


Petition

by slyc_willie



Category: Exhibitionist & Voyeur
Published: 2013-03-28
Updated: 2013-03-28
Packaged: 2017-05-03 07:43:39
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/petition-1
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=748325&page=submissions
Summary: Kit has a bold plan to raise Earth Day awareness.
Erotica Tags: College, Earth Day, Flashing, Nudity, Oral Sex, Outdoors,
Petition, Public, Straight Sex
Average Rating: 4.71






        Petition


_(Author's note: The following tale is an official submission to the 2013
Literotica Earth Day story contest. The idea for this one came to me while
watching late-night TV, and I ended up writing half of it that first night.
Feel free to leave a comment at the end if you wish, put please, don't forget
to vote on this and all the Earth Day submissions.)_  
  
* * * *  
  
I stared at Kit with a mixture of disbelief and intrigue following her
suggestion. "You want to what?"  
  
She giggled, sitting back in the hand-me-down recliner in my apartment. "I'm
serious. Earth Day is all about nature and the environment, right?"  
  
I crossed my arms with a smirk. "So you want to walk around naked to raise
awareness," I said.  
  
She grinned. Kit and I had been best friends since middle school, back when
she was a gangly, pimple-faced kid known to everyone as 'Katie.' Her new
nickname had blossomed along with her beauty during high school, as she
emerged more and more from her shell. Now that we were both in college, Kit's
natural sexiness was an occasionally alarming thing.  
  
"Look, Kevin," she said in that tone that told me she had already made up her
mind and was not about to change it. "Professor Avery said that he would give
extra credit for the final if we did something 'truly original, creative and
effective' to raise awareness over a particular issue. You may not need an
extra twenty points, Mr. Four Point Oh, but I'm borderline."  
  
I cocked my head. "But isn't this a little crazy?"  
  
She gave me a sarcastic look. "When have I ever done anything crazy?"  
  
"Exactly. You don't do crazy things. I'm the one who goes cliff diving, and
hang gliding, and goes to nude beaches."  
  
"Yeah, I know. Crazy Kev," she grumbled. "Anyway, about my Earth Day idea,"
she prompted.  
  
"We could never do it," I said. "There's this thing called public indecency.
You want to get arrested and thrown in jail with a bunch of butch lesbians?"  
  
She actually seemed to consider the idea. "Don't they have any lipstick
lesbians in jail?"  
  
An exasperated huff escaped me.  
  
"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she said with a laugh. "Why are you
so against this, anyway? You're the exhibitionist. I'd think you'd take any
opportunity to let your personality hang out for all to see."  
  
She had a point there. As high school seniors, Kit and I and several of our
friends went to a nude beach on the Gulf coast for Spring Break. No one else
was willing to take it all off except me, and that first exploration into the
world of exhibitionism had been exhilarating, to say the least. I had since
made that nude beach something of a second home from May to September, heading
down there just about every weekend.  
  
That simple affectation had seen the end of many a relationship, and, I always
suspected, kept Kit from being more than just a friend. I simply knew, after
the way she looked at me that first time, that she would never accept a nudist
lifestyle, even if it was occasional. Kit was just too conservative.  
  
Until now.  
  
I fixed her a look. "It can't be done. Not legally, anyway."  
  
Kit grinned and lifted up in the chair as she reached for the phone in her
back pocket. "Au contraire," she quipped, tapping on the screen. "Read this."  
  
I caught the phone with suspicion blooming in my mind. Kit had saved what
appeared to be part of an article from some government website. I started
reading as Kit waited patiently . . . for about fifteen seconds.  
  
"Basically, what it says is that any individual or agency can, quote, '_adopt
alternative or objectionable clothing or even lack of clothing for the purpose
of demonstration_.'"  
  
I gave my friend a wan look. "Why am I not surprised that you memorized it?"  
  
"Just that part," she said, getting up from the recliner. "Seriously, we can
do this. And I'm not just pushing for it 'cause I got a wild hair up my but to
do something freaky. I mean, think about it. If a hot naked chick asked you to
sign a petition to save the whales or something, you wouldn't even think
twice."  
  
"Okay, I see your point," I said with a laugh. "But if we're really gonna do
this, we'd have to submit an official permit request to whatever government
agency handles that kind of thing, and it would probably help to get Professor
Avery to sign off on it, too."  
  
A new, excited grin flashed across Kit's face. "So we're gonna do it?" she
asked with all the hopeful energy of a child half her age.  
  
"Just . . . think seriously about it first," I cautioned her. "Something like
this will probably make the news. There'll be people who will take pictures or
video of it. Ten years from now, is this gonna cause a problem?"  
  
Kit soured a moment, and started to speak, but held back. For a moment, cold
rationality appeared to take precedence over her exuberance. "All right, I get
what you're saying," she admitted at last. "But this isn't like making a home-
grown porn flick or anything that gets leaked out. Famous people get naked on
beaches all over the place, and it doesn't hurt them, so why should it mean
beans to a couple of college students?"  
  
"That's the other thing," I told her. "If we want this to be taken seriously,
we're gonna need more people willing to . . . go au naturale. The more we get,
the better chance we have."  
  
Kit thought a moment. "Well . . . I bet I could get Deanna to do it," she
said.  
  
The suggestion made me arch an eyebrow. I knew Deanna. While I did not
consider myself a breast man, I was nevertheless impressed by her endowments,
especially since she had a penchant for wearing tight clothing of rather thin
fabric. "It can't just be girls, you know. I might be able to ask a couple of
my friends, too."  
  
Kit shot me a warning look. "Just not Bill, okay?" she asked with a look of
disgust. "The dude's, like, your height but three hundred pounds. I'd probably
heave if I saw him naked."  
  
I frowned. "To be honest, I think Bill would be perfect," I said with a bit of
annoyance. "It would be awfully hypocritical if we only wanted skinny naked
people asking for signatures."  
  
Kit looked suitably admonished. "Okay, okay . . . you're right. But he better
not hit on me. He smells like bean burritos."  
  
I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll make sure he showers first."  
  
"Now, about the location," she prompted.  
  
"It would have to be a place where there are no kids," I insisted.  
  
She smirked knowingly. "I know just the place."  
  
* * * *  
  
It shouldn't have surprised me that Kit had already scouted a location. She
never did anything halfway, and if she told me she "had an idea" about
something, that usually meant she had already begun planning it.  
  
Under her direction, I drove us to one of the malls in the city, which lay
just off the main inner loop. It was a busy place, having been built up just a
few years earlier with a new string of outdoor shops on two concrete levels.
The fact that the area was so public made me both nervous and a bit excited.
_How could we parade naked around here?_  
  
We parked, then headed toward a broad set of stairs that lead to a theater on
the second floor of the outdoor mall. I understood instantly why Kit had
selected the place. The theater served alcohol, and it was framed by a bar to
one side and a comedy club to the other; all three of the establishments had
age requirements of twenty-one and up. The three businesses formed a nice open
courtyard which was only visible if you went up the stairs.  
  
As far as controlling the environment for our little demonstration, this was
pretty choice. There wouldn't be any families, certainly no kids, and for the
most part, people heading to one of three establishments that served alcohol
would be less likely to be disgusted or appalled by the sight of naked men and
women than if they were to, say, be going to church.  
  
"So, am I smart, or am I smart?" Kit asked proudly as she stood in the middle
of the courtyard.  
  
I shook my head with a smirk. "Yeah, yeah, you're a friggin' genius," I told
her, then snapped my fingers. "_If_ you can convince all three of the business
owners, not to mention the property manager, to go along with it."  
  
She suddenly pecked my lips with her own. "That's _your_ job," she said,
jabbing her index fingers at me. "You're the pitch master. Write something up
that'll knock their socks off, then we can pitch it to them together." She
effected a bad but somewhat recognizable New York accent. "We'll make 'em an
offah they can't refuse."  
  
For a moment, I just stared at Kit, wondering once again, as I often had
throughout our years of friendship, if there was the possibility of something
more between us. Kit had almost always had a boyfriend, and I had always been
the consoling friend when those relationships came to an end. And while we had
seen each other naked at various times, the most we had ever done was kiss,
and those had always been fairly chaste. Still, every time her lips touched
mine, it made me wonder.  
  
But we saw life differently; in fact, I always assumed that eventually, we
would go our separate ways, with Kit settling down with a husband and kids in
suburbia and me buying an old camper van to cruise the country.  
  
