The Outsider
Copyright 2009 by EC
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(warnings: language, adult themes, public nudity, sex between adults)

Chapter 28 – San Francisco

A Ruthie and Mike settled into their routine as a couple over the next week. They 
spent two days setting up and repositioning furniture until the place was the way 
they wanted it. Anyone observing them might have found it amusing to see that 
they worked wearing nothing but shoes to protect their feet, but already Ruthie 
had declared the apartment a “clothes-free zone.”

The student center coffee shop was closed for a couple of weeks, which meant 
that Ruthie was temporarily out of work. She would start up again during the 
summer semester. She was not planning on taking summer classes and would try 
to save as much as possible for the fall. 

She would be modeling as well, because the art instructor she had worked for in 
the spring had taken a liking to her and promised to get her as much work in the 
art department as possible. She already had two assignments lined up for 
modeling: one with a community college special “art appreciation day” exhibition 
and the other posing for a photographer from the department.

Ruthie had a falling-out with her father when she told him that she was living 
with her boyfriend because she wanted to stay in California. Jake Burns was very 
displeased that his daughter had spurned his plans for her to study in Lincoln and 
help him take care of Jake Jr. When Ruthie asked him if he could just send her the 
money that he would have used to pay for community college classes in Lincoln, 
he snapped:

“That money’s for you to get your ass here, not for you to shack-up with some 
liberal pot-head hippy on the ‘Left Coast’. When you come to your senses, call 
me.”

And with that, Jake hung up.

Ruthie’s conversations with her mother were no better. Dona Lisette was not 
pleased at all to learn that she had moved in with Mike without first getting 
married. Ruthie tried to explain that she had no other alternative. The response 
was a lecture telling her that because she chose to forsake God, God had forsaken 
her and that was why she needed to live in sin. Ruthie replied:

“Well, you never gave up on God, and he sure didn’t do much for you, did he?”

Ruthie waited for a response, but then realized her mother had hung up on her. 
She didn’t try to call back.

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At the end of their first week living away from the university, Mike had a 
suggestion for something he knew Ruthie very much would enjoy doing. He 
showed her a website that featured an annual foot race that crossed the entire city 
of San Francisco. It was a huge event in which thousands of runners participated, 
but it seemed that the majority of the people were not serious about racing. 
Instead the event was more like a mobile Mardi Gras celebration, with many of 
the runners wearing strange costumes, and some runners wearing no costumes at 
all.

Yes indeed, the race was clothing optional and each year a couple of hundred 
participants ran or walked the entire course completely naked. At first Ruthie 
thought Mike was joking, but he showed her several pictures of naked runners to 
convince her that he was not joking at all. A lot of the naked participants were 
from a nudist group and wore yellow caps, but being part of the official nude 
group was not necessary.

“So what do you think? Is this something you’d like to do?”

“I’d love it! You’re serious? We’re going?”

“We’re going. Put aside any modesty you might have left, ‘cause all of San 
Francisco is gonna get to see us.”

Ruthie hugged him. She then checked her camera to make sure she had spare 
batteries and plenty of space on her picture card.

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They left Davenport at 3:00 in the morning on the day of the race. Ruthie, as was 
usual for her whenever she drove with her boyfriend in the middle of the night, 
did not bother to get dressed and instead folded a dress and carried in her hand. 
Until it got light outside, she planned to ride naked in Mike’s car and would slip 
the dress over her head at sunrise. In the darkness she skipped naked across the 
deserted parking lot. Mike was wearing nothing more than shorts and a loose t-
shirt, items he could take off as soon as they were near the starting point of the 
race.

Mike knew that he had to plan ahead, because parking would be unavailable 
anywhere close to downtown San Francisco on a day in which 500,000 spectators 
and race participants would be crowding the streets along the eight-mile route. So, 
unfortunately, they had to park well outside the downtown area and take a bus 
into the city. When the sun came up and Ruthie put on her dress, her heart 
pounded at the thought that the next time she took it off it would be in downtown 
San Francisco in front of thousands of other people. She could hardly wait.

