My Buddy’s Daughter

My last submission to Literotica was quite dark, as some readers noted. This is an attempt to be more upbeat, but with a slight edge.

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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I met Beckett Reed the first year of college. We were both attending a rather prestigious university in the Chicago area on partial athletic scholarships. I wrestled. Beck swam. We had several things in common. We were both from Southwestern Ohio. Both of us were at a school our families could not have afforded but for the partial scholarships. Even with them, money was tight for us both. Neither of us was bad at his sport, but neither of us was above average either. Beck and I performed better in the classroom than in the pool or on the mat.

I guess these common factors, and a shared attitude towards life, were why we became such close friends. We roomed together sophomore and junior years. Senior year, Beck shared an apartment with his girlfriend, Yvonne Pelletier. Beck and I got into and went to the same law school in Michigan. Yvonne followed Beck there and they married the summer after first year of law school. Yvonne gave birth to their daughter Michelle during third year. Beck called me from the hospital a few minutes after she was born. I was, and am, impressed that Beck managed law school, marriage, and fatherhood all at once.

Beck and I both graduated towards the top of our law school class. It wasn’t an agreement between us, but we reinforced each other’s inclinations to go home to Cincinnati to practice. Yvonne, who was from Dayton, was fine with that.

I spent a lot of time with Beck and Yvonne. I never thought I was good with young children, so I never babysat Michelle or anything like that. Michelle did take to calling me “Uncle Ian,” but, I think, to her, I was just the strange man Dad was friends with. I watched her grow from a young girl to an attractive high school student but didn’t see her much once she went to college in Columbus.

I was in the litigation group of a large “full service” law firm. About four years into my practice, I defended a client in a complicated multi-party case. The lawyer for another party was an attractive, elegant woman about my age named Julia Scherer. Julia and I worked closely on that case. In addition to being physically attractive, Julia was smart and witty. Our backgrounds were quite different. Julia came from a wealthy, established family; and belonged to the Junior League. Despite our differences, we clicked and got married about a year after the case settled.

Life with Julia went well for several years. We both made partner at our respective firms. I was forty when a couple of my senior partners left the big firm to start their own shop. I and four other younger lawyers went with them. Julia and I had discussed the move and she had said was completely ok with it. With hindsight, I don’t think she really appreciated how moving to a start-up firm would affect my income. I did ok at the new firm, but Julia was making much more money than I was.

From my perspective, Julia thought that, because she was making more money, she now ran the marriage. I did not take that well. Arguments became more frequent, with a lot more personal insults and nasty comments about each other’s backgrounds. I became trailer trash, while she’d been born with the silver spoon in her mouth. That was the polite version.

I suppose it was inevitable. Julia got a case in which she had to work closely with a neurosurgeon expert witness from Boston. I met him once. He was impressive: thin, well-cut silver hair, expensively dressed, and conversant about fine wine and antique furniture. My efforts to engage him in conversation about football, baseball, or hockey fell flat. When Julia’s case settled, she matter-of-factly informed me we were getting divorced. She moved to Boston.

Before things got bad between us, Julia and I often spent time with one of my partners, Beth Abernathy, and her husband Chris. Once, we had joined them on a trip to the Iroquois National Forest in south central Ohio, just over two hours’ drive from Cincinnati. There was a large lake in the Forest. I don’t know if Beth and Chris planned it, but our hike took us to an unofficial nude beach along about a half-mile of the lakeshore. The Iroquois Forest was about an hour and a half from Columbus in one direction and less than an hour from Athens in another. I thought proximity to the universities in those towns probably explained why most of the nude people at the beach were young.

Beth and Chris wanted to strip off and enjoy the beach, and I was curious to try it. Julia resisted, but Beth finally persuaded her. Beth, Chris, and I loved it. Julia couldn’t leave soon enough. Beth and Chris went back to that nude beach many times. They invited us repeatedly. Julia wouldn’t consider going back.

I wasn’t depressed about the divorce. I was dismayed to be single again at age 48. Because Julia had always had things for me to do when I wasn’t working, I had stopped working out during our marriage. With Julia gone, I forced myself into a rigorous workout schedule: lifting, swimming, running, and yoga. I wasn’t trying to make myself more attractive. I’d decided I didn’t want to risk another experience like Julia. I just didn’t want to be disgusted every time I looked in the mirror.

