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First published: 15 June 2014

Nudist Neighbours
by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, Naturism, Mutual Masturbation, Rom

There are some Belarusian words in this story, hover your mouse over any that you need translating and hopefully you'll get the English words to show up.

The Cartwright family were our newest neighbours, they had lived a few houses away from us for two years but all we really knew about them was their name and that was only because my mother bribed the information out of our local postman with coffee and homemade cake.

I knew that they had a daughter around the same age as me but only because I had seen her in the back seat of her mother's car as I stood waiting for the school bus, I guessed that the girl's name was Fiona because I had heard her mother calling out Fiona several times on hot weekends when the family seemed to spend most of their time in their rear garden. I recognised the uniform that Fiona wore to school, the only private school in the county, my mother worked a forty hour week and after tax, her annual salary still wouldn't have covered Fiona's yearly school fees.

I was playing football on the park at the back of the library on Saturday and I spotted Fiona collecting an arm full of books from the library's bookshelves. I was a little grubby and very sweaty so I guessed that I must have also been a little smelly as well but as soon as my mates said they'd had enough of out of season game I ran for the library to see if Fiona was still there.

I spotted her in the adult fiction aisle, my friends and I would never dare collect a book from that part of the library, we knew that at fourteen years old we wouldn't qualify as adults but Fiona seemed very comfortable in that section.

"Hi Fiona, never seen you in here before."

Fiona turned and smiled, then she realised that she didn't know me from Adam and her smile turned upside down. She closed the book that she was looking at and gave me a wide birth as she headed off to the librarian with her selection. Fiona had eleven books that she was taking out; some of the books were very thick and quite heavy so I guessed that she would have a little bit of a struggle to get them home, well, unless as usual, her mother collected her. I'd never seen Fiona actually walking around the village, only ever travelling in the back of her mother's car.

I stood at Fiona's side as she loaded all of the books into her book bag and I could see that she would struggle under the weight of the books. The walk from the library to our houses was about two miles and not an easy two miles at that, the library was in the valley bottom and our houses were about three hundred feet up the side of the hill.

"Can I carry your books for you Fiona?"

Fiona was really struggling with the weight of so many books and had put them back on the counter, she gave me a very sweet but I felt very patronising smile before turning back to the librarian, "Can I leave half of the books here and collect them later?"

"You'll have to return them now, we close in fifteen minutes but I'm sure that they'll all still be here next week, you can check them all out again then."

"I only live two houses away from you, I can help you carry your books if you like, I've got to walk all the way up the hill, just like you!"

The patronising smile changed, still a smile but now warmer somehow. Then there was a steely blue look to her face, "Okay, where do you live then?"

"I live at High View, just two doors away from Rodzina Naturystów whatever that means."

"It's just a Belarusian thing, my father is from there. Okay, you can carry my bag if you like"

It was my turn to grin now; I was a healthy fourteen year old virgin and had spent two years trying to get close to a girl, any girl but while the parents of small village boys were happy for them to play out in and around the village, they protected their daughters like they were made of gold or something. So nature had taken its course and turned me into an overly anxious and very frustrated boy.

I was trying desperately not to blow my chances with Fiona, she was, after all, the only girl that I wasn't related to that I'd had the chance to talk to alone in my life. Fiona was happily chatting to me but during the walk she must have told me a dozen times that I couldn't go past the drive, when we reached her house, I had to stop at the gate, she would carry her books the rest of the way by herself.

Well, not perfect but it was a start, we were talking at least and Fiona was at least getting more comfortable talking to me as we got closer and closer to our homes. I pointed out my house as we walked past it, "Well, I can carry my books from here, you can go home now."

Fiona tried to take her book bag off of me but almost dropped it because it was so heavy and the straps were too thin for the weight, I had been supporting most of the weight of the books with one arm under the bag as I held the handles with my other hand.

"The bag is far too heavy for you, I'll have to carry it the rest of the way for you."

There was another little argument at the end of the drive but I won that one too, "I'll just carry the bag to your gate and you can take a few books in at a time, I'll just wait outside the gate with the rest until you have them all inside."

I had some friends who were so ashamed of their homes or their parents that they never wanted to take anyone home, Fiona's house had been totally remodelled just two years earlier so she couldn't be ashamed of her house, so I guessed it was her parents, probably her foreign father that she didn't want me to see.

We reached the back gate still arguing, Fiona telling me to go back to the road and wait for her, if I insisted on waiting while she ferried the books into her house in smaller loads. The back gate suddenly opened and Fiona's mother stood there, "What in heaven's name is going on out here?"

"Just one of the neighbours helping to carry my books home mummy, nothing's going on."

I was frozen to the spot, mouth just hanging open both my heart and breathing had totally stopped. I was usually very good, very comfortable, talking to the parents of my friends, I had never had any difficulties, in fact, I came over as a bit of a 'Jack the lad' character to most of my friends parent's.