As they rode towards downtown, their bus filled up with other race participants, 
some of whom where dressed in typical running clothes and some of whom were 
dressed in costumes. Finally, after more stops than Ruthie wanted to count, the 
bus driver announced that he was at the stop closest to the starting point and that 
everyone going to the race should get off. Mike and Ruthie merged with 
thousands of other people working their way to the beginning of the route. They 
eagerly looked around, because they had agreed that the moment they saw another 
naked race participant they would immediately get undressed. Ruthie spotted a 
couple of middle-aged men that were naked and wearing yellow caps.

“Over there! Look!”

“OK, our first fellow nudists. Hand over your dress, naughty girl.”

Ruthie pulled her dress over her head and passed it to her boyfriend. She heard a 
couple of whistles from guys who were watching. Mike momentarily took off his 
backpack so he could get undressed as well. He stuffed in his clothing, along with 
Ruthie’s, closed the zipper, and slung the backpack over his shoulder. 

Ruthie was totally excited. She loved the feel of the sunshine and breeze on her 
bare skin. She loved being watched by so many people. She loved being reminded 
of her exposure when other people in the crowd brushed up against her naked 
body with their rough clothing and backpacks. Several bystanders wanted to take 
pictures of themselves posing with her, to which she obliged. Being naked in a 
crowded city is an exhibitionist’s dream and Ruthie was living that dream.

The next several hours were some of the best of Ruthie’s life. Because they were 
walking the course instead of running, the couple had to wait a long time before 
they could start moving. The waiting didn’t bother Ruthie, because the longer the 
wait, the more time she and Mike would get to stay naked before arriving at the 
finish gate and having to get dressed. 

When they were not posing for pictures, Mike talked to Ruthie about his other 
nude marathon experience, the Tri-Alpha 10-K run he had participated in two 
years before. He compared the two experiences and told Ruthie that the San 
Francisco run was better for him because it was more relaxed and he was not 
being forced into it. He squeezed her hand and added:

“The best part is that I’m doing this run with you. That’s what really makes it 
better.”

Ruthie and Mike had been nude for over an hour before they even stated moving. 
They walked along the streets at a casual pace: enjoying a once-in-a-year 
opportunity to stroll through an entire city in the nude. It was a pleasant day and 
the temperature was perfect for walking. They passed through various 
neighborhoods, past stores and shops, row-houses and apartments. Every time 
they came up on something that was even somewhat interesting, Ruthie asked 
Mike to get a picture, or asked a passerby to take a picture of them together. 

Because she was one of the youngest and most attractive nude women 
participating in the race, she received plenty of attention from other photographers 
as well. She knew that pictures of her would be all over the Internet within a few 
days, but that suited her just fine. She wanted to be exposed, to have the whole 
world look at her.

Yes indeed, Ruthie was having her day. Mike was enjoying the walk, but not 
anywhere as much as Ruthie. She was totally thrilled. As he watch his girlfriend 
revel in being nude in public, Mike’s feelings towards her behavior became more 
mixed. He was glad to see his girlfriend enjoying herself so much, but less thrilled 
to see her being the center of so much attention. There was not single request for a 
pose, no matter how shameless, that she refused to do. 

About halfway through the race Ruthie posed for a bunch of pictures with a 
couple of lesbians that were dressed in leather. After several pictures, all three of 
the women got carried away. One of Ruthie’s companions groped her and her 
partner gave the girl several hard smacks on the butt with a riding crop. Ruthie 
cheerfully held on to a light-post and bent over for the swats. She did absolutely 
nothing to discourage the woman who was groping her. Mike was not pleased by 
the fact his girlfriend did not object to her treatment by those two lesbians. He 
knew that she never would have allowed any guys to grope her, and yet was not 
bothered in the least when women were doing it. For the rest of the course Ruthie 
walked with several reddish marks on her bare bottom on full display to 
thousands of spectators while Mike wondered what the hell was going on.

More than three hours after starting, Mike and Ruthie approached the finish line 
in the midst of hundreds of other walkers. They had not exerted themselves, but 
they had walked over eight miles and were tired. Mike didn’t even want to 
imagine what it would be like to go up and down all those hills running. The 10 
kilometer-race on the flat campus in Chicago was as much as he would ever want 
to do.