One Friday in late Spring, Beth Abernathy walked into my office. “Ian, with Julia gone, are you ready to go back to the nude beach in Iroquois Forest?” she asked. “Chris and I and another couple are going tomorrow. It would be great if you came too.”

“Won’t it be uncomfortable having a spare man?” I asked.

“Only if it makes you uncomfortable,” Beth answered. “Chris and I would love to have you along. I already talked to Kathy and Kurt, the other couple. They’re fine if you come along, and I think you’ll like them. Please? You need to get out.”

I was skeptical about being the unattached man at a nude beach with two couples. However, Beth seemed to genuinely want me to go. Also, she and Chris were good friends who had helped me through the divorce.

I met Kathy and Kurt at Beth and Chris’s house the next morning. They seemed like good people. During the drive, I learned that Kathy, Kurt, Beth, and Chris had been going to the beach regularly on the weekends for several summers. I had feared that Beth might have pressured Kathy and Kurt to agree me coming, but I got no sense of that.

The nearest parking was just over a mile from the beach. I was secretly pleased that I could carry the cooler with our food and drinks, by myself, the entire way to the beach without breathing hard. At the beach, we stripped matter-of-factly. Although both were in their late forties, Beth and Kathy were handsome women. Beth was a little shorter and full figured. Kathy was taller and looked like she ran regularly.

The couples spread sunscreen over each other while I took care of myself. Beth did offer to do my back and I gratefully accepted. As Beth was rubbing the sunscreen over my upper back, she said, “Damn Ian, you’ve got some muscle in your shoulders and back.” That made me feel good.

The beach was much as I remembered it. The surrounding trees had grown taller, and it was more crowded. Chris explained, “this is Federal land. The local cops have no jurisdiction here. The Forest Service polices this and, as far as we can tell, they could care less if you’re dressed or bare.”

The crowd was still, primarily, younger adults; although I saw some people whom I guessed had come as college students a few years ago and kept coming. Some of the women were very attractive. Being guys, Kurt, Chris, and I all looked. To even things up, Kathy and Beth looked at the nude men. I guess they thought some of the men were attractive too.

After we had swum, eaten lunch, and finished one of the bottles of wine I had brought. Beth stood up and said, “I want to take a walk. Who’s coming with me.” The initial response was silence. Chris, Kathy, and Kurt all declined. “Ian?” Beth asked.

“As your business partner,” I said, “I guess I owe it to you to go with you if your husband won’t.”

“He won’t,” Chris said cheerfully as he opened the second bottle of wine.

We had set up at one end of the beach. As Beth and I walked towards the middle, there were more people. It was a beautiful, warm day. “Remembering how good it feels to be outside with nothing on?” Beth asked.

Before I could answer Beth, a female voice called out “Uncle Ian?” I turned towards the voice. A tall brunette stood up and began walking towards us. The first thing I noticed was that the woman had a beautiful body: melon-sized firm breasts above a flat stomach. Her hips flared alluringly, but not too widely above long, elegant legs. I guessed her to be mid-twenties. As she got closer, I almost ran away. The gorgeous woman was Michelle Reed, Beck and Yvonne’s daughter.

I knew Michelle had graduated from college and stayed in Columbus to work. She got better looking as she came closer. I’d never thought of her as a stunning beauty, but she was. With what had happened in my life, I hadn’t thought of her at all in a long time.

As she got close, Michelle said with a smile, “Uncle Ian, it’s great to see you. I didn’t know you came here.”

“I, uh, uh, didn’t know you did either,” I replied.

I think Michelle was enjoying my discomfort. “Dad said you got divorced,” she said. Nodding at Beth, she asked “Is this your friend?”

“This is Beth Abernathy,” I replied, “one of law partners. Her husband is down the beach with our stuff and another couple. Beth,” I continued, “this is Michelle Reed. Michelle’s the daughter of a buddy I went to undergrad and law school with.” To try to establish some psychological distance, I added, “I’ve known Michelle’s parents since before she was born.”

Beth gave me a sympathetic look that said, “Ok. Now I understand why you are acting so strange.”

“That is great!” Michelle said. “I’m sure Dad doesn’t get naked with his partners. How long have you been coming here?”

“Beth and her husband come here often in the summer. Julia and I were here years ago, but Julia didn’t like it. Beth invited me back now that Julia is gone.”