I banished those wandering thoughts as I focused on the task at hand. I took a
deep breath and thought for a minute. _If we pull this off . . . ._  
  
I couldn't help but grin.  
  
* * * *  
  
Even with the benefit of several speech classes and the gift of natural
charisma, I still felt the butterflies tickling my stomach whenever it came to
delivering any kind of proposal. Given the circumstances in which I was about
to speak, I was doubly nervous. But I knew I would make it work. What I didn't
know was how the idea would be received.  
  
Through a string of phone calls and email that spanned several business days,
I had managed to coordinate the presence of the property manager for the mall,
as well as the business owners in question, to a single afternoon on Friday,
about two weeks before the Earth Day event.  
  
"Would you stop with the jitters?" Kit asked me in a hushed voice as we waited
in the lobby of the theater. The place opened at five o'clock, and was
therefore perfect for a three pm meeting.  
  
I stopped my pacing and gave Kit a sheepish smile. "Just going over the
presentation in my head," I said. "I think better when I pace."  
  
"Well, you're making me nervous," she protested.  
  
I chuckled. "No I'm not. You're already nervous." I looked her over. Kit wore
a short denim dress with snaps down the front that hugged her slender figure
nicely. I had specifically requested that she wear it.  
  
She inhaled deeply, staring at me. "Okay, so what. This is my grade, buster."  
  
My eyes narrowed. "That's not what this is about," I said. "Whether you get an
A or a B in this class, you're still gonna graduate cum laude. So this grade
doesn't really matter."  
  
"Says you," she shot back.  
  
I approached her with a single step. "What's going on?" I asked. "Why is this
so important for you?"  
  
Her narrow shoulders rose and fell as she breathed. Her eyes were dewy as she
looked up at me. "It just is," she said, her voice sounding more timid and
genuine than I had ever heard. "This can be something really . . ." she paused
a moment, eyes darting away as she gathered her thoughts. ". . . something
really special. Really memorable. That one thing that I can always look back
on and say I did it right."  
  
I frowned. "By being naked in public?" I asked.  
  
Kit huffed and rolled her eyes. "I really hope, by the time this is over, that
you'll understand why I wanted to do this."  
  
Behind me, I heard a man's voice. "Mr. Landry? Are you ready?"  
  
My eyes were still on Kit. "I hope so, too," I told her.  
  
* * * *  
  
". . . which is why the importance of Earth Day is something that can't be
ignored. Every year, awareness grows and the exposure increases. Everything
now is 'green.' Green cars, green energy, green food, green businesses. Any
business that supports green agendas is a step ahead of the game. And we
aren't asking for anything other than the use of your space. No donations, no
investments, nothing. All we basically want is your blessing to solicit
signatures for a petition to make Earth Day a nationally-recognized holiday.
That's it."  
  
I finished my presentation and Kit switched off the PowerPoint in the small
theater. The lights came back on, illuminating the seven people seated in the
front row. Five were middle-aged men; two were middle-aged women. They all
looked, at the best, somewhat interested and at the worst, annoyed that they
had sacrificed an hour out of their day for this.  
  
"Mr. Landry," said Charles Jimenez, the property manager of this part of the
mall. "That was a very, um, compelling show. I agree that Earth Day is an
important celebration. I'm just a little confused about something. You could
have done all this through email. Why gather us here together?"  
  
Throughout the presentation, I had suppressed my nerves, but now they came
raging back like an inferno in my belly. I made the supreme effort to remain
as casual, confident, and professional as I could as I faced the seven people
in the audience.  
  
"Because there's a hitch," I said.  
  
They exchanged glances. One of the women spoke up. "I hope you aren't going to
ask for money," she said.  
  
I chuckled. "No, as I already said, all we want is the use of the courtyard
space," I told her. I glanced to Kit, who stood off to the side, having been
in charge of the PowerPoint. She looked back to me with an expression of both
nervousness and excitement.  
  
"It's _how_ we want to use the space that requires a little extra . . .
understanding," I said, and motioned to Kit.  
  
My friend hesitated only briefly, then stepped toward me with light clips of
her shoes on the polished wooden surface of the small stage. All seven pairs
of eyes in the audience were on her as she approached the end of the stage.
With more casualness than I would have expected, and even a bit of burlesque
flair, Kit jerked apart her blue denim dress amid a rapid series of popping
brass snaps and shrugged the garment from her shoulders. As I had asked, she
wore absolutely nothing beneath.  
  
I held back chuckles as eyes popped and breaths were held. The intent gazes of
seven men and women were riveted to my sexy friend's beautiful body, as I
hoped they would be.  
  
"Earth Day is about nature," I stressed. "It is about looking past the
trappings of technology and civilization and getting down to the basics of
humanity. What better way to illustrate this than by appearing as we were
naturally intended?"  
  
For several moments, the seven members of the audience alternately stared at
Kit's naked body and exchanged curious looks. Most of the men squirmed in
their seats -- for various reasons, I assumed -- while one of the women smiled
thinly and the other narrowed her gaze in a contemplative way.  
  
"Are you saying that you are both going to be, um, like this?" asked the
second of the two women. She was the part owner of the comedy club, I knew.  
  
"There are going to be six of us," I said. "And yes, we intend to be naked."  
  
"I'm not sure about this," said one of the men. "I mean, hey, nice view, but
what about the legal aspect?"  
  
"We've already been approved for the permit," I said, holding up the
paperwork. "So long as we conduct ourselves appropriately, we are not breaking
any laws. This building is more than a thousand feet from any school, and
there won't be any children coming around. We will even have a representative
of the police department on hand to keep things orderly."  
  
Another man laughed. "So this is legal?" he asked incredulously.  
  
I nodded. "In this context, yes."  
  
Murmurs and comments rumbled between them. Kit glanced back to me, her cheeks
ruddy with what I knew to be a combination of excitement and nerves. I gave
her a wink; she smiled and winked back, remaining where she was, proudly nude
with her hands on her hips. I had to hand it to her; for my straight-laced
friend, the fact that she had gone even this far was a surprise. I could not
help but admire her nude beauty. Kit was one of those women who truly looked
better without clothes. She possessed lightly tanned skin, toned limbs, a flat
stomach, and by far the most incredible ass I had ever beheld upon such a
slightly-built woman.  
  
"What kind of benefit can we expect from this?" asked the female co-owner of
the comedy club.  
  
I was ready for this. In fact, I had hoped for such a question. With a quick
nudge to Kit, I sent her back to the rolling trolley upon which my laptop had
been set.  
  
The lights dimmed again, and the towering screen behind me was filled with the
image of hundreds of naked men and women walking along an avenue in the mid-
day sun. "Have any of you have heard about the Nude Day celebrations in San
Francisco?" I asked rhetorically. "The most recent was last year, and
literally thousands of participants turned out. More importantly than that,
but businesses along the streets where the parade was held enjoyed as much as
a _three hundred percent increase_ in revenue, just for the single day the
celebration lasted."  
  
Raised eyebrows and favorable nods were exchanged by my audience, and I
continued. "While we don't expect such a dramatic response, it can hardly be
expected that your businesses would suffer. Once word gets out, it will be the
talk of the town. You'll enjoy greater exposure, higher revenue, and earn for
yourselves a place in the history books as the most progressive businesses in
city history."  
  
I stepped to the end of the stage and gave them my best penetrating look. "Now
tell me, how much is that worth to you?"  
  
* * * *  
  
"Holy shit, you did it!" squealed Kit as we left the theater half an hour
later. She jumped into my arms and pressed her lips to mine in one of the most
soulfully sincere kisses she had ever given me.  
  
I tried not to think that the tips of my fingers, as I cupped her denim-clad
cheeks, were within an inch of her naked genitals. "I guess you can say I was
inspired," I told her. "You were magnificent."  
  
She made a "pfft!" sound and rolled her eyes. "All I did was take my clothes
off."  
  
"Which tipped the scales," I said, looking into her eyes. "This was both of
us; we did this together."  
  
For a moment, Kit's soft pink lips parted moistly and she gave me a smile of
pure affection. Then she pushed away and hopped down, landing on her feet.
"We're gonna do a lot more together," she said with a wicked smile.  
  
Now it was my turn to roll my eyes.  
  
