She rode naked as a big ‘Fuck You’ to her cheating husband

“Oh! . . . Oh! . . . Oh!”

Every time Megan, a pretty blond coed, dropped herself down on her lover’s steely dick, she cooed.

“My angel, I love the look on your face and the noises you utter when we make love,” Leo, her partner of six months, said.

As Megan rode him girl-on-top style, Leo raised his hands, caressed her small, firm breasts and said, “Angel, thank you for no longer tanning topless. When I see your whiter than white breasts, I smile and know you love me. Your pale skin is a symbol of your fidelity to me. Not only don’t you have sex with others, you don’t lay out in the sun and allow other men to view you. That is a great gift that I treasure.”

He lifted up and kissed each of her petite, well-formed breasts and then said, “Your breasts are wonderful.”

The young woman smiled and said to herself, “He likes my boobs! Finally, a guy who isn’t disappointed by my small breasts.”

She was so anxious about her small tits and hungry for any compliment, that she didn’t hear the possessive way he spoke about her body. If she had the ability to read his mind, she would have heard him chuckling and saying, “Girl, your body is mine. Exclusively. I demand it not be sullied or even viewed by any man.”

He reclined on the bed and pumped his ample dick in and out of her tight hole.

She rode his cock with urgency and said, “Oh, God! Leo! Don’t stop! You’re going to make me cum again!”

He said, “I’m going to fuck you until I feel your sweet pussy clench my big, fat dick.”

The twenty-five-year-old man picked up the pace and drove the beautiful, twenty-one-year-old college junior to her second glorious orgasm of the day.

“Oh, God. Oh, God! Oh, GOD!” she screamed and grabbed the sheet on her dorm bed. Her grip was so strong that her fingernails almost punctured the cloth.

Her body froze. She stopped breathing as fireworks went off in her brain and endorphins were dumped into her bloodstream. The fit woman with long, blond hair was overwhelmed with a sensation of pleasure that radiated throughout her body.

As her hairless cunt spasmed and grabbed his dick, Leo cried out, “Oh, my Angel!”

He thrust his cock deep inside her, held it there, and blasted cum on her innermost parts. The couple lay in silence and basked in their post-orgasmic glow.

Several minutes passed and then Megan kissed Leo loudly on the lips. “Mwah!” I love you! You make me cum every time. You have more stamina than any man I’ve known.”

“Practice makes perfect,” he said. Then, he added a laughed and said, “Just kidding.”

She got up and walked naked to the bathroom. Her long, loose blond hair touched her ass. She pissed, cleaned up, and washed her hands. When she stepped out of the bathroom, she had a wet washcloth.

“Catch,” she said as she threw it at him.

He didn’t. The wet rag hit him on the shoulder and fell into his lap. He picked it up and wiped his messy cock.

“I miss you when you’re out of town on business,” she said.

“Sorry, Angel. I had to meet with some people about a new app. I hate being away from you, but I have to earn money to pay the rent.”

She walked over to her desk, grabbed the coffees he’d brought with him when he came to her dorm for this impromptu, morning fuck session. She said, “You’re doing better than just paying the rent. Your last two apps were great. Everyone uses them.”

She went to the bed and handed him his cup. She sat cross-legged on the mattress and they both enjoyed the lukewarm coffee.

“What should we do tonight?” she asked.

“Come to my place when you’re done with your lab. We can go out for dinner or order take-out, stay home, and watch a movie.”

“Cool.” She took a sip of coffee, glanced at her vagina, and started laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“My pussy. It’s wide open. You fucked me so long and so hard my labia can’t close.” They both studied her bald, gaping vagina, chuckled, and drank the coffee.

“I’ll let you get dress,” he said after he downed the last of his drink. They both got up and got dress. He left. She put on makeup and brushed her teeth and hair. Fifteen minutes later, she headed to her 10:30 lab in the science building.

As she climbed the steps, her friend, Abby, exited the building and said, “Meg, class has been canceled. Some idiots got carried away with their laser experiment. They blew fuses, burnt wires, and damaged a breaker box. The building only has enough power for the emergency lights.”

“Oh.”

“Want to get a coffee?” the friendly redhead asked.

“Sure.”

The two juniors talked about their classes and their lives as the walked to the school’s cafeteria. They got a fresh, hot cup of Joe. Megan yawned and took a sip. Abby laughed and said, “It looks like you need some caffeine, sleepyhead.”

Megan smiled broadly and said, “Yes, my sleep was interrupted. Leo got back in town and came by. He ate me to a screaming orgasm and then, I rode him to a second.”