“How could anyone not love it here?” Michelle asked. “Naked in the sun and breeze? What, besides sex, is better?”

“How long have you been coming here?” I asked Michelle.

“Not long enough,” she replied. “A girl I work with talked me into coming here last year with a group. They come every weekend the weather’s ok. I come every time they do.”

I recalled Beck saying something about Michelle and a serious boyfriend. “Your boyfriend comes too?” I asked.

“You mean my ex,” Michelle answered. “We had a lot more differences than we realized. Learning that I love to go naked with other people brought all of those out. We broke up last year. If Beth isn’t your girlfriend, who is? Is she here?”

“I’m not seeing anyone,” I said.

“Really?” Michelle responded.

With a sly gleam in her eye, Beth broke in, “I’d better get back to Chris before he empties the wine. Ian, why don’t you get up to date with Michelle?” Beth turned and headed back up the beach.

“She seems nice,” Michelle said.

“Yes,” I replied. “I work with a pretty good group.”

“Yes,” Michelle said, “we have that in common: we both get naked with co-workers.”

“I probably shouldn’t ask,” I said, “but, do Beck and Yvonne know you come here?”

“I’ve told them,” Michelle said, “but they act like they didn’t hear me. I’d love to get them to come here. Wouldn’t that be cool? Going naked with your parents?”

“Not something I could do,” I said.

“Oh, sorry,” Michelle replied. “Your parents are gone, aren’t they?” I nodded affirmatively. “Well,” Michelle went on, “I’ll say something I probably shouldn’t: you look great with no clothes on. You’re in better shape than any of the younger guys here.”

“Thank you,” I replied.

After a moment, Michelle decided she wasn’t letting me off the hook. “How do I look naked?” she asked and did a quick turn so I could see her back and perfectly shaped ass.

“You look, uh, shit, you look perfect,” I said.

“Thank you,” Michelle said. “That’s special coming from such an attractive man.”

I heard a male voice call out, “Michelle?”

“That’s the guy I’m with today,” Michelle said in a slightly derisive tone. “Angela, my co-worker, set me up with him. Not a keeper. But, if I’m rude to him, I’ll embarrass Angie. I should get back. Let’s keep in touch.”

Michelle turned and walked back to her group. She looked wonderful from behind, but she had looked even better facing me. Of course, Michelle was about half my age.

When I got back to my group, Kurt asked, “Who is your friend Ian? Except for Kathy and Beth, she’s the most beautiful woman on the beach.”

“Wisely worded,” Kathy quipped.

“Is she old enough to drink?” Chris asked.

“She’s the daughter of my oldest friend,” I replied. “I went to undergrad and law school with her father. I’ve known both her parents since before she was born. I watched her grow up.” I was talking too much, I knew.

“She did a hell of a job growing up,” Chris said.

“It’s just unlucky I ran into her here,” I said.

“I don’t think it’s unlucky,” Beth said.

For the rest of the day, I couldn’t put Michelle out of my mind: her gorgeous face and flawless body with its light allover tan. “Shit!” I thought. No matter how stunning she is, she’s still Beck’s daughter.

The following Wednesday, Beth came into my office just after lunch. “The weather for Saturday looks great,” she said. “We’re going back to the beach. Want to go with us?”

“Can I check on a couple of things and get back to you?” I replied.

“Sure,” Beth said.

Not ten minutes later, my phone rang. When I answered, a female voice sad, “Hi Uncle Ian. It’s Michelle. The weather Saturday is supposed to be wonderful. My friends and I are going back to Iroquois Forest. Why don’t you drive up here early Saturday morning and go with us? That will keep Angie from setting me up with any more blind dates.”

“The friends I was with last weekend already invited me to go back with them,” I replied.

“So, you will be there this Saturday?” Michelle asked.

“Yes, I’ll be there,” I said.

“Great!” Michelle said. “I’m looking forward to seeing you again. I hope you’re looking forward to seeing me.” I was, but I didn’t think it wise to say so.

The five of us were still putting on sunscreen that Saturday morning when Michelle walked up. She was, of course, nude and looked more beautiful than I had remembered. I introduced her to Kathy, Kurt, and Chris; and she sat down next to me. The six of us talked for about an hour and a half. I learned that, in addition to her physical beauty, Michelle was articulate, thoughtful, well-informed, and witty. Even Chris was listening to her as well as staring at her stunning body.