* * * *  
  
With everything in order -- permission from the business and property owners,
permission from the city, permission from the police department, and all other
attendant sundries taken care of -- all that was left was the waiting game.
Kit and I went to our Sociology class every week but shared none of the
details with our classmates concerning our upcoming Earth Day event. That was
not an easy task for Kit to fulfill, since she was often in the habit of
bragging. And in fact, those fellow students of ours who had shared classes
with Kit before took her reticence at discussing our Earth Day event as some
kind of threat; obviously, if she was hiding something and not bragging about
it, it must have been something _really, really_ good.  
  
If they only knew.  
  
As the fateful weekend loomed closer and closer, the anxiety accumulated,
compounded when I received a call from one of the local television stations.  
  
"Hello?"  
  
The voice of the woman on the other end was breathy and energetic. "Hi! May I
speak with Kevin Landry, please?"  
  
". . . I'm Kevin," I said guardedly.  
  
"Oh, good! Mr. Landry, my name is Theresa Cortes with KWAC Channel Twelve
Action News. How are you doing today?"  
  
I chuckled. "I'm doing just fine," I said. "How are you?"  
  
"Just peachy," the woman said with an airy laugh. "Mr. Landry, I'm guessing
you know why I'm calling."  

"I have an idea."  
  
"Well, we got wind here of your group's planned demonstration, and I was
wondering if you had a moment to share your thoughts with us."  
  
"What do you want to know?"  
  
"I would think the obvious question is about the nature of your
demonstration," the woman said. "Our understanding is that you and your group
plan to be, eh, how shall I say it--"  
  
"Naked?"  
  
She laughed through the phone. "Thank you for not making me come right out and
say it. So, it's true?"  
  
"Absolutely," I said. "We have all the permits and everything."  
  
"Ah, okay . . . um, Mr. Landry, I have to ask, what brought you and your group
to decide to conduct this event in this way?"  
  
"Why not?" I asked in return. I found myself speaking very fluidly, more
comfortably than normal. "Environmental awareness is something we think
everyone should get into. But not many people, it seems, are willing to show
their support. So why not put ourselves out there, expose ourselves, if you
will, and garner some support? When it all comes down to it, I think this is a
classic case of the ends justifying the means."  
  
There was a pause on the other end. "That's . . . a very interesting way to
put it, Mr. Landry. May I ask you a question?"  
  
"Sure."  
  
"I'd like to cover the event with my camera crew, if that would be alright. Of
course, we would, um, edit our footage accordingly."  
  
A laughed spilled from my lips. "I think you would have to."  
  
"Right. Of course. But, um, I'd like an exclusive interview with you as well,"
she said. "Would that be alright?"  
  
I thought about it for a moment. "Well, this wasn't originally my idea, so I
think it would be best to interview my partner in this as well."  
  
"Oh, sure! What's his name?"  
  
"_Her_ name," I corrected.  
  
* * * *  
  
It was a surreal moment, to be certain. The six of us stood at the bottom of
the stairs leading up to the courtyard. For the following four hours, we would
all be naked in a public environment. The imminence of the situation had me
almost visibly trembling with both excitement and apprehension.  
  
I turned about and addressed the others. Apart from Kit, there was her friend
Deanna, a pale-skinned redhead with impressive breasts; Tanya, a slender girl
with mixed Black/Hispanic/Asian heritage who wore her kinky jet hair in
tightly-rolled dreadlocks; and Letty, Hispanic and petite, with long dark hair
that reached past her waist.  
  
On the male side of the coin was myself and my lifelong friend Bill, who was
so round and stout that he looked like a hairy, life-sized teddy bear. I had
to hand it to the guy for being so willing and exuberant about the experience
that was about to unfold; he had to know that most women did not exactly find
him attractive, yet he was willing to let it all hang out -- literally -- for
this event.  
  
"Last chance to back out," I offered, looking the others over.  
  
They all exchanged glances. A few nervous giggles floated through the air. Kit
was ruddy-faced with anticipation. But no one backed off.  
  
"Okay. Let's go."  
  
We headed up the steps, which seemed to me to have doubled in length over the
previous few weeks. I lugged the folding table, Kit carried a box filled with
Earth Day awareness fliers, Letty hefted a large sign on an easel, and Bill
toted a large plastic tub in which we would all place our clothing and
valuables. Lastly, Tanya had a case of bottled water and some snacks. We had
everything we needed.  
  
I had feared that there would have been some sort of advanced warning to the
locals, and that a crowd would have gathered in anticipation of seeing a group
of college kids naked. But aside from a few dozen people milling about before
the opening of the theater, there were only two people awaiting us, standing
out from the crowd thanks to a very prominent uniform on one's behalf.  
  
Charles Jimenez approached with a wary smile. "Kevin," he said, offering his
hand when he was a few paces away. He indicated the tall man beside him. "I
was just going over the basics with Officer Paden."  
  
I shook hands with Mr. Jimenez and smiled at Paden. I had known him for years,
when he was just the older brother of one of my friends. He had been hesitant
about being our security for the event, but I knew he had long had the hots
for Deanna and the temptation of seeing her in the nude was too powerful for
him to resist.  
  
"You really want to do this, Kevin?" he asked me.  
  
I laughed and set down the table. "Do you?"  
  
He just rolled his eyes, but helped us get set up. I could feel the nervous
tension in the air. The girls kept looking around at the meandering crowd, who
had no idea as to what was about to unfold, and shared crooked smiles.  
  
"All right," I said at last, looking upon the table with its fliers spread
out. The large sign was already garnering attention, with the words "EARTH DAY
2013" in large, neon green letters, surrounded by flower stickers.  
  
Kit's face was glowing with excitement. "Ready?"  
  
The others all watched me, waiting for a cue. No one wanted to be the first to
get naked.  
  
I gave my friend a nod, then casually pulled my shirt over my head. I could
already feel eyes upon me before I even reached for the waistband of my
shorts. As soon as those dropped to the ground, leaving me in nothing but
tennis shoes, there were some gasps and muffled comments.  
  
Those were drowned out by a noticeable hubbub of interested comments as the
girls disrobed. Like me, they had chosen to wear clothing that was quick to
come off and on. And off it all came, with the girls' faces becoming more and
more red as they stripped down. Dozens of pairs of eyes drank in the sight of
four naked girls and two naked men. Most of the attention, of course, was on
the girls.  
  
"Earth Day two thousand thirteen!" yelled Kit, bouncing up and down on her
white Skechers. Her small but firm breasts jiggled nicely. As was her norm,
she had shaved off her dark pubic hair, leaving her mound smooth and bare. Kit
was one of those women with rather prominent labia, which were noticeable even
when she stood.  
  
"Whoo!" echoed Deanna, large, milky round breasts wobbling like moons in
orbit. I had always wondered if she was a natural redhead, and my suspicions
were now confirmed by the rather abundant orange-hued tuft of hair between her
thighs. "Increase Earth Day awareness! Sign our petition to make Earth Day a
national holiday!"  
  
A look toward Paden had me chuckling. His eyes followed Deanna's movements
with interest and longing. Judging from the way she winked and grinned at him,
she was well aware of his attraction for her.  
  
"Earth Day! Earth Day! Earth Day!" chanted Bill, gloriously nude in all his
impressive roundness. He grinned as he clapped along with his words. Tanya and
Letty joined him, also clapping and calling attention to themselves.  
  
I was mildly surprised to see that Tanya had both of her dark, chocolate-
colored nipples pierced with glittering silver hoops, and a matching ring
dangled from the hood of her clitoris. Like Kit, she was smooth-shaved. In
contrast, Letty's skin was lighter in tone but still had that natural bronzed
tint to it. Her pubic hair was trimmed to the shape of a 'V.' Tattoos covered
her right arm from shoulder to elbow in a sleeve, and another -- a classic
sacred heart surrounded by barbed wire -- decorated the flesh above her petite
breasts.  
  
The milling crowd cautiously gathered closer, broad grins upon many a face.
The presence of a uniformed officer gave as an obvious measure of legality,
telling the crowd that what we were doing was okay.  
  
"What's going on?" one man asked as he stepped forward from the crowd.  
  
"We're raising awareness for Earth Day," Kit responded, as casual as could be
in her nudity. I was impressed with how natural she acted. "Do you know what
it is?"  
  
"Uh . . ." His eyes wandered down Kit's lovely form. "I've heard of it . . .
."  
  