“No wondered you’re tired!” Abby said. She laughed and said, “I’m lucky if I have two orgasms in a week. Do you like this guy? He sounds like a keeper.”

“I like him and he is a keeper,” Megan gushed. “He’s out of school, has his own business, and makes good money. We go out to restaurants and clubs. We take trips together and he’s always buying me gifts. He set up an account for me at a spa. Every month, he insists I go and get a manicure, pedicure, and a Brazilian. I’ve also had massages and had my hair done there. It’s great.”

“So your guy likes a cleared field!” Abby teased. “I’m kidding! I’m jealous. I can’t afford to go to a salon to get waxed so I shave. I have to put up with cuts, razor burn, and those damn bumps.”

“He takes care of me and he TAKES care of me! He’s a great lover. You know how guys our age get excited and spurt just when you’re getting into it?”

“Absolutely. Too often, they’ve left me unsatisfied. I’ve had to finish the job after they’ve left more times than I care to count.”

“Right! Leo makes sure I cum first. Always. Usually, I cum twice before he has an orgasm.

“Wow!”

“Yes. And the best part is he loves me. He’s never made a crack about my little boobs.”

“You’re beautiful. They are perfect,” Abby reassured her as any good friend would.

Megan accepted her words in the spirit they were offered. She didn’t gripe that that’s easy to say when you’re the woman blessed with big, beautiful C cups. She replied, “Thanks.”

Abby wondered if Leo was such a considerate lover and accepted her petite boobs because he was small downstairs. She asked, “I’m glad to hear that Leo takes good care of you. Does he have a big dick?”

Megan giggled and said, “No. It’s an average length and thickness. What’s remarkable is he has such control. You know how sometimes your orgasms eludes you? It’s building, building, building and then slips away.”

Abby nodded and said, “Yes. That’s annoying as hell and most guys I’ve been with can’t go the extra mile and get me off. They shoot their wad before I cum.”

“That doesn’t happen with Leo. If I cum in five minutes or if I need twenty, he waits for me.”

“Wow! We have to get him to teach a class.”

“He’s a wonderful lover and it’s great he has money, but he’s not without his quirks. For one, no sex when I’m on my period.”

“I like that rule. It’s messy and usually my cramps are so bad I’m not in the mood,” Abby confessed.

“And no anal anything,” Megan said. “I don’t miss a guy shoving his big dick up my tiny butthole without the proper amount of lube, but you know, it’s nice to be surprised now and then, with a finger up the poop chute. I’ve had some great orgasms that way. But for him, my asshole is strictly off limits.”

“Huh,” Abby grunted. “Usually, guys like to probe. I’m not an anal queen, but I do enjoy an occasional trip on the Hershey Highway.”

“Lastly, he doesn’t want me to get a tan. He says I’m sexy looking with pale, white skin.”

“It is a good look. It makes your red lipstick pop. And it’s better for you. No skin cancer. As a melanin-challenged redhead who can’t tan, burns easily, and get these ridiculous freckles, I’d be glad if pale and pasty became the new look!”

They finished their coffee and went their separate ways. Megan was heading back to her dorm when she thought, “I don’t have any school work that needs doing. I think I’ll go to Leo’s place and surprise him. His apartment is much nicer than my dorm room and I can soak in his fabulous spa tub if he’s busy.”

She caught a bus and then, walked to his apartment. She used her key to let herself in. She heard sounds coming from the bedroom and headed that way. The door was open. She saw two naked people. A curvy, brunette woman was on her hands and knees on top of the bed. Leo was behind her fucking her doggie-style.

Megan was gobsmacked. She could move or speak. She stood there staring and not believing what she was seeing. Leo leisurely fucked the pale, voluptuous woman. She moaned and cooed. They were comfortable together. Meg got the vibe that this wasn’t the first time they’d had sex.

He said, “My angel, I love the noises you utter when we make love.” He reached around and grabbed one of her huge, hanging breasts and said, “God, I love big tits.” He played with the soft flesh and tugged on her nipples causing her to moan loudly.

“Oh! Oh!”

“My angel, thank you for no longer tanning topless. I love your whiter than white breasts. Your pale skin is a symbol of your modesty, chastity, and fidelity to me. Not only don’t you share your body with others guys, you don’t allow other men to view you. That is a great gift. I treasure it.”

She said, “No other man sees me naked or makes love to me because I know you love me and you do it so well.”

