Full from their meal and tired at the end of a long week, there wasn’t much actual swimming done by anyone. Mostly, everyone just stood leaning against the sides of the pool, enjoying the cool water and drinking beer. Conversation, laughter and alcohol flowed freely.
“…And that’s why my buddy will never go to a nudist colony again.” Russ finished his story, eliciting drunk laughter from his guests.
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that happened. Why do people go to those?” Chelsea asked innocently.
“Some people just like to feel free, I guess.” Russ speculated.
“You ever been to one, Russ?” Brandon asked.
“Nope, can’t say that I have.”
“Would you ever want to?”
“Depends?”
“Depends on what?” Chelsea asked.
“Depends on who the other nude people are,” Russ joked, earning some more laughs.
“Hey, how do you know who the blind man is at a nudist beach?” Brandon threw out there; the other two waited for the punchline. “…It isn’t hard.” It took Chelsea a few seconds, but eventually she got it and let out a snorting laugh. Russ chuckled as well, more at Chelsea’s snort than at the mediocre joke.
“You know what, I’ve got an idea,” Brandon proposed, having no inhibitions, “why don’t we make our own nudist beach?”
“Make our own what?” Chelsea asked.
“How do you propose we do that?” Russ inquired.
“Like this!” Brandon bent down and slid off his swim trunks. He then held them high in the air, to emphasize the fact that he was no longer wearing them. Chelsea looked at him with wide eyes, shocked at what her husband was doing. “What do you say Russ? Care to join me in the land of the free?”
Russ let out a brief and hearty laugh, “Well son, when you put it like that!” He then pulled down his own swimsuit, holding them up as well in solidarity. Brandon was not the only one who’s inhibitions had been irresponsibly lowered. They then both looked expectantly in Chelsea’s direction.
“I don’t know what you guys are looking at me for. Chelsea said, sinking down lower in the pool.
“Do it and you’re cool! Do it and you’re cool!” Brandon began chanting. Russ joined in.
“Do it and you’re cool! Do it and you’re cool!”
“I’m not doing it!”
“Do it and you’re cool! Do it and you’re cool!”
“No!”
“Do it and you’re cool! Do it and you’re cool!”
“Alright, fine fine!” Chelsea relented. “Ugh. You two are children.” She then submerged completely. A moment later, she arose arm in the air, both halves of her bikini in hand. A cheer came from the chanters. She was still short enough that her boobs remained below the water and it was dark enough that no one could see anything. But, the men were still happy. Brandon changed his chant and was again joined by Russ.
“One of us! One of us! One of us! One of us!” They all three toss their swimwear out of the pool. A new, slightly awkward vibe now permeated the air. No one was quite sure how to proceed.
After a few moments of awkward silence, Chelsea was the one to break the ice. “So, Russ, how come you never married?”
“Y’know,” Russ said, “I guess it was a lot of reasons.”
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