I didn't have any objections. By this time I wasn't too greatly
hampered by inhibitions. I walked over to the little car. I was a
little surprised to see the driver averting her eyes from me.
Joanie said, "Al, I want you to meet Naomi Gardner. She's never been to
a sunbathing colony before."
"Hi," I said affably.
"Hello," she said in a strangled voice, still not looking at me.
"A friend of Naomi's told her about us," Joanie went on, "and she
decided to try us. Al is new here too," she said to the girl. "Four
days ago he never would have dreamed of running around without any
clothes on."
Naomi managed a smile. She was obviously having a good many second
thoughts about having come here. But it was too late to back out now,
without seeming like a complete coward.
I figured my presence was making it harder for her to accept the idea
of nudism. I decided to fade away and let Joanie get her down to her
cabin. Once she got her own clothes off, she might find it easier to
adjust to the new environment.
So I invented some excuse about having to go into the library on an
errand for Jack, and drifted off. I saw Joanie get into the car and it
slowly moved off toward the cabin area.
The brunette was a good looker, I decided. But scared. Probably wishing
she were anywhere but here. Most likely it had been a bluff, the whole
idea of coming to a nudist camp, and she had never really expected
actually to arrive here. Only here she was. I shrugged, figuring that
the experience would do her good, and went on into the library.
To my horror, Bonnie was there.
She gave me a thousand-watt smile and inflated her lungs to perk up her
bosom a little. Then she said, "Were you looking for me, Al?"
"No."
"Why are you so cruel to me?"
"Why can't you leave me alone?" I countered.
Tears glistened in her eyes. For one awful moment I thought she was
going to pour out the story of her life in all its dolorous detail. She
nibbled her lip hesitantly and said, in the high-pitched tense voice
that was becoming so wearying for me, "Don't you want me? Don't you
desire me at all?"
"Bonnie, listen," I sighed. This was taking on all the aspects of a
farce. "I'm tired of having you moon after me. Find yourself someone
else. If you keep bothering me I'll file a complaint against you."
Not exactly spoken like a gentleman. But, then, Bonnie wasn't a lady.
What happened next was neither ladylike nor gentlemanly. Bonnie
narrowed her eyes to slits and came toward me, evidently determined to
overcome my resistance on the spot. She seized my hands, clapped them
to her breasts, and began to nuzzle against me, rubbing the lower part
of her body against mine.