“Practice makes perfect,” he said with a laugh. “I’m going to fuck you until I feel your sweet pussy clench my big, fat dick.”

“Oh, God!” she moaned. “Fuck your angel!”

He picked up the pace. In and out. In and out. His cock rapidly penetrated her. His dick stroked her pleasure sensors and made her cum.

The woman cried out, “Oh. Oh! Ohh!” She shuddered and orgasmed.

Leo continued to pound her big, round ass. When he came, he jabbed his dick deep inside her and said, “Oh, my beautiful angel!”

Megan felt betrayed. Her anger boiled up inside her. She shouted, “What do you mean she’s your angel?”

She broke the spell and the two orgasming adults looked her way. Megan’s face showed how furious she was. Her teeth were clenched. Her eyes squinted as she stared daggers at the pair. She said, “You bastard! It’s bad enough that you’re cheating on me, but you don’t even bother to come up with new lines and a new pet name!

“Bitch, I don’t know who you are and I don’t care, but two hours ago, I was his angel. My pale, white breasts excited him. It was my angelic pussy that clenched his dick and triggered his orgasm.

“Leo, now I understand what you meant when you said ‘Practice makes perfect’. How many girls are you fucking? I’m not amused. Girl, you can have the smooth-talking, cheating bastard. I’m done!”

She turned on her heels and marched out of the building. She sat on a bench under a large oak tree and cried until she had no more tears.

^^^July 11th^^^ Home on summer vacation

“I didn’t know I had a Great Aunt Elswyth,” said the pretty, twenty-one-year-old woman. Megan brought her hand to her ass-length, blond hair and tucked it behind her ear and over her shoulder. She was in her mother’s living room.

“I met her once when my mother and I visited our relatives in England. She was old then. I remember her because she asked me if I knew what my name meant. I said, ‘No.’ She said, I was descended from Anglo-Saxon royalty and that Cyne meant a royal person. I liked having a name with a meaning. When you were born, I chose an old Anglo-Saxon name for you. Megan means a strong and capable woman.”

“Cool. Does Elswyth mean anything?” Megan asked.

Her mother laughed and said, “It means elf from the willow trees.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Before science, people came up with some weird ideas to explain why things happened. They believed in magic and supernatural creatures.”

Cyne handed her daughter a gold ring. “This is for you. Your Great Aunt left it to you in her will.”

Megan took the jewelry and studied it. “It’s beautiful. What do these symbols mean?”

She held it out so her mother could see them. Cyne said, “The marks are called runes. It’s a Germanic alphabet. The Egyptians had hieroglyphs. They had runes. Let’s look them up on the computer and see what it means.”

Megan fired up her computer. Together, they sat on the sofa and compared the symbols on the ring to a chart online. Cyne said, “Let’s see. The first means ‘hero’. The middle one is ‘horse’ and the last one is ‘ride’.”

“Hero horse ride? I don’t know what that means,” Megan said, “but the ring is pretty.” She slipped it on the ring finger of her left hand. “Look. It fits.”

Her mother smiled and said, “I guess it was meant for you.” She put her arm around her daughter, hugged her, and said, “I’m glad to have you back home for summer break.”

^^^July 13th^^^

Megan came into the kitchen and joined her mother for breakfast. Cyne was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee. She had on a loose, untied, royal blue robe over her cotton nightgown. The thigh length gown was covered with images of horses. The v-neck showed the top of her modest, braless breasts.

Megan was wearing a cute and comfortable romper. Across the top was printed “I’m not a Morning Person”. Her erect nipples dented the soft cotton fabric. Her mother glanced at her, read the message, laughed, and said, “Ha. The words on your shirts have never been truer. You looked like you didn’t sleep a wink.”

An exhausted looking Megan slid into a chair. Her mother got up and poured her a cup of coffee. Megan said, “I told you I haven’t been sleeping well since my break up with Leo. I dream and see him screwing that other girl.”

Cyne’s heart went out to her daughter. She placed the cup on the table and squeezed her daughter’s hand.

Megan continued, “This time I had a different dream. I was out in public naked.”

Her mother said, “You know, that’s one of the most common dreams. It could be because of your breakup. Experts say this dream can mean you feel vulnerable or insecure.”

“I’m over him. It’s been six weeks. I’m done crying and wasting time wondering why he cheated on me. He’s an asshole. Case closed.”

