© 2026 Duleigh Lawrence-Townshend. All rights reserved. The author asserts the right to be identified as the author of this story for all portions. All characters are original. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental. This story or any part thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a review or commentary.

This story was inspired partially by an anime titled My Dress-Up Darling, a silly Japanese high school comedy that they love so much. It wasn't the storyline or the characters that got me; it was the warmth between two characters. The two main characters truly cared for each other, but one was shy, the other outgoing, and both were oblivious to the other's feelings deepest feelings. That's what I wanted to capture, but I think I missed it.

This was written for the 2026 Literotica Nude Day contest. I don't normally one other Nude Day story, A Hentai Sago Palm which was my first ever contest entry back in 2022, and my last Nude Day entry until now. This year I decided to give it another try. Please comment at the end!

Nerds in the Nude

The dungeon was dark, and the team was nervous. They fought hard to get to this point, and now with only the light of two candles to light their way, the Dungeon Defeating Six stood on the precipice of what could be their greatest victory, or a slow, agonizing death. A slight breeze made the candles flicker, and the team's healer looked around nervously. It was quiet... too quiet. Then, finally, came the voice of authority.

Dungeon Master: "You all stand at the edge of a crumbling bridge, a chasm yawning below. The last roll sits glinting on the table, ember-lit by a single candle. The party has been skirting a timer-spell all night, and now the moment of truth has arrived."

Wizard: "I cast Mage Hand to nudge the die toward me. I swear it's the same roll I needed earlier--just in need of a little fairy-touched luck."

Fighter: "No, no, I saw you nudge it. I'm not blind to the signs. If we're rolling for the last key, I'm the one who should take the shot. I've got the cleaver to break through the guards if this goes wrong."

Bard: "Gentlefolk! Please stay thy anger! A friendly competition is fine, but we're all on the same quest. Let the die decide--may the most valiant roll ring true. I'll sing a short verse to bless the dice..." the bard began to strum his brother's guitar and sing: "Who's that knocking at my door? Who's that knocking at my door? Who's that knocking at my door? Said the fair young maiden. WELLLLL...." He was stopped by a volley of Cheetos before Barnacle Bill the Sailor went any further.

Healer: "Songmaster Reed is right, we're all on the same page, but I've spent the last six turns patching you up, not the bridge. If we fail this roll and trigger the trap, I'll be patching us up from the inside out and Trillian isn't going to make it."

Knight: "It's Sir Lamorak, not Trillian, if you don't mind! This is a test of our teamwork. If the die falls to me, I'll take the hit and shield the group. If it lands for you, Wizard, I'll still guard you with my life."

Dungeon Master: "The die clatters against the tabletop, dancing in a slow arc, catching the candlelight. It pauses. It trembles. It lands..."

The twenty-sided die rolled out of the knight's hand and stopped bouncing.

Wizard: "Eighteen? That's not fair. You've got artifacts, you've got favors with the dice gods."

Fighter: "Hold it. Eighteen is excellent. It's enough to bypass the lock and the spire's last trap."

Bard: "Aha! The eighteen sings! The halls echo with victory's chorus." The bard strums a noisy discord on the out of tune guitar.

Healer: "Eighteen lets us push through, but not without paying a price. We'll need to bandage afterward and keep our wits about us."

Knight: "Then we move. With shield raised and courage steady, we step onto the next platform."

Dungeon Master: "The bridge shifts under your feet as the spell hums to life in the air. The last roll's outcome has unlocked a path, but a new danger stirs in the shadows--an ancient mechanism awakening behind you."

Wizard: "We press forward, but we remain vigilant. The die is cast, the fate decided, and we'll carry the consequences as one."

Fighter: "Let's move, hard and fast. I'll go last, blade ready, lest anything come for us from behind."

Bard: "And I'll keep the rogues' eyes on the shadows, the song in the air, and the courage in our hearts."

Healer: "I'll stay close, ready to mend whatever breaks along the way."

Knight: "Then forward together. No trap shall fell us while we stand united!"

Suddenly the group was bathed in a blinding, unholy, blue/white light. They all squinted and winced in the painful light.

Mom: "ENOUGH! Get off your lazy butts and go outside! It's a beautiful day!" The fluorescent basement lights destroyed the atmosphere of mystery and magic.

"Mom!" cried the bard, Cecil Myles.

"I'm not kidding," Missus Myles called down the stairs. "The exterminator is coming and he's going to spray the basement for water bugs. Pack it up and go outside."

"And do what?"

"I don't know, go for a bike ride, go swimming, go camping. I know, go to the beach! Ethel Stromberg says there's something happening at Ogontz River Beach."

"Ethel Stromberg can't go to the beach," muttered Cecil under his breath. "People think she's a beached whale and try to push her back into the lake."

"What was that?"

"Nothing mother!" then Cecil looked at the group and sighed. "Sorry gang. When ma gets like this, there's nothing that can change her mind."

"We know," groaned the other five members of the Dungeon Defeating Six.

Blanche Ridley, the dungeon master, smiled like she had a brilliant idea. "Hey! Let's do it! Let's go to Ogontz River Beach. No one ever goes there in the middle of the week, and there's a pavilion there. We can set up the game in the pavilion and keep playing."

"Yeah!" said Dexter Hutson, the wizard. "If we get hot, we can jump in the lake and cool off and go back to game." To a true gamer, the word game is used as a noun, verb, adjective, and pronoun.

The party of adventurers found themselves excited about the idea. It was a Wednesday in mid-July, and the weather was perfect. The temperature was in the mid-eighties, and the breeze coming from the north was refreshing. It was tempered as it traveled over Lake Superior, then across the width of the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, and by the time it reached Pleasant Cove, the air temperature and humidity were perfect.

Pleasant Cove was a tiny hamlet on the south shore of Michigan's Upper Peninsula. It was once a tourist destination both summer and winter, but years ago when US 2 was re-routed, traffic was moved further inland toward the larger state parks, and away from Pleasant Cove. Eventually, like all towns in that situation, the school closed, and the kids of Pleasant Cove were bused to Lakeshore Consolidated School, 45 minutes away, for kindergarten through grade twelve. The Dungeon Defeating Six were the only members of their class on that bus, and when they got to Manistique, they continued to huddle together for defense.