She handed him one of the leaflets from the table. "Here," she said. "Some
light reading for you. Basically, Earth Day is about our environment, our
resources, and the impact we, as individual human beings, have on the planet.
Would you like to sign our petition to make Earth Day an official US holiday?"  
  
The man chuckled, glancing around at the buffet of nude flesh. "Honey, I'll do
just about anything a hot naked woman asks me to do," he said, taking Kit's
offered pen.  
  
She grinned as the man signed. "Thank you! Happy Earth Day!" She moved on to
the next, clipboard in hand. The rest of us followed suit.  
  
A middle-aged woman approached me with another, younger woman whom I assumed
was her daughter in tow. "Is this some kind of naturist campaign?" she asked
me.  
  
I smiled. "Not so much naturist as environmentalist," I told her. Over the
woman's shoulder, her daughter, who was about my age, was rather timidly
trying to sneak glances of my crotch. "We're raising awareness for Earth Day."  
  
Her eyes drifted down my torso for a moment before popping back up to my face
with a wry smile. "Oh, you're raising something, all right," she commented,
then took the pen I held out for her.  
  
Off to one side, Bill was laughing along with a small group of people as they
signed his clipboard. Tanya and Letty seemed to be working in tandem, not
minding the ogles and comments their naked bodies earned from the men and
women around them.  
  
And, of course, there were the pictures. Some people just stood back, snapping
shots of us without coming forward, others wanted pictures with a hot naked
girl . . . or guy. I posed for a few myself, including one with a couple of
gay men who made some almost embarrassing comments. They, of course, signed my
clipboard.  
  
Within half an hour, we had over thirty signatures, accounting for around half
of the people we saw in the courtyard. Not a bad percentage at all.  
  
"Looks like we're a hit," I said to Kit during a lull in the activity.  
  
She grinned. "You're loving this, I know," she said, looking me over briefly.
"Not that I'm complaining about the view. You always did look good naked."  
  
"Now, don't start giving me ideas," I warned her.  
  
For a response, Kit simply arched an eyebrow and made a noncommittal noise
before brushing her smooth hip against my leg and stepping away.  
  
* * * *  
  
After the theater and comedy club opened for business, the crowd grew
exponentially. Some had already learned of our presence, and had come to see
what the fuss was about, but others were shocked -- some pleasantly, others
with genuine affront -- when they saw us. A couple of people approached
Officer Paden to demand to know why we weren't being arrested.  
  
"They have the right to be here," he said to them. "I'm here to make sure
everything remains orderly."  
  
"It's disgusting!" one woman cried before she dragged her husband back to the
steps. "God made us ashamed of our bodies for a reason!"  
  
Such reactions were in the extreme minority, though. While not everyone
approached us, they at least looked, and our clipboards became filled with
signatures. The six of us became more comfortable in our nudity, to the point
where I sometimes forgot that I didn't have pockets or some other place to put
my pen.  
  
A few somewhat rowdy men exited the bar at one point and jeered at the girls,
begging them to "Flash that gash! Flash that gash!" But a couple of menacing
steps from Officer Paden put an end to that.  
  
And then, of course, Theresa Cortes and her cameraman showed up, about two
hours into it. The large shoulder-mounted camera was difficult to miss as it
appeared above the top of the stairs, especially once the light snapped on.
Theresa Cortes herself was very professionally dressed in a white skirt suit,
with her hair elegantly coiffed and makeup touched up. She saw me right away
and all but plowed her way through the crowd to get to me.  
  
"I didn't think it would be hard to find you," she commented, not bothering to
conceal her interest in my dangling penis. She smiled up at me and offered her
hand. "I'm--"  
  
"Theresa Cortes," I said. "WMAC Channel Twelve Action News. I know."  
  
Her teeth glowed perfectly. "My reputation precedes me!" she exclaimed with a
short laugh I was sure she had practiced many times before. "Quite the
turnout," she commented with a quick look around. "You picked a choice
location."  
  
"That was all my co-organizer's doing," I said, beckoning to my partner in
crime. She bounded over with a grin, sliding up beside me.  
  
"This is Theresa Cortes, the reporter I told you about. Miss Cortes, Katherine
Arlington."  
  
"Call me Kit." My friend gave me a dubious look. "They're gonna show this on
the news?"  
  
"Oh, it'll be blurred out," interjected the cameraman quickly. The broad grin
on his face was obvious. He could not seem to take his eyes of Kit. "I mean,
they'll be blurred out. Your, um, your, uh . . . parts. I mean, they'll
pixelate everything. Well, not everything, just the good parts. I-I mean--"  
  
"Just get them from the shoulders up, John," Theresa said in an annoyed voice
over her shoulder.  
  
"Yes ma'am."  
  
"Uh, this isn't going to be live, is it?" I asked.  
  
The reporter's eyes bulged. "Oh, hell no!" she blurted, then laughed. "Last
thing my producers want is your big dick swinging back and forth on everyone's
TV. Even if it is blurred out."  
  
Beside me, Kit snorted in mirth. "Might get your ratings up," she commented.  
  
Theresa arched a brow as she once more ogled my penis. "In a more liberal
time, maybe," she said, then shot me a smile. I forced a smile back, feeling
some heat in my cheeks. The way this woman spoke about me was the way I had
heard most guys speak about women. It felt strange to be a physical object.  
  
"Okay, so, you ready to do it?"  
  
Her question snapped me back to the moment. "I'm sorry?" I asked, but then her
question filtered through and I blushed with self-admonishment. "Oh, sure.
Let's get this show on the road."  
  
* * * *  
  
After the token preening to make sure her hair looked just right, Theresa
faced her cameraman as the four of us stood off to the side of the courtyard.
Our Earth Day table was still swarmed, yet there was enough attention given to
Kit and I as we awaited the reporter's interview. A small group kept their
distance, watching through either eyes or camera lenses, as Theresa began.  
  
"Good evening. Earth Day has been around for more than forty years," the
reporter informed, holding her microphone in that 'on-the-scene' way as she
spoke to the camera. "But it's passage every year rarely involves much fanfare
for our city. In this age of green technology and supposed awareness, it seems
ironic that little attention is paid to the one day out of the year in which
the planet we live on is given due credit. Well, today, we have a group of
people who are trying to change that, and bring the literal naked truth to the
rest of the world."  
  
_Not bad_, I thought, feeling impressed by Theresa's words. _Not bad at all_.  
  
John the cameraman followed Theresa as she moved so that Kit and I -- from the
shoulders up, of course -- came into view. "Kevin Landry and Katherine
Arlington, local sociology students, have put it all on the line to raise
awareness -- and more than a few eyebrows -- for what they consider to be a
day worthy of making into a national holiday. Tonight, they have shed both
clothing and convention to get their point across."  
  
She turned to me, eyes piercing in a way that was both businesslike and
flirtatious. "Mr. Landry," she said. "What compelled you to come up with an
idea like this? Appearing in the nude in a public environment is a little
extreme, don't you think?"  
  
I surprised myself with how ready I was to answer the question. "Well, I have
to give credit where credit is due. The idea wasn't mine; it belongs to my
friend Kit, here."  
  
Kit stared at the camera like a doe before the headlights of an onrushing
truck. "Hi," was all she said.  
  
"But, an idea takes a lot of work to make it happen," Theresa said.  
  
I nodded. "Yes, it does," I agreed. "And we have put a lot of work into it.
For us, Earth Day isn't just a fad or convenient catch-phrase. We really feel
that, to go forward as conscientious Americans, we need to take into account
the needs of our environment, not just ourselves."  
  
"It certainly seems you're making an impact here," Theresa said, and at her
prompting, the cameraman panned back and forth across the courtyard as she
continued. "In fact, as far as I can see, a very _big_ impact."  
  
That she glanced briefly to my crotch as she spoke that last line did not
escape me. Suddenly, I felt an undeniable urge to best the reporter at her own
game.  
  
"Well, we definitely wanted to jack up interest concerning Earth Day," I said.  
  
The corners of her mouth curled as Theresa realized what I was up to. "Doing
so in public without clothes? That's certainly a different stroke."  
  
I shrugged. "It's bringing attention to the issue, isn't it?" I asked
rhetorically. I gestured around at the crowd behind me. "I doubt we'd have as
much of a turnout if we didn't, you know, sweeten the pot. A bird in the hand
being worth two in the bush and all that."  
  