Cyne smiled. She was happy that her daughter was putting the incident behind her. She said, “Dream interpretations are pretty fluid. Your new dream can also mean the opposite. It could symbolize that you feel confident. That you don’t care what others think. That you’re strong and proud. How did you feel in your dream? Guilty, ashamed, embarrassed, or free and confident?”

“I didn’t feel any of those things. Actually, I felt nothing. It was like the woman with the long, blond hair wasn’t me.”

“I’m taking it as a good sign. That you’re over him. He didn’t deserve you. You’re a great girl.”

She smiled at her daughter. She stood, turned away from her, and looked out the window. She did this because she was losing the fight to hold back her tears. She was sad her little girl had been hurt. Tears rolled done her cheeks. She grabbed a dish towel and dabbed them while her daughter was distracted looking at her phone.

Cyne took a deep breath to settle herself and said, “It looks like it will be a bright, sunny day. Don’t forget, you promised to go to the art museum with me tomorrow.”

“Yes, ma’am. You’re on my calendar.”

“I’ve got to leave for work. Will you be home for dinner?” Cyne said.

“Probably not. I’m running errands this morning. After lunch, I’m going over to Abby’s house. We’re going to swim and lay out in the sun.”

“That’s a good idea. You’re as pale as a ghost.”

^^^

Jenny, a friend of Abby’s, was with her at Abby’s pool. Both had on bikinis. Abby was sitting on a chair in the shade provided by a large umbrella. She had on a white bikini. It was a good color for her. It contrasted well with her red hair and gave her skin the appearance of a tan. Of course, great boobs are always an asset when you wear a bikini. Abby had a nice set.

The bikini of her chubby friend had trouble containing her curves. Her big breasts looked like they would burst out of her halter top. Some of her stomach fat rolled over the front edge of her bikini bottom. The skimpy material in the back couldn’t hide all her cellulite.

Jennie asked, “When are the guys coming over?”

“Around three. I invited Megan too,” the perky redhead said. “Be nice to her. She was devastated when she found out Leo was cheating on her. ”

“Her rich, handsome dream boy turned out to be a nightmare,” Jennie said. “I knew he was too good to be true.”

Abby gave her a hard look. Jennie said, “I’ll be nice”

“Good,” Abby said. “Tom is bringing over a friend.”

Jenny laughed and said, “Oh. So you’re setting her up with someone? You’re going with ‘The best way to get over someone is to get under someone else’ strategy.”

“Yes. It wouldn’t be a cliché if it didn’t work. Haven’t you ever put a ‘dick bandage’ over the hole in your heart?”

“Yes,” Jennie answered and giggled.

“Here she is,” Abby said. She got up and greeted her friend. “Hello, Megan. I love your suit.”

“Hello, thanks. Hi, Jennie.”

“Hi, Megan,” the fat girl said. She got up and walked toward her.

Megan joined them at the pool. She was wearing a simple, blue and white striped bikini. It wasn’t super sexy, but it was perfect for tanning. It didn’t have cute cut-outs or crisscrossing straps that would lead to weird tan lines. She’d brought her sunglasses, a hat, a towel, and was wearing flip-flops. Her long, blond hair was in a braid and hung down her back.

Hugs were exchanged. Everyone got a beer and lay on a lounge chair by the pool. They put on suntan lotion, sunned themselves, drank, and caught up. Abby asked, “Are you okay? Are you over Leo?”

“Yes.”

“He was an arrogant prick. I never liked him,” Jenny said. “Even before he hit on me.”

“What? When? Why didn’t you tell me?” Megan asked.

“It was the night you announced you were a couple. He saddled up to me and said, ‘How ya doing?’ Then he put his hand on my ass and said, ‘Want to slip away for some fun?’. I said, ‘No.’ and got away from him.”

Megan had a sad look on her face. Jenny explained, “I didn’t say anything because earlier that night you’d told me you were so happy, so in love. I didn’t want to ruin things for you. I kept quiet. He’d been drinking. I gave him a pass and hoped it was the alcohol talking.”

Megan sighed and said, “Three weeks later, I caught him banging a brunette after he left my bed.”

Abby said, “Sorry. I know it hurts. Sadly, we’ve all been there. The experts say it takes six weeks to get over a bad break up. Are you coming around?”

“Yes. I’ve cried. I’ve cursed him. The worst part was I doubted myself. I ask myself questions like, ‘Did I deserve it? Should I have seen it coming?'”

“No. No. No!” Jennifer said. “He cheated. It’s all on him.”

Abby said, “After my last break-up, I found it helpful to meditate a few minutes every day and to focus on loving me. That kept me from doing stupid stuff, like binge eating or drinking too much.”

