Vignettes of Californium, Part XVI -- New Kids in Town

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The following depicts sexual intercourse (between consenting adults)

The next time that Michelle and I were together, I had a proposition for her.

“Would you like to get a place of our own? For you and I? I don’t know about you, but although I like my host family, I’m ready for it now.’

“I’d love to,” she replied.

We spent a week searching before finding a vacant apartment unit that appealed to both of us. Then after signing the lease, we had to spend some time getting enough furnishing into it to be reasonably occupiable.

Not long after reaching that milestone, Michelle got word that her transfer application had been approved. At that point, we both journeyed back to our respective hometowns to tie up loose ends and say goodbyes, especially for Michelle since she hadn’t originally planned on staying permanently. But now that I had my own place I also wanted to bring or ship some more of my personal goods to my new home.

After months going naked nearly all the time, it felt strange to wear clothes again. Even in my old home, I didn’t go around without clothes. I did, however, let my sister Natalie – still in high school -- see me naked in my old room. She hadn’t seen me naked before. She was very interested indeed to hear how males habitually went naked in Californium.

“If we were living there,” I told her, “you’d be bathing me all the time.” It was one of many things that caused her eyes to open wide as I described how that worked. And that I was being regularly bathed by two girls not only much younger than I was, but considerably younger than she was as well.

By the time I had finished describing my life there to her, she told me she was resolved to come out to visit me there and see it for herself.



When I returned, I met Samuel’s new girlfriend. How that came about quickly illustrated once more how different things were in Californium from my old home.

One day, Samuel observed a girl in school appearing to look intently at him. So it seemed to him, at least. He didn’t really remember seeing her before. Every time he saw her, she appeared to be looking straight at him.

That went on for several days. Then one day during lunch break, she came right up to him and without saying a word, began to grope him. That wasn’t anything unsettling. Like other boys of Samuel’s generation in Californium, he’d adopted the belief that girls should have free access to his body. In the initial times, she kept her hands mainly on his chest and back. Eventually, though, she began groping his genitals with one hand and his buttocks with the other. She didn’t make any sexual move towards him, but soon he began to fantasize having sex with her while masturbating. Finally, one day while she was groping him, he asked her out on a date. She replied that she would think about it. It took a few more days before she said Yes.

One would not have conceived of a relationship starting from such means back in my hometown. But in Californium – I myself had been repeatedly groped and fondled by females, both women and girls. This girl, whose name was Alicia, had her hands constantly all over Samuel during her visit to my host’s home.

One point of friction was over how in Californium, it had become customary for boys and young men to have their body owned (unofficially) by a female. Alicia now claimed ownership of Samuel’s body. Eva and Lila had ownership, and they were reluctant to give it up. When Samuel attempted to speak up on the matter, the girls all shouted him down, saying that as girls it was up to them to work it out for themselves. Eventually, they all agreed that they would share ownership.

When Michelle returned, it was time to say goodbye to my host family. Eva and Lila acted especially sorry at my leaving and said how much they would miss me. That morning, they took an especially long time bathing me. And when they were each finished with bathing their side of me, they switched places and repeated what the other had already done, so they each bathed my entire body. I told them that we might be able to arrange something by which they could come over to my place and bathe me again from time to time.



“I haven’t always acted like a genuine Californiumish female would,” Michelle told me on the day we moved in together. “But now that I’m here to stay, I intend to.”

“We should start,” I replied, “by your taking ownership of my body.” I knew that all males in Californium my own age had their body owned by one or more females, as Samuel’s was. So we found a model contract of ownership, printed it out, and both of us signed it. This was not a legal contract but rather a symbolic one.

The first thing we did was something also of mainly symbolic significance, although apparently it used to be of real significance. We went to a web site that stored signatures of approval for a male body to be grabbed, groped, and fondled by any female. I had previously provided my approval there, but as no longer the owner of my body it was now for Michelle to provide her approval for access to it. This was less significant than it used to be because approval was generally considered explicitly granted for any male up to a certain age, those who had spent their entire lives living under CFNM; as the years had passed, that age limit continually moved up and now encompassed all young men as well as boys.