The Dungeon Defeating Six were looked down on by the more cosmopolitan students of Manistique who also went to school at Lakeshore. They were called "hicks" and "yokels." The village of Manistique had it all: Ace Hardware, a ten aisle Piggly Wiggly, a Bob's Big Boy; they even had several traffic lights and a McDonald's. Manistique was a boom town, and it was going places, unlike Pleasant Cove, which had abandoned motels, boarded up businesses, and a dwindling number of residents.

Worse, the Dungeon Defeating Six were labeled nerds, a label that would follow them after graduation. The unelected leader was Blanche Ridley. At five feet three inches, Blanche was a sight to behold. Huge double D breasts, long straight black hair, a narrow waist and a large round ass. Her skin was "Wednesday Addams white," and her eyes were huge. She was actually very cute, but most guys didn't notice; their eyes didn't wander up that far. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, she was the Dungeon Master, but in school the bullies called her Weeble.

Her best friend since elementary school was Cecil Myles. He was slightly taller than her at five feet five inches tall and was very athletic. Back in high school, he was on the gymnastics team but excluded from team photos because of his chronic rosacea. It makes him look like he has severe acne, but rosacea is an inflammatory disorder brought on by spicy foods, caffeine, heat, sun exposure, and stress. Scrubbing and Clearasil do nothing for him. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, he plays the bard, but at school they called him Pizza. (as in "Pizza Face.") Blanche has always called him Cee, and ever since he got the courage after graduation, he has called her Babe.

Next came Dexter Hutson. He was six foot one inch with unruly blond hair, thick glasses with black plastic frames held together with electrical tape. He looks lost and confused most of the time because he is. He has a massive intellect and has been the Upper Peninsula Chess Champion since seventh grade, when he started competing against high school players, and has won at American Legion Post trivia every time he entered. He lettered in archery and chess and was the class valedictorian, which angered the "city kids" to no end. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, he plays the wizard, but at school they called him Dork.

Dexter's secret love was Trillian Pemberton. She's physically the opposite of Dexter and his emotional mirror image; she's four feet eleven inches with fiery red hair, blazing green eyes, and a commanding intellect that rivals Dexter's. She was tiny in all ways, and her figure was waifish. She was a math genius in school, and her hobby was collecting insects. She was the class salutatorian, behind Dexter only having lettered in rifle. Like Dexter, she appears to be lost wherever she goes, and notably, she's terrified of men. When a man she doesn't know draws close, her personality vanishes, and she leans on Dexter. He's her protector, her pillar of strength, but for some reason he doesn't notice. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, she plays the knight, and the gang calls her Trill, but back in school the bullies called her Bug.

Next came Logan Trent, five feet ten inches tall with wavy brown hair, narrow set blue eyes, and an enraged expression. Logan was a literary genius and loved everything to do with the English language. He reads Shakespear like it was a comic book. However, Logan is angry at the world. He has a short temper and will fight anyone, and he always loses. Those fights were to protect the one he loved from the "city kids," the big-town raised over-privileged punks who didn't understand the word no. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, he plays the fighter, but at school they called him Punching Bag.

The last person in the party was the love of Logan's life, Peggy Ayers. Peggy was tall, five feet eleven inches, with dazzling blue eyes, beautiful features, long, silky strawberry blond hair, and a curvaceous hourglass 36-23-36 figure. She appears to be flakey, not all there. She wasn't a marvelous student and just barely graduated, but her problem was that she wasn't mentally stimulated. In her head, she was constantly composing poems, music, and novels, and these inspirations struck at any time. Sadly, she never seemed to notice Logan, nor did she understand that the beatings he took were to protect her. In the Dungeon Defeating Six, she plays the healer, but at school they called her Slut because someone that hot looking was fucking somebody, right?

With the eviction out of Cee's house, Blanche resumed the role of Dungeon Master. "Cee, is your pickup running?"

"Yeah, why?

"Because we're going to move our dungeon to Ogontz River Beach! Everyone run home, grab a swimsuit, towel, and tanning lotion, pack a lunch and grab snacks and plenty to drink."

"If you got the truck, I can bring a grill and charcoal," said Logan.

"Yeah," said Peggy, surprising everyone by speaking. "I know we have venison burgers and buns that I can grab."

"We have venison Italian sausage" said Cecil.

The gang was suddenly excited to be outdoors. Plans filled the air until Blanche organized things. She has an incredible memory, which makes her the perfect dungeon master. "Dex, Trill, can you each get a cooler and some ice so we can pack our food and drinks?"

"Yes boss," they said in unison.

Blanche gave everyone a task and something to bring: snacks, sides, and salads. The orders were handed out, then finally she said, "Ok, we'll come by everyone's house and pick you up in a half hour. Let's do this!" The six lifelong friends stepped out of Cecil's house into the warm, fragrant air. Even though they were all nerds, they were born on the Upper Peninsula of Michigan, which made them all Yoopers, and that's something to be proud of. Michigan is wonderful, but the U.P. was heaven on earth. Ever since they turned eighteen and were freed from the emotional hellhole that was Lakeshore Consolidated School, they remained close friends and dedicated gamers.

It was a perfect Upper Peninsula morning. The sun was warm, and the air was at that perfect temperature that makes you glad to be alive. The singing of the birds seemed to harmonize with the snarl of a distant lawnmower. The air was sweet, and fresh, and filled with the scent of flowers, and five of the six scattered. Everyone lived in the village and Cecil's house was central to where they all lived. He gathered his required tidbits, then hopped in Edsel, the name his dad gave to his ancient Ford F-100 pickup truck.

Edsel was a tried and true Yoopermobile, a 1978 F-100 with a straight six engine and a three on the tree shifter for the standard transmission. Ancient and well worn, Edsel has hauled more deer out of the woods after a successful deer camp than any other truck still driving on the U.P.. Cecil has been driving it since he was thirteen, mostly to deer camp and Uncle Torvald's cabin up by Cooks, the only town smaller than Pleasant Cove that still had people living there. When the clock struck eleven, he pulled the choke and cranked it up. It takes a while for Edsel to warm up and stop belching blue smoke, but when it cleared up, he headed out.

