The Au Naturel Girls

by Bawdy Bloke

“Oh would it really matter if I did think you were gay? No, it's not a problem and I don't. I just don't see why you think it's a problem.”

  “Well it's just weird,” Adam spat back in response and Natalie took a deep breath. “Fuckin' eeeuuhh,” he muttered, contorting his face as expressed disapproval.

  Natalie shook her head and looked at him. “Can you make a roux for me, macho-hetero-man.”

  Adam shrugged. “What's a roux?”

  “Well can you make me a pint of stock?” Natalie asked in an annoyed tone and passed him a vegetable stock cube while she made a flour and butter roux before adding the vegetable stock and milk. Adam just watched as she drained the vegetables, mixed in the sauce and then transferred to a baking dish.

  Natalie kissed him on the cheek as she closed the oven door. “You do look sexy in a pink apron,” she teased. “I got some pink things in my room you might like to try on.” Adam's eyes sparkled as she burst out laughing and pulled the kettle to her. “Tea?”

  Natalie made them all a cup of tea and then took out the meal from the oven, dishing up the vegetarian dish onto four plates. Adam enjoyed the meal – Natalie's Parsnip and Carrot Bake was a lot better than he expected and she passed yoghurts around after dinner to everyone.

  Sarah took the plates and stacked them in the kitchen, promising to do them later and idly wandered into the room. “Film?”

  “I'm not in the mood,” Tabitha replied and Adam hesitated, he wondered whether he could put his game on. “Pub?”

  “I don't fancy going out,” Sarah replied and stretched her legs. “A game?”

  “How about Twister?” Adam asked with a smile.

  The naked girls looked at him and Sarah giggled. “Strip Poker?”

  “We could watch Saturday night telly?” Tabitha suggested and Sarah looked over to Natalie.

  “Actually could I have a massage?”

  Natalie smiled and rubbed her eyes. “Yeah sure. But you can run up and get my oils and table.” Sarah leapt up from the chair and strode over to the door. “You know where they are, don't you?”

  “Yeah,” came the dismissive response from the stairs.

  “Massage? Are you a massage parlour ...”

  “Be fuckin' careful how you finish that sentence,” Natalie warned him and Adam froze. “No, I do not do massages professionally but I have been taught how to do them properly.”

  “Oh right.”

  “It was a night course. And no, I am not a whore.”

  “OK. I was just ask … well you know what I mean,” he replied and watched as Sarah bounded into the room carrying a giant case and a small box.

  “Move,” Natalie told him and Adam curled up his legs on the chair and watched as Natalie unzipped the case and removed a folded up table that went to be six foot in length and three foot high with bright blue padding on top. She pulled a coffee table towards her and opened a box which had a multitude of trays on it and looked at her house mate. “Tired?”

  Sarah nodded and looked at her friend who picked up a small bottle and poured some straw-coloured oil into it. She then rifled through her trays and selected two small bottles, each adding a handful of drips to the mixture which was then sealed with a lid containing a pump and she shook it gently.

  “Is it OK?” Sarah asked and Natalie helped her onto the massage table which creaked gently. Adam watched transfixed as Tabitha put a chill-out CD on the battered music box in the corner and Natalie turned off the main light, using just the reading lights for illumination.

  She pumped the container a couple of times and rubbed the oil into her hands, her eyes meeting those of Adam and then deftly ran her hands over the naked back of Sarah. Tabitha had closed her eyes and was leaning back in the chair, enjoying the aromas that wafted gently through the room and sank into the foam cushion, listening to the music.

  Adam's eyes darted around the room and Natalie beckoned him up, pumping a small amount of oil into Adam's hands and then moving down to Sarah's buttocks and well-toned legs. She took Sarah's left leg and gently glided her oily hands down it until she reached the back of her knee.

  Adam licked his lips and repeated the action, his hands quivering as they touched Sarah's soft skin and firmly rippled it as his hands careered down her legs.

  Natalie smiled and repeated the actions, slowly and gently gliding her hands over the naked girl's body while encouraging the same motions from Adam who was considerably more reticent. Sarah made gentle grunting sounds from time-to-time, but seemed to be dozing and considerably relaxed.

