College Chastity Choice Game 2

Alice makes edibles! Wow, I didn't see that coming.

Greg and I spend the evening with Alice. She is a nice elderly woman living at the resort. She pays Greg to help her with assorted tasks. Not a lot of money, but every bit helps, right?

On the plus side, Greg now has an outstanding all body tan and got a few more gigs at the resort.

I have one too, but I actually enjoy tanning. What I mean is that I will lie down on a lawn chair and just stay motionless under the sun for a few hours per week so that my body is just perfectly tan. Don't worry, I moisturize a lot.

My current cream is Udderly Smooth. I tried a few cheap options and this one is bang for bucks, my favorite one. There are cheaper options, but they don't work as well and with your current lifestyle, this is the best one to keep my skin soft on a budget.

Greg however, despite living at a naturist resort for his teenage years, never got into tanning. With school, and then a job, he would spend most of his days out of the sun, with only the weekend to really enjoy the light on his skin.

Now, you would think that just those few hours would be enough for a full-body tan, but not with Greg. I never really had tan lines, having grown up as a naturist, but when nude outdoors, Greg puts sunscreen, like he should, but not when clothed.

As a result, his arms and often his legs are more tanned than say, his butt.

After months only leaving the resort for interviews and rare shopping occasions, Greg ended up for the first time with a naturist look.

I think it suits him. I think he looks better than ever, and not being able to indulge in food or alcohol has made his stomach flatter.

He's also been working out. There is a small gym. Well, there are two, an inside one with weights and stuff and an outside one with outdoorsy workout equipment. It's nice, and he took advantage of it to bulk up his muscles.

"For the first time in my life, Mona, I have time to focus on myself. On working out, on reading, on just... being me", he told me, recently.

One thing that helped out is our sex life!

Greg used to be tired from work, to have low energy from stress but now is he jacked up on testosterone from the exercise and wants to have sex every night, and sometimes, twice.

Have you even made love in a tent? Everyone who walks by can hear us, which encourages you to be quieter. Well, I've never been louder and more expressive. I fear that I have a sort of exhibitionist streak which isn't really compatible with the lessons taught by my parents. Oh, well.

In truth, I feel like I am in the middle of a sexual revolution, but that the peasants haven't guillotined the king yet.

One of the things I absolutely adore, is having sex with Greg, and then, sitting on his lap outside the tent while I feel his sperm leaking out of me and dropping on his skin.

Twice, TWICE! Alice joined us, with Greg's sperm on his tight, and sometimes on mine, as she would talk to us about her kids or whatever she wanted to talk about, unaware of the deposit, slowly drifting on our skin.

Well, I say unaware, but that second time... the one time it actually dripped on the grass, was when she offered us pot cookies for the first time and talked about sex with her late husband.

Greg didn't see it, but I was well aware. Wait, could it be that I was just far enough for him not to get any on him? Normally, we check once I stand up, but that time, we were tripped on her cookies!

Now, the bad news, is that we ended giving Alice the money I was trying to save for us to go to the swinger's club.

It's $60. It's not that expensive, but, we usually only save $5 to $10 per week, so that $30 for Alice set us back almost a month.

Sure, we have some reserves, but reserves are reserves for a reason. They are there for extra gas.

Speaking of gas, we try to reduce our mileage to the maximum, or should I say, to the minimum!

One thing, however, which surprised me is how often Greg wants a morning blow job. When I work early, I need to set up my cell phone to ring 30 minutes early in case mister wants a blow job before I leave and he usually does.

He certainly returns the favor in the evening, and sometimes in the afternoon, but that's something he never really put an interest for in the past.

Wait a sec, he just returned.

"Hey Greg", I tell him as he gets into the tent and kisses me. He is still dressed.

"I don't think I'll get that job"

"Oh, I am sorry to hear that. I was writing my journal, and I was wondering. Why the sudden interest into blow jobs?"

"What?", he tells me.

"We do plenty of blow jobs and cunnis now, a lot more than in the past."

"Oh, during the day, if we have sex, and now, we often have the time, we need paper tissues to prevent a run-off, you know? "

"You don't mind at night", I tell him, as he undresses.

"Well, it is night, who cares?"

"So the problem is buying paper tissues?"

"Well, that, and where do you put the replacements? The tent is filled with our stuff, to the brim. We use the TP from the resort, but it's locked down, and it's not like we can just steal a ton of it", he says

"Didn't you say you hate wiping with toilet paper?"

"Yeah, it breaks apart much easier than paper tissues", he says, now nude.

He carefully begins to put his suit back on the hanger. I help him.

We bought from Amazon a sort of rack where you can place hangers, and there is a sort of tablet at the base, so you can put stuff on it, and under it. We fold our clothes in there, but honestly, I can't remember the last time I wore something other than one of my work uniforms or that pair of jeans and that t-shirt I use for shopping.

Getting close to Alice, however, helped us with Laundry. She is always nude, so her only laundry is bedsheets and towels. That way, we can share the resort's laundromat with her and save on costs. She even stores the soap at her place.

We often do a fire in our place. The resort actually sells these long fire bricks that burn for a long time really cheap, why? So that we use them instead of the more problematic actual wood which need to be stored and are a fire hazard.

Sometimes, she even brings family over and they bring their own brick and share s'mores with us.

At first, I thought they just followed Alice, and she hung with us because she was lonely, but they had a slip up: Alice cannot have a fire at her place after 9h00 PM because the noise can bother her neighbors.

Well, we are at the end of the street, and are far from kids and other people who might get to bed early so they use us as a party pad. Not that we mind! Alice and her family are fun to hang with.

The only problem is that sometimes, they hang around too long and it cuts into our sex life. But hey, it's not like it's that often.