My problem wasn't the fact that Mrs. Cartwright was stunningly beautiful or the fact that she was over six feet tall, the thing that had turned me to stone, in more ways than one, was the fact that she was standing at the open gateway leading through a glass roofed carport kind of structure to the back garden beyond, totally and completely and unbelievably perfectly naked. So naked that there wasn't even a single hair on her body below her head.

I'd seen porn pictures of women with denuded cunts before, the internet was full of them but to see one up close like that, suddenly exposed by the back gate being snatched open so quickly was just a total shock to me.

"The boy looks hot and sweaty; did you make him carry your books all the way from the library?"

"I didn't make him, I wanted to leave half of the books at the library and go back for them but the stupid library closes at noon on Saturdays so I couldn't leave them without returning them and I need them this week."

I butted in, "I was already sweating, I'd been playing football on the park behind the library, I recognised your daughter, I'm Robert Goodman, I live at High View, you know, two houses that way."

I pointed in the direction of my house and Mrs. Cartwright spotted the white welts across my fingers from the thin straps of Fiona's book bag. Fiona's mother screwed her face up at the sight of the marks on my fingers, "Would you like a drink Robert Goodman?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically, my eyes hadn't left Mrs. Cartwright's body since she opened the gate, I had wanted to get to know Fiona, become friendly with her and, if my luck held out, I'd practice some of the moves that I'd been dreaming about since I turned twelve and realised that there were things called girls on the planet.

"He can go home and get a drink, he needs a shower anyway."

"Don't be rude Fiona, Robert has helped you out today, your book bag was far too heavy for one boy to carry all that way up hill and in this heat too, he deserves a drink."

"I could get him one and bring it out here for him."

"Don't be silly darling, I'm sure that Robert would be happy with our house rules, he can sit by the pool and have a drink with us, I've been telling you for months that you need to meet some local friends."

Now house rules sounded interesting to me, we had a few house rules at my house but they were just simple ones like that I had to help with the washing up, keep my bedroom tidy, put all of my dirty washing in the laundry hamper, make a mess, clean it up straight away. I doubted that the Cartwright's house rules were anything as prosaic as our rules.

"What would you like to drink Robert?"

Mrs. Cartwright had asked what I wanted to drink and had already started to walk towards the kitchen door which also opened out into the open ended car port before I answered. Now I know that I should have asked for a soft drink or a juice but I'd got my cheeky side back in kilter now that I couldn't see Fiona's mother's shaven pussy winking at me so I answered, "Can I have a beer please?"

I carried Fiona's book bag through the gate but she stopped me a foot past the gate's threshold.

"We only have one house rule, from June to September, no one can wear clothes past this line, from October to May the line moves to a foot inside the kitchen door."

I was well used to people having imaginary lines that no one could over step but in the Cartwright's house the line was physical, there was one line of white slabs inside the gate and then a line of dark blue blocks straight across the carport. Fiona was already undressing; she was folding her blouse and placing it into a kind of plastic shopping basket.

"Here, if you're actually stopping, you should put your clothes in this."

Fiona had a very nice body, she wasn't quite in the same league as her mother, well, not yet at any rate but then she was only fourteen like me, she had no hairs under her arms or around her pussy, just like her mum. I on the other hand did have pubic hair as well as hair under my armpits. I also had a raging hard-on.

"Will I get in trouble for this?"

Fiona looked at my wood and smiled, "No, mum is used to seeing men and boys like that around her. Especially men who aren't practicing naturists!"

Fiona took two pairs of flip-flops from a rack behind the gate, one pair had 'Fiona' written on them, the others were brand new, Fiona passed them to me to put on. I carried the books through to the kitchen, the floor in the kitchen was white marble with flecks of silver and gold coloured metal that sparkled, a foot inside the kitchen there was another blue line, a two inch band of dark blue marble, again, the marble had flecks of silver and gold sparkling out of it, the line formed a border all around the kitchen. At a guess, the Cartwright's kitchen floor area was almost as large as the floor area of my whole house; I'd never been in a private house with such a huge room in it before.

Mrs. Cartwright was about to pour a can of beer into a cut Chrystal glass, I said, "If that's for me can I have it in the can please, I'd hate to drop such an expensive glass!"

She turned to face me and as soon as I saw her shaved cunt my boner sprang back to attention even though I'd been doing very well at trying to keep it under control after Fiona saw it hard but it was all wasted as soon as I saw her mother's shaved fanny. Her attention was drawn to my now imitation flagpole standing out from my body.

"Do you keep yourself clean Robert?"

I sniffed at my armpits, I was a little ripe, "Sorry Mrs Cartwright, there aren't any showers up at the park!"

'Not that I'd have used them if there were any' ran through my head.

"My mother didn't mean that you smell, and God knows you do smell quite bad. She was asking if you keep something else clean."

No, I didn't understand what Fiona was going on about and the look on my face must have shown that I had no idea.

"Fiona, how would you check if a boy keeps himself clean?"

"I'd check his cock mummy; see if he's got any abrasions or sores or if there are any build-ups under his foreskin."

"Good girl, would you mind Robert, my daughter knows the theory well enough but I'd really like Fiona to show me how she would do it in real life?"