Megan nodded. Jenny looked over her shoulder and saw that the boys had arrived. She gave a sly smile and said, “When you fall down, you have to get up. You have to get back in the game.”

Abby’s boyfriend, Tom, bellowed, “Hello, ladies!”

Robbie, Jennie’s current boyfriend, let loose a wolf whistle and said, “My. My. My. Look at all that prime beef!” The fat man ogled all the girls.

All the females turned toward the noise. Abby and Jennie smiled seeing their boyfriends and got up to greet them. Megan saw the third guy and frowned. She hissed at her friends, and said, “I can’t believe you bitches set me up.”

The boyfriends hugged their girls. Then, Tom said, “Everyone, this is Mike Trevose. Mike, the beauty in my arms is Abby. That’s Jennie with Robbie. And the gorgeous blond is Megan.”

The well-built, medium height, sandy-haired guy with kind eyes and an easy smile, waved to all and said, “Hello.” He went to the empty lounge next to Megan and sat down. The sun struck a metal building by the pool and reflected the light onto Megan. It made her blond hair shimmer and sparkle.

“The sun is bouncing off the shed and your blond hair is shining like you have a halo. You look like an angel.”

She scowled at him and barked, “What? Why did you use that word? Why are you here?”

“Huh?” He drew back surprised by her anger. He said, “The guys said we were going swimming. It’s a hot day and it sounded good to me.”

“Did they tell you I’d be here? Did they promise you a broken-hearted girl who was a prime candidate for rebound sex?” she accused him.

His jaw dropped. He gave her an ‘Are you crazy?’ look. He said nothing but thought, “Why are so many of the pretty one’s psychos?”.

Megan stared at him. She had spit on her lip. She either didn’t notice or care. It sat there as she said, “You come in here all friendly like. I know what you are. You’re a player in board shorts. Do you even know how to surf?”

“I grew up in Southern California and surfed nearly every day. After my father died in a car accident and my grandmother took ill, Mom and I decided we should move here to be with my grandparents and help out. Maybe you know them. The Watsons at Hallelujah Acres?”

Mike got up and slowly walked away. Megan watched him go. She saw him dive into the pool. There was barely any splash. He swam away quickly using powerful, efficient strokes.

Everyone saw Megan explode and spew venom on Mike. They gave her a wide berth and gathered on the opposite side of the pool. Mike swam a couple of laps, got out of the pool, and was welcomed warmly by Jennie and Abby.

Megan got up to get a drink. She passed on the beer and made herself a margarita. While she had the tequila out, she downed two shots.

“Sorry, Mike. I can’t believe she behaved that way,” Abby said.

Jennie chipped in, “Her last boyfriend really did a number on her.”

“I know how devastating a break up can be when your partner stomps on your heart,” he responded without malice.

The four talked more. Megan gulped down her drink and went over to the group. She was unrepentant and said, “What the hell, Abby? You invite me over to swim and then spring a blind date on me?”

“It wasn’t like that. Tom said he met a nice guy. I thought this would be a chance for all of us to chill and hang out. It’s not a date,” Abby explained.

It was as if Megan didn’t hear a thing she’d said. Her words were slurred as she said to everyone, “He’s not even my type. I’m 5′ 7″. I like my men to be at least be six feet tall.” She turned to Mike and demanded, “How tall are you?”

“5′ 9″.”

“That’s not enough. When I wear heels, I’ll be taller than you. Just because you’re pretty with your blond hair, and blue eyes and you have big arms and wide shoulders, I’m not going to date you. I’ve been fooled by guys with a nice appearance. It’s what’s on the inside that counts.”

Abby stood, went to her friend, guided her away, and said quietly, “Let’s ease up on the booze and be nice. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Jennie said, “Guys, why don’t you go for a swim?” She too went to her friend.

The men quickly exited. The women calmed their friend. The three of them eventually lay on the lounges in the sun.

The guys drank and splashed about. Robbie came to Jennie. He sat beside her on the edge of her lounge. She was lying on her stomach. He rubbed her wide bottom and then, slapped her hard on the butt. He said, “Baby, that’s a fine looking ass.”

“Ouch!” she cried. “Don’t be so rough.”

“That’s not what you said last night. You were gagging for it and begging me to slam it into you hard and fast.”

“Robbie!” Jennie screamed and sat up. Her face was red. “That’s private stuff. How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough.” He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard on the lips. She struggled and then surrendered to the desire of the fat, young man. When Robbie finished the kiss, he moved away from her. He had unsnapped her bikini top while they were kissing. Now, he yanked it off her and run away with it.

