This story is about how a man used feminist rhetoric to change an ardent crusader of women’s rights into an acceptable, sexy girlfriend. And fell for her in the process.

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“I’m not going to suck your dick anymore.”

Two young lovers were in the back of a pickup truck under the stars making out on a warm summer’s night. Sawyer had managed to get Willa’s shirt and bra off, and he was groping her breasts as he sucked on her hard, pink nipples.

Willa had a pretty face, long brown hair, and a thick body. She was built sturdy with big tits, wide hips, and a substantial ass. She was Sawyer’s type by necessity. He was a big dude, 6′ 4″ and 260 pounds. With his weight and strength, a smaller woman would be injured during sex.

“Babe, why be that way?” Sawyer asked. “I really care about you.”

The twenty-one-year-old plumber’s assistant gave Willa his best smile as he lied to her. He lied again when he said, “Tonight, I was going to suggest we take our relationship to the next level and be exclusive.”

“I’d like that,” she said, “but I won’t change my mind.”

The shirtless young man asked, “You’ve been giving me blowjobs, great blowjobs, for weeks. Honestly, you looked like you were into it.”

She sighed and said, “I was. It isn’t you or anything you’ve done. Your dick isn’t so big that I have trouble getting it in my mouth like my ex, Jason. He was a real jerk. He’d fuck my face and push my head down on his penis until I gagged. You don’t do those things.”

Sawyer cringed when he learned the last dude she was with had a bigger dick. Willa saw the distressed look on his face, smiled sheepishly, and

said, “Sorry. TMI.”

She gently stroked his face and said, “We can still have sex.”

“That’s good to hear. Why all of a sudden have you changed your tune about BJ’s?”

The big breasted nineteen-year-old said, “I’ve been talking with Summer. She’s in college and…”

Sawyer rolled his eyes and said, “Hold on. Why are you listening to her? For one, she’s only at the community college, and two, she’s a wacko. What’s she studying? Feminist propaganda?”

“She’s in the women’s studies program.”

“That’s a waste of time and money! What kind of job is she going to get with that degree? You’ll be making more money than she is cutting hair at the salon.”

Willa ignored him and said, “Summer says that sucking cock is demeaning to women. How can it be empowering for me when I’m literally on my knees servicing you? And tell me if I’m wrong, but in porn videos, rap songs, and real-life don’t men say things like ‘choke on this bitch’ and ‘I’ll make you gag’?”

“Well.” Sawyer wasn’t able to muster an argument.

“I love you, Sawyer,” Willa said, “Please respect my boundaries. No anal and no more blowjobs.”

“But we still can have sex?”

“Yes.”

“Then get naked, darling!”

The pair stripped and fucked. Willa quickly got wet from Sawyer’s mouth on her breasts and his fingers in her vagina. The big man slammed his cock into her. He pounded her built-for-vigorous-sex frame, and they both climaxed.

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At that same time, a pair of couples were at another secluded, make-out spot utilized by young people who still lived with their parents. Penelope and Peter were lying naked on a blanket smooching. Mike and Mia were nude doing some heavy petting on a blanket on the other side of the lake.

Mike caressed Mia’s slim, sleek body and her firm, small breasts. She squeezed and tugged on his erection.

Peter embraced and kissed Penelope passionately. He released her and repositioned his body so his head even with her crotch. He lay on his side and had her do likewise, so they faced each other. She lifted her upper thigh and let Peter licked her pussy, but she didn’t touch his dick.

Both men pleasured their girlfriends with the expectation that they would perform oral sex on them. When it didn’t happen, they asked their girlfriend why they weren’t sucking their cocks. The women said that giving head was no longer something they were comfortable doing.

They told their boyfriends the same tale Willa had told Sawyer. Due to a conversation with Summer, they were no longer giving blowjobs. They assured their boyfriend that they loved them and would have sex with them, but that activity was off the table.

They did have sex that night. Hot, sweaty, orgasmic sex, but no blowjobs.

^^^The following night^^^

Sawyer, Peter, and Mike were at a bar playing pool. The three high school buddies were joined by a friend Mike had met at college, Hunter. The men formed teams and played pool while they drank beer.

Peter, an HVAC technician, said, “Damn it, Sawyer! We lost another game to these college assholes. Focus!”

“Sorry, I can’t concentrate,” the big man said. “You know I’m dating Willa. She said the strangest thing to me last night. She likes me and is happy to have sex with me, but there will be no more blowjobs.”

“Really? Mia said the same thing to me,” Mike said. He laughed and playfully added, “Is this some kind of women’s liberation movement?”

“Maybe,” Peter said. “Penelope told me that Summer Melnick told her to stop giving head because it’s demeaning to women.”

“Willa said Summer convinced her to stop giving me head!” Sawyer exclaimed.

“Wow,” Mike said. “Summer takes a few women’s studies courses, and that crazy bitch ruins our sex lives.”

“Sounds like you have an agent provocateur in your midst,” Hunter said and laughed.

“A real buttinski!” Peter agreed.

“Yeah,” Sawyer said. “She’s always sticking her nose into places it doesn’t belong. She was that way in high school. She always had a cause like ‘Save the whale’ and ‘Don’t wear fur’. She’s for anything green, pro-environment, or pro-woman.”

“Is she one of those holier-than-thou people who parade around with an ‘I’m better than you because I care,’ attitude?” Hunter asked.

“Exactly,” Mike answered.

“I hate sanctimonious people,” Hunter said. “I have an idea as to how we can give this self-righteous girl her comeuppance and get your girlfriends to give you BJ’s again. Interested?”

“Hell, yes,” the other yelled in unison.

“Here’s what I need you to do,” Hunter said. “This weekend you, me, and your girlfriends are going camping. Get them to invite Summer. I believe she’ll come if they tell her it’s a ‘Get-back-to-nature’, ‘Earth Day’, ‘Girl-Power’ event where we will count endangered birds.”

“That’s the kind of crazy shit that appeals to her,” Sawyer said and laughed.

“Good,” Hunter responded. “I’m going to pretend to be a woke guy who is a feminist and a tree-hugging, environmental wacko. Follow my lead, and we will hoist her on her own petard and get your girlfriends back on the dick-sucking bandwagon!”

^^^Friday night^^^

The eight young men and women met around five o’clock. Seven of them were old friends who had known each other for years, having attended the same high school. Penelope and Willa had known each other even longer as they had been friends since the first grade.

Mike introduced Hunter to everyone. The new guy said hello and appeared to be affable and harmless. He looked like your average frat boy with his stylish haircut, Polo shirt, Chino shorts, and boat shoes.

