The College Years

This is my entry into the 2026 Nude Day Contest. As my name indicates, all my stories are based in truth and the events have happened in my life. That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little "twist" or "spice" to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what's "truth" and what's the "twist".

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PART I - THE DRIVE

It was nineteen ninety-something and I was twenty-two years old, fresh out of college and taking a summer off before starting a new job in the fall. My girlfriend at the time, Katrina, was in a similar situation, so we decided to spend the summer having fun, taking road trips and enjoying the season before we went to different cities and attempted the dreaded "long-distance relationship". After graduation, she returned to her family's home, while I relocated to my new apartment close to where I'd be working. We made plans to meet back up in early June which leads us to this story.

Kat had found out about a music festival the first weekend of the month that featured a mix of Indy bands, classic rock and country music mixed together. It took place over three days at a sort of open-field, country fairgrounds about four hours from her house. While the entire event wasn't my sort of thing, I was a 22-year-old trying to keep his girlfriend happy and get laid as much as possible in the process. So naturally, I agreed to go.

To her credit, Kat researched the entire thing (this was before the internet) and created our plan. I'd pick her up at her parents' place and we would drive down to the festival in my old Ford Bronco that we nicknamed "The Blue Bomber". She had reserved us a 'space' on the fairgrounds where we could park and camp for the weekend. Now, to be clear, my idea of camping involves a large RV, running water, toilets, power, and a fully stocked kitchen - basically a condo on wheels. That wasn't the case for the weekend, however.

When I asked if there were any nearby lodging, Kat argued back, "No! Then you spend half your time driving back and forth. It's like a whole 'thing', with tons of people, food, drinking, smoking, everything."

"What about showers? And bathrooms?"

"They have them all set up. Trust me. It'll be fun!"

Over the course of a few weeks, she convinced me of her plan, unfairly using her feminine assets to sway me, as well as promises of how she would 'reward' me that weekend.

And to her credit, her feminine assets were ample. Kat was 5'4" with long, dark, curly hair that fell past her shoulders. She had a Mediterranean complexion, and big brown almond-shaped eyes. Her smile was wide with the tiniest of gaps between her front teeth that gave her a youthful quality. She was built like an athlete - certainly not slim, but not heavy either, more solid or muscular. She had a round, full ass and thighs that were thick in the best way possible. Then there were her breasts. Even on her frame, they stood out as her predominant feature - large and voluptuous, visible in any clothing she wore. At 22 years old, they were heavy and full on her torso but still supported by her youth. In virtually anything she wore, the shape of her breasts were visible, pressing against the fabric, their natural shape and size obvious to anyone who looked. When she would wear a bra with a low-cut top - the cleavage that formed was an immediate attention-grabber. Naked, her huge globes hung perfectly down showing their size and weight, with large dark areola and a pair of nipples that would perk up when aroused. I'd be straight-up lying if I said that her breasts weren't always my favorite part of her body and that I don't still think about them today.

For the trip, the plan was that we would bring sleeping bags and pillows and sleep in the back of the Bomber with the seats folded down and the windows covered for darkness and privacy. For clothes, food and supplies, we would be strapping bags and totes to the top of the car along with some lawn chairs, portable grill, table and everything else we would need. The grounds where we were staying allegedly had showers and bathrooms, but I was skeptical at best.

So, there I was, driving to her parents' house, the SUV loaded with supplies for the weekend. One of my friends was a more experienced camper and had lent me some additional supplies like battery-powered lanterns, portable generator, a foam sleeping pad and even a small cooler I could plug into the lighter or generator to keep some food cold.

I pulled into her suburban driveway and Kat came bounding out of her house, hopping with excitement. Despite the warm weather and our destination, she was wearing a pair of black leggings, high-top sneakers and a lightweight sweatshirt over a t-shirt. She ran up to me, wrapped her arms around me and jumped into a long kiss, her large breasts pressing against my chest.