Soon the truck was full. Cecil and Blanche had the cab as usual; the gang sat in the back. Edsel had a cap on the bed of the truck, and it had crank open windows. The first thing that Cecil did when his dad sold him Edsel was to go to Joakim's Yoo Find 'Em Auto Parts, which was really a junkyard, and scavenged an AM radio and mounted it with a speaker and antenna in the back end. He also put a plywood floor down with fake grass tacked to it. Dex, Trillian, Logan and Peggy loved it, and this was how they got to school in their final year. Riding to school in an ancient pickup truck lowered their respectability and plunged them into the depths of nerd-dom, but it bonded them closer together, if that were possible.

They bounced down the old back road, rocking and rolling to "Boomer-Tunes" on WDBC, the Voice of Escanaba, and before they knew it, they were at Ogontz River Beach. The beach was a beautiful white sand beach on the upper shore of Big Bay De Noc, a huge protected bay on Lake Michigan. To their right, the lazy Ogontz River was pouring its pure, clean water into Lake Michigan. Right now it's barely more than a wide creek, but in the springtime when the snowmelt is at its peak, the Ogontz is a raging torrent.

As expected, the pavilion was not being used by anyone. The Ogontz River Beach pavilion was right at the edge of the forest where the trees meet the sand. The white pine forest looked like it was cared for, but in reality, people picking up deadfall branches for campfires on the beach kept the forest looking neat and cared for. Cecil pulled up right next to the pavilion, and they all poured out of the truck. The scent of the pines and the fresh water of Lake Michigan filled the air. It was almost noon and nobody had eaten breakfast because they wanted to get an early start on their imaginary quest. "Let's get lunch taken care of before we begin the game," said Cecil as Logan set up the grill.

"You guys get the grill hot, we're going to cool off," said Blanche. Peggy and Trillian agreed with her, and they pulled off their shorts and t-shirts to reveal their bathing suits underneath. Blanche and Trillian both wore conservative one-piece suits. Blanche wore a black Catalina suit that fought against her large breasts. Trillian wore a demure suit designed for a little girl. It was white with daisies and a frilly pink skirt. Peggy wore a bikini that showed off her figure nicely. She wore an amber top that cupped her round breasts, and a black bottom that modestly covered her nether regions.

Trillian signaled her nervousness and her feelings of inadequacy by leaning against Dexter. Dex was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt with the Periodic Table of Elements on the front. Below the table it said I Wear This Shirt Periodically. "It's ok, go enjoy your time with the girls." She looked up at Dex with those huge green puppy eyes of hers, and Dex put a calming hand on her shoulder. "It's fine. If anyone knows about being different, it's us. Go enjoy and come tell me how the water was."

"Kay," and she grabbed her towel and set off with Blanche and Peggy.

"Is she going to be ok?" asked Logan as he crumpled up a page from the paper and stuck it in the bottom of the homemade charcoal starter. It was just a length of stovepipe with a bit of heavy gauge screen a quarter of the way up from the bottom. He put the crumpled paper in the pipe's bottom, set it on the grill's grate, then filled it up with charcoal. He lit the paper with a long neck lighter and let it go. The chimney effect of heat rising, drawing air in from the bottom, acted like a bellows and would have red-hot coals in a moment.

"Trill is just overwhelmed. This is the first time in years that we have been at the beach. She's..." but he couldn't complete the sentence. She looked like a child next to Blanche and Peggy. "Her self-esteem must be at rock bottom."

Cecil nodded in agreement. The last time they were at the beach was when they were sophomores, and Blanche was still waiting for the "Boob Fairy" to come grant her wishes. She and Cecil were both late bloomers, but when they bloomed, they were both shocked at the results. "Trillian has been wearing that same suit since we were in grade school." He didn't mention that Peggy's figure was perfect in middle school, causing the entire class to hate her or lust after her.

Logan finished hauling the coolers out of the truck, and Cecil set the game equipment off to the side so they could have lunch first. Meanwhile, Dexter had a pair of binoculars and was sweeping his gaze up and down the beach. He would never say it, but he was looking for threats to Trillian and the other girls who were splashing and playing nearby.

"See anything Dex?"

"Up there, there's another group of people swimming," and Dexter continued to look through his binoculars while he pointed further up the beach to their left. "Looks like all guys."

"It's a public beach," said Cecil from the grill as he put the venison sausages on the grill.

"They're all naked."

Cecil and Logan looked at Dexter like he was crazy. "Seriously?"

"Either that or they're wearing khaki speedos."

"Let me see that," said Logan, and he took the binoculars from Dexter and looked up the beach. "Yeah, they have their schlongs hanging out."

"Should we tell the girls?" asked a nervous Dexter.

"Blanche would get a laugh out of it," said Cecil from the grill.

"Peggy would probably join them," said Logan with a sigh as he handed the binoculars back to Dexter. For himself, Dexter remained silent. Would Trillian think of those nude guys as a threat? It would probably be best not to tell her. Soon the burgers were on the grill, and Logan went to tell the girls that lunch was almost ready.

Venison has always been a big part of the Yooper diet. It's normal for a member of the family to bag a deer, then keep the cuts they like the most and share the rest of the deer out. That shared meat is usually ground with some pork fat to add moisture, texture, and flavor. It takes a touch of the gamey taste out, but no true Yooper ever complained about the gamey taste of venison.

The girls came back as they dried off, and they were excited for the chance to go splash in the lake. "We should go back after lunch, all of us," said Blanche.

"Don't we have to wait an hour after eating?" asked Logan as he set out the paper plates, plastic utensils, salads, and condiments. Peggy looked at him with a silly frown and shook her head. "We don't?" he asked.

"No, that is an old wives tale," insisted Trillian.

"My mom said you would die of cramps."

"My mom told us that we'd sink to the bottom and drown."

The discussion of the calamities that would befall someone who went swimming immediately after eating went on as the Dungeon Defeating Six prepared their plates. Cecil cooked one burger and one sausage for everyone, and with the potato salad, coleslaw, cucumber salad, chips and Cheetos, one burger or sausage was enough for each of the six. It was a grand feast, and the Dungeon Defeating Six laughed and enjoyed their lunch and togetherness. Peggy uncharacteristically raised her can of 7UP® and said, "A toast! To Missus Eveline Myles for sponsoring this party!"