Kit suddenly pinched me, almost making me wince, and I did my best to suppress
a smile.  
  
"So how many signatures have you gathered for your petition?" Theresa asked,
her dark eyes beginning to smolder. I suddenly wondered if my rhetoric had
been misconstrued as verbal foreplay. Or maybe she was aroused by a challenge.  
  
"Last I checked --" I glanced to Kit. "-- we had about four-fifty or so."  
  
Kit nodded. "Sounds right. I know I've gone through three sheets on my
clipboard, with forty signatures per sheet."  
  
"That's very impressive," the reporter commented, eyes once again dipping to
my crotch. I didn't know if she was doing that in the hope of getting a rise
out of me, or if she was trying to make me falter by calling attention to my
nudity.  
  
"As I said, it was all Kit's idea," I said, slipping an arm around my friend's
narrow shoulders. She melded into the hug much more willingly than I had
expected, settling a hand to my chest. "She's always trying to get me in
trouble."  
  
"But he loves it," Kit remarked.  
  
Theresa's confidence suddenly seemed to waiver, her eyes darting between Kit
and I. But then she mustered herself and effected that professional smirk of
hers. "So, do you see this is the beginning of a yearly event? National Naked
Earth Day?"  
  
"I don't think we want to be those kinds of pioneers," I said with a chuckle.
"Maybe someone else will be inspired for next year, and Earth Day will be more
than a three-hour carnival on a Sunday afternoon. All we wanted to do was give
today the prominence it deserves."  
  
"Through nudity."  
  
"Absolutely," I said without hesitation, and winked at the reporter. "Got you
down here, didn't it?"  
  
She glared back for a moment, but the smile stretching her mouth was genuine.
"It did indeed," she said, then turned to face the camera. "And is that what
it takes to draw attention to a yearly event that, around the world, is
celebrated by more than a billion people? Why are we, in this city, content to
give Earth Day little more than a nod to those few environmental lobbyists who
bother to petition for recognition?  
  
"Standing with these students, before these businesses whose owners have so
bravely offered their space, I can honestly say that I am proud to have been
at least some small part of an event which I am certain will grow
significantly in the near future.  
  
"This is Theresa Cortes, for Channel Twelve Action News."  
  
The light switched off, for which I was glad, and a sudden chorus of applause
rose from the crowd nearest us, which grew and multiplied rapidly throughout
the entire courtyard. More than simply being naked in a public place, the
gesture made both Kit and I blush deeply.  
  
"That was some pretty good writing," I said to Theresa. "I mean, the opening
and conclusion. Pretty poetic stuff."  

The woman batted her eyes. "Thank you. I--"  
  
"I wrote it," said John the cameraman with a smug look on his face.  
  
Theresa's face fell instantly. I looked to John and offered my hand. "Good
stuff, man. You should be a writer."  
  
He shrugged sheepishly. "Eh, you know. It's kind of a hobby--"  
  
"And it's a wonderful hobby," Theresa interjected with more than a little
rudeness. "You're the next Stephanie Meyers. Shouldn't you get back to the van
now?"  
  
The cameraman grumbled under his breath, stole a last longing look at Kit,
then turned and trudged away.  
  
Theresa flashed her teeth once more, her face softening as she addressed me.
"Sorry about that," she said. "Sometimes he forgets he's just the cameraman. I
wanted to ask you something, if you don't mind. A couple of little details to
fill in the blanks."  
  
I rolled my shoulders. "Sure. What do you need to know?"  
  
Theresa glanced around, then seemed to find what she was looking for. "Let's
go over here, where it's not so noisy," she suggested, gently taking my arm.  
  
My initial response was to resist; her pushy demeanor was increasingly turning
me off. But I allowed the reporter to steer me aside anyway, after giving a
quick look to Kit and hoping I conveyed an 'I'll be right back' vibe. But Kit
just frowned in distaste, crossing her arms over her perky breasts.  
  
Theresa led me around the corner of the comedy club, to a breezeway that
overlooked the parking lot below. Wind rushing past the building made the air
suddenly ten degrees cooler.  
  
With only a quick glance around, Theresa suddenly pressed herself against me,
right hand snaking around my cock, fingertips tickling my balls. "Here's the
deal," she said. "You guys are done at eight o'clock, right?"  
  
I stammered. "Uh, right," I said, placing my hands on the woman's shoulders.
But why I did not immediately push her away I would never understand.
Certainly, the woman was attractive, even if it took industrial-strength
makeup to get her face to look so smooth.  
  
"I'll be in the van downstairs doing post-production. I'll send John away for
coffee or something at about a quarter after eight. Should give us around
forty-five minutes to have a little fun."  
  
I frowned, cleared my throat. "Uh, fun?"  
  
Theresa grinned and tugged on my cock. "_Fun_," she emphasized with a dance of
her stenciled eyebrows.  
  
I had to admit the way she was fondling me felt pretty damn good, and where we
were fed right into my exhibitionist fantasies.  
  
"I bet I can do things to you girls your age can't," she declared heatedly.
"You know that trick about tying a knot in a cherry stem?"  
  
"Yeah . . . seen that at a dozen sorority parties," I said.  
  
Her eyes bore into mine. "I can make a _rope ladder_," she declared, then
passed her tongue across her upper lip.  
  
Despite my aversion to the woman, there was something about her that was
actually starting to turn me on. Maybe it was some sort of basic primal male
urge to take a woman like this and fuck her the way I wanted, to dominate her.
She had such a strong personality, part of me would love to put her in her
place, so to speak.  
  
But I resisted. Once again, I realized, I was being addressed like a slab of
meat.  
  
"Sounds nice," I said, then stepped back, jerking my now half-erect cock from
the woman's grasp. "But I, uh, should really get back to the others."  
  
Theresa lifted her right hand and dragged her tongue up her index finger in a
very suggestive way. "Eight-fifteen," she reminded me, then turned sharply on
her heel and marched away.  
  
I let out a deep breath, stared down at my cock like it was a friend who had
betrayed me. Thankfully, the chilly breeze was having its typical effect, and
after a few moments, I headed back around the corner to rejoin my fellow
students.  
  
Kit saw me approach and watched me with a scowling face. "What was that
about?" she asked with more than a little acid on her tongue.  
  
"Just, uh, filling in some details," I said, avoiding her gaze.  
  
She stepped before me, so close that I had no choice but look at her. "Was one
of those details getting her phone number?" she asked bitingly.  
  
I met her eyes, reading anger and jealousy. This was something new coming from
my lifelong friend. Kit had occasionally professed disdain for someone I
dated, but had never reacted this way. The fact that she seemed genuinely
insulted touched me, and made me react as if I had done something wrong and
needed to apologize.  
  
"Look, she came onto me, but I'm not interested, okay?"  
  
Kit's glare slowly softened. "She came onto you?" she asked, her voice
noticeably less grating now.  
  
I huffed. "Yeah, she did. Look, it's no big deal. I walked away."  
  
A small smile grew across Kit's soft pink lips. "You turned her down?" she
asked slyly. "Miss hot TV reporter babe comes onto you, and you turned her
down?"  
  
I cocked my head, feeling momentarily insulted. "Believe it or not, just
because I'm a guy doesn't mean I'm willing to fuck just anything," I growled,
then brushed past Kit and snatched up my clipboard.  
  
* * * *  
  
Despite that bit of awkwardness, the night went well. During the last hour, it
became obvious that word had spread across the city about our group's
presence, for more and more people showed up with the definite purpose of
seeing the truth for themselves. The six of us posed for more photos during
that time than during the previous three hours put together.  
  
That the crowd in and around the bar was becoming more inebriated was
illustrated when a tall man in a gold-colored shirt approached Tanya and tried
to grab her crotch when his buddy raised the camera. She slapped his hand away
and delivered such an incredible and inspiring rapid-fire angry monologue,
jabbing her finger in his face, that the guy backed off sheepishly as if she
had pointed a gun at him. Our buddy with the badge stepped in eventually to
nudge the man away.  
  
"Might be time to go," Paden said to me once the episode was over.  
  
"Just another half an hour," I said to him. "But if it starts to get rowdy,
we'll pack it up."  
  
Paden gave me a rueful smile, shaking his head. "Don't know how you pulled
this off, Kevin," he said, then raised a fist to bump. "Kudos."  
  
I laughed softly beneath my breath. "It was all Kit's idea," I said.  
  