  Natalie smiled at Adam as her fingers darted over Sarah's buttocks and Adam did his best to repeat the fast actions but allowed Natalie to intervene and do the stroke properly.

  “Turn over,” Natalie muttered whispering to Sarah who sighed, and allowed Natalie to support her as she turned to face the ceiling. Adam was given a generous portion of oil and Natalie slid her hands over Sarah's chest, grinning at Adam who didn't manage to hide his delight at putting his oily hands on the young teacher's orbs.

  Sarah mewed as Natalie stroked her firm body and barely noticed that her male house-mate was openly fondling her bosom. Natalie rolled her eyes at him and nodded towards her thighs, which he gleefully glided down to, happily looking at Sarah's shaved mons and tidy slit.

  “You're enjoying this,” Natalie whispered to him but Sarah heard and grinned.

  “Yeah, it's wonderful,” she replied to her misunderstanding and sank into the massage table a bit more.

  Natalie licked her lips and grabbed hold of Sarah's thighs, shooing Adam away. He watched open-mouthed as Natalie got closer and closer to her pussy, her hands brushing against Sarah's labia. He felt his rod stiffen even more and waited for the inevitable touching but neither Sarah or Natalie went any further and he was almost disappointed when Natalie called time on the massage.

  Sarah lay on the table for a few moments, savouring the relaxed state while Natalie left to get a drink of water, returning to find Sarah glassy-eyed and getting off the massage chair. “I'm going to bed,” she explained and looked at her pregnant house-mate. “Night Tab, and Nat, thank you. I really needed that.”

  Natalie looked at her massage bottle and held it out to Tabitha. “Sure you don't want one?”

  Tabitha shook her head and stretched her weary legs. “No, thanks. I am off to bed too. It's …”

  “It's OK,” Natalie replied. “I know the pregnancy makes you tired.”

  Tabitha nodded and used the arm of the chair for leverage, padding out into the hallway. “Night,” the two girls called as they walked up to bed.

  Adam grinned. “Does that offer apply to me?”

  Natalie smiled. “Go on, I suppose so,” she teased and helped Adam onto the massage table. It creaked more ominously as he put his face into the cut out hole.

  “Is this thing OK with my weight.”

  Natalie clicked her joints and hummed. “Yeah. It's OK to 20-odd stone,” she told him and took a generous portion of the oil in her hand and rubbed her hands together, taking a deep breath and touching her male house-mate, pressing firmly on his tense muscles.

  He purred at her touch and she ran her hands over his back, circling his pressure points and using a variety of strokes that had him mewing and groaning appreciatively at her touch.

  He jolted when she gripped his buttocks and tensed up. “Don't be silly,” she told him and Adam slowly relaxed his muscles. They firmed up again and Natalie groaned. “Adam?”

  “Sorry,” he muttered from within the mattress. “Sorry, it's just … umm … I get nervous when touched there.”

  She tutted and poured a generous portion of oil on his hands, gripping and massaging his globes and thighs. He wondered if she was going to push against his bud for a giggle, but she obviously decided against it as he hands swept over his back.

  “Turn over,” she instructed and watched as Adam twisted his legs around and then turned over. She grinned at him and told him to close his eyes, which he did and
her hands started to wander, pressing down on his muscles and then his small beer belly.

  Adam grunted and licked his lips as she did; her touch was confident and firm but not too strong. She skated around his erect cock, and stroked his legs, her fingers twisting as her hands moved down his muscular legs. He purred as she walked around the table and repeated her firm actions with his other leg and then shook the bottle. “Only a little bit left,” she muttered. “Shame to waste it.”

  Adam opened his eyes and watched as she poured the oil on her hands and she pointed towards him, watching as he sank back down and gripped both hands around his shaft.

  Adam gasped as she slid both hands up and down his cock, her oily hands making his pink rod glisten in the half-light. He pursed his lips and sighed; Natalie was excellent as her hands rubbed his cock as if she was trying to start a fire and then pulled the skin downwards, exposing his purple glans at the top of his cock.

  She deftly touched the head, already moist from his pre-cum and then covered in peach kernel oil. He gasped again, swore in intense satisfaction and held his breath.

