..Never mind," Ophelia mumbles, but I know my BFF well enough to knowwhat her real reason is."'And' you don't want to change your look before our new ...friends havehad a chance to get used to it?" I ask, making Ophelia sigh."You know how I hate peer pressure," Ophelia mumbles, her cheeksstarting to redden."It's only peer pressure if it's not your idea," I shrug. "If you werereally concerned about it you'd never have gone teal in the firstplace." Very true," Ophelia says with a light chuckle.. Her lover's hand was steady in its massage, palm and fingers rubbing past her fulcrum, down and up.The boys didn't invade the lovers' nest. They walked past, and she whispered to herself: Stop now, do it now. Don't walk away from us! Her pleasure was rising. She wanted it to coincide with watching whatever the boys would do.And they did stop. It almost seemed that her thoughts commanded them. She felt her neck hairs rise, those lovely, fine, downy hairs her lover enjoyed nuzzling. They stopped. We were having issues and rather than letting them fester and arguing all the time, we decided to get counseling from a colleague who knew both of us. The result was that she suggested that we both needed to give some and that we should decide how we wanted to settle disagreements. My last remark was:" my wife needs a spanking, in fact lots of them to make up for lost time." I never thought anything about it till we both got home. That evening a young man's voice on the phone told us he had. Unlike most of the other students in the hall, she had no plans for the night. As someone who had no clothes, her choices for recreation were minimal. Plus, she was not really a student. Being almost five or six years older than some of the students, Tami felt more like their mothers than a friend. She wanted to counsel them, give them the benefit of her wisdom. Maybe she could help them avoid a fate like hers.Tami was a nudist but an unintentional one. Six years ago, as a freshman, she had.