College Chastity Choice Game 2

I grew up as a naturist. Until I was an awkward teenager, I never really wore clothes at home. My parents and siblings didn't either, and I have quite a few siblings. It's as if my parents didn't know to stop!

My youngest sister and brother, June and Jake, even got homeschooled as my parents grew tired of their kids being intimidated by the public school system.

They own the resort I grew up at, so they were able to take turns with Clara, my oldest sister, in educating the two youngest of their litter.

I had fun growing. We were, and still are, a tight family who care about each other. We talk on the phone all the time and are a tight group.

Some might think that being naturists make up pushovers, but we are Texan naturists. You don't miss with Texans. I might not own a gun, but my father has a few.

That I am the most liberal of the family isn't surprising, seeing as I left Texas, but most of my family is open-minded. Jake had no problems coming out and even having his boyfriend with him at the resort, despite being minors. Granted, his in-laws are naturists too, but still. Texas...

If Greg is also from Texas, what the hell are we doing in Florida?

Sigh, I didn't get proper real-world skills, you know, the type that gives you a career? I fought to survive in high school, and I ended up losing the fight for a career. Heck, I don't even have a career idea! My parents assumed their kids would work for the resort they own, but then, they had too many kids to give them jobs.

But Greg, like his father, is a phenomenal salesman. He got a degree in marketing and began trying to find a job.

Now, there are a ton of marketing jobs, but for juniors without experience?

Still, he had great recommendations letters from his teachers, had a small job in town as an internal sales rep for a company that makes replacement parts for factories, so he had a good case to get hired.

We had three main criteria for giving points when the job offers began pouring in.

I had to pay well compared to the local cost of living. It had to be in the south, where it's warm, but not in Texas. I wanted a change of scenery. And finally, it had to be close enough to a naturist resort that we could visit it. We didn't want to move there, but just be members and spend time.

In the end, Greg only got 3 serious offers and one stood out. It was on the west coast of Florida, near three naturist resorts and not only had the highest salary, they also paid a relocation bonus which allowed us to put the down payment to build a house of our own.

It's a prefabricated house. Some call them a factory house or a kit house?

It allows for building a house in weeks, not in months.

"But it still makes for a real house, certainly more durable than many of the McMansions in town", said Greg.

Why that and not something else? Because Greg's employer... was the company making the kits. They still do, but we never got to move into our house before Greg was unceremoniously laid off.

I just couldn't believe it! We have a mortgage to pay, and he doesn't have a job. They recruited him from out of state, paid for our stuff to be moved in, to be stored while the house was being built. For our temporary apartment while it was being built.

Greg was even doing a good job! Not a great one, but give him time. He had just arrived. He got along with everyone, he followed the rules. Hell, he even proposed new ones. Greg was popular with the gang and it's not like his salary would tank the company.

They didn't even explain why he was laid off. Just, "sorry, it didn't work out", and so now, he doesn't have a job.

Well, I have one. I got one shortly after we moved in just not to get bored. But it's just a job, if you can call that a job. Greg had the start of an actual career. I basically work in the fruit department of a grocery store downtown. It's not glamorous, it doesn't pay well, but it pays for our car, for our food, to keep paying the storage unit for some of our stuff, and... not enough to rent an apartment.

Certainly, not our mortgage!

So, we got a tent and moved to one of the local naturist resorts not that far from my work, so I could walk there on good days and have Greg keep the car to go job hunting. An at-will tenant moved in, using our bed, our stove, our couch to live while his rent pay for our mortgage and the naturist resort camping lot.

He is recently divorced. Nice guy, but he is hoping to be more impressive with the ladies living in a house instead of a bachelor pad. Good luck buddy. What we like, is that he wants the house spotless so that he can actually impress his dates. We are rooting for you, it's not easy to redo your life when you are over 50.

But we didn't even get to spend an actual night in our house before he got laid off. We did sleep a few days after, but that was it. In truth, we never really were able to call it our home.

This tent is temporary, but it did cause a serious issue. Greg and I were planning to visit the local swinger's club to try to open our marriage, but he ended up getting laid off 24 hours before our first visit, and now we can't afford it.

Still, it's like we are on vacation at the resort. Greg will get a job soon, we will be able to move into our house and make it our home.

Soon. It can't take more than a few weeks, right? Certainly, not a few months.