Robbie

Robbie 4

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Robbie

by Willie B Florida
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PART 4

Trin leaned against Charlene, her naked body on display as her mom gently twiddled the girl's clitoris. At this moment Trin seemed younger than her almost ten years, tired after a long day and snuggled against her mother for some comfort before falling into bed. Stace had been deposited on Robbie's lap and the index finger of his right hand was still cosseted in her tight vagina, his left hand holding up the little girl's sleeping head.

It had been a long day. Robbie was even more confused about his family situation, but he now knew one thing: it was going to be a naked summer.

"But Dad," he'd insisted, "I thought you and Marie were living in Jacksonville."

"We are, temporarily. Our apartment's really small. That's one reason we thought you'd like to spend your vacation at Charlene's."

Yeah, and the other reason was what, Robbie mused? To "babysit" two girls. He immediately chastised himself for thinking negative thoughts--even to himself!

"Marie works for Ag Extension and she won't know her next assignment until after the new fiscal year. That starts in July, but they often delay the decisions for months after that. As for me," Robbie's dad shrugged good-naturedly, "I can do my design work from pretty much anywhere, as long as I can find a WiFi connection to upload the files."

"Yeah, okay," Robbie shrugged, "I get it. Besides, I'm only here for the summer. I just don't know why I have to be naked today. It's not like we're going swimming."

"If he doesn't like it, you should put him on the pills," Trin piped up.

Robbie groaned. They were in the car. Marie needed to attend a brief meeting at the University. His dad wanted to pick up a new scanner at Best Buy. They'd be gone all day, traveling and spending the day in Gainesville. His Dad and Marie had volunteered to take Trin along.

"We'll take you to the Florida Museum of Natural History," Marie had enthused. Robbie hoped it wouldn't too boring. He also knew that if Charlene or Cherie had come along that even a whisper of a suggestion from Trin would be as good as a command. He had no idea what Trin was proposing now, but he waited to see if Marie would be as accommodating as either of Trin's moms.

"Seriously," Trin insisted. "It gets boys used to being naked. That's what everyone in my school says."

"We'll see," Marie answered her placatingly. "For now why don't you just enjoy the ride, okay?"

"Okay!" Trin replied in a cheerful singsong.

Robbie was feeling really annoyed. His mood wasn't improved when they stopped at a gas station. Inside was a miniature "country version" of the Stripped For Florida booths that could be found in more glamorous format in more populated Florida tourist venues.

"Ten dollars on pump one," Marie told the clerk, "A Snickers bar, this pack of gum, and a small bottle of the SFF pills, please. If you don't mind giving us a small cup of water, that would be great."

"That will be $14.55, ma'am."

The money was paid, the bottle was opened and Robbie was proffered a small blue pill. "Drink it up, honey." Robbie winced at the remark, but drank down the pill and went to use the restroom before returning to the car. By the time they got to Gainesville he was hard as a rock.

"I can't get out," he announced. They had pulled into the parking garage and the Natural History Museum was just across the way.

"It's the museum," his dad insisted. "It'll be fun. Besides, you can't just sit in the car all day."

"No. I'm not going in."

"He's embarrassed because he's hard," Trin explained.

"Is that the problem?" his dad asked.

"I just don't . . . yes, it's the problem! First, I'm naked and now I'm fucking hard and I don't even know why. This is like the unsexiest place in the world," his arm gestured around the interior of the parking garage.

Everyone laughed.

"And you think it's funny!" Robbie yelled.

"Well, you have to admit, that was a pretty amusing remark," Marie cajoled him. "Anyway, lots of boys are erect -- it's normal -- let's go inside and if you don't like it after half an hour we can leave."

Robbie let himself be pulled out of the car and dragged across the street, but he kept himself as hidden as he could between his dad and Marie. Trin skipped along ahead of them, oblivious of her nudity and unencumbered by unwanted engorgements and protrusions.

"I want to see the cave," she sang out as they entered the lofty entry area. A mastodon skeleton loomed to one side and light poured through upper windows tinted in shades of blue.

"There's a special exhibit you might want to see," was Marie's suggestion.