Michelle finally stood up and said, “I need to get back to my friends. Ian, will you come with me? I’d like you to meet them.”

I hesitated. Beth impatiently said, “Ian, go!” I walked beside Michelle about halfway down the beach. Chris wasn’t the only man staring at her that Saturday.

Michelle had come to the beach with three couples. She introduced me around. Angela, or Angie, and her boyfriend Chad; and Rachel and her boyfriend Barry were all in their mid-twenties, like Michelle. Angie, a buxom blonde, and Michelle both worked in IT for the largest healthcare network in the central Ohio. Angie had introduced Michelle to the Iroquois Forest nude beach. Rachel, a slender redhead with freckles all over her body, was a friend of Michelle’s from college. Michelle had introduced Rachel to the beach. There was also a slightly older married couple: D’Shawna and Will Willis. D’Shawna worked in HR for the company Michelle and Angie worked for. Will was a primary care doctor affiliated with that group. D’Shawna was tall like Michelle, with elegant, long deep brown legs and a tremendous smile. Will looked very athletic.

After the introductions, Angie said to Michelle, “So, this is the guy you’ve been talking about all week?” I wasn’t thrilled that Michelle had been talking about me to her friends.

To me, Rachel said, “Michelle said you are very handsome. She understated it.”

“Thank you,” I replied. Michelle had me sit down on a beach towel with her. Our bare hips were touching. I spent the next couple of hours nude in the sunshine talking with Michelle and her nude friends. My impression was they were all intelligent and pleasant.

That established the pattern for my weekends that summer. Michelle would call in the middle of the week to ask me to go to the beach with her and her friends. I would instead go with Beth, Chris, and, usually, Kathy and Kurt. I’d meet Michelle at the beach. We’d shuttle back and forth between our two groups of friends. It was pleasant and fun. The problem was that I was falling for Michelle.

Beth called me on that over lunch one week in August. “Ian, you do realize Michelle Reed’s infatuated with you, if not more?”

“Michelle’s not infatuated, or very interested in, a guy who’s almost twice her age and a friend of her mother and father,” I replied.

“You are wrong there,” Beth replied. “She obviously wants you.” Beth paused, then said, “That may be a good thing. You haven’t dated since Julia left you. Michelle’s smart, beautiful, and a nudist. What more can you ask for?”

“She is tremendously attractive, both physically and her personality,” I replied, “but she’s my buddy’s daughter. He called me from the hospital the night she was born!”

“Let me ask you this,” Beth said, “if Michelle wasn’t your friends’ daughter and was sending the signals she’s sending, would you get involved with her?”

After a couple of moments, I said “yes.” I was ashamed of myself.

“Ok,” Beth continued, “you’re interested in her and she’s interested in you. Explain to me why either of you should be penalized because you know her parents. It’s not like you’re using your relationship with her parents to get into her pants. You ran into her unexpectedly at a nude beach, and she’s been hitting on you.”

Michelle was calling me at least once a week. She called the week after Labor Day. “It’s going to rain this Saturday,” she said, “so we’re not going to Iroquois Beach. Instead, D’Shawna and Will invited everyone over for dinner at their house. They live a little outside of town. It’s about a half hour from my apartment given what traffic is like up here. They want us there at 6:00, so pick me up at 5:00. We can stop on the way and pick up a bottle of wine.”

Michelle’s apartment was about two and a half hours’ drive from mine. I knocked on her door on the dot of 5:00 p.m. She answered wearing a beige sundress that emphasized her tan. She gave me a quick peck on the lips, then looked me up and down. I was in the standard “summer casual” male uniform: polo shirt and khaki slacks. Michelle giggled and said, “we’ve seen each other a lot this summer, but this is the first time we’ve seen each other with clothes on.”

“You are beautiful dressed or undressed,” I said.

“Thank you,” Michelle replied. “I prefer to be undressed and I prefer you undressed.”

We picked up a good bottle of wine on the way, and arrived at D’Shawna’s and Will’s just after 6:00 p.m. D’Shawna was nude when she opened the door. “I’m so glad you could make it,” she said. “You can undress in the other room,” she said pointing, “and leave your clothes there.”

Rachel leaned out of a doorway, nude, and said “hi.”