"Well, I gotta hand it to you," he said. "Wish I had a girlfriend like her."  
  
"Nah, she's not my girlfriend," I said.  
  
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?" he asked, then stepped away.  
  
His question perturbed me, compelled me to glance toward my friend, the girl
-- the _woman_ \-- I had grown up with, who knew everything about me. At that
moment, she was laughing and smiling as she interacted with men and women, so
deliciously and casually naked and obviously comfortable in her own flesh. Her
skin glowed, her cheeks shone with natural rosy hue, her eyes glittered.  
  
Then, for just a moment, she turned her head and her gaze met mine. The
expression on her face faded, yet the gleam in her eyes remained. And in that
instant, as our eyes were locked, I lost track of everything else around me.
The freight train I had always wondered about came barreling through my brain.  
  
* * * *  
  
It was several minutes past eight o'clock when we realized our time was up. We
were all simply having too much fun. However, Paden gave me a look and tapped
his wrist, prompting me to look for my phone and check the time. It was eight-
oh-seven.  
  
"If I can have everyone's attention!" I shouted, cupping my hands around my
mouth. Scores of faces turned my way.  
  
"As much as I hate to say it, our time's up," I announced, which was met by a
rather gratifying chorus of 'aw . . .'  
  
"We'd like to thank you all for coming out to sign our petition, and for
celebrating Earth Day with us!"  
  
"Happy Earth Day!" Kit yelled, and her cry was repeated by the others and even
by some in the crowd around us.  
  
"How'd we do?" I asked as we all gathered around the table.  
  
"I filled almost six pages," Kit proclaimed proudly.  
  
"Almost seven for me," said Deanna. She grinned wickedly. "Chalk it up to fire
crotch power."  
  
"Five for me," said Tanya, whose report was echoed by Letty.  
  
"Well, I got just a couple over four pages on mine," Bill said. "But, hey, I
was spreading the manliness. Nice to know the chubby-chaser nation is still
alive and well. I got two phone numbers. Does that count?"  
  
"Only to you," I said with a laugh.  
  
"I guess someone's getting lucky tonight," quipped Kit with a quick glance my
way.  
  
Bill grinned. "Hell yeah," he said. "Not bad for a fat guy who smells like
burritos, huh?"  
  
Kit rolled her eyes, but she laughed nonetheless. "You know I love you, Bill
baby."  
  
"Uh-huh."  
  
"Well, I got a proposal," informed Deanna with a strange note of pride.  
  
Kit's eyebrows danced cattily. "Don't you mean _proposition_?" she asked.  
  
The redhead smirked. "No, a _proposal_," she insisted. "Some old Mexican guy
wanted to take me away to his villa in Acapulco."  
  
Kit rolled her eyes. "Only you," she quipped.  
  
We did a quick tally, coming up with a total figure of a little over eleven
hundred signatures. That was much more than I expected we would get. When I
announced the number, the girls all squealed and hugged. I don't mind saying
that the sight of four naked women pressed together in a group hug did wonders
for igniting certain fantasies in my brain.  
  
But Officer Paden butted in. "Much as I hate it," he said. "But you gotta get
dressed now. The permit expired ten minutes ago. Don't make me arrest anybody
for public indecency."  
  
"Oh, pfft!" Kit exclaimed, sticking out her tongue. But Bill already had the
tub open with our clothes inside, and we all quickly grabbed our garments and
belongings.  
  
"Kit," I said as I slipped on my shorts.  
  
She looked up, smiling, after slipping a long, loose white T-shirt over her
head. It covered her like a dress. "Yeah?"  
  
I just smiled at her for a long moment. "Thanks."  
  
She stared back, then approached me and reached for my hands. "So, have you
figured it out, yet?" she asked.  
  
Her question made me frown, briefly, but before I could answer, the others
were swarming around us with suggestions of going to eat at Denny's, going
into the comedy club or the bar, or whatever else they could think of to
pester us with. Just like that, the moment was gone.  
  
I dismantled the table as Kit gathered up the sign. The others grabbed what
they could and we all descended en masse down the stairs, heading to our cars.
We bid farewell to Paden, who told us, predictably, that it had been "his
pleasure" to watch over us for the evening. Watching as he and Deanna stepped
aside, I did not doubt his sincerity.  
  
We tossed the table and sign in the back of Tanya's SUV, and with another
round of hugs and handshakes, she, Letty and Bill took off, leaving Kit and I
in the parking lot.  
  
Still clad in just her long T-shirt and sneakers, Kit gave me a beaming smile.
"I think I finally understand why you like being naked so much," she said.  
  
I chuckled, my gaze inadvertently darting around. "It's kind of addictive,
isn't it?" I asked, but as I did so, I noticed the Channel Twelve news van,
parked not too far away from where we stood. The sliding side door was
partially open, showing just a hint of the interior. The windows were heavily
tinted, hiding everything else.  
  
"What is it?" Kit asked, then followed my gaze. I could hear the drop in her
voice. "Oh."  
  
"It's nothing," I said, returning my attention to my friend.  
  
"'Nothing,' huh?" she asked, a challenging tone in her voice. Her eyes
hardened with suspicion as she searched my face. "Is she waiting for you?"  
  
I sighed heavily, started to speak, but Kit interrupted me with a single
short, loud, barking laugh.  
  
"She is! Holy shit, Kevin, that bitch is actually waiting for you?"  
  
"Whether she's waiting or not, I don't care!" I exclaimed, but Kit was already
turning away in a huff, stomping toward her car.  
  
"Kit!" I called. But she only waved her hand dismissively over her shoulder.  
  
I stood upon the blacktop, fuming. I shot a look toward the news van, just as
it opened and Theresa Cortes stepped out, an arrogant smile on her face. She
beckoned with a finger.  
  
But really, my choice had already been made. I didn't give the other woman
another moment of my time, and ran after Kit.  
  
_There's no fucking way I'm giving up on this_, I told myself.  
  
Just as Kit was opening the door to her car, I was there, slamming it closed.
She jumped back, startled, and gave me a frightened look.  
  
"Now look," I growled at her. "Just because I didn't say no to her doesn't
mean I said yes. She can wait all God damn night for all I care because I'm
not interested in her, and if you would have given me half a chance to
explain, you'd already know that!"  
  
Kit stared back, wide-eyed and gape mouthed. I had never been so emotional
around her.  
  
"You said, when this whole thing started, that you hoped I would understand
why you wanted to do this."  
  
Kit nodded slowly. When she spoke, her voice was soft, timid. "Do you?"  
  
I let out a deep breath, calming myself. "We've been best friends since
seventh grade, Kit," I said. "For ten years, we've done just about everything
together."  
  
"Just about," she echoed meaningfully.  
  
I felt my heart beginning to pound, and it wasn't from the exertion. "Why go
through all this, if you just wanted to . . . to . . . ." I huffed in
exasperation.  
  
Her soft pink lips parted in a mischievous smile. "Because sometimes, Kevin,"
she said, taking a step closer. "You need to _show_ someone, before you can
_tell_ them."  
  
I frowned. "Show me what? Tell me what?"  
  
She reached for my shirt, tugging gently. "I wanted to show you that I accept
certain things about you," she said. "So I could tell you how I feel."  
  
"What 'certain things?'"  
  
"This," she said, gesturing around us. "What we did tonight. This is part of
your world. You love going to nude beaches and walking around your apartment
naked. You love being carefree, and spontaneous, and just a little bit
reckless. I wanted to show you that I could be all that, too. And you know
what?"  
  
"What?"  
  
She grinned broadly. "I had the time of my life," she said, staring up at me.  
  
My heart was hammering now, and I figured Kit's was doing the same, the way
her eyes were trembling and how she gripped a handful of the fabric of my
shirt like she needed to hang on.  
  
"So what did you want to tell me?" I prompted her at last.  
  
"Something that I think -- I _hope_ \-- we've both been wanting to tell each
other for a long time."  
  
I inhaled deeply. _Is this really happening?_ I wondered.  
  
"But not here," she said, abruptly backing off. With a wicked smile, she
reached for the car door again. "Follow me."  
  
She was inside her car before I could blink, leaving me discombobulated for
just a moment. _Right!_ I thought, and bolted toward my car.  
  
* * * *  
  
Kit had always been the type to drive just a few miles below the speed limit,
but now she was weaving in and out of highway traffic, goosing the speed limit
as if she was channeling the spirit of Carlo Abarth. I actually had to
struggle to keep up with her.  
  