Jennie was too shock to cover up and everyone saw her saggy, bare breasts. “Ahh!” she shrieked and crossed her arms over her boobs. “Give me back my top!” she shouted. Her voice quivered and tears flowed from her eyes.

“Your saggy tits deserve a chance to get some sunshine,” Robbie said and then tittered. He added, “You know, how the flowers of plants look up and turn toward the sun? Let’s see if your tired, downward facing nipples turn into perky, upturned ones.”

Mike got up and went over to him. He said, “That’s a dick move. Give her her top back.”

The pudgy, intoxicated guy was taller and outweighed Mike. He didn’t back down. He said with a sneer, “What? Are you going to make me?”

“Yes.” Mike adopted a boxer’s stance and pounded Robbie’s flabby stomach with a quick combination of punches. The over-weight bully cried out in pain and crumpled over. Mike grabbed the top and took it to Jennie.

“Thank you,” she said. She flashed her breasts as she put the bikini top on. Then, she turned to Robbie and said, “We’re done. Get out of my sight!” and then added, “Oh, the reason I asked you to fuck me hard is that your dick is so short and skinny that if you don’t pound me, I don’t feel anything.”

“You bitch!” Robbie shouted. He got up and lunged at Jennie. Mike blocked his path. The two fell to the ground and wrestled. Mike got the better of him again. Tom came over and said, “I’ll take the fat bastard home.”

He and Mike helped him stand. Robbie tripped over his own feet and fell. He reached out trying to keep his balance and ended up ripping and pulling Mike’s bathing suit down. Everything and everyone stopped and looked at the new guy with his shorts around his ankles. They couldn’t help but see was his genitals.

Mike had a healthy piece of meat between his legs. His balls and penis were completely visible because 99% of his pubic hair was gone. He had a small soul patch above his cock. What was also plainly evident was this wasn’t the first time he’d had his pants off. He had no tan line.

“Oh, for Christ’s sake! This one was my favorite,” Mike said. He pulled up his ripped shorts. A big flap in the middle exposed his cock.

Abby looked him up and down and smiled. She said, “You have no tan line. I’m guessing this isn’t the first time you’ve been out in the sunshine with no clothes.”

“I’m nudist,” he said plainly.

“Why do you go around without clothes?” Megan asked with the simplicity of a child or in her case, someone who was drunk.

“I enjoy the freedom and it’s a sensual experience. I don’t want a barrier interfering with my enjoyment of nature. I want to feel the warm sunshine or a soft breeze on my skin. I don’ see the point in wearing clothes to swim or use a hot tub. What’s the logic in wearing clothing in order to get wet? If it isn’t logical to wear them in the shower or bathtub, why wear them in a swimming pool or at the beach? If I’m trying to get a tan, why bother to cover up?”

“That makes sense,” Abby said.

“I am what I am,” Mike said. “Accept or reject me for who I am, not for what I have on. Does wearing Gucci shoes or an Armani suit make someone a better person? I don’t think so. Please judge me on my character, not my clothes.

“It’s also about freedom, I want to experience the world without filters. I want to experience it on my terms. When I am in society, I follow society’s rules, but when I’m in private, in my house or in a private club with like-minded people, I won’t let anyone tell me what to wear.

“No one owns me. No one can ridicule or body shame me and break my will. God created me this way. If it’s good enough for him, it should be good enough for everyone else.”

“I wish I had your confidence,” Jennie said.

“Tomorrow is Natitional Nude Day. If any of you want to try this lifestyle, join me at my grandparents’ farm. My mom is hosting a get together. There’ll be a potluck supper, music, swimming, and games. Everyone is welcome.”

Abby brought him a towel and said, “Here cover up. Give me your shorts. I’m a whiz with a needle. I’ll mend them.” Before she handed him the towel, she made sure to get one last look at his cock.

Tom got Robbie to his feet and said, “Stay, Mike. I’ll get him home and come back.”

“Thanks, for the offer Abby, but these swimming trunks are toast. I’ll help Tom get Robbie home. After being yelled at, involved in a domestic abuse situation, and losing my best board shorts, I’m ready to call it a day.”

He used one hand to hold up his shorts and the other to maneuver Robbie into the car. The guys drove off.

Megan said,”I’m going too. Sorry for ruining your party. I don’t know why I got so angry at Mike. I was a bitch on wheels.”

