Janice's Naked Journal

** All characters mentioned or named in this story are 18+ years old. **

Saturday, April 19

I could hear Stacy downstairs. The french doors as she used the outdoor shower. She was getting ready, I slipped out of the bed and headed downstairs for coffee and check on her. She was ready and bubbling with excitement. Her tote was by the door, and she was wearing 4 inch heels. When the driveway alarm sounded, Brent came straight down the stairs.

He and I greeted David. Stacy waited a couple minutes to make an entrance. David had an instant grin when Stacy stepped out naked and headed towards us. She stopped short and did a couple slow twirls for him, "What do you think?"

He was smiling, "Gorgeous. And I love the outfit. It's perfect." Stacy gave him a hug, "Good to finally meet you," David opened the car door for her assisting her lowering herself into the seat or his sports car.

As they headed out, Brent smiled, "They grow up so quickly, huh?" I busted out laughing.

We headed inside, Brent ready for coffee. We carried the coffees outside and Brent folded open the hot tub cover. We climbed in and sat on the double lounger seat overlooking the pool and redwood forest. We sat back listening to the quiet. I admitted, "This is like, the first Saturday I've been up before noon-ish in a long time."

He smiled, "The sacrifices we make for our kids."

I laughed, '"I can't remember a morning this quiet outside."

Brent added, "And you, and the hot tub, it's heaven out here." He paused, "You appear stuck in a thought?"

I nodded, "Sorta, but good ones. I go back and forth on the BASU offer, if there is one. Which is silly until there is one. And now that I did those interviews, I wonder how many people have seen me totally naked?"

Brent was figuring it out, "Three out of four networks, the entire Bay area and surrounding coverage, and the local ABC affiliate streams nationwide." He grinned, "A million at the least, maybe two million. Then, are the segments on YouTube?"

I looked at him, "That's a lot of people!"

He nodded, "But there's a good point to keep in mind. You probably won't have to explain your nudity anymore. Most everyone will recognize you, the naked 'Teacher of the Year.' Who doesn't love a teacher? It should make things easier."

I smiled, "I should find the clips on YouTube and save them. But I see what you mean. It'll be nice if everyone knows me and why I'm naked."

After an hour or so, and our mugs empty, we headed to the outdoor shower to get the day started clean and fresh. Brent washed me gently and thoroughly as I took care of my hair. Not going to work, he took his time washing every inch of me. Then we finished our morning routines upstairs. I stripped the bed, putting on fresh sheets, then got some laundry going.

Brent made a light breakfast, eggs, sausage and toast, all prepared on the grill. With a second mug of coffee we enjoyed the breakfast outside.

I checked messages. I had two other school systems wanting to talk with me, but I'm not leaving Sunny Glen for another high school. I checked 'Link,' the business and professionals social media to find a half dozen messages. I rarely get messages here.

I had a message from a very popular Bay area pod-caster wanting an interview. I replied, 'Hi. All my media appearances are being handled and approved by the school. Please contact Ms. Kang at Sunny Glen High School to get things setup. Thanks.'

I had a message from a prestigious girls prep school, like a high school, touting a 100% graduation and college placement record. I mentioned that to Brent.

He shrugged his shoulders, "Probably more money, but would you enjoy an all girls school?"

I looked at him, "Yeah, I don't know about that. I'm not interested."

There were messages from schools way out of town like LA. I have no interest in anything like that. The last message was from someone at San Francisco University, 'SFU,' looking to talk with me. Brent said, "That might be worth investigating. It's a bigger school, longer commute, but BASU is more heavily into science, engineering and math. SFU is a more rounded school with more liberal arts programs."

I nodded, "I'll give him call Monday." I sent a reply to the message, 'I'll think on the idea of a career change and give you a call Monday, late afternoon if that works for you.'

Brent smiled, "This might be a good time to get your stuff from the apartment if you want?"

I gave him a smile, "Yeah. Great idea."

Brent got dressed and grabbed four big storage tubs stacked together and put them in the back of his truck. We rode down to the apartment. Once parked, he followed me in the building and in the apartment. I started packing a tub with stuff from the closet, blankets towels, linens. Then as I started the next tub, he carried that one down to the truck. The next one had the contents from my nightstands and a collection of stuffed animals I can't give up. The next I filled with a few books and meaningful decorative stuff.

The last tub got all the miscellaneous stuff, like a backpack and my high school volleyball trophies and academic awards, my handgun and my diplomas. I packed my suitcase with pillows, what little cheap jewelry I have, and the rest of my bathroom stuff bagged up. As Brent took it to carry down. I looked at him, "The sum total of my life, other than my old car, fits in a pickup bed."

I told the apartment goodbye and shut the door. We headed out together. Arriving home Brent carried everything in and set the tubs by the base of the stairs. He smiled, "Put stuff where you like. What can I help with?" I had him take the tub with the linens to the pantry, He brought a tub upstairs for me, the one with the miscellaneous stuff, "Backpack, closet. Diplomas, closet. Bathroom stuff. Jewelry, nightstand. Vibrator and dildo on Stacy's bed."