The exhibit was indeed interesting and Robbie learned a lot. It was set up to compare today's stripped kids with life among Florida's native peoples, especially the Timicuan and the Calusa. Robbie learned that it was not just kids, but adults too, that were naked among Florida's native people. He was fascinated by the life-size figures of contemporary teens adorned with elaborate body tattoos, micro gem implants and all manner of genital jewelry.

"Do they really do that?" he asked his dad, looking at a figure of a boy not much older than himself with a full erection adorned with elaborate tattoos. He shuddered to imagine having that part of his body subjected to needles.

"Oh yes," his father assured him, "look at this one." Another life size model featured a boy with barbell penis piercings and pierced nipples with small chains hanging down.

"Girls, too," Trin informed him, pointing at a figure of a girl with her mannequin finger just touching a gold ball pierced through the hood of her clitoris. The girl's breasts were implanted with a web of glistening micro gems, the gold and silver points shining light out of her skin.

Robbie felt the air-conditioning blasting against his naked skin, his erection throbbing upwards, and turned to look at the figures of the Timucuan. In contrast to todays Floridians, these earlier residents concentrated their efforts on adults rather than children. Raised dots covered the bodies of men and women in elaborate patterns. Models of naked Timucuan children frolicked through the display in frozen motion, their skins smooth and unmarked.

Trin pulled on his hand, but not getting an immediate response tugged on his dad's hand instead and pulled him into the next display area.

"We haven't had much of a chance to get to know one another," Marie remarked to Robbie. "How are you feeling about your visit so far?"

"Um, it's fine."

"A lot different from California, I'm sure. Plus, having to deal with all these new family members." She laughed, trying to put the boy at ease.

"I just don't get why I have to be naked. And, this . . . " he waved vaguely down at his unrepentant erection.

"It's a lot to get used to -- being stripped, I mean. That's why your dad and I put you on the pills today. To help you get over the embarrassment."

"The pills? You mean that you had me take at the gas station?"

"That's right. They make you hard -- just for the day."

"The pills! That's why I have this erec . . . " He couldn't bring himself to finish the word in front of this woman he barely knew.

"Yes, they give you an erection. Lot's of Florida boys take them."

"But," Robbie stammered, "I don't get it. Why in the world would you think this would help me? It's even more embarrassing!"

"Right. But, after you get used to this, just plain nakedness will be a piece of cake, right?"

Robbie groaned. "Can't I just put my clothes back on. It's been an experience. I've tried it out. But I just don't understand why so many Florida kids want to be naked . . . I'm just not used to the idea, I guess."

"Oh, they don't necessarily want to be naked. They have no choice," Marie explained. "You see, once you're stripped for Florida, that's it. You aren't allowed to wear clothes . . . until you leave the state that is."

"What? Dad said it was just so I could go skinny dipping. Then we were at home, then we went swimming again. It was okay. But, here, in a museum, walking around town, I didn't sign up for this!"

"No, you didn't. We signed you up for it. But," Marie added mischievously, "Trin really enjoys it."

"Trin . . . " Robbie sighed and shook his head.

"Hey, Robbie," Trin bounded around the corner. "Come look at this!"

Letting himself get dragged to the next display Robbie let it sink in: he'd be naked all summer!

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"I'm concerned about Robbie," Marie confided. She and Robbie's dad had not been together long, and she didn't want to overstep her bounds. After all, Robbie was not her child -- she barely knew the boy. Nevertheless, she hated to see how miserable he was. "He's just not adapting to being stripped. And he's going to be here all summer. Not to mention every other time he comes to visit."

"Hmmm, I hadn't thought about that." Robbie's dad was reluctant to admit that until today he hadn't even realized that stripping was a done deal until the child was 21. He had been genuine when he told Robbie it was just about skinny dipping for a few days of vacation. "So, what do we do?" he asked Marie. He stabbed at his salad of mixed organic greens, goat cheese and cranberries. Trin and Robbie were analyzing the dessert section in the museum café and were temporarily out of earshot.

"Well, I was wondering if we should stop in at the SFF office here in Gainesville. It's an official SFF booth, if you know what I mean, not just an add-on in a gas station. They might have some advice."

Robbie's dad shrugged. He was at a loss. "Sure, whatever you think will help. I don't like seeing him miserable, either."

