Re: Vignettes of Californium, Part XVI -- New Kids in Town
Posted: Sun Jul 26, 2026 10:55 am
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.
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 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
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 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