"Hear, hear!" they cried and joined her in the toast. Their soda cans clinked; then they heard a blood-curdling cry that made their blood run cold.

"NERDS!"

The hell of their past, the nightmare that was their schooldays, returned with a vengeance, chilling the six to the bone. They turned to the sound, and there stood Prescott Fenwick and Bastian Abernathy, two of the worst jerks who had made their school lives living hells. They stood by the grill grinning, and except for their Ferragamo sandals ($599.00) they were naked. "Nerds eat people food too?" asked Bastian Abernathy in a mock innocent tone of voice.

"No, nerd Yoopers subsist on roadkill, venison or squirrel," said Prescott. "It just appears to be actual food."

"Nerd Yoopers? Who would have thought such a thing existed?" sneered Bastian.

"Well no one would have thought that Betty Boobs grew those huge blobs eating salad!" remarked Prescott, as he leered at Blanche. "Come on, take that suit off! It's National Nude day! Let's see what you really got!" Then he looked at Peggy, who had grasped Logan's thigh under the table. "EVERYONE has seen what she has, ain't that right Pass-Around Peggy?"

Logan twitched, but he didn't jump up and start swinging like he usually does, which was what Bastian and Prescott expected, so they placed themselves next to Logan and Peggy. Logan trembled with anger. Nobody talks about his woman like that, but he made a promise to Peggy that he'd stay by her side and not get hurt. This time it was Cecil who had had enough. He got up and walked over to the grill and stuck the barbeque fork into the still red-hot coals. "In about a minute this will be hot enough to do some serious damage."

"Oh, is the big bad Ballerina going to do some damage?" taunted Bastian. Bastian was on the nine-man flag-football squad and called the male gymnasts ballerinas and gutless wonders.

"Just calm down Pizza Face, we come to show your girls what a real man looks like. Ask the slut here, she should know," said Prescott, pointing at Peggy. "Maybe I'll show her daughter what a good time is all about." And he reached out and grabbed Trillian's shoulder.

Trill squealed in terror, and Dexter jumped up. "Sit down Dork," continued Prescott. "Don't make me..." Suddenly Dexter had Prescott in a headlock. Dexter had never resorted to violence before, but he wasn't weak. He would burn off his anger with the bullies with pushups, usually two hundred a day. As Prescott struggled against Dexter's shocking strength, Cecil approached with the fork in his hand. It was glowing red hot.

"You shouldn't anger someone with a hot utensil in their hands," said Cecil calmly. "Accidents happen," and he pointed the red-hot tines at Prescott's unprotected cock and balls.

"Don't! Don't you dare!" shrieked Prescott. "Bass! Get these nerds!"

Cecil waved the hot fork at Bastian, who jumped back and tripped over a cooler and fell on his ass. Cecil smiled and grew closer to Prescott. "It may be painful but it shouldn't be hazardous; the fork will cauterize any puncture wounds."

Was it terror? Or was it the six beers he drank beforehand? Trapped in Dexter's headlock with a red-hot barbeque fork held in front of his balls, Prescott began to piss. His stream of urine spattered on the red hot fork as the six nerds looked on in shock. Then the worst thing to ever happen to Prescott Fenwick happened: the nerds started laughing at him. The three girls squealed with laughter the loudest. "So cute! Just like a little boy that can't hold it!" sighed Peggy.

"Didn't you go potty before you left home little boy?" taunted Trillian.

Cecil grinned and flicked the urine off the fork onto Prescott, then stuck the fork back into the hot coals as Blanche laughed and said, "Aww, are you scared little boy? Or do you just like being in the nude in some guys arms?"

Dexter looked at Trillian; he wasn't enjoying this at all, but he had to protect Trillian. This punk had touched her, and now Dexter wanted to seriously injure him. But Trillian put her tiny hand on Dexter's shoulder. "Let him go so he can play with his boyfriends," said Trillian, which shocked everyone. She never talks out loud with bullies like this in earshot.

"Did you hear that? Trillian just saved you," said Dexter as he released Prescott and shoved him hard. The bully landed face down in the sand and scrambled away. "Stay the fuck away from us!" and he swung a kick at Prescott's ass, but the over-privileged loudmouth had scrambled out of the way and dashed after Bastian who was running.

The Dungeon Defeating Six were silent in shock, then Peggy asked softly, "did we win?"

Blanche nodded and said, "We won. We really won!"

Peggy squeezed Logan's thigh and said, "And you didn't have to get hurt!" Then she shocked the entire gang by giving him a kiss. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a genuine kiss... on the lips! "Thank you for keeping your promise." The only ones not shocked were Blanche and Cecil; they had been secret "kissing buddies" since fourth grade, a secret that everybody knew. They were three couples who had no clue that they were couples, and this sudden, surprising victory was going to change their lives forever.

"Let's all go swimming and get back to game," said Logan, whose head was still spinning from the unexpected kiss.

"Nude day," said Trillian softly.

"Huh? What do you mean Trill?" asked Dexter softly.

She blushed fiercely and raised her shoulders, trying to hide. "It's National Nude Day and I've always wanted to go skinny dipping." Clearly, the victory over the fiercest of the bullies had an effect on her.

"Should we give it a go?" asked Dexter. He would move heaven and earth if Trillian asked him, and he may even take off his swim trunks for her. The rest all answered with a definitive "I don't know."

The Dungeon Master took command of the situation. "I take it to the Console of the Six. Should we bathe clad only in sunlight? Or shall we continue to wear damp cloth?"

"I say let the die of twenty options decide!" said Cecil, who was warming up to the idea.

"The bard has called for the gods of chance to decide. Shall the die of twenty options display a prime number, we shall participate with Nude Day, on a voluntary basis," declared the Dungeon Master.

"No!" said Peggy with unexpected firmness. "If the die of twenty options decides, then we should all abide. If it decides not, then it shall be a voluntary choice."

"I agree with the healer," said Logan. "If the die demands our participation and we can choose not to obey, why should we follow future proclamations of the dice?"