"Has he told his mom?" Marie asked. "Have you?"

"I haven't." He hadn't known it was a big deal, and now that it was, he didn't relish the thought of bringing it up. "I'm not sure if he has or not."

"Well, she isn't here anyway," Marie summed up. "So, it's really up to you to handle."

"Right. So kids," he announced, "we've got a couple more errands to do here in Gainesville -- one of which is to visit scenic downtown!"

Robbie rolled his eyes. Just another excuse to parade my naked body in public he thought.

"Can we go to Mochi," Trin asked. "They've got the best toppings. It's right downtown. I can show you where it is."

"You just ate dessert, silly," Marie chastised her.

"Well, it doesn't hurt to ask," the girl retorted. "Besides, maybe I'll be hungry again by the time we get there."

Parking was difficult, but they finally found a space behind the looming new courthouse. The sun was bright and Robbie hopped from one spot to another on the hot pavement. Trin walked along normally.

"Don't your feet burn?" Robbie asked her.

"Naw, I'm used to it. Mochie anyone?"

Instead they walked over to the glass-enclosed Stripped For Florida pavilion just across from the Hippodrome Theatre. The ubiquitous pink-hued SFF "twins" shone out through glass and modern cantilevered beams that held up a sail-like roof.

"Good afternoon," chimed the woman behind the counter. She looked young enough, but was fully clothed with a name tag that read "Brittany" pinned to her blouse. "Looks like we've got two stripped kids in tow. How can I help you folks today?"

"Yes," Marie concurred. She looked over her shoulder and Robbie's dad nodded for her to continue. He had no idea how to formulate their question. "They're already stripped, obviously." She hesitated. "We're more here for advice."

"I am glad to help with anything that the SFF program can offer," the young lady replied. She didn't seem phased in the slightest.

"This is my niece," Marie was stalling. "She's been stripped since birth."

"I was born IVF," Trin told the woman in an earnest voice. "I have two moms."

"Yes," Marie went on, "and, this is . . . my nephew . . . and, well, he was just stripped recently. This is his first time in Florida." She hesitated for a moment and then just blurted the rest out. "I'm just really concerned that he's not adapting to it. I want him to enjoy his summer and any other time he comes to visit. Have you run into this situation before?"

"There are all types of kids, ma'am. It is totally understandable. But let's see what we can do."

Robbie wasn't enjoying standing there being the subject of conversation and suddenly hit upon a way out. "Um, dad, can I take Trin to that frozen . . . "

"Mochie!" Trin yelled.

"Trin would love it if I took her to Mochie," Robbie pleaded. "Please dad?"

"Sure, make sure not to get lost, and bring back the change." Jim handed his son a ten dollar bill.

"We won't get lost!" Trin declared with certainty. "Let's go, Robbie."

Robbie took her hand and vanished before any of the adults could change their minds.

"That girl adores him," Marie told the rep. "She's been begging him to fuck her and he just won't. We put him on the pills today. He's been to the springs, to the beach, the museum. I'm at a loss."

"He's probably just shy," the young woman told them. "He's at the age where his body is changing- - and you say he's not from Florida?"

"My wife and I are separated," Robbie's dad explained, rather unnecessarily in Marie's opinion. "He's been living with his mother in California."

The rep nodded. "The pills were a good idea," she said, looking at Marie and validating her approach, "but for a really shy boy it can take something less subtle. I recommend that you go across the street to Gallery J and ask for the 'boy wake up' package. They have a large window and they do it all on full public display."

"Gallery J?" Robbie's dad repeated.

"I have no idea why it's named that, but they'll get your boy aroused, that's for sure."

"Is that what we want? For him to get aroused?" his dad asked.

"Generally boys that get excited enough stop noticing that they're naked," she informed them. "I'm not saying he'll fuck your niece," she smiled at Marie, "his predilections may go in a different direction. But, he'll not be so shy about being stripped."

"Well, thank you very much for your time," Marie thanked the young woman. "We'll stop across the way and ask about the package. The 'boy wake up'?"

"That's the one. Works wonders. They have the 'girlathon' too -- if you want to give your niece a treat."

"Cool. Thanks a lot."

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