When that was done, she ran her fingers through my hair and said to me, “You know, from what I have seen your hair is too long for a good Californium male. Get it cut.” She paused. “Maybe I know what you’re thinking? That my hair isn’t long enough for a good Californium female? It will come in time.”

Now her hair was already considerably longer than mine. My hairs were just a few inches long while hers went halfway down her back. But it illustrated how far the sex differences were pushed, especially in appearance.

That night, as we got ready for bed – and each other – she told me “Now is another way that things will change, if I am going to become a good Californium female. I’ve learned that I’ve been letting you see me naked too much.” That might have seemed to be an odd thing to say, since while see saw me naked constantly – from the first time we laid eyes on each other, as well as the first time we really met, while I had only seen her naked during sex – but given the extent to which Californium women covered up, it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure just what was going to happen, though. It started with her going to a separate room and shutting the door on me. When she came out, she was wearing what clearly was to be her sleeping outfit, a full-length long-sleeved nightgown with a zipper down the front. I hadn’t seen her wearing it before; it showed distinctly less skin that what I had seen her wear previously to bed; almost none, in fact. “I just bought this,” she said. “Do you know,” she added, “that here women don’t ever let even their own husbands or boyfriends see them totally naked.” Seeing ourselves together in the bathroom mirror showed how stark the contrast was between my nudity and her non-nudity. To further emphasize it, she took one hand and began gently stroking my bare skin. I felt my penis begin to respond.

As we got into bed, she said “You will not undress me at all. That is solely for me to determine when, and how much.”

We wrapped out arms around each other, joined our lips, and pushed our bodies together. I was conscious of how while her body and arms were in contact with my naked skin, I on the other hand was nor in direct contact with her body at all, just her nightgown. As if to emphasize the difference, she began running her hands up and down my naked body, saying also “You cannot put your hands on my breasts yet” – even though the nightgown fully covered them. But despite in our access to each other’s body – or perhaps because of it – I felt my penis rapidly stiffen and lurch upward.

“Think about everything CFNM that’s happened to you today, or in the past week. Up to right now.” I did so. In fact, there weren’t many moments since returning to Californium where I wasn’t naked in the presence of at least one modestly clothed female. Even taking a shower, there were two young girls, one on either side of me, both dressed in very skin-covering swimsuits, with their hands all over my naked body. The thought made me erect further.

Not until several minutes later, after she had begun to fondle my genitals and butt-cheeks, did she finally say “You may put your hands on my breasts now, if you wish.” She still had the nightgown on entirely, so while her hands were feeling the bare skin of my genitals and buttocks, mine touched only fabric. By now my penis had become rock-hard, not just from her touch but from awareness of the difference in access to each other’s bodies.

So while a part of me welcomed it when she finally completely unzipped the front of her nightgown, another part of me wanted her coverup to continue. But the difference was far from over. As she had said, she was not going to get completely naked. She still had the nightgown partially on; it still covered her arms and back, and they would remain covered, even while I had my penis inserted inside of her. And when the copulation was completed and I had withdrawn from her, she quickly zipped herself up again while I remained totally naked.

I quickly realized that this was how lovemaking would be for us, from then on. In Californium, it was standard practice for young couples (and for most older ones as well) for the female half to have unfettered access to her partner’s body, but the man’s ability to see or feel his woman in a state of undress was kept under strict control.

To be continued

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The next time that Michelle and I were together, I had a proposition for her.

“Would you like to get a place of our own? For you and I? I don’t know about you, but although I like my host family, I’m ready for it now.’

“I’d love to,” she replied.

We spent a week searching before finding a vacant apartment unit that appealed to both of us. Then after signing the lease, we had to spend some time getting enough furnishing into it to be reasonably occupiable.