_What the hell is she doing?_ I wondered with alarm. _She's acting like me!_  
  
I followed her, several car lengths behind, as she switched to the north-bound
highway. By the time she took the exit at O'Connor, I already knew where she
was headed: Wonderstone Park.  
  
At such a time of night during the week, the three-hundred-acre park would be
practically deserted. It was a fairly popular place on the weekend for kids to
go to and make out, but on a Monday night it was as devoid of human habitation
as some pristine alien planet. The only lights were the headlights of our
cars; the glow of the city faded away as Kit drove further through the winding
roads framed by mesquite trees and red oaks.  
  
Finally, she parked in the lot beside the four-acre kite field, and I pulled
in on the right side of her car. Her lights switched off, I heard her car door
slam, and the following moment, Kit's naked body flashed in the light of my
headlamps as she ran out into the field.  
  
_What the--?_ I switched off the lights and jumped out of the car. The
brilliant radiance of the moon rained down upon the vast open field, making
Kit's naked body glow with an alabaster hue. She was about fifty or sixty feet
out when she stopped and turned to face me. Even at that distance, I could
tell she was grinning.  
  
_So this is what she wants_, I thought, peeling off my shirt and shucking my
shorts. _Okay_. Leaving my clothes beside the car, I jogged out into the
field.  
  
Kit laughed and turned, running from me. I was glad for my adventurous life; I
possessed an impressive amount of stamina. It helped, of course, that Kit
wasn't really trying that hard to get away from me.  
  
Despite the chill in the air, our exertions nearly had us sweating by the time
I caught up with her. She was grinning and glowing, her exquisite body fully
outlined in the moonlight.  
  
"Is this part of what you wanted to show me?" I asked as I came up to her.  
  
She nodded, licking her lips. Then with a movement that startled me, Kit
jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms and legs around me. I could feel the
heat of her sex against my lower abdomen. Without a word, she pressed her lips
to mine, giving me the most incredibly passionate kiss I had ever enjoyed. She
moaned and sighed into my mouth, sucking my lips, searching for my tongue with
her own. Arousal charged through me, making me erect. The head of my cock
tapped against Kit's firm cheeks.  
  
She drew back, face impassioned. "There's something I want to tell you before
we . . ." she smiled. "I want to tell you something, Kevin."  
  
My hands smoothed up and down her back. "What's that?"  
  
Her eyes burned into mine. "I'm in love with you," she whispered. "I think I
always have been."  
  
I smiled, my heart fluttering. "You were right," I told her. "That is what
I've been wanting to tell you for a long time."  
  
She smiled sweetly. "I just suddenly woke up one day and realized that I
wanted to be with you. But I had to show you -- and myself -- that I could be
part of your world, your life."  
  
"You picked a pretty memorable way to do it," I said with a laugh.  
  
She nodded. "Yeah I did, didn't I?" She kissed me again, emitting a yearning
moan, and squirmed against me. "I want you," she whispered as she broke the
kiss.  
  
"Right now?"  
  
"Uh-huh. Right now, right here."  
  
She pushed back and uncurled her limbs, settling to the grass. Face blazing
with passion, she lowered herself to a squat before me, bringing her face in
line with my erection. Her hands ran up and down my thighs. "Finally," she
whispered, gazing upon my cock.  
  
Her lips parted wetly, and she pressed them against the tip of my penis,
slowly sucking the head into her mouth. I trembled, letting out a moan of
pleasure. Kit engulfed me slowly, taking half my length into the warm recess
of her mouth, then stopped, sucking the flavor from my dick. Her hands
caressed my thighs, my abdomen, then delved between my legs to cradle my
swollen balls. Everywhere she touched left a tingle upon my skin.  
  
She finally slid back, gazing up at me. I had no words, no way other than
through the expression on my face to convey how incredible I felt at that
moment. It dawned on me that, for the first time in my life, this wasn't just
sex. This was making love.  
  
"I'll do anything you want, baby," Kit whispered up at me, lips fluttering
against the head of cock with each word. "Anything you've ever wanted a girl
to do. I mean it."  
  
I swooned, almost falling over, but steadied myself by lowering to my knees. I
touched Kit's face. "That goes both ways," I said. I let out a sudden, small
laugh of wonder. "God, I love you."  

Her eyes glistened, and she shuddered with a deep breath. "You have no idea
how good it feels to hear you say that."  
  
We kissed again, and I gently eased Kit onto her back in the grass. Her hands
were all over me, running from my shoulders to my ass and everywhere in
between. She cupped my face and kissed me eagerly, wantonly. I left a cooling
trail down her neck and breasts as I nipped and licked my way down. Kit sighed
in passion beneath me, parting her thighs as I hovered over her abdomen. The
fragrance of her need drifted to my senses, fresh and enticing.  
  
I positioned myself between her thighs, admiring the beauty of her sex. Kit
possessed sleek, bright pink lips that curled out beneath her clitoral hood,
already moist with anticipation. I kissed her smooth-shaved mound first, then
pressed my mouth the junction of her thigh and pelvis, where the tendon stood
out. Kit hissed in pleasure, squirming in the grass beneath me.  
  
Slowly, savoring every moment, I licked up and down her wonderfully fleshy
folds, getting a taste of my lover's passion. I sucked one, then the other
into my mouth, massaging them with my lips, then slowly slid my tongue past
her silky curtains and into the heated tunnel of her sex.  
  
"God, oh God yes," Kit panted, gripping my hair. She splayed her legs wide,
lifting her feet from the ground to open herself up as fully as she could.
"Eat me, baby . . . ."  
  
So I did, licking deep within her increasingly wet pussy, bracing my hands on
her inner thighs. Kit's flavor was incredible, unlike that of any woman I had
tasted before. Rich and sweet, with a hint of bitterness and a touch of
something almost spicy. It was like licking candied ginger. It only changed --
becoming even richer -- when I covered her clitoris with my mouth and sucked.  
  
She shuddered and moaned once I did that, her body twitching and breath coming
out in staccato gasps. Kit lifted her radiant face and stared down at me,
mouth slack and eyes heavy. "D-d-don't stop," she begged heatedly.  
  
I managed a smile but kept sucking, swirling my tongue in a massaging motion
around her clit. Our eyes were locked as I brought her closer and closer to
orgasm. Finally, she gasped loudly and let her head fall back into the cool
grass, and erupted in orgasm. "_Oh, God!_"  
  
Kit thrashed as she came, and I hung on, drawing it out for as long as she
could stand it. Her pussy literally gushed, and I slipped my tongue down for a
taste of an even sweeter fluid.  
  
Suddenly energized, Kit pushed me back and sat up, hissing like a feral woman
in heat. She kissed me deeply, sucking her own flavor from my lips. "Your
turn," she panted, wrapping her hands around my cock. Leaving my mouth, she
doubled over and slid her lips down my shaft, sucking ardently. I leaned back
on my hands, legs folded beneath me, and watched as Kit enjoyed herself.  
  
She sucked and pulled, stroking my shaft in time with her bobbing head. Her
lips were like silk soaked in rose oil, her tongue a massaging rod encased in
velvet. From her soft muffled moans and urgent movements, it seemed she was
determined to make me come.  
  
She paused for a moment to uncurl herself and get on all fours. "You can get
off more than once, right?"  
  
I nodded vehemently, my cock as hard as it could possibly be, glistening from
her mouth. The cool night air washed over it, making me tremble. "Definitely,"
I managed to say.  
  
Kit grinned. "Good," she responded. "'Cause I wanna taste it."  
  
I groaned as she went back down, using just her mouth now. She bobbed and
sucked, pulling with her lips on each upstroke, eagerly working me towards an
eruption. As my breathing became shallower and I started rolling my hips with
my impending rush, Kit mewed excitedly, knowing I was about to burst.  
  
And burst I did, grunting and trembling in intense pleasure as my cock swelled
and pulsed and began ejaculating into Kit's mouth. A long, slow moan escaped
her throat as she tasted my seed, and she sucked gently to get it all. I
gasped at the heat and sensations coursing through my groin, feeling every
nerve at the tip of my cock tingle as every drop of fluid was spent in Kit's
mouth.  
  