Ruthie was tired, but still totally thrilled by her naked experience. She did not 
want it to end. Mike decided that there would be no harm in walking to a nearby 
nude beach and lying out for a while before getting on the bus and heading back 
to his car. They would try to remain naked as they went down to the shore, since 
the worst thing that could happen would be that a city cop might stop them and 
ask them to get dressed. It turned out that no cops were around to interfere with 
their walk to the beach. They descended to the water and looked up at the nearby 
Golden Gate Bridge. Ruthie relaxed in the sand, happy and grateful to the 
boyfriend who had allowed her to have such a great experience. At that moment 
she did feel that she loved him. She cuddled up against him, letting him set aside 
his concern over her strange encounter with that lesbian couple.

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They spent only an hour at the beach, because they were hungry, had to go to the 
bathroom, and had to get back to Mike’s car. They hopped on a bus, but Mike 
suggested they visit the Castro district before leaving San Francisco. Mike took 
his girlfriend through the sex shops, curious to see if there was anything she’d be 
interested in. They had lunch and walked around very scantily clad: Mike wearing 
only his shorts and the backpack, and Ruthie in her favorite skimpy dress.

Ruthie was not very interested in any of the leather or latex clothing, because she 
much preferred to be naked than to wear something as uncomfortable as hot 
leather. There was one big exception. She tried on a black leather mini-dress that 
had a large hole in the back, leaving the wearer’s bottom completely exposed. 
Ruthie did like that dress but, because she really had no where to wear it, turned it 
down when Mike offered to buy it for her.

She was much more interested in the selection of punishment implements offered 
by several stores. She spent a very long time looking at leather paddles, crops, 
straps, and floggers. She also liked the leather cuffs and collars, but had no desire 
to be restrained or wear a collar around Mike. The only item they ended up 
buying that day was a small leather paddle. Mike warned her:

“If I buy this, you do know that I’ll have to use it on you.”

Ruthie blushed, but responded: “With as much shit as I give you, I’m sure I 
deserve it.” She gave his bare chest a hard pinch to taunt him.

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It was dark when they got back to Mike’s car. Even though there were a few other 
people within sight, Ruthie pulled her dress over her head before getting into the 
car and tossed it in the back seat. She was very casual about it, acting as though 
she was tossing a jacket instead of the only piece of clothing she was wearing. 
Fortunately she was safely in her seat and had pulled her door shut before anyone 
in the parking lot noticed. 

She truly enjoyed the trip back to Davenport. It was great to ride naked, even 
though she had been doing it for nearly a year. However, she also enjoyed the 
anticipation from what awaited her once they got back in Mike’s apartment. She 
had always wondered what it would feel like to be spanked with a leather paddle. 
Well, finally she had, in her possession, a leather paddle. Just as importantly, she 
had someone to spank her with it. Both her bottom and her vulva tingled with 
excitement.

Had there been anyone in the parking lot of Mike’s apartment complex, Ruthie 
would have had to get dressed before getting out of Mike’s car. Fortunately there 
wasn’t, so she grabbed the bag with the paddle and her dress. Just like her nights 
in the library, she considered that the day would not be “complete” if she had to 
put on her clothes, even if it was just for a few seconds. She ran towards Mike’s 
apartment. He slammed his door shut and ran after her. She was waiting at his 
door to be let in when he caught up with her. The moment they both were inside 
he took off his own clothes.

Yes, Ruthie was due for a spanking. She had been naughty all day, and of course 
naughty girls have to have their bare bottoms firmly smacked. 

Mike knew her well enough to understand what she wanted and how he needed to 
proceed. The only thing he said was that she needed to put her hands on the bed 
and to think about what was going to happen. He didn’t say anything about her 
naughty behavior. There would be no play acting and no bad-girl lecture because 
he knew that, for whatever reason, she did not want to hear his voice during her 
punishment. She would be in her own world as soon as the leather made contact 
with her skin, and he needed to leave her alone with her thoughts.