Michelle took my hand, giggled, and said, “come on Ian, let’s get naked.” I followed her into the room D’Shawna had indicated, a front room looking out on the street. There were curtains, but they were open. Michelle kicked off her shoes, pulled her dress over her head, slipped her bra off, and joyously pushed down her panties. God was she beautiful naked!

Given what I knew about Michelle’s friends, I should have realized that this would be a nude dinner. I hadn’t. But I couldn’t back out now. Michelle would be disappointed.

I tentatively began removing my clothes. When I got down to my boxers, Michelle knelt in front of me and said, “let me help!” She pulled my boxers to the floor. Michelle was crouching with her face an inch or so from my dick. She looked at it and then looked up at my face. Smiling, she said, “you’re not that old. I don’t see any grey hair here.” She ran her fingers lightly over my pubic hair.

Everyone was in the kitchen. D’Shawna and Rachel had put on aprons, which were very sexy when they turned around. I handed the wine bottle to Will. Michelle asked, “can we help?”

“Sure,” D’Shawna replied. “Put on an apron and make the salad.”

Will poured everyone drinks. We four men stood out of the way, watching the women fix dinner. It was quite erotic, seeing all four of them covered in front and completely bare in back.

The aprons came off before we sat down to dinner. The food and conversation were good. The four pair of bare tits displayed around the table didn’t detract at all. The only downside was that the nicest pair, Michelle’s, were right next to me. I couldn’t stare at her surreptitiously. During the meal, Michelle put her left hand on my bare thigh and left it there. It felt nice there.

The group went through the bottle of wine we’d brought, and a few more, by the time dinner was done. In a slightly loud voice, Michelle said, “I have a question. I’d like everyone’s thoughts on this.”

“What’s the question?” Will asked.

“Assume a woman who is very strongly attracted to a guy,” Michelle said, “and assume the guy is strongly attracted to her, even if he won’t admit it. Should they stay apart just because the woman is the daughter of one of the guy’s good friends?” Everyone in the room knew exactly what she was referring to. I was uncomfortable.

“First,” Angie said, “I think we need make absolutely sure the guy is really into the woman.” Looking straight at me, Angie asked, “Is he?”

Everyone else looked at me. I knew the honest answer. I think everyone else knew it too. If I didn’t say it, I’d embarrass Michelle and destroy our relationship. But saying it aloud seemed a “no turning back” act that would have consequences I could not foresee. I took a deep breath, turned, and looked into Michelle’s eyes. “The guy in question loves the woman very much,” I said slowly. “She’s the greatest woman he’s ever met.”

Michelle leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. Then, she pushed her chair back, stood, and pulled me up out of my chair. We hugged tightly and kissed again. Her tongue went into my mouth and mine went into hers. She lowered her hands from my back to my bare ass. I moved my hands to her ass. We pulled our hips against each other. Her nude body felt great against mine.

When we broke our embrace, everyone else was smiling. “We do lots of things together in the nude besides going to Iroquois Forest beach,” D’Shawna said. “Angie, Rachel, and I have partners. Michelle’s need a partner. Now she has one.”

I put an arm around Michelle’s back. “What else do you guys do nude?” I asked.

“There is a group in town that rents an indoor pool and has a nude swim one Saturday night a month during the winter,” Angie answered. “We always go to that.”

“And nude yoga on Wednesday nights,” Will added.

“And we get together a lot here or at someone’s apartment,” D’Shawna said. “Our rule is that we never wear clothes when we’re together unless we’d get in trouble going nude.”

“Another rule,” Rachel said, “is that it is okay to look. We all enjoy looking at each other.”

“If I didn’t want you to look at my slit or my ass or my tits, I’d put something on over them,” Angie said.

“I’d always thought all these freckles turned people off,” Rachel said. “The first time I took my clothes off at the beach, I realized that guys were looking at my body and liked what they saw. That was a life-changer for me.”

“It turned you into a little exhibitionist,” Barry teased.

“Are you complaining?” Rachel asked him rhetorically.

“Hell no,” Barry replied with a smile.

What they had described sounded like fun to me, if I did it with Michelle. Reading my mind, Michelle said, “we’re going to have a great life with each other.”