  Natalie giggled as she pumped his shaft, pouring the last of the oil over his genitals and then sliding her hands over the aromatic liquid.

  Her palm glided over Adam's testicles and he groaned appreciatively as her other hand oscillated over his cock, the movement slick and effortless. Adam grunted and then cried out. “Oh Nat,” he muttered and Natalie allowed her finger to touch his perineum, pressing down firmly on his nerves while her other hand brought him to orgasm.

  He reached the point of no return and breathed out forcefully with a whimper. He gripped the side of the table, his legs quivering and shaking as Natalie pumped him harder and harder until a firm jet of semen shot out of the tip of his cock and landed on his stomach.

  Four more spurts of decreasing intensity gave a line of semen from his belly button to his pubic hair and he laid motionless as he savoured the moment. Natalie pulled out a tissue and wiped her hands before looking at Adam. “No, I don't want anything in return,” she told him as his eyes glistened. “Nothing.”

  “Wow, that was, wow!” Natalie smiled and cocked her head. “You should work in a massage parlour,” he teased and Natalie rolled her eyes.

  Natalie licked her lips and yawned. “It's not a normal service I offer,” she told him. “Certainly not to non-boyfriends.” She hesitated and looked into his grateful eyes. “But you've been good fun this week. But you ain't getting a hand job every massage, ya hear me?”

  Adam nodded and smiled. “Yeah thanks.”

  * * * * *

  “Come on Sis,” Liam implored of his sister as he sat down in the living room.

  “No 'cause you still owe me from last week,” Sarah replied and slouched a bit further in the chair.

  “I'll do your marking for you,” Liam replied. “Tomorrow.”

  Sarah snorted. “Yeah, and what are you going to spend twenty quid on?” Liam hesitated and Sarah shook her head. “I'm getting worried about you. Getting into debt.”

  “It's not like that,” Liam cried and crossed his arms. “It's Olivia and me, our first anniversary and I want to take her out and show her a good time.”

  “So this is for the restaurant?” Sarah asked, cocking her head and Liam hesitated before agreeing with her. “So what is it for?”

  “The restaurant,” Liam answered quickly and Sarah shook her head. “Oh come on, please. I need it.”

  Sarah scratched the top of her legs and watched her brother's eye line. “Tell me why you need it.”

  “The restaurant,” Liam implored and his eyes crossed the room as a naked Natalie wandered in.

  “Oh hiya Liam, you havin' a cuppa?”

  “No, he's not stopping,” Sarah replied and crossed her arms. “He is here to get money from me.”

  “Oh, what for?”

  “We are getting to that.”

  Liam's eyes traced Natalie's curves and he stared up at her. “I want to take a girl to a restaurant,” he started and Natalie giggled.

  “Ahh … what would Olivia say?”

  Liam smirked as Natalie left the room, looking back to his sister. Sarah reached into her handbag and took out two ten pound notes, putting them on the table. “You can have them when you tell me the truth,” she told him and Liam shook his head.

  “I have done,” he whined and Sarah's eyes shot up. “OK. I want to get some vodka for us, OK?”

  Sarah snorted and Liam held out his hands. “Liam, this has to stop.”

  “No, it's fine. We only get smashed on special occasions and anyway I've been sober for ages. Olivia has the house to herself and we are going out to the restaurant, which I have the money for, but I want a drink when I get back.”

  Sarah shook her head and passed him the money. “I want it back,” she told him firmly and watched the teenager pocket the money, smirking at her.

  “Cheers.”

  “And I haven't forgotten the marking,” she told him as he got up. “I got a weeks worth I was going to do tonight. All for you.”

  Liam groaned. “I'm sure teachers aren't supposed to dump their marking on other people.”

  “I call it outsourcing,” Sarah told him seriously. “If it's good enough for my bank it's good enough for me.”

  * * * * *

  Natalie picked up his empty plate and passed it to Sarah. “You off out then.”

  Adam squirmed in his chair. “Yeah, I know we were supposed to be watching a film but Carl's working every other night this week,” Adam said with a shrug. “And I know you got feck all to do for the rest of the week.”