I fell back, panting, and Kit stayed with me, suckling softly and running her
hands around my torso. The world tilted this way and that as I stared up at
the inky sky. The moon blazed overhead, its face smiling down upon us.  
  
Then Kit was atop me, kissing my neck, my face, my lips. I could just taste
the residue of my orgasm on her tongue. "Jesus, you're incredible," I told her
once I had found my voice.  
  
She grinned. "_We're_ incredible," she corrected. "Together."  
  
I nodded and smiled. "Together forever?"  
  
Her eyes flashed. "Sounds good to me," she said, then straddled me. The heat
of her damp pussy seared through my penis. I was still fairly hard, and
returned rather swiftly to full erection as Kit reached back to position the
head of my cock at the entrance to her pussy.  
  
"Forever," she whispered as she slowly impaled herself, eyes fluttering closed
as drew inch after inch into her body. I groaned, my groin still tingling from
the recent orgasm. I could feel every ripple of Kit's inner muscles along my
shaft. The feeling was maddening.  
  
For a moment, once I was seated deeply within her, Kit sat still atop me, eyes
closed and mouth slack. Her vaginal muscles twitched and pulled, sucking
automatically on my cock. Then, slowly, she began rocking back and forth,
placing her hands upon my chest. Her eyes opened and she gazed upon me with a
look of pure passion and rapture.  
  
"Can we just . . . do this . . . for the rest of our lives?" she asked with a
heady smile.  
  
I reached up and massaged her firm breasts, pinching Kit's small nipples,
making her catch her breath. "I sure wouldn't mind," I managed to say.  
  
She gazed upon me with adoration and affection as she rolled her hips,
massaging my shaft inside her. "Why did we wait so long, Kevin?"  
  
I eased up, spreading my legs and slipping an arm around Kit's slender waist
so that we remained together, and kissed her. "I don't know, but we're not
gonna stop now."  
  
She giggled. "Oh, hell no," she affirmed, lacing her fingers together behind
my neck. Her feet planted on the grass to either side, she moved up and down,
staring into my eyes as she impaled herself again and again. I lowered my head
and teased a nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. She hissed
when I nipped at it with my teeth.  
  
I rolled forward, placing Kit on her back, then straightened, holding her lean
taut thighs far apart. Kit clawed at my chest for a moment before I started
thrusting roughly inside her, and then she fell into a series of gasps and
moans and gentle cries. There was just enough light that I could see the way
the pink petals of her pussy flared around my cock. Her clitoris glistened
like a freshly-revealed pearl.  
  
Kit moaned and panted as she came again, her vagina clamping down so hard on
my cock I couldn't move. She shuddered in ecstasy for several moments, then
suddenly surged up and pushed me over until she was on top yet again. This
time, she squatted over me, hands braced on my abdomen. Her hair was sweaty
and tangled around her face as she rode me.  
  
"Come with me," she demanded, eyes blazing with lust. "Don't hold it back.
Come with me!"  
  
I grunted and gripped her hips, thrusting upward each time she descended. Her
cheeks smacked against my hips over and over. Her pussy sucked on my cock,
practically spasming all the while. I alternately watched the erotic sight of
my cock being swallowed again and again and Kit's beautiful impassioned face.  
  
"I'm gonna come, baby," she whimpered, face pained.  
  
I nodded, and felt the flood gates beginning to weaken within me. Just as Kit
began heaving with yet another orgasm, I pushed myself up onto my hands,
thrust deep inside her, and joined her in orgasmic bliss.  
  
My head fell back and my arms trembled as every ounce of energy passed from
me, through my penis, and into the woman I loved. Kit growled in pleasure,
gasping and moaning all through her own ecstatic explosion. I felt her inner
muscles milking me for every last drop of fluid, making my cock burn.  
  
Finally, my strength was gone and I collapsed onto the ground, Kit atop me. We
gasped for breath, clumsily touching and petting one another. I was
incoherent; I'm sure I babbled something, and maybe Kit did as well, but it
was lost to post-orgasmic shutdown.  
  
Eventually, the chilly night air roused our sweaty bodies. I realized we were
both shivering; the temperature must have dropped a good ten degrees or more.  
  
Languidly, Kit lifted her head, brushing strands of hair away from her eyes.
She looked drunk, and I figured my own expression must have matched hers.  
  
"Take me home," she whispered, then smiled. "Your home."  
  
I smiled and kissed her.  
  
* * * *  
  
It was just before ten when we stumbled through the door of my apartment.
Neither of us said a thing; we did not need to. Sharing tired, satisfied
looks, we headed to the bathroom and flicked on the light. Laughter sputtered
forth as our true appearance was revealed to us. Scratch marks adorned my
body, from my shoulders to my back to my outer thighs. Kit's knees were red.
Mud was smeared across our feet, hands, and buttocks. We were consummate
messes.  
  
Beneath the warm spray of the shower, Kit and I soaped each other up and
shared numerous long, loving kisses. I loved the way her body felt against
mine. Despite being so slender and athletic, Kit actually felt soft against
me.  
  
Clean and toweled, Kit crawled into my bed while I mixed us a couple of rum
cocktails in the tiny kitchen.  
  
"Babe!" Kit called. "You gotta see this!"  
  
"See what?" I called back, taking up the glasses and heading to the bedroom.  
  
"We're on TV!"  
  
My eyes darted to the TV in my bedroom as I crawled onto the bed. Kit had
tuned in the Channel Twelve news, and there we were. The footage from the
interview with Theresa Cortes had been edited, but still . . . .  
  
"Look!" exclaimed Kit with a giggle. "You can totally see my nipple!"  
  
I chuckled. "God, I hope your parents aren't watching."  
  
The color drained from her face for a moment. "Oh, shit," she breathed, then
laughed. "Nah. They watch Channel Four."  
  
The clip ended with Theresa delivering her cameraman's eloquent conclusion,
then switched back to the news studio. The anchorwoman sat smiling at the
camera. She was a middle-aged woman who had been headlining the news for as
long as I could remember.  
  
"Well, that was a revealing piece," she commented, then glanced beside her.
The camera pulled back, showing Theresa Cortes, looking as professional as
ever.  
  
"It certainly was, Angie," the reporter said. "One thing I have to hand it to
those kids is that they were bold enough to risk public scrutiny by doing
something like this." Her eyes drifted to the camera. "Kevin and Kit, wherever
you are right now, let me just say that I admire your conviction. I certainly
won't be forgetting Earth Day anytime soon."  
  
The camera focused on the anchorwoman once more. "Well said. Up next, Steve
Brown has the latest from the NBA--"  
  
Kit flicked off the TV and rolled atop me. "So," she said, looking ungodly
sexy with her damp hair framing her fresh-scrubbed face. "You sure you
wouldn't rather have spent the night getting some from the Action News girl?"  
  
I ran my hands up Kit's body, admiring the natural luster of her skin. In the
soft light of my bedside lamp, she looked like a golden idol. "To be honest, I
never considered it for a moment," I said. "Not seriously. I knew I already
had something better waiting for me, if I was smart enough to realize it."  
  
Her features softened. "I've been waiting for you for a long time," she said
earnestly, then corrected herself. "No, that's not exactly true. I've been
waiting for . . . for me to realize I could be part of your life. That what
you wanted was what I've always wanted, too."  
  
My brow furrowed. "You mean that?"  
  
She nodded. "I mean it, Kevin. I'm in love with you. I don't ever want to be
away from you."  
  
I traced a random pattern on Kit's stomach, making her giggle softly. "You
know, your parents don't exactly approve of me," I said.  
  
She shrugged without hesitation. "They'll just have to get used to it," she
said. "I've been living their life long enough. I want my own life, now. And I
want it with you."  
  
I smiled, took her hand, kissed her fingers. "I want it with you, too."  
  
She bent and kissed me tenderly, then straightened with a deep sigh. "God, I
can't believe everything that's happened today."  
  
I chuckled. "Seems like a weird dream, doesn't it?"  
  
She laughed. "Yeah, it does."  
  
"You know what I think?"  
  
"What?"  
  
"I think," I said as I sat up and gathered Kit in my arms. I settled my gaze
upon hers. "That I'm never going to forget Earth Day for as long as I live."  
  
She nibbled her lip. "'Cause it's the first day we made love?"  
  
I gave her a meaningful look. "'Cause it's gonna be our anniversary now."  
  
Her eyes became liquid, and she kissed me deeply.  
  
_-fin-_  
  
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