The Haircut Ch. 02

This is the second chapter of The Haircut. This picks up where the story left off in the first chapter. This will be much easier to follow if you've already read the first chapter.

This story is a work of fiction. The story mentions or implies some real places and institutions. They are used fictitiously here. To the author's knowledge, no real person affiliated with any of those places or institutions has done anything akin to what is described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.

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Back from the Arizona trip, Molly Havika told Vickie she wanted to talk with us. The weather was still nice, so we met her one afternoon on the shore of the lake that bordered part of the campus. Molly had told Vickie she wanted to talk "privately," and it seemed unlikely we'd be overheard on the lake front.

I think I already mentioned that Molly was a beautiful young woman, and she looked very beautiful that afternoon.

"I wanted to talk to you," she said, "because, that night at the pool in Arizona, you said you went nude as often as you could. I was raised a nudist. Going nude is important to me. I haven't met anyone else who is into social nudity since I've been here, but that isn't really a question you ask people. I'd love to have people to go nude with."

I thought this was risky ground since Molly was a student athlete and Vickie and I were both Athletic Department staff. However, Vickie started talking about it. Vickie knew Molly better than I did. If Vickie trusted her, I supposed I could too.

"I was also raised a nudist," Vickie said. "Mom and Dad sort of missed their era. I think they really wanted to be 1960s hippies. Dad had a very responsible job as an aeronautical engineer, and Mom wrote a food column for the paper. Dad took early retirement, and they bought a place out in the woods about an hour east of here. They almost never wear anything at home anymore."

What Vickie said about her parents, two charming people, was true. Vickie had taken me to meet them about a month after our first night together. I vividly remember driving up the gravel track to their house and seeing Gail and Fred standing on the porch waiting to greet us. Gail and Fred were both nude, save for sandals. Vickie had gotten out of the car and whipped her sundress over her head. Of course, she had worn nothing underneath. Naked, Vickie gave each of her parents a tight hug.

I had followed Vickie onto the porch, still dressed. After Vickie had hugged her parents, the three Traughers stood, naked, looking at me. After an awkward moment, Vickie said, "Come on Will, get those clothes off." I never expected to be stripping naked in front of my new girlfriend's parents the first time I met them. Of course, I didn't expect her parents to be naked the first time I met them either. I took my clothes off.

Once my boxers hit the floor, Gail Traugher stepped to me and gave me a hug. Gail wasn't as exquisitely beautiful as her daughter, but she was a very handsome woman. The hug was nice. When she let go of me, Fred stepped forward with his right hand extended. He and I shook hands.

"Vickie has been talking about you constantly for a month or so," Gail said. "This was a bit of a test," she continued. "This is the first time Fred and I have gone nude for our initial meeting with one of Vickie's boyfriends."

"And Will is the first boyfriend I've asked to undress to meet you," Vickie added.

"You did well for an experience you obviously were not expecting," Fred said. "You can put your clothes back on."

"If it is ok with you," I replied, "I'd prefer to stay nude."

Vickie, Gail, and Fred all smiled. "You passed the second test," Gail said. "We wouldn't want Vickie to be seriously involved with someone who doesn't like to be naked." I had figured that Vickie's parents would like me better if I stayed nude. Vickie and I arrived on Saturday morning and stayed at her parents' house until early Sunday evening Sunday. All four of us were nude the entire time. It was very pleasant, and I liked Gail and Fred.

Vickie told Molly the story about me meeting Vickie's parents. Vickie also told Molly about our summer trips to the beach on the Columbia River and the beach in British Columbia. Vickie just told Molly we went "with friends." Since Chandra was one of Molly's coaches, we left it up to her whether to tell Molly that she regularly goes nude with us.

Molly told us that she was the youngest, by several years, of three children. Her father was Hawaiian. Her mother, of north European ancestry, was from Indiana. Her parents had met when they were both in the Army stationed in Germany. Curious, they tried FKK sites over there and became committed nudists. They had left the Army and moved to Hawai'i before Molly was born. She and her older siblings had been raised as nudists. "Mom and Dad bought a place on the Big Island a few years ago," she said. "It is somewhat isolated, so my parents don't wear clothes at home, and I don't either when I'm there. There are beaches few people go to that I and some friends use for sunning, swimming, and playing volleyball nude whenever I'm home."