We all helped clean up from dinner. I noticed that there was now more touching. Primarily, it was between partners, but not exclusively. I was in the kitchen putting dry dishes back in a cabinet. Rachel squeezed between me and the counter so that my dick rubbed against her bare ass. I glanced quickly at Michelle. She just smiled.

When everything was cleaned up and put away, D’Shawna said, “thank you boys for helping,” and gave each of us men a tight, bare hug. Her body felt rather good against mine too. When she released me, D’Shawna said, “you’ll read a lot of things saying that social nudity has nothing to do with sex. We don’t believe that. We think there is a sexual element to exposing ourselves and we think that’s great.”

Michelle stepped in front of me. “Sex is one of the best things people do with each other,” she said. She grasped my right wrist in her hand and guided my hand between her legs. I could take a hint and ran a finger over her outer lips. “You get the idea,” she said, smiling.

The others got more drinks. Michelle and I followed them into the family room, where Michelle announced, “I hope you don’t think its rude of me, but I want to take Ian home.”

D’Shawna smiled and said, “we understand.”

Michelle and I went back to the front room to get our clothes. I was starting to pull on my boxers when Michelle said, “Dare you to drive back to my place nude.” She gathered her clothes and purse into her arms and added, “I will if you do.” I’m not sure why but driving across Columbus naked with Michelle sounded like fun. I gathered up my clothes.

D’Shawna and Will let us out their front door. Seeing that we intended to walk out naked, Will said, “I like your style.”

I had never driven nude anywhere before, much less in a large city. I was punctilious in observing the traffic laws but still imagined I saw flashing blue lights behind me the entire way. Michelle seemed to enjoy herself, and when we parked outside her apartment building, she took only her purse and said, “we’ll get the clothes later.” Michelle lived on the second floor of a multi-unit building that was part of a larger complex. It wasn’t late on a Saturday. As Michelle dug her keys out of her purse to unlock the outside door, I was convinced someone would come up and call the cops about the two naked people. However, we didn’t see anyone going in or climbing the steps to her apartment.

Inside, Michelle gave me a tight hug. “That was fun,” she said. “Now, follow me.” She led me to her bedroom. “Lie down,” she said, “I like your body and want to get a close look at it.” I lay while Michelle went over me from head to toes. Although she initially passed over my dick and balls, it was still arousing to have a gorgeous woman minutely inspecting my nude body. I was partially erect by the time she focused on my pubes. “Did I do that?” she asked as she looked at my stiffness. “I hope so!”

After Michelle had teased me to a full hard-on, I sat up and gently pushed her onto her back. I moved between her legs, pushed her thighs apart, and began licking her. I suppose the circumstances had something to do with it, but I was immediately enamored with both the look and taste of Michelle’s vulva. I forgot about her being my best friend’s daughter.

I had only licked Michelle’s clit a few times when she said, in a breathy voice, “Ian, I want you in me.”

It was then I remembered I had not come prepared. The idea I’d be having intercourse that night had not occurred to me when I’d left Cincinnati hours earlier.

“Shit,” I said, “I didn’t bring condoms!”

“It will be fine,” Michelle said, “and I don’t want anything between us.”

It was probably bad judgment based on what I knew at that time, although it turned out better than I could have dreamed; but I raised up on my forearms and moved myself over Michelle until we were face-to-face. We kissed as she took me in hand and guided my dick into her.

It feels good to slide your dick into a woman’s vagina, but entering Michelle felt exquisite. Michelle and I got in sync quickly. We seemed to know intuitively what felt good for each other. We went as slow as we could. We both wanted this to last as long as possible.

Michelle moved her hips in rhythm with me. I spent some time studying the details of her face, which got more beautiful the longer I looked. Realizing I needed to do more than look, I began kissing her. I sucked on her earlobe. I moved my face downwards and licked a nipple. All the while, we pushed her vagina and my dick against each other. After a time, Michelle raised my chin up with a hand and licked my neck. That felt amazing.

Michelle and I kept going at a slow pace for what seemed an awfully long time. Finally, she whispered in my ear, “make me come!” I increased my pace and the force I was using. Michelle pushed back in sync. I was soon rewarded by moans. Her moans sped up as she dug her fingers into my back. I was so focused on her that it came as a surprise when I realized I was about to come. Michelle wrapped her legs around me and squeezed, pulling me into her. Her moans went up an octave and her hips moved more violently. I started to shoot so hard it hurt. For a second, my vision and hearing went away. Michelle was still bucking violently beneath me when they returned as I shot my last inside her.