Hunter quietly studied Summer. She looked the part of an activist, someone too busy fixing the problems of the world to wear makeup, dress stylishly or do more than pile her mass of blond hair on top of her head.

She didn’t complete the stereotype; she wasn’t ugly, mannish, or flat-chested. She had a nice bosom and was pretty in a girl-next-door way. Two things about her stood out: her piercing blue eyes and the pink, block lettering on her white tee-shirt that read ‘THIS IS WHAT A FEMINIST LOOKS LIKE!’.

They piled their gear into the beds of the two extended-cab pickup trucks that would take them camping. The couples sat together, and since Hunter and Summer were unattached, they ended up sitting beside each other on the back seats of one of the trucks.

Hunter was surprised by Summer. Sawyer had described her as a boring, annoying, bossy, know-it-all who droned on and on about injustice, inequality, the oppression of women, and the environment. He found her witty, interesting, and knowledgeable. She wasn’t one of those ill-informed activists who lie, exaggerate, or say crazy stuff to support their positions.

An hour later, they were setting up five tents, and getting a fire started while drinking beer. When Summer exited her one-person, pop-up tent, Sawyer asked, “Hey Summer, I’m grilling. What do you want, a burger or a sausage?”

“Eww! I don’t eat meat. I’m a vegetarian. I bought granola.”

“I’m a vegan too,” Hunter lied. “Summer, I’d be glad to share. I was about to grill the ingredients to make sweet potato fajitas.” The blond gave her a disarming boyish grin.

“Sure. Thanks.”

“I have plenty,” Hunter announced in a loud voice. “If anyone else wants to try an eco-friendly, sustainable, healthy alternative to the heart attack on a plate Sawyer is serving, see me.”

Mike and the other women were willing to try it. Peter and Sawyer dined exclusively on the fat-laden, meat products, and they washed them down with plenty of beer.

While everyone was eating dinner, Hunter said, “Tomorrow, we are taking part in a nationwide bird survey that monitors the status and trends in bird populations. Grab a booklet. They are stacked outside my tent. The best time to see birds is at dawn, so we will get an early start.”

Sawyer and Peter got up to get another beer. Hunter met them by the cooler and said, “I need your help. I want to impress and show Summer that I’m a woke guy. Attack her. and I’ll defend her and her cause.”

“Okay,” Sawyer said. “What should I say?”

“She’s proudly wearing a tee-shirt announcing she’s a feminist,” Hunter said. “Sawyer, snarl at her and ask her this…” He whispered the line.

“Peter you can say something like this…”

The guys rejoined the group sitting around the fire. Sawyer waited for a lull in the conversation and then angrily said, “Summer, what’s the deal? Your tee-shirt says you’re a feminist, but you’re wearing a bra. What self-respecting feminist follows the dictate of our hideous, omniscient, patriarchal society and cages her breasts in a bra?”

Summer was taken aback. Her eyebrows rose, her eyes widened, and her head snapped back.

Peter landed his blow while she was stunned. He said, “Yeah. You’re missing a chance to give the middle finger to a society that says women should be prim, proper, pretty, and under control at all times.”

“What I wear or don’t wear is no concern of yours, you troglodytes!”

“Guys, please stop picking on Summer,” Hunter said. “She, and all women, are victims of men’s relentless pursuit to control, brainwash, and sexualizing women. In the 1500s, men convinced women that corsets were indispensable. They got them to strap on tight bodices that altered their natural form. Imagine how uncomfortable they were and how they limited a woman’s ability to move or just to breathe.

“Women are no longer forced by society’s expectations to wear a corset, but they are expected to wear bras, which I’m told are not fun. They don’t fit. The straps cut into your shoulders, They can compress your rib cage. They chafe your skin. You can get jabbed by a stray piece of wire.

“After centuries of brainwashing, is it any wonder that women have succumbed and wear bras? It’s hard to buck the trend and fight ‘the man’.”

“But isn’t that what feminism is all about?” Sawyer asked, and then he snickered.

“Yes. It’s a daily struggle and feminists speak out and act out to demand equality and autonomy,” Hunter sermonized. “Of course, big-breasted women like Willa are given a pass. She needs to wear a bra to prevent back and neck pains.”

Mia giggled and said, “I hate bras. Luckily, my boobs are so small I don’t need one, and I rarely wear one.”

While Mia was talking, Summer reached under her shirt, unsnapped her bra, and pulled her arms out of the straps. She dragged her bra out an armhole, waved it about, and shouted, “Are you happy now? I’m braless!”

“It’s hard,” Hunter lamented, “but I think we need to confront ourselves every day and ask ‘Am I living the things I say I believe in’.” He failed at not sounding patronizing.

Everyone stared at Summer. The attention caused her breathing to quicken, and she got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She glanced down at her chests, and yes, she had erect nipples. Her hard, pointy nipples denting the soft cotton fabric of her top.

Penelope stood and performed the same bra-removal technique Summer had used.. She raised her bra over her head, and said, “I’m a feminist. I believe in equal rights and the empowerment of women. I reject the pressure to conform to some idealized view of beauty. To men who say my jiggly boobs are a distraction or make them uncomfortable, I say ‘Get over it!’ I decide what I wear, and I choose comfort!”

“Yeah! You go, girl,” Mia said.

“Ah. Um,” Willa stammered. “I believe the same things, but I’ll injure myself if I go braless.” The other women reassured her that she was a good person, and that, for her, wearing a bra was necessary and okay.

The conversation returned to their usual topics. They roasted marshmallows, made S’mores, and consumed the camping treat along with more beer.

The couples said goodnight and went to their tents. Hunter and Summer heard sighs, moans, and groans. It was obvious that their friends were having sex.

Hunter added another log to the fire. He said, “I was told that you are very involved in a lot of great causes, especially women’s issues, so I was surprised that you wore a bra.”

“I put one on today without a thought,” she replied and raised an arm to her chest to hide her nipples. “You’re right. We should live our values every day.”

“It’s hard,” he said. He leaned toward her, placed his hand lightly on her wrist, and guided her arm down. “Nipples and breasts are a natural part of everybody’s body but have been deemed inappropriate on women. By covering up, you’re buying into that idea. You can be a powerful warrior in this fight against injustice and inequality by rejecting body shaming.”

He stood, smiled, and added, “Besides, you don’t need a bra. You have fine, firm breasts. Good night.” He turned and walked to his tent.

Summer was momentarily speechless. Then, she called out to him, “Did you just hit on me?”

He stopped, turned to her, and said, “Yes. I find you intriguing, and I think you’re a beautiful person on the inside and the outside.”

He went into his tent, leaving a stunned young woman sitting by the fire pondering his words.