  Natalie stacked the plate and grunted, walking out of the dining room and into the kitchen. She returned with her arms crossed over her bosom and watched as Adam drained his glass of beer. “What are you up to?” She asked Sarah and Tabitha who looked at each other as Adam slipped away from the table. “Because I have been stood up.”

  “Hey!” Adam called. “I've not stood you up, I've just suggested we rearrange it when I am not busy.”

  “You weren't busy today when we arranged it,” Natalie spat back. “I was looking forward to going to the cinema.”

  Adam threw his arms down to his side. “OK. I'll tell Carl that I can't if you are going to be like that.”

  “No. You go and drink beer with your racist friend,” Natalie told him, sweeping her hair back. “I know when I am not wanted.” Adam spluttered and Natalie just looked at her friends. “I don't suppose I could join you for the evening?”

  “If you really want to …” Sarah started and looked at Tabitha. “I've got some marking to do. I set some homework and s'pose I better tell them how badly they've done,” she teased with a grin.

  Adam looked at her again and she waved him away dismissively. “Go on. I don't want to spend it with you now anyway.”

  “Well Carl said I could spend the night ...” Adam muttered as Natalie puffed dramatically. Adam shook his head and rubbed the bridge of his nose before leaving the room to get dressed; Natalie was certainly being moodier than usual in the previous few days – despite his adoption of their naturist ideals and the closeness that the two of them had forged. What was wrong with the bloody woman?

  He left the house and strode towards the pub, wondering about Natalie's motives. He knew the girls did not want him living with them and supposed their adoption of the naturist lifestyle was to make him feel uncomfortable. If so, it was doomed to failure; what guy would seriously not like looking at naked women?

  Sarah was model-like, toned with a flawless body and he never tired of seeing her hips swaying from side-to-side as she walked. She was sexy. Natalie was more so, she may have been carrying a few extra pounds (as was he), but her body was shapely and had interesting curves which was what he found most alluring in a woman.

  Carl was waiting for Adam as he entered the pub and he nodded towards a pint of beer waiting for him at his table. “Fuckin' 'ell. Ya late. Ya turning into a fuckin' bird.”


  Adam snorted and scratched his throat. “It's the 'ormones in the water,” he replied with a grin. “I'll not be able to drive or owt,” he said with a grin and Carl guffawed at his friend's sexism and let out a burp to the disgust of the table next to him. “Students?” He asked the young men who nodded and he snorted.

  “Ya dirty fuckers,” he told them. “And fuckin' skivers. Always want money to spend it on cheap beer and filthy girls.”

  Adam shrugged at their surprised faces and he groaned at his angry friend. “Shall we just … move?” He suggested and Carl downed the last of his drink before looking towards the barmaid and held his glass up.

  “Same again, love.”

  He got up and slapped a five pound note on the counter and passed his beer glass to the young redhead filling a clean glass with the local brewery's beer. Adam watched in almost silence, he knew Carl needed to work on his temper and would get him into trouble by association unless he was careful. It had happened once before, and he knew it would happen again.

  Carl threw himself down onto the seat and took a long sip of his drink, emitting an exaggerated and dramatic sigh as it flooded his gullet. He nodded towards him. “How's work?”

  “Ahh fine,” Adam replied, still only a third of the way through his drink. “Got to get a couple of new people in, fired a couple.”

  “The darkies right? Hand in the till? Can't trust the cunts.”

  A tortured look came over Adam's face. “No. Local lads. Never in work on time.” He was about to point out that the ethnic minorities and Eastern European workers at his company were honest and reliable but thought better of it. He didn't want to upset Carl.

  Carl shook his head and finished his pint. “I'm only working this week 'cos the effin' niggers at our place dain't come to work. I ain't going to Deepdale on Saturday 'cause one of the Polish lads he ain't in. Some bullshit about his kid having cancer.”

  Adam rubbed his cheek. “One of my lads is getting divorced and his kid has leukaemia. It's tearing him up, proper destroying the poor man.”

  Carl snorted. “Yeah well, one of that Polish lot getting cancer, well one less of the bastards. But his son ain't, I know his kid ain't. He's just a work-shy lazy cunt.”

  Adam licked his lips and got up from the table. “Just going to the bog,” he muttered and walked over to the small toilets. Carl was being too offensive and Adam felt uncomfortable.