"The fighter and the healer, the ying and yang of our group are right, we must obey the commands of the dice," said the Dungeon Master fearlessly. "Be their any objections? If so, speak now." She looked around at the team; they were all nervous and excited, but working hard not to show it. "Hearing no objection, Bard, you called for the decision of the die of twenty options. Should the die display a Prime Number then we participate in Nude Day. Bard, you may roll."

Cecil opened his red velvet bag of dice and selected his golden twenty sided die. The Dungeon Master recited the oath of the die; "The die clatters against the tabletop, dancing in a slow arc, catching the candlelight. It pauses. It trembles. It lands..."

The twenty-sided die rolled out of Cecil's hand and rolled across the wooden picnic tabletop, then stopped.

"A two!" gasped Trillian

"Two! The gods of chance have spoken!" gulped Logan. The Dungeon Clearing Six often decided questions by rolling the twenty sided die for a prime number: 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, and 19, a 40% chance of winning. But this was a two! Two has a special meaning for the Dungeon Defeating Six because it is not just the lowest prime number, it's the only even prime number. The roll of the Twenty Sided Die of Decision MUST be obeyed with a two!

"Fighter, please scan the beach to insure the infidels are not returning," said Blanche and Logan picked up his binoculars and scanned the beach to the left and it was clear all the way to the east end where the forest encroached into Lake Michigan. He looked to the right where there was a hundred yards of sand, then the Ogontz River which flowed into the lake and marked the end of the beach. Beyond that, it was all cedar swamp.

"The infidels have left the beach," said Logan. He turned around and checked the forest road they had followed, and it was clear. "No bullies and no bears," said Logan.

"Then..." Blanche's mouth went dry, "the gods of chance have called our bluff. Let us disrobe and celebrate."

"The Dungeon Master has spoken," said Cecil, and he stood and took his shirt off. The guys had been in gym class with Cecil for years, so they knew his build, but none of the girls, including Blanche, would have expected Cecil's physique. He was shy and always wore loose shirts because of his rosacea, which made his skin sensitive, and the shirts hid his body. With the shirt gone, everyone saw that gymnastics had honed the young man to perfection. Wide muscular shoulders that narrowed down to his waist, six-pack abs rippled, his pecks were well defined. Everyone now knew he could have pounded those bullies into a bloody puddle if he wanted. When he took off his swim trunks came the second shock - it was huge. It was as if his cock was overcompensating for his lack of height. Partially hard, it hung proudly, a fire hose waiting to quench something.

"Dude! You should be the fighter and I should play bad guitar,!" said Logan. He had pulled off his t-shirt and was embarrassed by his plain, average physique. Dexter felt horribly self-conscious about his body. He was tall and skinny; instead of muscles like Cecil, all Dexter had under his t-shirt were ribs showing through. He was completely ashamed that this was all he had to offer Trillian, and he waited to hear her laughter, but it never came.

Now it was the girls' turn. Peggy was the least self-conscious. She turned around so Logan could unfasten her bikini top, then she took it off to reveal two perfect mounds topped by quarter size coral pink aureola capped by pencil eraser size nipples. She slid her bikini bottoms down her perfect legs, revealing a trimmed bush of silky blond hair. "What?" she asked, and she was truly wondering why they were all staring at her.

"You're beautiful," whispered Logan.

"I'm just... me!" insisted Peggy. Then she softened and drew near Logan and said, "You're sweet for saying that."

As Peggy spoke with Logan, Blanche pulled off her swimming suit, revealing her large breasts. They still hadn't succumbed to gravity's downward pull and stood proudly on her chest. Her waist was narrow and her pubic bush was as dark black as the hair on her head. Trillian thought Blanche and Cecil were the perfect couple; she was all breast and he was all cock. For Cecil, this was the moment he had been waiting five years for. She started to blossom in their sophomore year, but by their junior year she was far too large to remain in the girls' gymnastics and could only sit on the sidelines and cheer Cecil on as he competed. Now they were standing naked facing each other, and she was surprised he was smiling broadly. "What is so funny?"

"Come on, let's go swimming." He took her hand and led her to the lake. They were followed by Peggy and Logan. Dexter and Trillian stayed behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm making you nervous," said Dexter.

"No, I've never seen you with your glasses off... you look like..."

"A dork," said Dexter. Dork had been his name since fourth grade.

"No, like a young Jon Pertwee."

"Who?"

"Exactly!" said Trillian with a smile. "He played my favorite doctor. Doctor Who number three!"

"He's my favorite too," whispered a shocked Dexter. Then he noticed Trillian's blush, and he turned his back on Trillian. "I promise I won't peek."

"That's not it," said Trillian sadly. " I've got nothing to peek at. Blanche and Peggy both have something; I'm just a stick."

"I disagree," said Dex, still staring out into the woods. "I find you attractive, smart, beautiful and cute beyond words. You are kawaii, my perfect waifu."

"Look at me, I've got nothing!"

Dexter turned around and cautiously peered as he turned, and what he saw was perfection. Everything about Trillian was tiny. Her breasts were no larger than half a tennis ball each; her nipples grew hard under his adoring gaze. Her waist was tiny, and her hips curved perfectly. To an anime otaku like Dexter, she was a walking example of the Dandere type. Small, quiet, expressionless, but passionate when alone with the one she loves. He took Trillian in his arms and hugged her, and whispered, "You are everything to me."

"Really?" squeaked Trill.

"Let's go swimming," said Dex. He wanted to get in the lake and hide his embarrassment. They walked across the beach, Trillian in the lead, her tiny buttocks wiggling and taunting Dexter as they walked. Trill looked back over her shoulder with that million-dollar smile of hers, then dashed into the cool, refreshing lake water.

The water was perfect for a hot summer day. Even though they all had gone swimming right here on this beach countless times as they grew up, this time, with the water now touching them where swimming suits had always covered them, the caress of the lake became a sensuous delight. The girls' nipples hardened as the cool water kissed their bare breasts and uncovered pussies. While under the gaze of that one special friend, the occasional brush of a hand, the gentle collision of that one special body as they played added to a sensuous feast for their nerve endings.

Their play started with gently splashing and swimming under the warm summer sun, but the eighteen and nineteen-year-old hands began touching. As they got used to their nudity, the play got more fun. Tickling was added to the games, and soon whoops and squeals of laughter rang out as they tickled and splashed each other. Dexter tried to keep back from the horseplay; he didn't dare touch Trillian, so he moved to shallower water and sat on the sandy bottom, watching the friends play. He went unmissed, which was how he preferred to spend his time. Alone. Ignored.