“Leo mistreated you and you’re angry,” Abby said. “It’s understandable, but you can’t attack all men. Mike seems like a nice guy.”

“I’d say he’s better than nice. Above average in my estimation,” Jennie said and giggled. When she said the last couple of words she held out both hands a foot apart. The reference to his dick was caught by everyone. The three young women burst out laughing.

^^^

Megan went home. She was distressed. Everyone has a way to relieve stress. Some people exercise, others listen to music or sleep. For Megan, baking did the trick. It occupied her mind. She enjoyed the pleasant aroma and having something delicious to share with family and friends. Baking always made her feel better.

She made three blueberry pies. That night, she and her mother had grilled chicken on a spinach salad followed by a slice of blueberry pie with vanilla ice cream.

Megan slept poorly. She tossed and turned in her bed. She had a vivid dream of a blond woman from another era. Like a fly on the wall, she saw bits and pieces of her life. The woman was angry with a man. He demanded respect but gave none. He demanded blind obedience but broke his vows. She wanted justice and got it.

^^^July 14th^^^

Morning came and Megan shuffled down to the kitchen. She and her mother were similarly attired in cotton sleeping tees. Neither had on bras or panties. The summer’s night had been too hot to wear more than the cotton shirts.

Cyne smiled at her daughter and said, “Another rough night?”

Megan poured herself a cup of coffee and joined her mother at the kitchen table. “Does it show?” She sighed and took a sip of the hot liquid. She said, “I had a restless night. My afternoon was bad too. I bit some poor boy’s head off. He said something and it triggered a memory of Leo. I became enraged and screamed at him.

“Turns out he was a good guy. An interesting, good-looking guy who because of my behavior now thinks I’m a psycho. There aren’t many good ones out there and there is one less potential boyfriend for me.” ^^^

“Hurry, we’ll be late,” Cyne said as she parked the car in the museum’s parking lot. She jumped out of the car.

“Yes, ma’am.” Megan said teased her mom adding,”The presentation doesn’t begin for fifteen minutes.”

Cyne’s high heels clicked tap-tap-tap as she quickly walked across the concrete. “Come on,” she called over her shoulder, “I want to get a good seat.”

Her middle-aged breasts bounced provocatively as she bounded up the steps. “Careful, Mom,” Megan razzed the eager art lover, “the girls are flying around and are likely to leap out of your dress.”

“Oh, you!” she responded dismissively, but she recognized the wisdom of her words. She took her advice and slowed her pace.

They went into the auditorium, got seats near the front, and waited for the presentation to begin. A thin gentleman, wearing a linen suit and a bow tie walked onto the stage. He self-consciously fussed with his hair making sure the comb-over was strategically placed to disguise the fact that he was practically bald.

He went up to the podium and said, “Good afternoon, fellow art lovers. I am Winston Grumfellow. Today, we will see and discuss some world-class art. It’s a beautiful summer day and I’m feeling whimsical. We don’t always have to deal with serious subjects, like war or why Van Gogh cut off his ear. I’ve chosen a lighter theme for today’s presentation. One suggested by today’s date.”

He paused and looked out over the small audience with a sly smile and said “Today is July 14. And no, I’m not referring to the day in 1223 when Louis VIII became king of France upon the death of his father, Philip II. July 14th is National Nude Day!”

The audience chuckled.

“The founder of National Nude Day is unknown, but when I think of famous nude people in history, Lady Godiva comes to mind. You all know the story. Godiva was troubled by the crippling taxes her husband, Leofric, had levied on the citizens of Coventry. After she repeatedly asked him to lessen the burden, Leofric quipped that he would lower the taxes only if she rode naked on horseback through the center of town. He never expected, the high born woman to consider the idea for a moment.

“He underestimated his wife. She was determined to help the townsfolk. Godiva stripped off her clothes, climbed on her horse, and galloped through the market square with only her long, flowing, blond hair to cover herself. Before leaving, she ordered the people of Coventry to remain inside their homes and not peek, but one man named Tom, couldn’t resist opening his window to get an eyeful. Upon doing so, this “Peeping Tom” was struck blind.

“After finishing her naked ride, Godiva confronted her husband and demanded that he hold up his end of the bargain. Leofric did reduce the people’s taxes.”

Winston pushed a button and a painting appeared on a screen. He said, “Here is Edmund Blair Leighton’s painting depicting the moment of decision when the beautiful Lady Godiva decides to accept Leofric’s challenge.”