I stayed on top and inside of Michelle as we both gasped for air. When her breathing slowed some, Michelle gave me a long kiss. When she finished, her eyes were gleaming. “That was incredible,” she said. I had to agree. I pulled out and rolled to her side. I thought it has been about 9:00 p.m. when we got to her apartment. The clock on her nightstand said 12:30 now.

Michelle and I fell asleep in each other’s arms. I was awakened several hours later by the feel of her hand on my balls. We kissed and I played with her nipples while she got me hard again. She pushed me flat on my back, straddled me, and lowered herself down on me. Having Michelle on top was, in some ways, better because I could see more of her: the changing expressions on her beautiful face and her perfect breasts bouncing as she rode me. We didn’t take as long this time, but my orgasm was still powerful. It looked and sounded like Michelle enjoyed hers.

Michelle lay next to me after we’d both come. “That’s the first time a guy has come in me twice in eight hours,” she said. “Thank you.”

It was at that inopportune time that I remembered Michelle was Beck’s and Yvonne’s daughter. An image of her as a young girl popped, unbidden, into my head. Michelle said, “Ian, I don’t want this to be a one-night stand. I want a relationship with you.”

When the most perfect woman you’ve ever met says that to you, there is only one answer. Still, I hesitated. She was my friends’ daughter. As if reading my mind, she said, “Don’t worry about Mom and Dad. I’ll talk to them. Now, tell me, do you want a relationship with me?”

“God yes!” I replied.

Except for going out for pizza late that afternoon, Michelle and I spent that rainy Sunday naked in her apartment, talking and cuddling. I was surprised by how much we had in common. I already knew we were both only children. Michelle had been a talented volleyball player in high school but had turned down the chance to play in college to focus on school. She had retained, however, an intense interest in sports. We were both interested in history and mystery novels. We were both coming out of relationships which had ended badly, Michelle’s more recently than mine. Michelle genuinely enjoyed going nude, a preference I was rapidly acquiring, thanks to her. Most importantly, we enjoyed being with each other.

Driving home down I-71 that night, I couldn’t decide whether I was thrilled to be starting a relationship with the best woman I’d ever met or whether I should be loathing myself for fucking my best friend’s daughter. Despite my dilemma, I slept soundly that night.

Beck called the following Tuesday. “You know why I’m calling,” he said to start the conversation. “Michelle told us last night. Yvonne is livid. She wanted to have you arrested. I had to explain that wouldn’t work because Michelle is of age, and she made it obvious the relationship is consensual.”

“How do you feel?” I asked.

“Am I thrilled my daughter is having sex with my best friend, who is twice her age?” Beck asked rhetorically, “no. I’m not. On the plus side, I’m fairly sure you’re not going to beat her up and, in her telling, she came on to you. She’s infatuated with you. I just hope she means more to you than an opportunity to get your dick wet.”

“She does. Much more,” I replied.

“Shit,” Beck said, “you sound like you mean that.”

Serendipitously, Jason Brown, one of our “founding” partners, called everyone into the conference room just before lunch the next day. He announced that he and our other “founding” partner, Gail Muchmore, had decided to merge our firm of twelve lawyers with a seven-lawyer firm in Columbus run by one of Jason’s law school friends. Jason and Gail held a controlling interest in our firm, so they didn’t need the rest of us to agree to the merger. The merger would be effective January 1 of the following year. As part of the merger, two lawyers from Cincinnati would transfer to the Columbus office. Did anyone wish to volunteer?

With Michelle in mind, I volunteered immediately. Julia and I had sold our house in the divorce, and I’d been living in an apartment since. Moving was no hardship for me. There was a 24-year-old reason why moving to Columbus seemed very appealing.

Michelle and I talked by phone every night. She was thrilled that night to hear I’d be moving to Columbus. “You can move in with me,” she said excitedly. “It’s small, but I’m only under lease through next May. We can look for a larger place.” I was surprised by how good that sounded to me.

I was in Columbus every weekend that fall, staying with Michelle. The more I was around her, the more I loved her. Oddly, she seemed to feel the same about me. Of course, Michelle told her parents that I was moving in with her. That did not go over well. Michelle had always spent the Christmas holiday with her parents. Yvonne flatly refused to let Michelle bring me. Consequently, Michelle and I spent a nude Christmas together in her apartment in Columbus. We gave each other a great deal. We also exchanged gifts. I spent the week between Christmas and New Year moving the things I absolutely needed into Michelle’s apartment and putting the rest of my stuff into storage.