^^^Saturday morning^^^

Mike, Mia, Hunter, and Summer were the only ones to rise at dawn for the early morning survey. They had coffee and went out in teams to see the birds.

Hunter noticed the bouncing movement of soft flesh under Summer’s tee-shirt. He smiled and said nothing as they walked the woods and searched by the shoreline for two hours.

When they returned to camp, the others were awake. Hunter asked, “Who’s ready for breakfast?”

“Another vegan meal?” Mike teased.

“Yes. I was going to make Johnny Appleseed oatmeal. Summer, would you cut some apples into thin slices? I’ll get the oatmeal going. I think you’ll like it. It’s not bland and boring. It’s made with cinnamon, maple syrup, nutmeg, and cloves. It’s a good source of protein because I dump a medley of seeds into it.”

“Sounds yummy,” Mia said. “Summer, I’ll give you a hand.”

While the young women sliced the apples, Mia said, “I see the girls are free today. I’m not wearing a bra either, but since my breasts are small I doubt anyone will notice. Hunter’s good-looking, smart, and concerned about the planet and equal rights. Not many guys tick that many boxes. Any interest on your part?”

“Maybe,” she said. Her face turned red. She added, “I’m not going braless to attract his attention. I’m doing it for me. Aren’t you sick and tired of all the rules and expectations put on us because we’re women? Be pretty. Be nice. Dress appropriately. Etc.”

“Yeah.” Mia grabbed some of the apple slivers and took them to the pot where Hunter was adding ingredients. He said, “Brilliant. Toss ’em in.”

Sawyer had gone into the woods to piss. He returned to camp. He stopped beside Summer, stole a piece of apple, and a peek down her tank top. She noticed, grimaced, and stood to deny him a downblouse view of her breasts.

“Hee-hee,” he tittered. “You’re looking perky this morning,” he said as he stared at her hard nipples, which were noticeable underneath her cotton shirt.

“Pig!” she spat out.

Hunter came over and confronted Sawyer. He got in his face and said, “Women have nipples and breasts. Get over it!”

The big man huffed and walked away.

“Thank you, but I don’t need a man to fight my battles,” Summer said in a tone that showed she was annoyed.

“I can’t stand to see a man behave that way toward a woman,” Hunter said. “Maybe it’s in my genes. You’ve heard of the famous Bra Burning women’s rights protest at the Miss America pageant in 1968? It kicked off the women’s movement and led to the founding of the National Organization of Women.”

Summer nodded.

“My grandmother was there,” Hunter said. “The women set up a container they called TheFreedom Trash Can. They threw in objects of oppression: a mop, a Playboy magazine, lipsticks, and high heels. My grandmother took her bra off and chucked it in. She never wore one for the rest of her life.”

He adopted a serious demeanor and added, “I grew up in a household of women. It was my mother, three sisters, and me. I was taught to respect women as equals. I was educated to never call a woman crazy and not to joke about periods by saying things like ‘She must be on the rag’ or “It’s her time of the month’. When a woman is disrespected, I see red.”

^^^

After eating breakfast, everyone agreed that they should go to the small beach by the lake for some fun in the sun.

“We need to change into our suits,” Penelope said.

“And fix our hair,” Willa added.

Peter chuckled and said, “We’ll head on down and see you when we see you.”

The boys went to their tents, changed into their swimming attire, and headed off. Peter and Mike carried a cooler filled with beer. As they walked, Hunter spoke, “The goal this morning is to get their tops off. We will use the lastest feminist campaign against them, `Free the Nipple’.”

“I’ve heard of that!” Peter said. “It’s the damnedest thing. Women want to be able to walk around in public topless.”

“They can show me their titties anytime,” Sawyer said and laughed.

Hunter chortled and said, “They aren’t looking for permission to flash us. They are upset that men can be shirtless, but they can’t. For them, it’s a matter of equal rights and who has the power to determine what women can and can’t do. Wear and not wear.

“Here’s my plan. It’s a bright sunny day. Sawyer, you say something like, ‘Man, it’s hot’ and take your shirt off, and then say, ‘Oh, yeah. That’s better’.”

“Maybe we should play football,” Mike suggested. “We run around, get all hot and sweaty, and we all take our shirts off.”

“Fine,” Hunter said. “If one of the girls says something about how we can take our shirt off when you’re hot and they can’t, you all shout ‘Free the nipple!’. We’ll shame them into taking their tops off because that’s what good feminists would do. If they don’t say the right words, I’ll bring the subject up. Got it?”

The others nodded.

The women came to the beach. Summer pulled off her cover-up and exposed her bikini-clad body.

Sawyer let loose a loud wolf-whistle and said in a snarky manner, “How do you square being a feminist with wearing a sexy bikini?”

“Oh, you got me, Sawyer,” Summer said sarcastically.

“Sawyer, you really shouldn’t engage in philosophical arguments when you are so obviously out of your depth intellectually,” Hunter said. “Being a feminist is about empowering women. A feminist can shave her legs and care about her appearance. It’s about her being in charge and doing what she wants to do. Not doing things or dressing, hoping for a man’s approval.”

Peter handed Sawyer a beer and said, “Man, you need this. You’ve been torched.” He chugged it.

The women laid their beach towels on the small sandy beach a few feet apart from each other.

The guys played touch football under a cloudless sky and intense sun.

They were quickly hot and sweaty. Mike ran past an exhausted Sawyer and scored a touchdown. Sawyer stood hunched with his hands on his knees, and sweat dripped off his heavyset body. He wheezed and said, “Damn! It’s hot.”

He and the other young men removed their shirts. Sawyer said, “That’s better.”

“It’s a friggin hot day. Why are you idiots running around?” Willa asked. “You’re lucky that you can take your shirts off to cool down.”

“You can take your top off too. Free the Nipple!” Sawyer shouted. Mike and Peter echoed his call, shouting, “Free the nipple!”

Summer said, “It stinks that men are allowed to be topless in public, but women aren’t. It’s unjust.”

“It isn’t fair that we are treated differently,” Mia said.

“Yeah,” Penelope agreed. “What happened to ‘What’s good for the goose is good for the gander’?”

Hunter let pass that the quote Penelope spouted. It didn’t support their argument since a gander is a male goose. He said, “Women, you realize that things won’t change until you change. Right? Stop going along with the system that controls your behavior. That brainwashes you to feel powerless.”

Summer stood, reached behind her back, and undid the clasp. She hollered, “Mia, Penny, Willa, let’s put a stop to this double standard and say we control our bodies and our lives. Nipples are nipples whether they’re on a man or a woman.”