Brent laughed, "Seriously?"

I nodded, "One on each pillow.

I put my S&W revolver on the nightstand. Brent returned. I handed him my trophies, "Closet."

Brent smiled, "Fireplace mantel."

I grinned, "The tub with books and decorative stuff. Not sure where they would go."

He replied from downstairs, "I'll take care of these things." A few minutes later I heard, "You were the head cheerleader in high school."

I replied, "Junior and senior years."

He laughed, "The science nerd got the hot cheerleader."

I corrected him, "The HANDSOME SEXY science nerd got the LITTLE NERDY cheerleader."

He asked, "Remember a cheer?"

I laughed, "Shucks, not a word. Sorry."

After placing my stuff here and there downstairs, he came back up. There was a line of stuffed animals across the bed. I laughed at the look on his face, "Old friends, closet." He gathered them up, but took them downstairs, lining them along the top of his big bookcase.

We grabbed waters and took a break by the pool. I checked my phone. I had a text from Stacy, 'Did a vineyard winery tour with lunch, wine tasting.' She attached a pic of them in front of barrels of wine. I showed the text and pic to Brent, He smiled, "Most wineries are 21 and over only. He probably didn't even ask ahead of time about her nudity." I laughed, "He probably didn't know."

Getting later, after further discussing the idea of teaching college, I went in to make sandwiches, and pack a picnic cooler. Brent went to get our hiking sneakers and a blanket for a picnic. We met at the front door. After putting on our hiking sneakers, we headed off down the trail.

He promised it was a hike. Ups and downs through the redwood forest for more than three miles. But when we stopped reaching that stone ledge overlooking the forest below, we could see all the way to the Pacific. There were little clouds above the water, "Such a beautiful view." Brent spread out the blanket folded over for softness on the rock slab. We sat down and poured plastic cups of Wine.

He handed me my cup, "Professor." I laughed, "We'll see. I'm sure it's just an instructor position. I don't have a PhD," But the idea intrigues me more and more."

We slowly snacked on sandwiches and potato salad from Safeway while talking. We talked until the sun was getting low in the sky. I gave Brent a huge passionate kiss. Then I gave him another deep passionate kiss, then we laid on the blanket. We shared another long kiss as he grabbed and played with my ass.

We kept that kiss until he carefully rolled me on my back. My legs spread to welcome him as he hovered over me. He slowly lowered himself, his dick starting to work its way in, deeper and deeper with each gentle stroke. But he had a great motion, the waves were building. He was in charge, and it was soft and loving sex. The kissing continued until I started to let out a scream, hit by a huge orgasm.

The waves subsided briefly, weaker now but building as he stroked. His deep groaning started and was building as well. It wasn't long, that twitch of his dick sent me over the edge. My scream started as he started shot after shot of hot cum followed by a steady stream.

I gave him a kiss, then looked to the side, the sun was close to setting. We sat side by side, his arm around me as the air began to chill. We watched the sun set, the clouds in orange and magenta were beautiful as the sun sank into the ocean. We shared another kiss,

Brent opened a little flap in the lid of the cooler I hadn't noticed, and pulled out a couple flashlights. We had that three mile or more hike home, and it was getting dark. We grabbed our stuff and started the hike home. He asked, "You sure you don't remember a cheer?"

I laughed, "You really want me to embarrass myself?"

Brent laughed, "Just for me?"

I laughed, "Okay. Okay. After another glass of wine."

It was a hike, but the cool air felt good. We hit the outdoor shower first thing to clean up. Then Brent went to pour a couple glasses of wine. I checked my phone, I had another text from Stacy. 'Another winery, wine tasting, and dinner at their fancy restaurant.' I looked at the attached pic of her dinner. It looked like an amazing gourmet piece of art. I replied, 'First class, huh?'

When Brent caught up with me at the outdoor dining table. I showed him the text and pic. Brent smiled, "That's his style. I knew he'd treat her right." Brent turned on the TV and pulled up the ABC interview with all my full nudity, "Luckiest man on Earth." I gave him a kiss, "Luckiest woman on Earth."

I asked, "Tomorrow, can we drive around the campuses? I'd like to see them."

Brent smiled, "We'll do that. Thinking, huh?"

I nodded, "I sorta know where they are. I mean, BASU is what, maybe a couple miles north of the school. But SFU, where it is and what kind of drive? Just curious about that school, maybe use them to make sure I get an honest offer from BASU."

Brent smiled, "Tomorrow. How about we slow that brain down and call it a night."

I kissed him, "That sounds like a great idea."

We did our nighttime routines and slipped under the covers. We hugged up tight, nose to nose, so comfortable. Once his hand was on my ass, I slipped off to sleep.