Once again, everything was going right over my head, once I heard Fiona mention my cock I totally lost the thread of what was going on. Because I didn't answer Fiona was a little hesitant but her mother encouraged her to get on with it.

Fiona grasped my hard cock just below my cockhead and pulled my skin downward, exposing my mushroom, "I'd look all around first for broken skin..." Fiona twisted my cock back and forth so she could see all round, "...then I'd look inside his little eye to see if it is inflamed or swollen, there could be signs of warts down inside as well, then the bridge of skin that stays joined just below his cock's eye. There could be signs of dead skin and old semen build-up on the creases. Then I'd check the ridge under his helmet for anything like build-up or warts, there could be very small sores under here as well"

Well, to say I was on cloud nine was an understatement, no one had ever touched my cock before in my life but to have such a hot girl as Fiona touching me and with her mother looking on as she did it was just about to blow my fuses, and if Fiona had manhandled my cock just a little longer I would have blown my balls as well."

"Very good Fiona, anything else?"

"Well, if the boy has pubic hair I should also check for crab lice around his cock as well as his balls or even ordinary lice."

"Really well done Fiona, you do pay attention in sex education classes."

Fiona spotted a little ball of pre-cum forming out of the little eye on my cock, Fiona dredged a finger across the ball of liquid, "Weeping of this nature could be indicative of an STD."

"Well, if you saw that kind of weeping in a flaccid cock I'd say definitely but as Robert is very excited and there was no sign before he got that way, I'd say it was just a case of pre-cum. Would you like to help him out Fiona?"

Fiona looked up at her mother; I couldn't understand the look on her face, partially exasperation but tinged with slight disgust or something like that.

"Yes, I think I'd like to help him out."

"Okay then, take him up to your bedroom but remember both of you, you are not allowed to engage in coitus, not until you're at least sixteen years old."

Coitus, what the fuck is coitus and was Fiona's mother really telling her to take me to her bedroom to play?

I took my beer and followed Fiona to her bedroom, her room was massive, she had a king-sized bed and a sofa in her room as well as a full music system and a forty inch TV mounted on her wall, all that in her room and it looked like she could take everything in again at least three times more. Fiona sat on her bed and started to rub my cock as I stood in front of her. The look on Fiona's face didn't excite me too much; she looked like my mother would look if she was scrubbing out our toilet. Oh, and another thing, Fiona had her own toilet off her bedroom, my mum and dad didn't even have that luxury.

Okay, call me stupid but I stopped Fiona mid stroke, "Why are you doing that if you don't really want too, I didn't think that you even liked me."

"You're okay, I offered to do it because if I hadn't my mum would have done it but she wouldn't have stopped at masturbation, she would have wanted to go all the way."

"Really, and you stopped her, why?"

"Because if my mum had fucked you I don't think you would have wanted to be my friend anymore, you'd have wanted to be her friend."

"And you want me to be your friend?"

Fiona looked up at me and smiled, then she nodded her head, "Yes, I think it would be nice to have a friend who lives as close as you do."

"Do you want just a friend or would you like me to be a boyfriend?"

Fiona smiled up at me, "My mother has been encouraging me to get a boyfriend for ages, she wants me to experience boys in a controlled way, not just lose my virginity in a one night stand with some stranger."

"Well, I'd love you to be my girlfriend, even for a little while, especially if your mother encourages us to masturbate each other."

Fiona laughed out loud at that, "Well, are we allowed on your bed together?"

Fiona nodded her head and pushed herself along her bed so I could join her. We kissed and we both explored each other's naked bodies, I gave Fiona an orgasm but it was more at her direction than from any inbuilt knowledge on my part. I on the other hand had to give Fiona no help in reaching my own orgasm, just using her hand Fiona took me far beyond any kind of pleasure I had ever felt in my life to that date.

We spent another thirty minutes just kissing and cuddling before Fiona said, "We'd better go down now, want to take a shower with me first?"

Okay, okay, now this was turning out to be my birthday and Christmas all come together in one day; the only thing that was missing was actual sex. We played for fifteen minutes together in Fiona's en-suite shower, a huge four person shower, she also had a spa bath in her own bathroom too, I asked her, "Is your family really rich?"

"I guess so, my dad got part of the Russian oil company in eighty nine and came to England where he met my mum and in two thousand I came along."

"I was born in two thousand as well, but not into such a fantastic house as this."

"It's not going to be a problem is it? You know the fact that we have money!"

I just grinned at her and kissed her again under the cascading water. We both dried each other using huge bath sheets before heading back to the side of the swimming pool and the bright afternoon sun. Fiona and I shared a sun lounger together at the side of her mother's lounger.

"Well, I can see that both of you have had a lot of fun, just remember, no going all the way with vaginal intercourse until Fiona's sixteenth birthday or her father will have something to say about it."

At four o'clock Fiona's mother asked if I'd like to stay for dinner, "Shit, I should have gone home for lunch, I'm in trouble now."

That caused Fiona to laugh, "Can you come over for Sunday lunch tomorrow so my father can meet you?"

"I'll have to ask my mother, can I ring you later and let you know?"

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