“Yes!” the women shouted. They sat up and undid the clasp holding their tops. Summer smiled, nodded, and pulled her top off. The other women took theirs off too. They shouted, ‘Free the Nipple!’ and cheered.

The men were silent as if struck dumb. It was a great acting job as they stared at their half-naked girlfriends with a look of bewilderment and surprise on their faces as if they never expected this to happen.

Hunter clapped and congratulated the bare-breasted women, “Well done. You’ve struck a blow for equal rights!”

The men looked at the proud, topless women, studying and appreciating the tits on display. Mia’s breasts were flat, low mounds of white flesh the thickness of her small hand. The raven-haired woman had pink nipples with pointy tips nearly an inch long.

Willa had massive ta-tas that look like overfilled water balloons. Her areolas were a deep red color and as large as a saucer.

Penelope had a beautiful set of bell-shaped tits. There was very little tissue at the top of her chest, but a lot of volume at the bottom. She has small, pinkish nipples.

Summer had the most popular style of breasts, the shape deemed the best. Her boobs were full and round with a dark brown nipple in the center that pointed straight ahead.

“Ladies and Gents,” Hunter said, “How about we go for a swim?”

They went into the water and swam, splashed, and engaged in horseplay. The rest of the morning was spent lying in the sun and cooling off in the water.

The way the women carried themselves showed they were filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. The nearly constant erections of the men were a result of them enjoying the show.

The group had lunch and returned to the beach with a cooler restocked with beer. Each couple shared a beach towel. Hunter went up to Summer and asked, “Can I join you?”

“Sure.”

She moved to make room for him. As he sat beside her, Mike and Mia walked hand-in-hand past them to go into the woods. After lying side-by-side in silence for a few minutes, Hunter asked, “Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I’ll do yours.”

“Okay.”

He rolled over on his stomach, and she spread lotion across his broad shoulders and back. She smiled as she kneaded his muscles and coated his upper body.

“All done,” she announced. As they switched places, they heard Penelope giggle, and she and Peter snuck off into the woods. Hunter straddled her waist, poured lotion on both of his hands, and spread the sunscreen all over Summer’s back and shoulders.

After doing a thorough job on her back, he slid his hands lower, along the sides of her body.

“Oh,” she gasped when he touched the sides of her boobs.

“Is there a problem?”

“No.”

With permission granted, he swiped his hands across the sides of her soft breasts again. He slid down, straddled her thighs, and he put the sunscreen on her lower back.

“Shall I do your legs?”

“Sure.”

Hunter knelt beside her. Sawyer and Willa walked past them. Willa blushed and said, “Hi.” Sawyer winked at them and said, “Bye.”

They were alone on the beach. Hunter went to work. He didn’t just apply the sunscreen, he moved his hands slowly, sensually, and caressed her legs.

She got nervous, giggled, and squealed, “You’re giving me goosebumps!”

“My body’s having an involuntary reaction too.”

“Ha. Ha,” she said as she looked over her shoulder and gave him a chagrined smile. She also glanced at his suit and saw the evidence of an erection.

He shrugged his shoulder and slid his hands further up her leg. She maintained eye contact as his hands slowly moved past her knees. Hunter didn’t know if she was daring him to touch her sex or monitoring him. He stared back and kept going and going. He directed his hands to the inside of her thighs. Her eyes widened. At the last second, he veered away from her pussy and touched her suit-covered ass.

“There. All done,” he said, and he laid beside her on his stomach.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Her blue eyes flicked back and forth, looking in one eye and then the other. He opened his green eyes wide to facilitate her inspection.

Her frantic eye movement stopped, she appeared calm, and Hunter brought his lips to hers and kissed her.

She stared at him with a startled look on her face and didn’t participate. When the kiss ended, she asked, “Why did you do that?”

“Why does anyone kiss anyone? I like you. I think you like me. Am I wrong?”

“No.”

He leaned in and kissed her again. She closed her eyes this time, sighed, and kissed him back. They kissed again.

“Roll over,” he said.

“Why?”

“So we can kiss properly.”

She laid on her back. He got up on his outside elbow, lay partially on her, and kissed her passionately. He grunted, and she groaned as they made out. Her arms were above her head. Her hands gripped and pulled on the towel.

After many enjoyable minutes of kissing, Hunter brought his free hand to her breasts. He gently squeezed and fondled them. Her reaction was to rock her hips, so her clit rubbed against his thigh.

Eventually, his mouth found its way to her breasts. He took turns sucking on them as she cooed, breathed heavily, and grasped his head, pulling it to her chest. He lavished his attention on her wonderful, round tits.

He pulled off and said, “Let’s go.”

“What? Why? Where?”

“All your friends have snuck off into the woods to have sex. Let’s join them.”

She blanched.

“I don’t mean ‘join them and have an orgy’. I mean let’s follow their example, sneak off into the woods, find a secluded spot, and make love.”

She chuckled and said. “When you put it like that, how can I refuse?”

They stood. She grasped his hand and led the way. They had barely entered the woods before seeing Sawyer and Willa naked. They were sitting on a fallen tree. She was stroking his smallish cock, and he was manhandling one giant tit while sucking on the other. Willa saw them, her face turned red, and she smiled weakly.

Further in, they came across Peter and Penny. She was sprawled out on the ground screaming, “Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes. There. Right there!” Peter had his head in between her legs and he was eating her out. Her large breasts were puddled on her chest.

They crossed a small creek, walked around a large tree, and found their other friends naked and doing the deed. Mike was standing and thumping his girlfriend from behind. Mia was leaning over with her legs spread wide and her hands on a rotting stump. They looked up and smiled at them. They didn’t pause or miss a beat.

Hunter and Summer waved and walked on. When they were out of earshot, Summer said, “Wow! You were right. They all came into the woods to have sex. They’re one horny bunch!”

Hunter stopped her, took her in his arms, and kissed her while caressing her shapely ass. She melted in his arms. He nibbled on her neck and ear. He led her to a bed of moss, and they laid together and made out.

He was gentle and gave her pleasure. She moaned and felt her pussy become warm and wet.

He got on his knees and tugged on her swimsuit bottom. She understood his intention. She sat up, put her hands on the ground behind her, and lifted her butt. He removed her suit and saw that her pubic hair was as thick and blond as the hair on her head. Her pussy was completely hidden.

He stood and stripped. His big, heavy erection fell forward, directly in front of her face, and captured her attention. She said, “I don’t suck cock.”

“That’s okay,” he said softly. He knelt, guided her to her back, spread her legs, and dove between her thighs.

“OH!” she cried.