Not long after reaching that milestone, Michelle got word that her transfer application had been approved. At that point, we both journeyed back to our respective hometowns to tie up loose ends and say goodbyes, especially for Michelle since she hadn’t originally planned on staying permanently. But now that I had my own place I also wanted to bring or ship some more of my personal goods to my new home.

After months going naked nearly all the time, it felt strange to wear clothes again. Even in my old home, I didn’t go around without clothes. I did, however, let my sister Natalie – still in high school -- see me naked in my old room. She hadn’t seen me naked before. She was very interested indeed to hear how males habitually went naked in Californium.

“If we were living there,” I told her, “you’d be bathing me all the time.” It was one of many things that caused her eyes to open wide as I described how that worked. And that I was being regularly bathed by two girls not only much younger than I was, but considerably younger than she was as well.

By the time I had finished describing my life there to her, she told me she was resolved to come out to visit me there and see it for herself.



When I returned, I met Samuel’s new girlfriend. How that came about quickly illustrated once more how different things were in Californium from my old home.

One day, Samuel observed a girl in school appearing to look intently at him. So it seemed to him, at least. He didn’t really remember seeing her before. Every time he saw her, she appeared to be looking straight at him.

That went on for several days. Then one day during lunch break, she came right up to him and without saying a word, began to grope him. That wasn’t anything unsettling. Like other boys of Samuel’s generation in Californium, he’d adopted the belief that girls should have free access to his body. In the initial times, she kept her hands mainly on his chest and back. Eventually, though, she began groping his genitals with one hand and his buttocks with the other. She didn’t make any sexual move towards him, but soon he began to fantasize having sex with her while masturbating. Finally, one day while she was groping him, he asked her out on a date. She replied that she would think about it. It took a few more days before she said Yes.

One would not have conceived of a relationship starting from such means back in my hometown. But in Californium – I myself had been repeatedly groped and fondled by females, both women and girls. This girl, whose name was Alicia, had her hands constantly all over Samuel during her visit to my host’s home.

One point of friction was over how in Californium, it had become customary for boys and young men to have their body owned (unofficially) by a female. Alicia now claimed ownership of Samuel’s body. Eva and Lila had ownership, and they were reluctant to give it up. When Samuel attempted to speak up on the matter, the girls all shouted him down, saying that as girls it was up to them to work it out for themselves. Eventually, they all agreed that they would share ownership.

When Michelle returned, it was time to say goodbye to my host family. Eva and Lila acted especially sorry at my leaving and said how much they would miss me. That morning, they took an especially long time bathing me. And when they were each finished with bathing their side of me, they switched places and repeated what the other had already done, so they each bathed my entire body. I told them that we might be able to arrange something by which they could come over to my place and bathe me again from time to time.



Beginning to fully share my life with a woman made me fully conscious of how different things were between males and females in Californium. They were at least supposed to have the same opportunity for educational and professional development, advancement, and salary. Virtually nothing else had, or was supposed to provide, equality.

Of course, I had already seen a great deal of difference. Eva and Lila always went around with their arms and legs covered, even in warm weather, while Nathaniel and Samuel (and myself) were just about always naked, and at home went around not infrequently erect to boot. The girls (and other females) could (and did) freely touch any part of my and Samuel’s naked bodies, but we could not touch them like that even fully clothed. While Eva and Lila had always bathed Samuel and I, the two girls always took a bath or shower in complete privacy. And while it was illegal to spank the girls, Samuel and I were spanked and paddled frequently on our bare butts, in my case that included at work since being put under Caroline. (Nathaniel, being somewhat older, was more exceptional: he didn’t go to work totally naked, he sometimes bathed himself – although Maria did bathe him much of the time and Eva and Lila did so also at times – and he wasn’t grabbed and fondled by females other than Maria as often.) I'd also learned that boys were expected to be baby-sat until age fifteen, but girls only until age ten, so sometimes boys could end up being baby-sat by girls three or four years younger than themselves. All boys and young men had their bodies owned, unofficially, by females, sometimes much younger than themselves. In situations where boys and girls slept in the same room and there weren't enough beds, the girls always had priority for the beds, the boys sleeping on the floor. And in things like queues, "females first" was a standard practice, as long as it was beneficial to be first.