The three of us walked along the lakefront. The conversation moved from nudism specifically to our backgrounds more generally. Molly was articulate and seemed bright. I did get the sense that she didn't know what she wanted to do long term. We also learned that Molly had a boyfriend, a swimmer named Reilly Clark. "It is difficult," Molly said, "because I'm tied up with volleyball all fall and swimming starts as we're finishing our season. He and I don't see each other as much as we want to except in spring."

"Does Reilly know you are a nudist?" Vickie asked.

"Oh sure," Molly replied.

"He's ok with that?" I asked.

"He seems to be," Molly said. "I really haven't had the opportunity to get him naked with other people." Molly giggled. "He doesn't have any problem getting naked with me." I thought Reilly would have to be crazy if he hesitated for a second about getting naked with Molly.

Vickie asked Molly, "do you know about the Head and Body Salon?"

"No," Molly answered, "but I don't spend a lot of time or money on my hair."

"What's nice about Head and Body," Vickie said, "is they also trim, or style if you want, pubic hair; and it's coed. That's where I first met Will."

"I went in there unknowingly when I came up here for my job interview," I added quickly. "Vickie happened to walk in."

Molly smiled. "So, the very first time you met, you were both naked?"

"From the waist down," Vickie answered.

"That's great!" Molly exclaimed. "I can understand why you hooked up. You both look great naked."

"Would you like to go there sometime?" Vickie asked.

"I'd love to," Molly said. Then, she said, "Shit. Between class, practice, and games, I don't have any time."

"Remind me when the season is over and we'll go then," Vickie said.

"Ok," Molly said, "but Will has to come too."

"He will," Vickie replied.

It was probably questionable judgment, but Vickie and I became good friends with Molly. We also met Reilly, who seemed to be a good guy. My impression was that he was desperately in love with Molly. That was understandable. She was a beautiful young woman with a great personality. However, I also got the impression that Reilly thought himself smarter and more capable than Molly. I hoped my impression was wrong.

We had four more volleyball road trips that season. Vickie, Chandra, and I shared a hotel room on each trip. After Arizona, the team played at Colorado. Following the match, which we won, Vickie and I had dinner and drinks with the coaching staff. Everyone in the traveling party knew Vickie and I were a couple. For appearances' sake, I left the bar first. Vickie had slipped me her room keycard. When I left the bar, Vickie and I kissed and she whispered softly, "you better be naked when I get to the room."

I was, of course, completely undressed when Vickie and Chandra got back to the room. As Vickie took her clothes off, Chandra said, in mock resignation, "I guess I'll just have to watch you two go at it again."

Nude, Vickie rummaged around in her large, checked bag of training supplies. She extracted a box, handed it to Chandra, and said "we bought you this so you'd have something to do." Chandra opened the box and pulled out a vibrator. "Batteries are in it," Vickie said. Vickie and I watched as Chandra undressed. She sat in a chair in a corner of the room, draped a leg over each arm of the chair, and began teasing herself. Vickie and I turned our attention to each other. Later, Vickie and I were both on the verge of orgasms when we heard Chandra's loud moan. It sounded so erotic; it was the last stimulus we needed. Vickie began bucking her hips very hard and doing her "oh.. oh." I'd learned to time myself, so I usually came near the time of Vickie's long "OOOOOH!" It worked that night.

When our breathing slowed a bit, I pulled out of Vickie and rolled off. We both looked at Chandra, who was still sitting spread out in the chair. She had a big smile on her face. "This thing," she said, holding the vibrator in her right hand, "is fucking wonderful!"

"Should Leon be jealous?" I asked jokingly.

"Damn straight!" Chandra responded with a laugh.

Vickie and I got off the bed. Chandra got out of the chair. The three of us hugged, naked, in the center of the room. Friends who orgasm in front of you are particularly good friends.

We didn't have any more nude experiences with the team after Arizona. Vickie, Chandra, and I did about the same thing in the room every road trip. Leon knew and was fine with it. Vickie and I usually had lunch with Molly or Molly and Reilly at least once a week. Unfortunately, the volleyball season ended with a loss in the conference semi-finals, and the team missed being invited to the national tournament.