Hunter was a master pussy eater. He brought her to the brink of an orgasm twice. The first time he suspected she was on the brink, he stopped sucking in her clit and kissed her. She allowed him to put his pussy-flavored lips on her lips. She allowed him to put the tongue that had been in her vagina in her mouth. She tasted her tangy essence.

He slid down her body and again performed oral sex on her hairy pussy. Again, he pulled off when she was about to climax

“Argh! I was about to come. Why did you stop?”

Hunter lay on his back and held up his dick. “Mount me. Take your pleasure.”

She swiftly straddled him and impaled herself on his large, hard cock.

“Oh! Dear God! That feels good!” she exclaimed as she forced his penis into her.

“Oh. You’re so warm. So wet. So tight,” he cried.

They were motionless for a few seconds as they enjoyed the joining of their bodies. Then she rode him, and he thrust into her. He kissed her lips, groped her breasts, and tugged on her thick, blunt-tipped nipples.

The rough nipple play generated scowls and cries of ‘oww’, but never a request to stop doing it. He thought the reason she didn’t tell him to stop was because of the ‘pain is pleasure’ principle, and that his actions caused the release of serotonin into her brain.

She rode him and varied her technique. At first, she thumped down on him. Sometimes she moved her hips in a circle, and at other times, she unabashedly ground her clit on his pubic bone.

Her breathing became loud, her face and some skin high on her chest turned a blotchy red color. She howled, “Oh. Oh! Oh! Ohhh!”.

Her body froze as she orgasmed. Except for her pussy; it pulsated and clamped his penis. Hunter smiled, thrust rapidly, and claimed his release.

“Oh!!!” he called out as he spewed his life force into her vagina.

She collapsed. He caught her and hugged her tightly.

The world was still for these two. After she recovered, Summer gave him a shy smile. He teased her and asked, “Was it good for you?”

She playfully punched him and said, “You bastard! You know it was.”

“Good. I believe in mutual respect, mutual pleasure, and mutual consent. Some guys jam their cocks into women without their permission. I don’t take advantage of women because I’m a man or I’m bigger and stronger.

“Having you put my dick in your pussy, is me respecting you and giving you control. You decided we should fuck, and, by the way, it was great!”

They went back to the beach. Everyone was there. The woman huddled together, giggled, blushed, and talked about what had happened.

Willa said, “Summer, you and Hunter went into the woods. Did you have sex?”

“Yes.” she beamed.

“Great sex?” Mia asked.

Summer smiled bigger and said, “Yes!”

The other women tittered and congratulated her. Penelope confessed, “I sucked Peter’s cock.” The others stopped talking and looked at her. Penelope explained, “I felt I had to….”

“A woman never has to perform fellatio,” Summer said.

“I didn’t mean that I had to because Peter forced me or he expected me to service him. I had to because he performed oral sex on me for a hell of a long time and gave me a glorious orgasm. I felt I owed him, and I know he loves BJ’s, and honestly, I like giving them. I love it when he moans. I feel sexy and powerful, knowing that I’m making him cry out.

“Summer, I didn’t feel demeaned or taken advantage of. It was a gift. A reciprocal gift. He gave me oral sex, and I gave him oral sex. How can that be wrong?”

“I gave Mike a blowjob,” Mia confessed. “I love him, and he loves me. He ate my pussy. It only seemed fair. How can anything we freely do to pleasure each other be wrong?”

“I see your point,” Summer said. “Sucking cock or doing pretty much anything isn’t bad per se. It depends on the circumstances and intent. If a guy forces you to have sex, to cook his dinner, or do anything, that’s wrong and bad, but if it’s done in a situation of mutual love and respect, then I guess it’s okay.”

“I agree,” Willa said. “And because I like dirty, nasty sex. Sometimes, I’m submissive. Sometimes, I’m the boss. Sometimes I like a cock in my mouth. Other days I want one in my ass. Your ‘feminist don’t do stuff ‘ ideology is boring, and deprives me of the ability to decide what’s right for me. In my book, if a girl wants to do it, it’s okay. We should have the power to make our own choices.”

“Amen, sister,” Penelope said.

“You’re right,” Summer said. “The new rule is if you want to, give your guy a blowjob.”

^^^At the same time^^^

The guys gathered around the cooler, bragged about their prowess and exploits, and drank beer.

Sawyer said, “So you banged Summer?”

“She and I had sex.”

“Did she suck your cock?” Peter asked. “Penelope sucked mine.”

Mike said, “I ate Mia, and she blew me.”

“Good for you guys,” Hunter said. “The wall is cracking. We got them to go topless. I didn’t get a blowjob, but I laid the groundwork, and I’m confident I will get one.”

^^^

Dinner was another beer-guzzling, meat-fest for Peter and Sawyer. The others supplement their meal with some of Hunter’s vegan chili and the fresh corn on the cob he had cooked in the husk over the fire.

The women had remained topless all day. Even for Sawyer, the novelty wore off. After sitting around the fire talking and drinking, the established couples went into their tents and had sex.

Hunter and Summer heard Sawyer moan loudly and say, “Thank you, baby. I’ve missed your blowjobs.”

Hunter raised his eyebrows, gave Summer an impish grin as he said, “Your friends are an enthusiastic crowd. How about we go to the lake to get away from these sounds?”

“Good idea.”

They walked in the moonlight to the shore. Crickets and cicadas serenaded them.

When they got to the lake, Hunter said, “It’s a beautiful evening. Still warm.” He kicked off his shoes and pulled his tee-shirt over his head.

“What are you doing?” Summer asked/

“Is there anything better than skinny-dipping?” He shucked off his shorts and underwear and stood naked with a healthy-sized, flaccid penis in front of her and said, “Join me.”

“I’ve never done that! How can you so casually take off your clothes?”

He laughed. “Isn’t nature wonderful and something to be enjoyed?”

He entered the water. When he was neck-deep he turned to her, sighed, and said, “Ahh. The water’s great. Why don’t you come in? You’re not hung up on the bourgeois notion that nudity is bad or a sin, are you? What could be finer than being in our natural state in the great outdoors?”

She didn’t move and appeared conflicted.

“What’s the point of having values if we don’t live them? You say you’re a feminist, yet you’re ashamed of your body. Where’s that confident, powerful, I-can-change-the-world woman I met Friday night?”

She stepped out of her sandals and asked, “The water’s warm?”

“The water’s wonderful!” he responded and swam about.

Summer undressed quickly/ While his back was to her and she entered the lake. She did the breaststroke, giggled, and said, “I’ve never gone skinny dipping before.”

“Congratulations! Sometimes we get so bogged down with school, work, and our causes that we forget to live. Carpe diem!”

They played in the water, splashing each other, swimming, and chasing one another. There were incidents of accidental contact. Hunter touched her breasts and butt, and Summer felt his very thick, very firm erection brush against her body.