“I haven’t always acted like a genuine Californiumish female would,” Michelle told me on the day we moved in together. “But now that I’m here to stay, I intend to.”

“We should start,” I replied, “by your taking ownership of my body.” I knew that all males in Californium my own age had their body owned by one or more females, as Samuel’s was. So we found a model contract of ownership, printed it out, and both of us signed it. This was not a legal contract but rather a symbolic one.

The first thing we did was something also of mainly symbolic significance, although apparently it used to be of real significance. We went to a web site that stored signatures of approval for a male body to be grabbed, groped, and fondled by any female. I had previously provided my approval there, but as no longer the owner of my body it was now for Michelle to provide her approval for access to it. This was less significant than it used to be because approval was generally considered explicitly granted for any male up to a certain age, those who had spent their entire lives living under CFNM; as the years had passed, that age limit continually moved up and now encompassed all young men as well as boys.

When that was done, she ran her fingers through my hair and said to me, “You know, from what I have seen your hair is too long for a good Californium male. Get it cut.” She paused. “Maybe I know what you’re thinking? That my hair isn’t long enough for a good Californium female? It will come in time.”

Now her hair was already considerably longer than mine. My hairs were just a few inches long while hers went halfway down her back. But it illustrated how far the sex differences were pushed, especially in appearance.

That night, as we got ready for bed – and each other – she told me “Now is another way that things will change, if I am going to become a good Californium female. I’ve learned that I’ve been letting you see me naked too much.” That might have seemed to be an odd thing to say, since while see saw me naked constantly – from the first time we laid eyes on each other, as well as the first time we really met, while I had only seen her naked during sex – but given the extent to which Californium women covered up, it wasn’t. I wasn’t sure just what was going to happen, though. It started with her going to a separate room and shutting the door on me. When she came out, she was wearing what clearly was to be her sleeping outfit, a full-length long-sleeved nightgown with a zipper down the front. I hadn’t seen her wearing it before; it showed distinctly less skin that what I had seen her wear previously to bed; almost none, in fact. “I just bought this,” she said. “Do you know,” she added, “that here women don’t ever let even their own husbands or boyfriends see them totally naked.” Seeing ourselves together in the bathroom mirror showed how stark the contrast was between my nudity and her non-nudity. To further emphasize it, she took one hand and began gently stroking my bare skin. I felt my penis begin to respond.

As we got into bed, she said “You will not undress me at all. That is solely for me to determine when, and how much.”

We wrapped out arms around each other, joined our lips, and pushed our bodies together. I was conscious of how while her body and arms were in contact with my naked skin, I on the other hand was nor in direct contact with her body at all, just her nightgown. As if to emphasize the difference, she began running her hands up and down my naked body, saying also “You cannot put your hands on my breasts yet” – even though the nightgown fully covered them. But despite in our access to each other’s body – or perhaps because of it – I felt my penis rapidly stiffen and lurch upward.

“Think about everything CFNM that’s happened to you today, or in the past week. Up to right now.” I did so. In fact, there weren’t many moments since returning to Californium where I wasn’t naked in the presence of at least one modestly clothed female. Even taking a shower, there were two young girls, one on either side of me, both dressed in very skin-covering swimsuits, with their hands all over my naked body. The thought made me erect further.

Not until several minutes later, after she had begun to fondle my genitals and butt-cheeks, did she finally say “You may put your hands on my breasts now, if you wish.” She still had the nightgown on entirely, so while her hands were feeling the bare skin of my genitals and buttocks, mine touched only fabric. By now my penis had become rock-hard, not just from her touch but from awareness of the difference in access to each other’s bodies.