He was not noticed until someone called out "CHICKEN FIGHT!"

Trillian looked around and noticed Dex nearly on shore. She waded over to where he was sitting and said, "Come on Dexie, you know how to chicken fight, don't you?"

"I... shouldn't. I'm almost a foot taller than them. It would be unfair."

Trillian realized something was wrong with Dexter. He's acting strangely for some reason. "I'm almost a foot shorter than them, so we're a perfect match! Come on!"

"I don't think..."

"Please Dexie? Come on, we'll have fun." He looked like he was fighting an internal struggle, but she tried again. "Please, for me?"

Dexter could never turn Trillian down, so with a heavy sigh he got up and followed her to the group. "Ok, everyone is here - let's mount up!" called Cecil. Like Cecil and Logan, Dexter crouched down in the water, and when he felt Trillian scramble onto his shoulders, he ducked completely underwater, making it easy for her to get up on his shoulders. When she was in place, Dexter stood, and Trillian whooped with laughter. She felt ten feet tall. For the first time, she was eye to eye with her friends.

"Ready, Go!" and the three pairs surged toward each other, and combat had begun.

The feeling of her tiny body on his shoulders, her little hands clutching his head, his hands holding her miniature ankles. He had to make sure that he stayed in water above his waist to hide his erection. On his shoulders, Trillian squealed and giggled, having the time of her life. Somehow those feelings of inadequacy that Dexter grew up with overwhelmed him, and the feelings of joy and love that were stirring in him were crushed.

"I'm not worthy of this," he whispered. He didn't hear the cheering and laughter as Blanche fell off Cecil's shoulders; all he knew was that the game had paused. He couldn't take the chorus of negative emotions anymore and said, "I'm sorry, I've got to go." He ducked underwater and struggled Trillian off his shoulders, then left.

"What's with Dex?" asked Blanche.

"He gets like this," said Logan, who, as far as anyone knows, is Dexter's best friend, even though they rarely talk outside of D&D games. "He has issues. I'll see what's going on." Logan started toward the shore, but a small hand grabbed his arm, and without a word, Trillian brushed past him.

She followed his path up the beach and into the woods, where she found Dexter kneeling and shuddering. She came up behind Dexter and put her arms around him, and Dex immediately tensed up. "It's just me," she whispered in his ear. "I was worried."

"Don't. I'm not worth it."

"You are to me. I'm your waifu, and you are my husbando." Those terms are used by anime lovers to describe the ideal anime wife or husband.

"I don't know how to deal with people," said Dexter. The words were painful to say, but they were true. "My mom teaches in Escanaba; my dad teaches in Marquette. They're only home on the weekend, my mom's sister, Aunt Tina, she comes and makes dinner, checks my homework, then goes back to the convent."

"Convent?"

"She's a nun."

"How long as this been going on?" asked a shocked Trillian. She was just discovering how much she didn't know about Dexter.

"Since second grade. Nobody talks in my house, we just read. I've never been touched like this before."

"I like touching you," whispered Trill. "You make me feel safe and wanted."

"I do?"

"I was sick as a baby so my brother and sisters stayed away from me. I grew up being avoided and ignored. When you called me your waifu it was like we were engaged and I've never been so happy." Trillian had worked her way around Dexter, and now she was sitting in his lap, facing him. "I loved being on your shoulders. I could stay there forever..." Her lips were getting closer to his; her emerald green eyes were lost in his sky-blue eyes.

"I'm not..." but his complaint was cut off by her lips. Their lips met, and they kissed sweetly, both terrified, excited, and completely unsure of what they were doing. They were naked in a warm, fragrant forest with their arms wrapped around the person they had secretly adored since elementary school. Tentatively their tongues reached out to explore each other. Just the delicate touch of their tongues against each other set off fireworks of sensations and emotions in each other. They held each other tighter as their tongues danced and wrestled with each other. The thrills that ran through their youthful bodies startled them, and the only thing they were sure of was that they wanted the excitement to go on forever.

Nothing in their experience had warned them that feelings like this would happen. When the kiss ended, they looked into each other's eyes, looking to see if the L word would be appropriate. "Did you feel it too?" asked Dexter, and Trillian could only nod in amazement. Then she threw her tiny body at Dex; she wanted more. He fell back into the bed of pine needles, pulling Trillian down with him. This time their kiss was hungrier, more passionate, more aggressive. Their tongues explored and wrestled; their excitement was punctuated by whimpers and sighs of delight.

Trillian pushed herself up on her hands and gasped, her breath coming in pants. "I think I really do love you."

"Huh?"

"I've been telling myself for years that I love you but I didn't know if it was true so I was afraid to say anything."

Dex nodded and said, "me too..." then gripping her tiny ribcage, he brought her down to him again. But instead of a kiss, he brought one of her tiny breasts to his mouth and suckled on her erect nubbin.

The change that came over Trillian was immediate. She shrieked as bolts of erotic lightning shot through her body. Her clit tingled and her mind spun with pleasure as he trapped her nipple between his teeth and flicked his tongue over the ultrasensitive nub. Each flick caused more bolts of desire to flash through her body and a squeak of pleasure to escape her lips.

Trillian pushed up and Dex let her, just so he could give attention to her other nipple. This time she groaned and held his head in place as he nursed at her tit. "So good! It feels so good Dex! Oh GOD it's so good!"

Their pleasure went on forever until, excited by the non-stop stimulation, Trillian pushed up to a sitting position, straddling his waist. His hard cock was flat against his belly and her wet pussy lay against it, her nether lips wrapped around his cock. Her eyes flew open in shock as something other than her finger pressed against her tingling clit.

Dex was concerned about the shocked look on her face and asked, "Are you ok?"