They left the lake. Hunter grabbed his tee-shirt, wiped his face, and handed it to Summer. “Use this to dry off.”

“Thanks.” She dried her face and body while Hunter looked her over. Her breasts weren’t huge, but they were a nice, round shape. She had a full blond bush and tan lines.

She used this time to peek at him. He was tall, lanky, with broad shoulders, a cute butt, and a long, stiff dick. She giggled, pointed at his cock, and asked, “Are you going to be able to put your shorts on?”

He looked down as if he was just noticing he had an erection, laughed at her joke, and said, “You’re right that could be a problem, but since I sleep in the nude and it’s time to go to bed, why bother getting dressed?”

“You’re going back to camp naked!”

“Your friends have been drinking and having sex. They’re probably asleep. If the women aren’t, I doubt if my dick will shock them. I’m sure they’ve had a close-up encounter with one before.”

Summer knelt in front of him and said, “Maybe I can be of assistance.”

She grasped his dick, put the tip inside her mouth, and licked it with her tongue while looking up into his eyes. He smiled and said, “I’d like that, but I don’t want you to abandon your feminist ideals.”

She sucked on his cock and bobbed up and down on it. She pulled it out, making a popping sound, and said, “My idea of what a feminist is, is evolving. I won’t wear a bra just because society expects me to. This morning while we were doing the bird survey, it was great, really comfortable not having the damn thing on, and I felt confident and empowered.”

She put his dick back in her mouth and sucked for a few minutes. She pulled it out and continued her soliloquy as if it was uninterrupted. “When my friends and I freed our nipples, that too was an empowering moment. I felt we were making a statement about equality.”

She wrapped her lips around his penis, bobbed, and stroked his shaft. He could see the smile on her face when her big, blues eyes looked up at him.

Again, after a few minutes, she stopped and spoke. “My girls and I discussed sucking cock. I admit my first thought was it was a demeaning act. Look at us. You’re standing, and I’m kneeling at your feet. I have your genitalia in my mouth. I’m servicing you, and you are doing nothing to pleasure me.”

She opened her mouth wide and pounced on his dick. She sucked hard and fast. She took him as deep as she could into her mouth again and again.

Tears ran down her cheek. She gagged as she forced herself to swallowed his cock. Some went into her throat.

“Oh, fuck! Ohhh!” Hunter cried out and shot a large load of cum into her esophagus. She calmly pulled his dick out. She continued stroking his cock and jerked him off as he ejaculated on her face.

Oh! Oh!” he groaned.

When he was finished, she let go of his shrinking, spent cock, and sat back on her heels. She opened her mouth and showed him the sperm she had caught. She closed her mouth, swallowed, and showed him an empty mouth.

“Damn!” he exclaimed.

Summer spoke as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. As if her face wasn’t covered with globs of his cum.

“As I was saying, I have talked with Mia, Penelope, and Willa about sucking dicks and other aspects of sex. We all agreed that giving a guy a blowjob isn’t necessarily bad or demeaning. It depends on the context. Are you doing it because you have to or do you enjoy giving head? Is he a good guy? Does he reciprocate and give you oral sex? Do you have a relationship that is built on mutual respect, admiration, and affection or love?

“Sex is fun. It can, and some say the best kind is, hot, dirty, and nasty. I don’t see a problem with sex: oral, anal, or involving bondage. As long as it is between two equal, consenting adults. Do you agree?”

“Yes. That was fantastic. I didn’t expect a blowjob, to be deepthroated, for you to swallow, or turn it into a facial. I think I’m in love!”

Summer stood and kissed him. She shoved her tongue into his mouth so he’d taste his sperm. “Eww!” he cried out and pulled away.

“Oh,” she said innocently. “I thought reciprocity was the basis of our relationship. You made me taste my pussy juice. I was letting you taste your spunk.”

“Ugh! That was gross.” He wiped his face and said, “I’m sorry. I thought it would be hot giving you that messy kiss. Was it this horrible?”

“Naw. I’m just messing with you. I didn’t mind the kiss. It’s kind of like when you pull and pinch my nipples. If you do it now, I’ll scream and slap you, but if you do it with I’m all worked up, I enjoy it. And, for the record, I have a great tasting pussy.”

“I’ll respect you, and I’ll be a considerate, sensitive lover. Can I go on the record that I don’t ever want to taste my sperm again?”

“Okay.” She laughed.

They washed and walked back to camp naked.

The whole gang was outside and saw them. They calmly stood and chatted, telling their friends about their skinny dipping adventure. Their demeanor was one of confidence. There was no hint of being ashamed of their bodies.

Summer grabbed Hunter’s hand and led him to her tent where they had sex. It was wild, exciting, orgasmic sex. That is, once Hunter ate her to a mind-blowing orgasm.

^^^Sunday^^^

The gang slept in. When they woke, they had a communal meal of pancakes or sausage. It was a cool morning, The women wore shirts, but not bras. They discussed what they were going to do and they agreed to spend the morning at the beach, have lunch, break camp, and go home.

After breakfast, the men got together. “Son of a bitch!” Sawyer said good-naturedly as he slapped Hunter on the back. “I didn’t think you could do it. Willa blew me last night. BJ’s are back in fashion. Thanks.”

“Yes. Thanks,” Mike said. “Mia has no qualms about sucking my dick. Honestly, we’ve never felt closer.”

“Has Summer sucked your meat popsicle?” Peter asked and snickered.

“Yes, and she let me give her a facial,” Hunter said. “My goal was to restore the natural order. I turned your ‘Ewe. I-can’t-do-that girlfriends’ into cock-sucking feminists. There’s one more thing I want to do. I want to reinforce that we’re in charge, and they should do whatever we want, whenever we want.”

“I like the sounds of that,” Sawyer said. “What do I have to do?”

“When we get to the beach, go swimming. After splashing around in the water, join your girl on the towel, make out with her, and…”

^^^at the same time^^^

While the men were talking, so were the women. All the women agreed it had been a great weekend and that they were closer than ever to their partner.

“What about you, Summer?” Penelope asked. “Will you and Hunter be dating.”

“I hope so.”

“Summer, I couldn’t help but notice you have the world’s biggest bush. How about leaving the 1970s and updating your look. I’m not saying you need to shave like Mia and me. You could trim it as Willa does.”

Summer appeared startled.

“Sweetheart, is it a feminist statement?” Willa asked.

“It was,” Summer confessed. “My thinking was that the men I’ve dated don’t do anything, and it’s a jungle down there, so why should I bother?”

“But you shave your armpits and legs,” Mia said.