"I'm SO excited!!!" she exclaimed, leading me by the hand into the house. As we walked in, I saw a pile with her duffel bag and some additional supplies by the front door. Her parents were sitting in the kitchen with joint looks of concern and distain.

"So, you're really doing this, huh?" her father muttered.

"Daaaaaaaadddd.... Will you stop? I told you, it's going to be fun."

Her father bore a resemblance to the character 'Red' on 'That 70's Show' - older, slightly balding, and constantly angry. He also didn't like me at all. I never knew if it was because I came from a different background (I grew up wealthy and he was a proud working-class man), or because he thought I was arrogant (I didn't think I was), or if it was just because I was sleeping with his daughter. Regardless, he was glaring at me like the entire plan was my idea.

"Honey." her mother said calmly. "We're just worried. Are you sure you'll be safe? It just seems so dangerous. A festival? Sleeping in a car? No phones? No electricity."

"Ugh" Kat pouted a bit. "I've told you a million times. We'll be fine. Right, Jay?" Three sets of eyes turned to me as she put me on the spot.

"Let me put it this way" I started. "I promised Kat I'd do this as her graduation gift. That being said, if it's the least bit dangerous or sketchy, I will find us the nearest hotel with room service and stay there for the weekend." I hoped that my attempt at a joke would lighten the mood slightly.

Her father instantly responded with, "If it's like that, maybe you should just bring her home instead of a hotel, Jason. You would think that you want to be saving money before you go off to Philly to work." I just couldn't win with the guy and fumbled for a polite response. My better instincts prevented me from saying what I was thinking which was, "But at a hotel, I can spend the weekend fucking your daughter in every possible position."

"Ok" Kat ended the tension. "We need to get packed up and, on the road, if we want to see the first acts tonight." We went to the front door, grabbed her stuff and packed it all into the car. Just before we left, she gave both her parents a hug and reassured them that we would be careful. I hugged her mother and reached out to give her father a handshake. As his final passive-aggressive message, he gripped my hand, turned my wrist slightly, and pulled me slightly off-balance as we shook.

Once we were safely in the car and a block away from the house I spoke up, "Wow. Your dad hates me, huh?"

Kat giggled slightly, "Yeah, but to be fair, he has hated all my boyfriends. Good news is, he hates you MUCH less than Dubs, my last boyfriend. He wouldn't even talk to him." I silently wondered if maybe Dubs had it better.

An hour later, we were on the interstate heading to the fairgrounds. It was easy driving on a bright, sunny day with no real traffic, just other cars and a consistent flow of 18-wheelers hauling their cargo. We had a collection of CDs for the ride, mostly of the bands and acts we'd be seeing that weekend. Kat's mother had packed us sandwiches, snacks and drinks for the drive and the weekend.

As the road whizzed by, Kat unbuckled her seatbelt and turned in her seat to reach into the backseat to get something. As she kneeled on her seat leaning over, her ass was up in the air, and I couldn't resist giving it a quick smack.

"I knew you were going to do that" she said smiling as she settled back into her seat, a canvas tote in her hand. I watched from the corner of my eye as she peeled off the sweatshirt she was wearing, giving me my first view of her breasts pressing against her plain t-shirt as she stretched.

"You too warm?" I asked. "I can turn up the AC."

"Babe," she chided. "You didn't think this is what I'm wearing did you? I just needed to get out of the house." She untied her sneakers and peeled off her socks to reveal her bare feet with red, white and blue alternating nail polish on her toes.

"Are you getting changed in here?" I stammered as she fished through the bag between her legs.

"Why not? I mean, we're basically going to be living in the Bomber for the weekend, so we might as well get used to it. Plus, I thought it could be your first little 'thank you' treat of the weekend." She reached down and pulled her sweatshirt over her head to reveal her large mounds that were barely contained by a lace-trimmed purple bra. She must have been spending some time in the early-summer sun, as her chest was a tanned bronze with peeks of lighter skin showing from beneath the bra. She made a little show of pressing her arms together, pushing her tits out further, her nipples pressing against the delicate fabric.