Her hips twitched and her pussy slid against his cock, and she looked shocked again, this time a happy shock. "Yes," she whispered, and her hips twitched again. "Oh yes..." her hips began a forward and backward sliding, his thick cock, soaked in her virginal lubrication, pressed against her clit and her inner vaginal lips. "Yes!" she whispered with each slide of her pussy against his cock. "Yes!" she groaned again as he reached up with both hands and twirled her nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

Trill was flushed, and she's rubbed herself against enough pillows to know what was happening, and she was soon gasping and whimpering as the pleasure spread over her. "Oh God Dexie! Dex!" Her movements became jerky as her pleasure mounted and the tension in her grew tighter and tighter. Her head spun, and she clamped her hands on Dexter's hands as he pinched and twisted her nipples. "Harder! Please!"

Dexter didn't want to cause her any pain, but she begged and said please, so he obeyed her request and pinched. Trillian realized she wasn't in a house with six other people, and she was free to let her feelings out. She looked down at Dexter and she saw his face bathed in a peaceful glow of acceptance and love. He did look like the man she grew up worshiping on TV, the mysterious third doctor. None of the other nerd kids knew of him, or if they did, none liked him. They were all hung up on Doctor Number Ten, David Tennant, so Jon Pertwee was all hers, and here he was! The thought set off an explosion in the tiny nerd, and she screamed as she came. Wave after wave of release washed over the fire haired beauty, and she collapsed on Dexter.

He wrapped his arms around her and whispered in her ear as she sighed and cuddled against her man. "Thank you for letting me do that," she said. "I was so turned on that I forgot to be embarrassed."

"You don't have to be embarrassed around me, I feel like the luckiest guy on the U.P."

As the waves of excitement eased off, Trillian pushed herself up and said, "Why are you so lucky? You're now stuck with me, the runt of the litter. That's what dad always calls me."

"That's exactly why I'm lucky. If I could go back in time I'd go back and do this sooner."

Trillian nodded in agreement, and she moved back so she could rest her cheek on his chest. "Blanche's birthday party, that would have been..." Suddenly she felt something down there pressing against her lower region.

"Sorry," said Dexter softly. "That's me." She pushed back a little more, and the head of his cock popped into her pussy, and her eyes flew open. "Please, I've never done this..."

"Me too," and Trillian pushed back a little more. Now a different pleasure washed over her, a more complete pleasure. Dex was inside of her and she wanted him all the way in. She pushed back and more of Dexter's cock slid into her. He was covered with her juices from moments ago, so he slid in easily. "So good..." she sighed as she pushed back and got every inch of Dexter's cock inside her. "I've waited so long for this!" she was so happy she was almost crying.

"I've been waiting too," and he began sliding his cock in and out, in and out. The feeling of her pussy lips sliding up and down on his cock, and the sight of her cumming while she masturbated on his shaft had Dexter out of his mind with need. His hips began moving of their own accord, and he fucked her from below with growing need. "I can't help... I need..." He tried to apologize as his cock pummeled her with ever-increasing force.

"Yes Dex, fuck me... it's so good!" Being stretched out like this for the first time was a little painful, but the pain was a turn on and soon she felt an orgasm building again. She was pushing back at his thrusts... faster and faster... harder... deeper... and suddenly she was cumming again. She buried her face in his shoulder as he slammed into her mercilessly.

"I'm cumming!" he cried and joined her in ecstasy as he spurted into her again and again...

<><><><><>

"You think they're going to be ok?" asked Blanche as she, Cecil, Logan, and Peggy watched Trillian disappear into the woods after Dexter.

"Yeah," said Cecil. "Dex has always been crazy about her. Do you know he almost dropped the rifle team so he wouldn't have the letter for that team and she would have shared the podium as co-Valedictorian. He would have done it but Trillian talked him out of quitting."

"Why did she do that?"

"She wanted it to be all Pleasant Cove graduation ceremony on the stage and no city kids up there," said Logan. "If she and Dex had tied they would have had to share the stage with Carlisle Honeycutt."

"Where's Peggy going?" asked Blanche, and they looked and saw Peggy was wandering down the beach, her head turning, looking for something.

"I'll get her." Logan trotted off up the beach until he came up alongside Peggy. He gently grabbed her arm, and she jerked in surprise. "Did ya get lost?"

"Huh? No... well, a little. Where's Cecil and Blanche?"

"Back there," said Logan as he pointed up the beach.

"Oh yeah, ok. Don't know how I missed them."

"Peggy," Logan tugged her arm to get her to face him. "It's getting worse, isn't it?"

"Worse? I'm just worried about sunburn."

"Come with me and I'll put suntan lotion anywhere you want. I was talking about your concentration."

She went ice cold. "My concentration is fine."

"I mean the MDD and the Hyperfantasia..." Peggy has Maladaptive Daydreaming, also called Chronic Overactive Imagination, and that's coupled with Hyperfantasia, which is the ability to generate extremely vivid mental images in the mind, to the point where they can feel almost real. Together, they sometimes make it impossible for Peggy to figure out what is reality and what is not.

"Who told you? Was it my stupid brother Keith? I'll beat him when I find him."

"It was your mom. She was worried that I was going to get involved with something I couldn't handle."

"What did you say?"

"I said, 'Missus Ayers, I've been in love with your daughter since we were in kindergarten, and if dealing with her imagination is something I have to, then it's a small price to pay for her love.'"

"You're such an idiot. You're always so angry about everything and now you come up with this?" Peggy's eyes were tearing up. Did he really say he loved her? Or was it her imagination?

"I'm only angry because I love you but you won't tell me how you feel about me."

"Well... you should know," said Peggy with a pout.

"I would know if you'd tell me!"

"I may not just have an overactive imagination, What if I'm completely mental? Would you love me then?"

"If you love me, yes! Why are we shouting at each other?"

She tightened up and shouted, "I was just looking for our baby! I knew we had a baby and I can't find it! Is that what you want to live with?"

"YES! Let me help you!"

"How? How can you help?"

"Your fantasies, your ideas, you've told them to me, and they're amazing. Let's write them down and publish them. You once said that talking about them released you from them. Let's release you and make a couple of bucks."

"I can't write," she looked like she was going to cry.

"No, but I can. I can help you and edit your stories, and we can self-publish."

"How do I know if any of this is real?"