“Yes. It’d be gross not to shave my pits, and I love the smooth feel of shaved legs. I admit I’m not consistent. I’m open to doing something. Hunter manscapes.”

Summer borrowed some instruments and got rid of her thick bush. Completely.

^^^back to the present^^^

Everyone was ready to go to the beach. Mia, Summer, and Penelope were topless. Sawyer frowned when he saw that Willa had her bikini top on. She explained, “Don’t worry, Sawyer. I’ll take my top off when we get to the beach. I need the support a bra gives me for the journey.”

True to her word, Willa shouted, “Free the nipple!” and she removed her top when she was at the lake. Everyone laughed, cheered, and checked out her melons. The women spread out the beach towels, and then, it was off into the water.

They laughed and played in the water. Boobs, dicks, and asses were grabbed. It was done as good-hearted fun, and how could you complain when you were guilty of the same offense?

No one got upset. Not even Summer when Sawyer groped her boobs and pressed his erection against the butt. She grabbed his hard cock and laughed because his member was so short. It was only four to five inches long, and it didn’t have an impressive girth. She felt sorry for him and Willa. She wondered if that was why he sometimes behaved like an obnoxious jerk.

The guys began tossing the football. The women went to the beach and lay in the sun. A bit later, Hunter approached Summer and asked, “Can I share your towel?”

“Sure.”

He lay down beside her and stretched out. She said, “You’ve got a pretty good tan.”

“Yes. Most nudists do.”

She raised up on one elbow to look him in the face and asked, “You’re a nudist?”

“Yes. Third generation. My bra-burning grandmother embraced nudism because of its positive attitude toward the human body. She knew so many women who were ashamed of their imperfect bodies. They’d bought into society’s notion that women should be tall and have a 36-24-36 hourglass figure.

“She was distraught over how these unreal standards that the vast majority of women can’t meet, negatively impact women. How they destroy women’s self-confidence, make them hate their bodies, and ruin their chance of being happy.

“My grandma became a nudist. She raised her two daughters in the lifestyle and my mother raised me, and my three sisters that way.” Hunter lied with ease. He had a full-body tan but not a family heritage of nudism.

“Wow.”

“Would you mind putting sunscreen on my back? I’ll do yours,” he offered.

“Okay.”

He rolled over on his stomach, and she spread lotion across his fit, impressive body. She smiled as she kneaded his muscles and coated his body. When she got to his waist, she pulled down his swimsuit, stole a peek of his tanned butt, and said, “Damn! You have an all-body tan. I didn’t notice last night in the moonlight.”

They switched places. Hunter straddled her waist and spread lotion all over her back and shoulders.

“Oh,” she gasped when he touched the side of her boobs.

“Is there a problem?”

“No. The lotion is cool. It surprised me.”

He swiped his hands across her breasts again. He slid down, straddled her thighs, and he put the sunscreen on her waist. He lifted her suit and peered at her bottom. As he did so, he commented, “Nice butt! It’s very pale. It could use some sun.”

“Maybe another day.”

“Shall I do your legs?”

“Yes. In for a penny. In for a pound.”

“I agree,” he said. “A job worth doing is worth doing well.”

Hunter knelt beside her legs and put sunscreen on his hands, and caressed her legs.

She giggled and squealed, “You’re giving me goosebumps!”

“My body’s having an involuntary reaction too.” He pressed his hard dick against her soft thigh.

“Ha. Ha,” she said as she looked over her shoulder and gave him a chagrined smile. She added, “Do you ever have feelings of deja vu?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “Is that where you think that you’ve experienced something that happened before?”

“Yes.” Summer laughed. “I feel we’ve had this conversation before, and you’ve copped a feel of my boobs the last time you put sunscreen on me.”

“Really? Huh.”

He slid his hands up her leg. She maintained eye contact as his hands slowly moved up her thighs. Hunter stared back. His hands moved in between her legs and this time, they bumped into the crotch of her bathing suit.

“Oh,” she groaned and flinched.

He slipped his fingers under her suit and touched her pussy.

“OH!,” she gasped louder.

He boldly pulled her suit to the side, exposing her sex. He used both hands to explore her pussy and rub her clit. He slipped a finger inside her vagina.

“Oh!” she moaned. Hunter smiled and left his finger inside her as he shuffled forward on his knees so he could kiss her. Summer broke the kiss off quickly and whispered, “What are you doing? We’re in the middle of my friends.”

They shared a passionate kiss with dueling tongues. She rolled onto her back, causing his hand to come out of her. She said breathily, “Let’s go somewhere private so we can do more.”

Hunter chuckled, placed his hand on her left tit, and said, “Your friends don’t have the same qualms. They’re all naked and having sex.”

Summer sat up and looked around. Sure enough, the others were undressed and having sex just feet away from each other.

Mia had her eyes closed and her mouth open as she sat upright and rode Mike. Her pale, white breasts were small bumps on her chest. Her nipples had pink peaks nearly an inch long, and she moaned softly.

Penny’s loud moaning caused Summer to look in her direction. She blanched when she saw Peter on his hands and knees, eating Penny’s pussy. The reason she found this unsetting wasn’t because he had his head buried in her friend’s crotch. The problem was his backside faced her. Summer was distressed and disgusted upon seeing his hairy butt and asshole.

Next, Summer saw Sawyer banging Willa doggy style. He was slamming his dick into her. Willa shoved her ass back to receive his cock. Her huge breasts swung freely and quaked mightily. Both of them were making low, guttural sounds.

“It’s quite a sight, eh?” Hunter asked. “A porn video come to life. Very erotic. Why should we leave? Everyone will know we are having sex and they’ve already seen us naked. Let’s enjoy the show and put on a show as two autonomous, consenting adults “

“I don’t know.” She raised a hand to cover her boobs.

Hunter placed his hand on her wrist and gently pulled it away. He said, “You’ve no reason to cover them. You’ve got great breasts. Where is the confident feminist I’ve come to love? The one brave enough to go braless, to ‘Free the Nipple’, and to suck a man’s cock because she wants to.

“Take a deep breath and think. Will having sex in front of our friends hurt anyone? Disrespect anyone? Only a very confident woman who is not ashamed of her body and who doesn’t allow society to define or repress her sexuality could do it. And it’ll be fun!”

She studied his face and looked deep into his eyes. Reassured, she said, “Yes. There’s nothing wrong with a man and a woman having fun and living by their own rules.”

Hunter grabbed the lower half of her bikini and pulled them off. She withdrew her legs out, spread her thighs, and Hunter saw her pussy.

“You’ve shaved! You look good enough to eat.” He took off his trunk and showed her his rock-hard cock surrounded by neat, trimmed blond curls.