So while a part of me welcomed it when she finally completely unzipped the front of her nightgown, another part of me wanted her coverup to continue. But the difference was far from over. As she had said, she was not going to get completely naked. She still had the nightgown partially on; it still covered her arms and back, and they would remain covered. An when the copulation was completed and I had withdrawn my penis from her, she quickly zipped herself up again while I remained totally naked.

I quickly realized that this was how lovemaking would be for us, from then on. In Californium, it was standard practice for young couples (and for most older ones as well) for the female half to have unfettered access to her partner’s body, but the man’s ability to see or feel his woman in a state of undress was kept under strict control.



The following morning, Michelle bathed me for the first time. I had been bathed by females now every day for months since coming to Californium. But it was my first time being bathed by a lover. The difference was distinct. Michelle took it very slowly, her hands gently caressing my bare skin. She lingered especially long on my genitals, holding my penis and scrotum together in one hand and slowly moving her hand back and forth. My own hands reached out to touch her as well, although they mostly just made contact with the fabric of her modest one-piece bathing suit. It was a process that could conceivably lead to sex, if we hadn’t done so already not long before. Also, I didn’t know if she would require that she remain partially clothed and if so, how that could be managed in this type of situation.

I learned more about the different layers of clothing that young females wore. In particular, she showed me the bodysuits that served as a middle layer between the outer layer and underwear. Most of them were full-length, covering both arms and legs fully. The versions for summer wearing were relatively lightweight. Michelle had not initially worn this, and even after learning fully about them and being bought some, she sometimes had resisted and had not always worn one. But, she said, now that she was going to be a good Californium girl, things would be different in the future. It was a polar opposite from the perpetual or near-perpetual nudity of myself and other young males.

That morning, I dutifully carried out Michelle’s command and got my hair cut. Not that it had been long by what had always been my way of thinking. But now it felt and looked strange to me, once it was done. I kept running my fingers through my hair, the little that was left of it. It had never been this short, in all my memory. But I had to admit that in looking around, the new length was more in keeping with the Californium standard for boys and young men. It was clear that both this and the clothing rules were intended to maximize the difference in physical appearance between males and females.

We still had some time off before I was to return to work and Michelle was to begin her new term of study. We both, as it turned out, had the same thing on our minds: make a return trip to the beach before the main season ended for the year. So we packed up what we needed and headed there. The same place that we went to the first time: a four-mile stretch of beach within an hour’s drive from most of the San Sebastian metro area, with the name Carson Beach given to both the beach itself and the larger of the two coastal resort towns. As the closest beach destination and with plenty of parking right by the beach, it’s the beach destination for the great majority of San Sebastianers; the only other nearby beach being much smaller and requiring a hike-in. The town motels mainly serve those who live further inland and have to drive farther to reach the shore. While male non-nudity persists in some places in the San Sebastian area, the laid-back atmosphere of the beach towns means virtually all males going totally naked all of the time except when it’s too cold.

For me, even with all of the other situations I had experienced where females had grabbed and fondled my penis, my most mind-blowing experience in living in Californium was on the beaches where one might see hundreds of people at once, with every male who was physically capable going around not only totally naked but fully erect, while all females wore very skin-covering one-piece suits. Once we were parked and at the edge of the beach, Michelle grabbed my genitals with both hands, and rubbed and stroked them until my penis matched all of the others in proudly pointing straight outward. As we walked out onto the beach, I began taking the extreme difference between the sexes. I tried walking in such a fashion as to give my penis an extra swing. A couple of girls reached out to grab it as we walked by.

We selected a spot and rolled out our towels. Here Michelle finally took off the street clothes she had on to reveal her swimsuit. It was a multicolored one that like all of the other females were wearing reached up to her neck in both front and back., completely covering her breasts although without concealing their presence. The suit extended down below her butt area to cover part of her upper thighs.