Of course, Michelle and I went to all the nude swims at a dive school east of town along with Angie, Chad, D’Shawna, Will, Rachel, and Rachel’s new boyfriend Jack. Beth and Chris had gone to school in Columbus, and Chris could work remotely, so Beth became the other lawyer in our firm who moved north. I was glad to have a friend in the new office. Beth and Chris started coming to the swims too.

In addition to the swims, Michelle and I both went to the Wednesday night nude yoga classes with D’Shawna, Will, and Rachel. I was surprised at the number of nude activities available in Columbus. D’Shawna explained that “the university draws a lot of free-thinkers here and some stay. It’s a more open-minded town with more going on than you’d expect.”

We also had our private get-togethers, usually at D’Shawna and Bill’s house or at someone’s apartment so we could go nude. Michelle repeatedly said she preferred being nude to being clothed, no matter who saw her. I didn’t live with Michelle long before I reached the same point. Michelle admitted that was exactly what she wanted to accomplish.

One evening in February, Michelle brought home a new acquisition. It was a book of sexual positions, with pictures. I have no idea where she got it. She said, “trying new things will keep our sex life exciting.” I told her sex with her was always exciting, but we worked our way through the book anyway. Some positions were ones we should have thought of on our own. Some were quite strenuous. We tried them all. We couldn’t get each other off in all of them but trying them with her was a lot of fun.

Michelle’s lease expired at the end of May, and we wanted a larger place. We looked at apartments, but nothing grabbed us. We were talking about it at the last nude swim in April when I said, “if this is a permanent relationship, maybe we should look at a house.”

Michelle looked at me silently for a moment before smiling and asking, “Do you want us to be permanent?”

“Very much,” I replied.

“‘Permanent’ as in married?” Michelle asked.

I had thought about that but shied away from suggesting it. She had now used the “M” word. It was time, I thought, to take a firm position. “Yes,” I said, “I want to be married to you.”

“What an amazing coincidence,” Michelle said.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want to be married to you, too,” she replied.

No words I had ever heard made me as happy as those. Still, I said, “I’m twice your age.”

“I know and I don’t care,” Michelle replied.

“Ok, I said. Let’s make this official: Michelle Reed, will you marry me?”

“Yes, I will,’ she said.

Michelle has taken pleasure ever since in telling everyone she can that she and I were both naked when I proposed. It did set a norm for our marriage that we’ve adhered to ever since, but that’s getting ahead of the story. The swim was on Saturday evening. Michelle and I each took long lunch hours on Monday and picked out her engagement ring.

I was about to leave the office Monday evening when my phone rang. It was Beck. I hadn’t spoken to him in several months. His first words were, “You can’t be serious.”

I knew, of course, what he was referring to. “More serious than I’ve ever been about anything,” I replied.

“But you’re twenty-five years older than she is!”” Beck replied.

“I’m not going to give you that ‘age is just a number” bullshit,” I said. “What I will tell you is that we love each other, and we work extraordinarily well together. I’ve never imagined, much less met, another woman remotely like Michelle.”

“Fuck,” Beck said.

“Why ‘fuck’?” I asked.

“She said more-or-less the same thing,” Beck replied. “I guess there is no chance of talking either of you out of it, is there?”

“I wouldn’t have asked her if I could be talked out of it,” I said.

“She says she asked you,” Beck replied, “but she said the same thing about being talked out of it. She’s my only child!”

“Am I that terrible?” I asked.

“No, but it’s, it’s too weird, like some realty TV show, my oldest friend marrying my daughter,” Beck answered. “And Yvonne is furious.”

“Beck,” I said, “I’m not intentionally being inconsiderate of your feelings or Yvonne’s. But Michelle’s feelings matter most to me. I’m convinced this is what she wants. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be doing it.”

“She’s only 24!” Beck said plaintively.

“You and Yvonne got married at 23,” I said. “You’re saying Michelle’s judgment is worse at 24 than yours and Yvonne’s was at 23?”

“But” Beck said, “we were both twenty-three! You’re an old man!”