Another painting was projected. “Here is Tom Collier’s painting from 1897 titled “Lady Godiva”.”

He pushed a button and another painting was displayed. “This is Marshal Claxton’s painting of the naked Godiva astride her horse.

“They’re also some wonderful sculptures of the ride. Here is one made by Sir William Reid Dick.” He showed it and then another statue and said, “This one was done by John Thomas.”

Winston returned the first image to the screen and went through them all again discussing technique, perspective, balance, how light was used in the paintings, and how the statutes were cast. He also talked about the classical themes woven into the works.

At the end of his lectures, he asked, “Does anyone have a question or comment?”

An ancient lady, barely five feet tall rose and said in a clear voice, “Isn’t there some doubt that the ride ever took place?”

Winston replied, “There is no doubt that Lady Godiva existed. She and her husband were rich, important, and powerful people. They and their deeds were written about.

“Leofric and Godiva were generous benefactors to religious houses. In 1043, Leofric founded and endowed a Benedictine monastery at Coventry on the site of a nunnery destroyed by the Danes in 1016. They were benefactors of other monasteries at Leominster, Chester, Much Wenlock, and Evesham.

“Godiva died in 1067, the year following the Battle of Hastings. At her death, she was one of the four or five richest women in England. Her lands were forfeit to the new king. You know him as William, The Conqueror.

“There is some doubt that the naked ride happened. A couple of things don’t add up. For one, Anglo-Saxon women could own land. Coventry was her property. If she wanted to eliminate or reduce taxes, she didn’t need her husband’s permission, she had the power and authority to do it herself.

“Some might say, okay she has the authority, but what if her husband objected? She had an option to deal with that problem. Divorce existed. If she wasn’t happy with Leofric, she could have kicked him to the curb. She would have been allowed to keep all property she brought into the marriage as well as any minor children.

“The only taxes she couldn’t void were those imposed by the King. The records of that time don’t show any onerous royal taxes. They mention a tax on horses, but there were no harsh taxes on the little hamlet of Coventry.”

The old crone asked, “If the story isn’t true, why has it persisted?”

“Ah, good question,” Winston said. He used his right index finger to slide his glasses back into their proper position before he answered. “It’s a myth. All society propagate myths to teach lessons, build culture, and bind people together. They answer questions like ‘Who are we?’ and ‘How should we behave?'”

“The myth of Lady Godiva tells us we should be concerned about our fellow man and help them. Even if our actions cause us to pay a price. Godiva sacrificed her dignity to help her people. That makes her a hero.”

The old woman said, “So you’re saying the ride didn’t happen, but their society needed a good story so someone made one up. And everyone believed it and repeated it year after year. That seems far-fetched. Don’t you think someone in Coventry would have stood up and said it didn’t happen? I find it hard to believe that the myth-maker could get away with this hoax,” the old woman said and sat down.

Megan stood up and said, “I think the ride happened, but the reasons for it have been made up.”

“This is a new twist,” Winston said. “Please, share with us your theory.”

“The story that this was about taxes was made up to allow the husband, Leofric to save face. The true reason would have been embarrassing to Leofric. You see, he was an important man. He served as the Earl of Mercia for nearly thirty years. That made him the second most powerful Earl in Britain after Godwin, the Earl of Wessex. Only the King was more powerful than these two men.

“Leofric and Godiva came from wealthy and influential families. People of their rank did not marry for love. It was more a merger that benefited both sides. It was important that an heir is produced to wield power and make sure the family continued to be wealthy and powerful. Sex was an obligation to be met. After an heir and, in the best case, a spare was produced, each party was free to find love or companionship with a person of their choosing. The expectation was that this would be done discreetly.

“Leofric took many lovers and was not discreet. That was bad form. What was unforgivable to Godiva was that he slept with women below his station. This was a slap in the face of Lady Godiva. She was humiliated.

“The ride was payback. In spades. As a Lady, Godiva was expected to be modest and dignified at all times. What better way to get back at her asshole husband than for Lady Godiva to parade through town naked? She allowed her body, which in theory was the exclusive domain of the Earl, to be seen by all, including lowly commoners.

“Her naked ride was a big middle finger to her husband. She turned the tables on him and completely humiliated her husband.”

“That’s an intriguing theory,” Winston said. “It is plausible. If the naked ride took place, the Earl would have tried to float an alternative scenario to explain it. Something that would put him in a better light. He changed the storyline to one where his wife was courageous and caring and he was benevolent and a man of honor who kept his word and reduced the taxes.”