Ruthie looked over her shoulder while he picked up the bag and unwrapped the 
paddle. He deliberately took his time to heighten her anticipation. He positioned 
himself and for a moment studied the attractive naked girl bent over in front of 
him. It was a sight that would have excited any man…yes here she was…her 
lovely figure bent over, her bare bottom waiting for a nice sexy spanking. He 
caressed her backside with the leather. He noticed that her skin had goose-bumps 
and that she was trembling. Yes she really wanted this…

He tapped her on the right side to let her know where the first swat was going to 
land. He struck her firmly. She flinched and took a deep breath, but kept her 
hands on the bed. For a moment he massaged her bottom as he watched a pink 
rectangle form where she had taken the first swat. He tapped her between her 
thighs to get her to spread her feet a bit more. Then he tapped her left bottom-
cheek to let her know where the second swat was going to land.

He spanked her very slowly, rubbing her bottom with either the paddle or his free 
hand after each swat. She closed her eyes…yes, she very much was enjoying this 
spanking. The leather was perfect; exactly what she wanted. She loved the warm 
stinging that was evenly spread on her bottom. It was different, and a lot more 
satisfying, than the bruising swats she got from the bath-brush and infinitely 
better than Mike’s hand. Yes…this was what she had wanted.

Mike continued landing swats and massaging Ruthie’s reddening bottom for a 
long time. She was very wet and very aroused. He didn’t need to put his fingers 
between her legs: he could smell her excitement. When he finished her bottom 
was dark pink; with the color evenly spread on her lovely bottom. There were no 
bruises or blisters, just a solid red that was very sexy and very warm to the touch. 
He rubbed his hands over her bottom and feasted his eyes on the lovely sight. He 
was so hard…and he wanted her so badly.

This time she was ready. She got onto the bed on her hands and knees. Mike 
gently massaged her wet vulva with his fingertips as she moaned from pleasure. 
He entered her and thrust vigorously. He tried to hold back and enjoy this orgasm 
as long as he could…it was so good this time…but finally his penis started 
pumping…he continued thrusting…oh yes…one of his best orgasms ever…

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A few minutes later Mike had fallen asleep on his bed. Normally he liked to get 
cleaned up after sex, but he had endured a long day: getting up so early, then 
driving, then all that walking, then another long drive, and finally a round of good 
sex…he was spent. Ruthie looked at him, very glad that he was asleep and that 
she now had the apartment to herself.

She filled the bathtub with hot water. Then she studied her figure in the full-
length mirror in the bedroom. She totally loved the reddish color on her bottom, 
which was still very much visible. She stood for several minutes rubbing herself 
and masturbating. She climaxed, then got in the tub and masturbated some more. 
It took her a long time, but finally she managed to tease out of herself a second 
orgasm. Then she was satisfied, content to relax in the hot water.

As good as the spanking had been for her, and as much as it aroused her, the 
round of sex she had with Mike did not add to her pleasure. Once again, she 
tolerated him entering her, just because he had given her so much that day. 
However, her sexual pleasure really came after he fell asleep. She had to give 
herself what he was not able to give her.

This sucks, thought Ruthie to herself. I really wish things could be different with 
him…this shit with the sex really, really sucks…

The water had started to get cold by the time she got out of the tub. Finally, 
exhaustion pushed aside her doubts and she went to bed.

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It was not until the second week she had moved in with Mike that Ruthie really 
had a chance to think about her situation. While he was at work she sat down on 
the back porch with some fruit and herbal tea, looking out at the ocean and 
enjoying the sunshine on her bare skin. It was lovely to be able to spend an 
afternoon just relaxing and enjoying her body, but doubts lingered in her mind. 
She remained very nervous about giving up the remnants of her independence by 
moving in with her boyfriend, even if it was by far the least onerous of her 
options. She did not want to go to Nebraska, and certainly she had no desire to go 
to Mexico. There was only one other option she could consider: follow Rosa’s 
example and try to join the military. It was true that the military would give her 
financial independence, but she would lose her freedom in every other way. 
Besides, how on earth could she fit into such a conformist environment with her 
messed up brain? No, the only option that suited her personality was to continue 
what she was doing: going to college, living with Mike, and modeling for art 
students. She longed for the day she could model full-time and quit serving 
coffee, but she knew that hope was unrealistic.