"You know other cars can see you, right?" I asked, my eyes flickering between her bare skin and the road in front of us.

"So, they get a little show, too. Besides, they can only see my top half, right?"

Kat reached down and gripped her leggings at each hip, stretching the fabric away from her skin before lifting her hips and ass off the seat. She wiggled and shimmied until she pulled them down over her hips, taking her white cotton thong with them, revealing her naked mound that was covered with a thick triangle of dark hair. She lifted one leg to pull the garments all the way off, repeated the action with the other and then then sat back in her seat clad only in her bra.

She ran her fingers through the thick patch of pubic hair that covered her pussy. I did a double take as she normally kept her pussy either closely trimmed or with a tight landing strip. I had never seen it with a fuller bush, but it looked hot.

"So, what do you think? It's not gross, is it?" she asked.

I reached over and replaced her hand with mine, running my fingers through her dark patch. It had grown out enough that it was soft and curly and felt silky under my fingers. Kat turned her hips slightly in the seat, placing one bare foot on the dashboard, the other on the crotch of my shorts and her back against the passenger door. Glancing over, her new position let see the lips of her pussy fully exposed as I struggled to keep my eyes on the road. Seeing my dilemma, her toes wiggled against my rapidly swelling cock, constrained by my shorts, teasing me even more.

Keeping one hand on the wheel, I reached and put my palm against the soft tuft of her pubic hair while my fingers pressed on her clit and moist slit. My fingers were instantly coated in her juices as she let out a quiet groan.

"Fuck," I said as ran my fingers up and down her slit. "It's fucking sexy as hell. Why the change?"

She closed her eyes as she let me lightly finger her in the passenger seat and said, "I could lie and tell you that I wanted to do something different for you or that I was getting into the 'festival spirit'. But really, I couldn't find my shaver in my pile of boxes when I got home, so I just let it grow out. Mmmmmm. Your fingers feel good on me. Keep going."

With one hand on the steering wheel, I swirled my fingers at the entrance to her pussy, coating them in her natural lubricant. Once they were fully coated, I worked two of my fingers into her warm tunnel, thrusting them in and out as best I could from that angle. Kat shifted in the seat, trying to spread her legs more and push herself deeper on to my fingers. When she couldn't quite adjust herself properly, she reached down and guided my hand out of her pussy and to her clit where I started to flick the digits against her fleshy button.

"Yes" she moaned. "Keep doing that."

She was thrusting her hips against my hand and writhing in the seat next to me while her breath was getting huskier with every moan. Her eyes were closed and she was biting down on her lower lip as her ecstasy grew. I was working hard to keep an eye on the road while glancing at her, and I barely registered that cars and trucks were still around us on the highway and if anyone looked, they might be able to see her, in her exposed state.

The scent of her arousal filled the car, and I looked across to the passenger window to see that an 18-wheeler was in the lane next to us, keeping pace with our speed. While I was pretty sure that the driver couldn't see what was happening, he could probably figure it out. Kat had one hand on my wrist, guiding and directing the direction and pressure of my efforts while her other was stroking the sweaty skin on her chest. In a moment of inspiration, I pulled my hand away and her eyes shot open in surprise, almost pleading, "What are you doing? Why'd you stop?"

"Dump them out." I said.

"What?"

"Your tits. Take 'em out babe."

As close as she was to climaxing, she didn't argue. Instead, she reached between her boobs and undid the clasp holding the cups of her bra in place. Her massive tits fell out, her dark areola and nipples even more visible on the light skin in the middle of two untanned triangles. She leaned back and opened her legs more, placing the second on the back of my seat. Her tits were shaking and jiggling with her every move and the motion of the vehicle.

"There. Now finish me off."

She guided my hand back to her pussy where I slid my thumb inside of her soaked tunnel and my fingers danced on her clit. Within seconds, her eyes were closed and her breathing was getting faster and shorter as an orgasm built up. My movements were imprecise and being dictated by the motion of the car and the bumps in the road. Quicker than usual, Kat's body seized and I felt the orgasm ripple through her. The muscles of her pussy gripped my finger with each pulse of her orgasm. Her body shook and spasmed as she rode out the wave of her climax before finally slumping in her seat and pulling her legs away from their splayed position.