He climbed on top of her and kissed her lips. Things progressed: She squeezed his dick, and he fondled her boobs. When he sucked on her nipples, she did nothing but lay there and concentrate on the sensations she was experiencing.

When he went down on her, she cried out loudly, “OH!”, drawing a look and a smile from everyone.

Hunter ate her to a beautiful climax. Her orgasmic cry was echoed by Sawyer and Willa and Mike and Mia. who climaxed soon after her.

Hunter let Summer rest and recover. He smiled when she opened her eyes, got on top of her, and drove his big cock inside her sopping wet pussy.

“Oh!” they both groaned.

Hunter was gentle with her. As he slowly stroked in and out of her, they heard Peter and Penny cry out. They had came after a short, frantic fuck because watching their friends have sex had amped them up so much.

The three couples sat and watched Summer and Hunter unhurriedly have sex in the missionary positions, and transitioned to girl-on-top.

Sawyer moved and brought Willa with him so they could see Hunter’s dick sliding in and out of Summer’s vagina.

They changed positions again. Hunter spooned Summer. He made sure she faced Mia, Mike, Peter, and Penny. Sawyer and Willa repositioned themselves to get a good view.

As Hunter fucked Summer, he fingered her pussy and played with her breasts. He tugged on her stiff nipples all under the watchful eyes of her former classmates.

Summer moaned every time he touched her. Sometimes she closed her eyes and savored what his cock and fingers were doing to her. Sometimes she studied the expressions on her friends’ faces and took pride in the looks of lust and amazement she saw.

“Take me doggy-style. I’m ready to come,” Summer said. She giggled and whispered, “It’ll also make for a dramatic ending.”

They got into position, giving their audience a side view. Hunter slid his thick dick inside her vagina. Summer turned to him and said in a hushed voice, “Let’s give ’em a show. Pound me!”

He hammered her with quick, deep, forcefully thrusts. She sighed, breathed loudly, and cried out shrilly. Her boobs stretched toward the ground and shook like crazy until the moment she froze. Her vagina clamped down on Hunter’s penis as she orgasmed. He pulled out and stroked his dick as he grunted and shot his load on her ass and back.

The crowd cheered and clapped. The other couples went into the lake to wash while the orgasmic couple rested and recovered.

Summer said, “I can’t believe I did that! I’ve never had sex in public or with an audience.”

“It was hot,” Hunter said. He kissed her, looked her in the eyes, and said sincerely, “Wow! That was great. You were great!”

“Thanks. Ditto. Having sex while people watch is intense.”

She stood, extended him a hand, and said, “Let’s wash in the lake. I’ve got a sticky mess on my butt and back.”

“I hope you don’t mind. I thought it would be dramatic.”

“I don’t. It was.”

They washed and walked naked to the camp letting the sun dry them. The other women were on her in a flash, peppering her with questions: Do you like him? Are you a couple? Was it as good as it looked? What was it like having his big cock in you? Do you think you’ll have sex again?

The women talked, giggled, gasped, and laughed with Summer.

The guys huddled around Hunter. They expressed admiration for everything he’d done.

Peter said, “It’s great that we’re getting blowjobs again. I never expected Penelope to go topless or get naked and have sex in public. And it was great seeing the other women naked. Summer had a better body than I gave her credit for.”

“Yes. She’s hot and really got into it. She looks like a great fuck,” Mike said. “Mia got into it. They all got into it. It’s been a magical weekend.”

Sawyer laughed and said, “Yes. It was perfect. The girls are sucking our dicks again, and Summer can’t act all high and mighty now that we’ve seen her naked and seen her fucking.”

“Hunter, are you going to date Summer?” Mike asked.

“I will for all of your sakes,” he lied.

“Now that I have turned a bitchy, know-it-all feminist into a cock-sucking fiend, she is girlfriend material. Actually, I’ll have to let her be my girlfriend. Otherwise, she might backtrack.

“If she regressed and returned to her previous form, she’s likely to convince your girlfriends that nudity, blowjobs, and having sex in public are bad things. I can’t let that happen to you.”

It took all of Hunter’s strength to keep a straight face as he shoveled the bullshit knee-deep. The guys bought his story, laughed, and slapped him on the back.

The gang packed their gear and returned to the town, where everyone said goodbye and headed home.

Hunter and Summer were the last to leave. He helped her put her stuff in her car and said, “I had a great time.”

“Me too.”

“I want to see you again.”

She twirled a finger in her hair and said casually, “I’ll be around.”

“You’re not going to make this easy, are you?”

“What do you mean?” she answered, pretending to be surprised by his question.

“Summer, I like you. I want to date you and only you. Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Why?”

“You’re smart, pretty, and you care about others. So many girls are shallow and only want to be a star on YouTube or TikTok famous for their dance moves or how they apply mascara.

“You care about important things. You really care. You aren’t some phony spouting off talking points to sound cool and hip.”

She threw her arms around Hunter, kissed him, and said, “Yes! All you had to do was ask!” She kissed him again and hugged him tightly.

When she released him, she said, “I have some conditions.”

“Oh, you do? My undying love isn’t enough?” he teased her.

“You support me and my causes by attending rallies and protests.” He nodded, and she said, “I have dinner every Sunday with my family. You have to come with me.”

“I’ll go twice a month.”

“Okay. When I’m with my family, I’ll wear a bra, and you can’t give me any shit about it.”

“Okay,” Hunter said. “If when you sleep at my place, you’re naked.”

“Deal. And I get to meet your family.”

“Ah. Ah,” he stammered and said, “Agreed.” He frowned and confessed, “I was exactly truthful about my family. I have a mother and three sisters. They aren’t nudists, and my grandmother wasn’t an organizer for the protest against the Miss America contest.”

“Are you telling me you lied to me?” She raised her eyebrows, gasped, and looked offended.

Hunter spoke quickly. “They lied to me! The guys told me you were a man-hating, anti-fun, meddling bitch, who supported every crazy cause on the planet. I learned that you were a thoughtful, intelligent woman willing to question her beliefs and changed them when presented with sound evidence.”

“Now you know better than to believe everything pencil-dick Sawyer says. I forgive you.”

She laughed and said, “I know a bull-shitter when I hear one. Around here, we say don’t let the truth get in the way of a good story. I can accept that came after me, and you exaggerate sometimes.”

She raised her hand and pointed her index finger at him, and said, “Don’t lie about important things such as liking me and being faithful to me.”

“I promise.”

Summer rewarded him with a smile. It morphed into a playful, flirtatious smile, and she said, “Want to come to my place and have sex?”

“Will you suck my dick?” he teased.

“Always.”

The End