"Does this feel real?" and Logan took the strawberry blond beauty in his arms and kissed her. She tightened up and squeaked in shock, but then she realized this was Logan, the one she dreams about so often. She melted into his arms and soon their tongues were entwined as their hands ran over each other's bodies. This was real; she knew it was real because she could feel it, she could really taste it. In a fantasy, things don't feel like anything even though she sees them vividly. She's dreamed often enough about Logan taking her in his arms, but it never felt like this!

His lips and tongue on her neck were so much more than the images she dreamed up. Her breath was quick and panting as he kissed his way down to her breasts and began suckling her nipples. Jolts of pure pleasure radiated from his touch, and suddenly she felt a finger exploring her pussy. "What! What are you doing?"

"I'm touching you."

"Tell me, tell me what you feel. I want to know."

"Your breasts are so round and firm, I've dreamed of them and they're better in real life. I love the way you gasp when I touch them," and he pinched her nipple for emphasis.

"Your other hand, what... oh God! What are you doing to me?"

"I'm touching your pussy, it feels so good, so warm and moist and soft and smooth in there. My cock is aching to be inside you."

When he said 'cock' images of the photographs of cocks she's seen filled her mind; now she gets to see one for real. Her hand reached out and found his cock, and her fingers wrapped around it. "So big!"

"Nah, I'm just normal size."

Peggy dropped to her knees to explore. "So weird!" The idea that someone's sex organs were hanging out where they could get caught on something amused Peggy as she inspected every inch of his cock and balls. If she cared, she would have been upset that she had a reputation as a slut who slept with every guy on the lacrosse team. Wouldn't they be surprised to know this was the first cock she's ever seen? Logan smelled of the lake and masculinity, a scent she fell in love with. She cupped his balls and licked his cock.

"That feels so good Peggy!" gasped Logan.

"Tell me what it feels like." She looked up at Logan, her eyes wide with wonder. Does he feel like she feels when she touches herself?

"All tingly and anxious, like it wants to be inside of something." Peggy opened her mouth and took as much of Logan's cock in as she could and began sucking, like it was a drinking straw. She looked up at him and questioned him with her eyes. "That's kind of good... but what it really likes is friction, ya know, wet friction, like when you licked it." Then Peggy's lips and tongue moved up and down over the flesh of his hard pole, and he groaned in pleasure. "So good, your tongue on the underside! Oh, my God! I've never felt anything like this!"

Peggy could almost feel what he was feeling. The more she sucked and swallowed his cock, the more his gasps and groans grew. Her free hand began touching her pussy, a finger traced circles around her tingling clit. Is this what he feels when she swallows his cock? She was filled with a desire to make this experience truly a real event in her mind. She leaned back and pulled him down to her in the damp, packed sand by the water's edge. "I want you in me now!" she demanded and leaned back, pulling him on top of her.

"I don't know how," muttered Logan, but between the two of them, they figured it out, and Logan carefully eased into Peggy.

"Ow!"

"Did I hurt you?"

"It's ok, it's my first time so... why are you smiling?"

"I love you Peggy."

"I love you too... but why are you smiling?"

He never answered the question; he can do that later. He eased slowly into her hot, moist depths and groaned as the sweet walls of her pussy clutched at his cock, drawing him in... into her depths... into her fantasy world. "More!" she gasped, and she jerked her hips, encouraging him. He began fucking, slowly at first, then picking up speed as Peggy clawed his back. "More!" she hissed, and the sound of their groins slapping together echoed across the lake. "Yes! Just like that!" she squealed. Her legs came up, and she placed her heels on his ass, giving him greater access to her depths. He pressed his mouth to hers and fucked her mouth with his tongue in time to the beating of his cock in her pussy.

Their fucking seemed to go on forever, then a sensation grew that overwhelmed Peggy. She struggled to free her mouth from his and cried out his name over and over. Her body tensed up, and she planted her feet on the sand, raising her hips, offering her cunt to his punishing cock. Logan slammed into her as hard as he could while Peggy cried out in pleasure as the orgasm ravaged her young, perfect body. She shuddered as waves of ecstasy coursed through her body and mind. Logan joined her at her pinnacle and roared as he came, filling her with his sperm, then as one they collapsed onto the sand.

They lay in the warm sunlight, panting and kissing. "That was real?" panted Peggy.

"It was really real. I've never felt something so real."

"I've never had a man before," she whispered in his ear.

"I want to be your only man."

She snuggled against him and sighed. "I like that idea." As they kissed, a cry of pleasure drifted over the sand. Peggy rose and looked back at Blanche and Cecil. Blanch was on her hands and knees, her massive breasts dangling from her chest. Cecil was kneeling behind her, fucking her from behind with all his might. The slaps of his groin against her ass, and her shrieks of pleasure filled the air. "That looks like fun," said Peggy. "I want to do that."

"Give me a little bit." Logan pulled her down for a kiss that was sweet and loving. "Let's go wash off."

"Yeah, I'm goopy."

Logan and Peggy waded into the lake and rinsed the sweat and sand and combined fluids off, paying extra care to clean off each other. They were eventually joined by Blanche, Cecil, Dexter, and Trillian, who joined them in their cleaning ritual. All were blissfully smiling as they splashed in Lake Michigan. Something amazing happened, and the nerds were transformed. Into what they were transformed, they still had to figure out, but six lives were changed.

As they sat on their towels drying in the midafternoon sun, more and more people arrived to celebrate Nude Day. Up and down the beach, naked sunbathers lay out in the sun or splashed in the lake. But they didn't come down to the west end of the beach where the nerds sat in a circle, couples holding hands. Blanche sighed and said, "I wish it would stay like this forever."

"Let's make a pact," said Cecil. "No matter where we are, or what we're doing, we gather here every July 14."

"I second that motion."

"The motion was made and seconded, all those in favor signify so by saying aye!"

"AYE!"

There was laughter, then they grew quiet. Trillian broke the silence by saying, "We're getting married. We're going to get married before we go to Marquette University so we won't be far away."

"Congratulations!" said Blanche. "We're going to get married too."

"Like that's a surprise," said Dexter. "You two have been acting like a married couple since fifth grade."

"What about you two?" asked Cecil.

Peggy and Logan looked at each other, then Logan whispered in her ear, "This is real." The strawberry blond broke into a huge smile; it was real! Logan said, "We have a lot to figure out, but I think we're heading in the right direction."