Michelle pulled out a tube of sunscreen and proceeded to rub some over my entire body, spending extra time lotioning my genitals and butt-cheeks. Then I got to do likewise with hers, but my task was much briefer as I only had her legs (most of them, anyway) and arms to do. Then we settled down on our towels.

On one side of us, a group mostly composed of teenagers was playing a ring-toss game. But only the girls were throwing the rings. The boys? Well, they provided the targets, laying side by side, flat on their backs, with their penises pointing straight upward, a couple with rings at their base where a successful throw had been made.

After a short while, I found two girls standing at my feet. They both appeared to be about Lila’s age or a little older, nine or ten years old.

“Stand up,” one of them told me. I obligingly did so.

“Face us and put your hands at your side,” she continued.

She turned to her companion. “Do you want to do the front side or the back?” she asked her companion.

“I’ll take the front.”

“OK, give me the paddle.” The lead girl took a paddle from the other and walked around behind me.

Several things happened almost at once, all of which made my penis tingle and stiffen still further. The first ones were from looking around and seeing the sharp contrast between males and females – in all of the males (myself included, of course) being not only totally naked but erect (except when they weren’t old enough yet to have an erection; some of those nevertheless were holding their penises out in front of theme to simulate one) while female torsos were totally covered in skin-covering suits. The beach, I thought to myself, was a sort of celebration of that difference. Every female with at least waist-length hair (except Michelle, who still had a while to go to get there) and copious jewelry including a tiara; every male with hair that was hardly longer than a crew cut, or shorter. And an erect penis was an ultimate expression of maleness, and here all of our penises were fully erect. Being erect also meant that us males were in a preliminary state of arousal, so it was no wonder that, as I heard, all males who went to the beach would have sex shortly afterwards (by themselves if necessary). And being erect also fully revealed our scrotums, which were ordinary partially hidden. At the same time, I still found myself turned on by the female bodies. Although no exposed cleavage was to be seen at all, the suits were meant to hide skin without hiding femininity, so breasts and other curves were distinctly discernable under the suits; Michelle said that her suit was a little more snug than she recalled the one-piece women’s suits were back home. And finally, if the swimsuits showed less thigh than I had experienced before moving to Californium, the females here were still showing far more of their legs than they did anywhere else.

Third was when the two girls began to put their hands on me.

When CFNM first became universal in Californium, the children who were too young to have any memory of life without CFNM eventually all adopted the attitude that girls should have free access to male bodies, although with older males it became customary to ask permission first before putting their hands on their bodies or checking online if they had previously given permission. Now that people like Dave and Sylvie who were young enough to hold that belief and for whom permission was automatically assumed granted, were all grown up, permission-seeking or checking had become less frequent. But the beach, with its more relaxed and permissive attitude, had always been an exception; just a few years after the last of the male swimsuits had disappeared; girls on the beach began going around and batting the penises of anyone they felt like doing. Since then, it had expanded beyond just penis-batting, although still focused on the genitals.

So the one in front began by penis-batting, but also worked in grabbing and stroking it as well as running her hands over my scrotum. Meanwhile, the one behind me was spanking me repeatedly, both with bare hand and paddle, as well as rubbing and pinching my butt-cheeks.

Michelle was looking at us. I wondered what she was thinking. I supposed that she had by now seen naked males groped and fondled at some point by young girls, but it was the first time that she had seen it done to me. I thought about our contrasts in experience here – while I had been seen naked by thousands of females by now, and had my body, including my genitals and buttocks, groped, fondled, and spanked nearly every day, often multiple times, Michelle would have not been seen in any state of undress by any male except myself, and even then only to a limited extent. Similarly, I could be sure that mine were the only male hands that had groped or fondled her here. And as for spanking, while males were spanked at every opportunity, it was illegal to spank females. One was not supposed to do it even during sex, although of course nobody would ever try to enforce that except the two of us.