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As Mike drove about campus collecting money from the meters and ticketing cars 
that were not paid up, he had a chance to reflect on the beginning of his third 
summer since graduating high school. Strange to think: how different all three 
summers had been. The summer after he graduated had been the one where he felt 
most confident about his future: Lisa still was very much in love with him and he 
was not yet aware of the seriousness of his father’s financial decline. He would 
blissfully head off to Chicago, unaware of the heartbreak and disappointment that 
awaited him there. 

The second summer he spent alone, taking classes and writing parking tickets. 
That summer was as bleak and hopeless in Mike’s imagination as its predecessor 
was full of hope. It was the absolute opposite of the previous year. And yet, the 
despair he had felt was no more warranted than the hope he had felt only a year 
before. Within a few months his friendship and love for Ruthie would salvage his 
spirit, just as the end of his romance with Lisa had broken his spirit the previous 
year.

Now Mike was starting a third summer. What lay ahead? He had no way of 
knowing, but his life was destined to be very different from what he could have 
envisioned from the perspective of either of the other two summers. 

He knew that his time with Ruthie had changed him every bit as much as he had 
managed to change her. She would always be a strange and difficult partner, but 
Mike already had spent so much time with her that he could not imagine what life 
would be like without her. Yes, she was the woman of his present and his future.

Mike was convinced that he knew Ruthie precisely because he loved her so much. 
She was content to leave him with that illusion, because she did want to maintain 
her relationship with him. She tried her best to convince him that she loved him as 
well and did what she could to make his daily life pleasant. 

She was frustrated, however, because there was so much that Mike did not 
understand about her. It was not because she was trying to hide anything: it was 
just that he only saw what he wanted to see. Ruthie’s problems in bed and the 
spanking incident in San Francisco should have given him important clues about 
what really was going on, but he remained oblivious.

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Throughout June Mike and Ruthie visited Mr. Sinclair and had dinner with him at 
least once each week. Mike was determined that, no matter what Colleen had said, 
eventually he would figure out how to get his father out of his depressed mood. 
He was convinced that talking would bring his father to his senses and that after 
listening to Ruthie’s constant complaints and morbid speculations, dealing with 
him would be a snap in comparison. 

Ruthie always went along when Mike visited his father. Partly she went because 
she had nothing better to do, partly to support her boyfriend, and partly because 
she actually liked Mr. Sinclair. Mike’s father enjoyed her company because the 
two were able to relate to each other. They talked a lot about their fears for the 
future of the US in general and central California in particular. They fed on each 
other’s pessimism; both of them pleased to have found a compatible conversation 
companion.

However, each time Ruthie talked to Mike’s father, she felt very strongly that she 
was talking to a man who was very close to death. In many ways he reminded her 
of her grandmother during the final weeks that she was dying but still lucid. In 
other ways Ruthie saw a lot of herself in Mr. Sinclair: a person who hated his 
reality and wanted nothing more than to escape. He was forced to live in a world 
that no longer needed him or wanted him, so his existence had no point. He 
repeated the line that had so offended his wife and daughter, that most people live 
too long and “don’t know when to call it quits”. Ruthie clearly understood what 
he meant: that he planned to commit suicide. She knew that Mike hoped that 
getting his father to talk about what was on his mind and “get things off his chest” 
would be therapeutic. Indeed it was, but not in a way that could change Mr. 
Sinclair’s life or alter his fate. Mike’s problem was that he was too close to his 
father to really understand what was going on in the man’s mind.

As they drove back to Davenport, Ruthie tried to explain to her boyfriend how she 
saw his father’s situation: that he had sunk into an irreversible depression because 
his life no longer had any purpose. She became nervous and couldn’t express her 
thoughts coherently. Finally she tried using the analogy of animals going extinct 
as a result of environmental change. Mike snapped at her, deeply offended that 
she was comparing his father to extinct animals. She forced herself to apologize. 
However, inwardly she knew that she was right. 

You’ll figure it out soon enough, Mike; thought Ruthie to herself, when your 
father is dead. Then you’ll find out that I do know what I’m talking about.  