"That felt fucking great" she groaned as she pulled my hand away from her soaked crotch. "The walls in the house are so thin, I was afraid to make myself come except in the shower." She looked like a sexy mess with her bangs matted to her forehead, her exposed flesh covered in a sheen of sweat and her pussy wet and swollen with matted hair.

She sat up in her seat, allowing her tits to fall into their natural position, bouncing with their own weight. Her bra straps were still hooked on her arms, the only things keeping her from being completely naked in the truck. With a smile, she looked out her window and gave a smile and wave to the truck that was still keeping pace with us and had obviously watched the little show moments before. After the driver gave his loud horn a long honk, she sat up slightly and gave a quick wiggle of her bare tits in his direction. I pressed down on the gas pedal and sped away from our voyeuristic neighbor as quickly as I could.

"I guess you were right" she chuckled as she reached back into her bag where she pulled out a short denim skirt. "People could see me."

Holding the skirt up to me she asked, "Better than the tights?"

"Definitely." I replied as she lifted her hips back up to pull the skirt up her legs into place. I instantly noticed that she hadn't put any panties back on while she rummaged back in her tote bag. The skirt looked like it would come down to about mid-thigh when she stood up, making it just long enough to cover things up, but still short enough that she would have to be careful not to flash everyone nearby.

"I'm pretty sure every truck with a CB radio knows about you right now." I joked as she pulled out a different t-shirt and slipped it over her head after removing the remnants of her bra. This time, she wore a black concert t-shirt with one of the weekend's bands, but she had cut it, so it ended under her tits, making it float away from her body. It was quickly apparent to me that she had planned her outfits for the weekend, and the theme was 'showing off her goods' which was fine with me!

"It was kinda hot" she said, "I knew someone could be watching and it sorta turned me on more."

"Like I said, every truck we pass will probably slow down to get a peek all the way to the festival."

"Really? I shouldn't disappoint them, then." She lifted the short bottom of her shirt, once again fully exposing her breasts, before reaching back and buckling her seatbelt across and between the fleshy mounds.

"Babe" I whined. "If I have to watch your cannons bounce all around for another 3 hours, I'm not going to be able to walk when we get there."

"Want me to put them away?" she was teasing me by once again pressing her tits out between her arms.

"No" I chuckled. "I guess I'll just suffer."

The next two hours of the drive were uneventful. The road and the music rolled by as we progressed toward our destination. Kat leaned her seat back and dozed off, her shirt falling to cover her breasts. I still glanced over to watch them bounce and ripple under the shirt with every movement of the car, my cock in a constant state of arousal.

Seeing a sign on the side of the highway, I nudged her awake saying, "Hey Babe. You want to wake up? I have to pull off here to gas up." She stirred, pulled her seat upright, and shook the sleep off as she pulled her shirt further down over her chest.

"Cool" she said. "I could use a restroom myself."

I pulled off the highway into the rest stop that had a diner, fast food, gas, and a large convenience store. I parked and we both got out of the car, stretching out after the long ride. My legs and arms weren't the only things that were tight and needed relief. My dick had been hard for hours and it was uncomfortably trapped in my shorts. Fortunately, a long piss inside relieved some of the pressure and I felt better when I drove the short distance to the gas pumps.

Kat joined me just as I was finishing filling up the truck, looking different than just minutes before. She had released her hair and fluffed it out, so it was a wild mane of dark curls flowing from her head. Her breasts were high and round, making me think she had put on a bra as she was showing a mountain of cleavage in the rough v-cut of her t-shirt. She had on a pair of black Doc Martin boots that ended at her ankle and some added makeup on her cheeks and eyes, leaving her lips in their natural state. Walking toward me, she looked like the cover of an 80s "rock chick" magazine as she gave a quick spin.