The sad ending to the best (and only) volleyball season I'd experienced was convenient for Vickie and the training staff. Vickie was also primary trainer for women's basketball and that freed her to join the basketball team earlier. I wasn't assigned to any specific team in the winter. Basketball played a lot of away games. Vickie and I were apart more than I liked, but she loved her job. Molly Havika felt a little abandoned too since Reilly was in swim season. Molly and I had dinner together the couple of times both teams were out of town on the same weekend. Nothing sexual happened. In fact, we kept our clothes on to guard against that. I did develop a deeper appreciation of Molly. Physical beauty aside, she was a very likeable personality. I did make sure that Vickie knew in advance that Molly and I were getting together.

Roles were reversed in the spring. Since Vickie had been a traveling trainer fall and winter seasons, she was not assigned to travel with a team in spring. I was assigned to travel with the men's track team. Fortunately, track didn't travel that much although we hosted a large meet that took a lot of my time. We also had four athletes reach the NCAAs. That was deemed sufficient to justify sending me along to Baton Rouge for the national championships. I met a lot of people, but I missed Vickie.

I got back from the track championships just in time to get fresh clothes and fly to LA with Vickie for Chandra and Leon's wedding. It was a traditional wedding, but they both had large extended families who were a lot of fun. It also got Vickie and me thinking.

Things slowed down for us in late June and July. I was dreading it, but I took Vickie to Ohio to meet my parents. My parents were about as much the opposite of Vickie's parents as they could be. Mother's first comment to me in private after meeting Vickie was, "well, she'd be pretty but for that nose." I didn't like Dad's "nice ass" comment either. I had a fight with my parents about whether Vickie and I would sleep in the same bed. Jesus! I was twenty-six. Surely, my parents realized that Vickie and I were sleeping together at home.

That last thought, when I said it rather heatedly to my parents, triggered a realization. The Northwest was now my home. That's where my lover, my friends, and my job were. Ohio had become a place to visit, infrequently. I apologized to Vickie for my parents and cut the trip short.

Back home, we started our road trips to nude beaches with Chandra and Leon. We were on the beautiful beach in Canada when Chandra dropped a bombshell. "There's a D1 school in New Mexico whose head coach is retiring after this season," she said. "I went down there and talked to them while you guys were in Ohio. It looks good. Coach Adams gave me a strong recommendation. And they have a meaningful job for Leon."

In his deep voice, Leon said, "if they hire Chandra, I'll be hired as a counsellor for student athletes. That's most of what I've been doing the last few years. I'm probably better at that than basketball."

I looked at Vickie. We didn't need to say what we were both thinking. It was great for Chandra to get a head coaching job, but Chandra and Leon moving to New Mexico would leave a huge hole in our lives.

I was again assigned to travel with volleyball. That was perfect. I was with Vickie and with our friends Chandra and Molly. We also acquired another friend. The hitter, Kelly Tompkins, had been one of the juniors skinny dipping the season before in Arizona. She had been the other player besides Molly who had said her family went naked together. I assumed at the time she had just said that to back up Molly.

Molly introduced us to Kelly during preseason practice. Kelly's comment in the pool in Arizona had intrigued Molly, so she made a point of getting to know Kelly better. "I converted my parents and my little sister into nudists," Kelly told us over coffee after a practice. "I had gone to a volleyball camp in Florida between junior and senior years of high school. I met a guy there who I kind of liked, and he kind of liked me. We both graduated the next spring. I was eighteen by then, so, as a graduation present, I think as thanks for getting my scholarship here, my parents let me go to Florida with another friend who turned eighteen and graduated. I e-mailed the guy I'd met the year before and arranged to meet him while we were down there."