I noticed a young boy nearby with his gaze fixed right at us. He turned out to be the brother of one of the girls. He kept one hand on his penis as it pointed out at us, indicating that he was too young for it to erect on its own.

My breathing became more rapid as what the girls were doing really got me sexually charged. I began to worry. I didn’t want to use up my sperm by spraying it all onto the beach – or the girl in front of me -- and probably losing my erection with still plenty of time left planned here. I steeled my body, willing myself not to ejaculate. Finally, they stopped, although not in time to prevent a small jet still shoot out from my penis.

After that, I was pretty much left alone for a while, other than by Michelle. I asked her about what she was thinking while she watched the girls fondling my body. She replied that she found it weird to think about, although she had seen it happen before and we saw other males being similarly handled.

“I couldn’t possibly imagine, or tolerate, something like that ever being done to me, though.”

“It’s clearly another way that males and females are different,” I replied. “Really, I didn’t mind at all except for the possibility that they would make me lose my erection.”

When I decided to go get some lunch, I decided to head to one of the food stands just off the beach. Michelle said that she’d join my shortly, so I headed there alone. The most popular ones had lines waiting to be served; I picked one of those. At the start of the line was an employee who let groups into the line one at a time – but not exactly in the order of their arrival. Like I had seen elsewhere, it was “ladies first” Being an unaccompanied male, I was made to wait along with a couple of other all-male groups while those with females were let in first. After a couple of minutes, Michelle arrived, and now with a woman along I was ushered through at once. We both had fish and chips, eminently satisfying.

I spent some time reading the book I had brought with me, but more taking in the sights surrounding me. After a while, I began to experience a desire for females – not just Michelle -- to look at my naked body. I told Michelle that I wanted to join a group doing calisthenics, which had been advised to me as a good way to get them to look at me. Michelle decided to join me. We got over to a group just as they were starting to do push-ups. I dropped onto my hands and feet, getting the odd feeling of my erect penis hanging straight down, I lowered myself to the ground, pushing my penis into the sand as far as it would go, then raised myself back up. The women and girls all stopped at fifteen or twenty – some doing push-ups the same way, some doing them on their knees – but us guys all continued on to thirty. Then came toe touches, followed by jogging in place, with the guys again doing extra of both. Then came what was always the highlight, jumping jacks. I felt and saw my erect penis flying around crazily as I jumped, and far from being bothered by this I tried swinging my hips to make it swing about even faster and harder. This time I and the other males kept jumping long after all of the females had stopped. I could see Michelle intently watching me jump.

The suggestion worked. After I got back to my towel, several females came by and gazed up and down my body. A couple of them told me to stand up and turn around for them, which I did very willingly. This was another wonder for Michelle, who said that she wouldn’t want any males looking her over like that, even with a modest bathing suit on (other than myself) – which indeed was the attitude of most of the females there.

Near the end of our day there, another pair of young girls came by, told me to stand up, and proceeded to grope and fondle my body much as the earlier pair had.

By the time that we decided to depart, I was so sexually charged that a part of me wanted to have sex right there on the beach. I saw that I was not alone in this feeling. A couple of the naked young teenage boys were masturbating out in the open on the beach in full view of everybody.

I drove home still with my erection, and on arriving home it still partially remained that way. I wanted to have sex at once, but Michelle got me to agree to an alternative: she stimulated it fully erect again, and then we had something to eat for dinner first. She did agree to be my dessert.

As we stood together side by side in front of the bathroom mirror after dinner, I marveled at the contrast between us – she clothed completely from neck downwards while I stood there totally naked, my genitals in full view, penis sticking straight out.

