. While there were obvious travel and planning and logistical concerns to be addressed, every other spare moment outside of work and sleep hours were spent getting me up-to-speed with playing volleyball again. The good news is that I had played before and was an athlete at heart, plus Em and Sarah were really easy to get in sync with. So, by the time we hit the road on Friday, I legitimately thought – based on absolutely no comparative information – that we indeed might have a chance to win this thing.

The mood in the car was much more upbeat than I expected based on the nerves I had ping-ponging around my head and gut. That said, I am quite sure that both of the ladies did some pre-game drinking prior to hitting the road, leaving me out as I was driving. Nonetheless, the trip was smooth and easy and my only real thought by the time we got to the club was how there would be no backing out.

“Caliente Sol” made me react in two different ways. First, with an eye roll based on the error in placing the adjective in front of the noun in a Spanish name. Second, with a jaw drop based on how huge the front gates were. Emily had alluded to the fact that it was a pretty exclusive place, but if the gates were any indicator, I had far underestimated her.

Pulling into the club, I was greeted with some familiar sights both from the pictures I had found on the website earlier in the week, as well as shots that Emily had shown me on her phone. Indeed, it was a high-end resort and I was mildly jealous at the thought of how cool it would have been to be a member. We drove straight to the main lodge and checked in. It was a bit of a madhouse of people, many of whom appeared to know one another, and Sarah and I stood by as Emily checked us in and greeted quite a few of the other guests around with hugs and laughs. There was not a single person that was nude and I began to think that my nervousness about disrobing and being exposed in front of others may have been unwarranted.

“Got the key cards,” Emily said as she met back up with us, and we headed up to the room.

“We don’t really have any time to unpack or anything,” she said while opening the door for the group, “the early matches start in less than 30 minutes and it is absolutely possible that we will be in one, so we have to rush. But first, I really gotta’ pee!”

Emily dropped her bag and rushed into the bathroom, dropping her shorts and letting a steady stream of liquid ping off the porcelain before Sarah and I had a chance to react or respond. Strolling in, it was very much laid out like a standard hotel room, and we saw that there was a small backpack thrown into the corner, the assumption that it was Amanda’s. As it didn’t appear that either bed was claimed, we also pushed our bags off to the side and stood there waiting, not sure of what to escort bayan avcılar do next. My heart rate had raised itself about 50% and Sarah was nervously fidgeting on her phone, attempting to look nonchalant.

“Hey!” Emily was in a frenzy exiting the bathroom, “what part of rush do you not understand?!”

She had not bothered to put her shorts back on and was not only bottomless, but in the process of pulling off her shirt. Sarah and I looked at each other with a bit of panic in our faces and began yanking off our clothes, more shocked by Emily’s feverishness to truly take in the reality of getting nude – and seeing each other nude – for the first time.

“Towels,” Emily said, taking a towel each from a pile on the main TV console in the room and throwing them at us, “always have a towel and never sit on a public surface without a towel under you. That is the biggest rule you have to follow. Now, let’s go!”

We got to the volleyball courts and there had to have been 150 people milling around, a significant number huddled around what I assumed to be a registration table. Others were playing informally on the courts. More still were setting up chairs and towels around the edges. Other than a couple of hats and some sandals, every last person was fully nude.

Sarah grabbed my hand as Emily rushed away from us to get us registered and I gently squeezed it in solidarity. Based on her previous description of the informal formality of the tournament, I was stressed by the intensity that Emily was showing and my heart and mind continued to race in nervous solidarity with both of my roommates. Though, that said, I couldn’t help but begin to take in the scene around me and make some general observations, my mind rattling off bullet points of what I saw:

First, that the website was right in that we – as new to the club – would encounter every possible body type that one could imagine to see. While I could admit that everyone was very much traditionally binary in their presented gender, we had just about every imaginable skin tone, body shape, breast size, penis size, hair cut, and more. Though a sizeable percentage of the group did fit into the category of Emily – which is to say caucasian and with an all-over, golden glow – I did not not feel out of place with my general lack of tan.

Second, people addressed and acted around one another the exact same way they would if they were fully clothed and in a crowd of friends. Handshakes and hugs were plentiful. Laughter and smiles were in abundance. The mood was jovial and infectious.

Finally, while the courts were expertly set up, those playing around on them were of a wide range of skill, in keeping with Emily’s previous description.

“Jesse? Sarah?”

A woman that I had never met but was nonetheless immediately recognizable approached us.

“Hey there and welcome! I’m Katie, Emily and Amanda’s mom.”

I said hello and put out my hand for a handshake but was rejected.

“Oh, nonsense,” she said with a wide smile, “come here.”

Katie wrapped me up on a hug, her large breasts like two sun-warmed pillows on my body. After giving Sarah an equally inviting welcome, a man behind her stepped in.

“Mike,” he said with an outstretched hand, forgoing the hug, “Em’s dad.”

“We brought you this,” Katie said, taking a bottle of sunscreen from Mike’s hand and offering it to Sarah and I. “Take a few minutes and get yourselves covered. The sun is intense around here from dawn to dusk. Even regulars like us need to be vigilant.”

“Work in teams and don’t be shy,” Mike added. “I can assure you it will be a lot worse to have a sunburnt ding-dong or ass-crack because you were bashful.”

Sarah laughed at his comment and took the sunscreen, promising we would be thorough.

“We just got here a bit ago ourselves and are hosting some friends,” Katie’s mom told us, “but I figure we will see lots of each other the next couple of days. Please let us know if there is anything you need. You’re our guests!”

“Friendly,” I murmured to Sarah as they walked away.

“And, oddly,” she added, taking my hand again and pulling me out from the middle of the crowd, “not awkward in the fact that they were naked.”

“Nude,” I responded.

“Huh?”

“They were nude, not naked. Or maybe you were right. I was reading on some website that one is lewd and one is natural. But I think what you were getting at is that it was all very natural and I agree.”

Sarah rolled her eyes at my mansplaining but smiled, acknowledging just how foreign the entire situation was to both of us.

We got to the side and began applying the sunscreen and, for the first time, I was able to relax and actually take in Sarah. She was tall, about 5’8″, and with what would be considered an athletic build: lean and muscular though still quite feminine. Her breasts were smaller, a perfect handful and topped with pink, slightly puffy areola and nipples. She had told me in the past that she did not like her somewhat broad shoulders, but did really like her belly, legs, and her defining feature, her plump, bubble butt. Though we were doing our best to try to hide our individual subjective gaze, I watched in amusement as her eyes continued to dart to my penis, completely flaccid, though glistening with sunscreen. I was surprised at how the functional task of applying the sunscreen had allowed my nerves to rapidly calm and was very much enjoying the feeling of the sun on my fully unencumbered skin.