Kelly took a sip of her coffee, then resumed her story. "We flew into Tampa and the guy met us at the airport. Jeez, he'd gotten a lot better looking in just a year. Anyway, we got our bags, got in his car, and he started driving." She raised her hand. "I know that wasn't very smart, but it worked out. His parents had a condo at a clothing optional resort. He said there are a lot of places like that in Florida and he thought we'd like to try it. I wasn't shocked, but I wasn't thrilled about the idea either. My friend, who already had the hots for the guy, says that would be wonderful, that we'd love to do that. I went with it. It really was great. I didn't wear any clothes for a week. My friend spent most of her time fucking the guy. I played a lot of nude volleyball. When I got home, I decided not to wear clothes there either. I talked with my parents and my sister and asked them, 'how do you know you don't like it if you haven't tried it?' Mom and Dad like to think they're very logical people, so they conceded they should try going nude before they prohibited me from going nude at home. I should add it was summer and my parents have an in-ground pool. Mom, Dad, and my sister Kristen all loved being naked. Now, my parents go to a nude beach or a nude resort at least two or three times a year. Kristen and I go too if we can."

I must admit I was impressed by Kelly's story. Kelly wasn't, I thought, in Vickie's or Molly's league in beauty; she was too tall for my tastes for one thing. I did admire her force of character.

It was in that same conversation that Molly brought up that she hadn't gone to the Head and Body Salon with us the previous academic year. Kelly interjected, "I've been there. It's a lot of fun. You take your pants and panties off, sit down in a chair, and spread your legs. Anyone can walk in and see you. I loved it."

Vickie and I took Molly to the salon Friday after practice. Since we were both getting a complete shave, Vickie and I stripped off but waited and watched while Carlo trimmed Molly. Molly took her pants and panties off enthusiastically. She sat in the chair and immediately spread her legs wide, even before Carlo had brought his stool over. Molly looked great bare from the waist down. She wasn't as compelling beautiful as Vickie, but she wasn't a distant second.

Molly maintained eye contact with us while Carlo trimmed her. When he finished, she popped out of the chair and asked, "how do I look?"

"Great," I said. That seemed to please her. She followed Carlo to the table for her anal trim. Vickie and I watched that too. Molly had a cute asshole.

Molly left her pants off while Vickie and I showered together. She watched as closely as we had watched her while Carlo shaved Vickie's mound and Rikki shaved me. As Rikki finished, Molly blurted, "Damn Will. You have a really attractive dick."

"It feels great too," Vickie added.

"I'll bet," Molly replied. It was arousing to have two beautiful women discussing my penis.

The volleyball team did not go to Arizona that year. The first road trip was to Los Angeles for a Friday night game at one school and a Sunday afternoon game at the other conference school across town. We didn't make the schedules, the conference did. They picked a bad weekend to send us to L.A. I had trouble finding a suitable hotel for Saturday, and finally had to take a downtown high-rise hotel about 40 minutes' bus ride in L.A. traffic from the school we played Sunday.

This was another trip where we wouldn't leave the hotel until early Sunday afternoon. It was around midnight Saturday when we heard a soft knock on our hotel room door. Chandra opened the door to reveal Molly, Kelly, and the other four seniors, all in the terrycloth bathrobes furnished in the hotel room. Smiling, Kelly said, "there's a pool on the roof."

Vickie picked up a keycard and the three of us left our room and followed the players to the elevator. Nine people was a tight fit in the elevator. We rode up to the roof with Molly's ass pressed against my groin. As we left the elevator vestibule and walked out onto the rooftop patio, I said, "let's hope there are no security cameras."

"I came up here earlier and checked," Kelly said. "We're good. Who would break in through the roof anyway? How would they get here?"

Kelly had a point. Our hotel building was the tallest building for a couple of blocks around. It was a clear night, and we had an unobstructed view over L.A. The players took off their robes. All six women were nude underneath. Vickie, Chandra, and I took off our clothes and the nine of us quietly got into the water. We swam around for a little while. Finally, a few of the girls hopped up on the side of the pool with their feet in the water. Vickie, Chandra, Molly, and I stood in water about waist deep.

"None of the underclass players would join you tonight?" I asked.

"We didn't ask them," Kelly said. "Tiffany has them so cowed one of them would have told her. She'd cause as much trouble for us as possible if she knew we were doing this."

Tiffany was Tiffany Becker, a very talented junior from Utah. From what I could tell, she had the ability to play well anywhere on the court.

"I understand she's religious," Molly said, "and that's fine. What drives me nuts is her constantly telling the rest of us, 'that's sinful' or 'you're going to burn in hell.' I don't agree with her beliefs, and she's entitled to them, but, damn, she should keep them to herself." Some of the other players murmured agreement.