When we embraced, I felt her hands touching my bare skin while mine gripped fabric. Her hand began exploring my body, sweeping around my chest, belly, and back before finally settling on my genitals and butt-cheeks. Only then can I touch her still fully-covered breasts. Now while one hand gripped my penis shaft she began vigorously spanking me with the other, alternating between using her palm and a paddle. That was something I knew was illegal for me to do to her at all, even during sex, although of course there would never be any attempt to enforce it in this sort of situation.

Both of our minds were only partially focused on our bodies. We were also thinking back to the events of the day and the contrast bet ween us as stark then as it was now, between Michelle and the other females all in skin-covering one-piece suits while I and my fellow males were all fully naked, our penises fully erect and frequently being swung wildly about or being groped and fondled by even very young girls. And so it was that when Michelle finally opened up her nightgown, she revealed that she was wearing underneath it that same swimsuit as a reminder of the day. And it also meant that while she resumed grabbing my genitals and butt, I had to wait yet longer to be able to see her body, and heightened still further the distinction between my nudity and her non-nudity. This also heightened even further my sexual hunger, my penis stiffening still more if that was possible. When I did attempt to pull off her suit she slapped my hand, saying that she had learned that here the decision of when to remove her clothing was entirely up to the female partner. And it was clear that she was in no hurry to remove it, wanting to continue to relish the contrast between my nudity and her non-nudity, further accentuated by the fact that although she had opened up her nightgown she still had it on.

When she did finally start to remove the suit, she did not remove it all at once. It was her intent to do it slowly, and it wasn’t the easiest thing to take off while lying down So she pulled it off her just a little at a time. In so doing, her breasts were only revealed to me little by little.

When the suit was finally off, I pressed my body against hers. I had spent so long now feeling my bare skin against clothing for so long that to feel her bare skin instead felt like eating forbidden fruit.



It has been a year now since Michelle and I moved in together. Her hair isn’t quite down to the waist length that’s the standard for females here, but it’s a lot closer to it now. During the past year, we both tried adapting to the standards of clothing (or lack of clothing) for our respective sexes during less-favorable weather conditions, with mixed success. Michelle couldn’t bring herself to wear three clothing layers in the heat of summer as other younger females do, but she did consistently keep her arms and legs covered all the time. Meanwhile, I likewise couldn’t bring myself to go naked in conditions as chilly as the native-born Californium males seemed to handle with ease – although I did manage to go around naked in significantly cooler temperatures than I would have imagined being able to do. Overall, I sometimes have gone months without ever wearing clothing. And I’ve spent much of my time in our apartment going around with an erection.

Eva, Lila, and Samuel have been over to our place a few times. Each time turned into a “bathing males” party, with both Samuel and I getting bathed by some combination of Michelle and the two girls.

At work, I was transferred to another group for a while, with a male supervisor. That meant an end to regular reviews from Caroline ending with her giving me whacks on my bare butt, but I discovered, to my surprise, that I rather missed it. In part, that was because, I confess, my fantasies of having sex with her did not end when I moved in with Michelle, even though the two of us have hardly gone a night without making love since that time. So when I was put back under Caroline again a couple of months ago, my reaction was one of delight. The fantasies did decrease in frequency while I was under another supervisor, but have picked up again since being back in Caroline's group, usually now composing the three of us together, with my naked body sandwiched between Caroline's and Michelle's fully clothed ones.

Natalie came once to visit us. Seeing naked men and boys everywhere left her totally speechless. But not half as speechless as when Michelle invited her to put on a one-piece bathing suit – I’d told her to bring one – and join the two of us in the shower to bathe me. She couldn’t imagine touching my genitals (not yet, anyway), so Michelle put her behind me. She found bathing her brother’s backside, including his butt-cheeks, to be strange enough. But by the time she left, she said she was resolved to come join me someday in living in Californium.

As I’m sitting here in our apartment, naked as always in total contrast to Michelle, my main thought is hopes of soon to be asking her to marry me.


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[Jeepman89]

Such a unique place. A very well written story!