Once I reached 12 chapters (including the epilogue), I felt positive that I could maintain a publication schedule of at least 1 new chapter per 2 weeks.

I thus decided to publish the already written series every Monday morning, and to adjust the rate of publication according to the number of article written in the 3 months it took to publish them.

I used to write roughly 2 chapters per week (it took me only 6 weeks to write the 12 chapters), so I felt confident that in 3 months, I would be able to write at least 12 more, buying me more time.

But as you discovered, things didn't work our as planned.

First of all, I got an idea for another story, a kind of naturist thriller story for now called "The desert beach" and thought it would be easy to write since I could visualize the story a lot better than I usually do when I start writing.

I figured I had plenty of time to finish The desert beach and write more Mark and Jenny articles before February 1st. After all, it was back in October.

But I hit a snag. I don't know if I can't write thrillers anymore (it used to be my favorite genre) or if I simply can't write naturist thrillers, but I can't seem to find the proper tone for the story. 

I don't want to give spoilers, but if naturists became secluded nude, would they be suddenly ashamed of being nude or would their survival be their first priority ? 

And then, while I was still struggling to fix the desert beach, I got a wonderful idea for a new Catherine Reynolds article.

If you followed the page "Stories Progress Report", you know it's almost done. It should be fairly easy to complete and get back on track with Mark and Jenny.

But life happened.

Nothing bad, on the contrary. Since the beginning of December, I have been extremely busy in positive ways. I had written Mark and Jenny during a period of recession due to lack of work, and now, I am personally needed more than ever, over working over 12 hours per day.

This sadly, leaves little time for writing...

But as I look at the stats for January : 4,356 visits and 15,968 page views, our record month, I can't help but feel guilty for the lack of Mark and Jenny updates.

I think it's clear you love this series, and I promise I will get back to it, so stay...[Continue reading on the site]

I thought back then that having spent the afternoon nude made me more accustomed to the cold, but I now think it was simply because I was high from the event, instead of being scared beforehand.

When I came inside, my mother was on the phone with Jenny, who had just called to talk to me. I was excited and decided to run to the basement to take the call.

She wanted to inform me that her parent had really liked me and that they officially approved of me hanging out with their daughter. They even said that she could invite me to visit them this summer at their naturist center, if I wanted to go.

This was a lot of take in. I had only recently got used to being seen in the nude by someone else than Jenny, and I was already invited to visit their center.

Jenny was fortunately overwhelmed by the idea. She mentioned how great the sun and the wind felt on your completely nude body and she felt quite happy to have someone her age around. She told me that most of the kids were a lot younger than she was, leaving her to spend most of her days either alone or with young adults.

To be honest, after hearing her description of the place, the only thought that crossed my mind was that it sounded like a boring place. Apart from swimming and reading, I didn't see anything interesting to do and would have probably never gone if it weren't for the fact that it allowed me to spend time with a completely nude Jenny. 

Even today, I fail to see why people spend their entire summer at place like that, even if it was the only place they were allowed to be outside without clothes. Imagine my surprise when I visited a non-naturist camping ground to see the camper of one of my office colleagues: his camping ground was even less...[Continue reading on the site]

She quickly told me that her parents had liked me and wanted to get to know me better. As such, I was officially invited to go eat supper at with her family that night and Jenny hope I would agree.

Of course, he excitement registered in my mind as a new step crossed toward her heart but it is much more likely she was just happy to share her lifestyle with someone her parents approved of.

I asked permission from my parents who were just delighted I would eat with the family of the girl they had so frequently seen and who they hoped would soon be my official girlfriend.

My mother even gave me money to stop at the bakery to buy desert : "It's the polite thing to do".

As soon as diner was finished, I jumped on my bike on that warm March afternoon and pedaled as fast as I could to the bakery to buy an apple pie. I went to put it in my backpack, and only then realized it was too fragile for such a trip.

I managed to slowly drive my bike with one hand holding the bike steady, and the other keeping the pie stable.

On arrival, Jenny opened the door seconds after I rang. I have no doubt she was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

I quickly came up to the kitchen and greeted her nude parents, offering the pie as a gift. I was warmly thanked, by a handshake from Jenny's father and a kiss on each of my cheeks by her mother.

Jenny and I retreated to her room where I undressed, but not before emptying out my backpack which contained another graphic novel and a few comic books and CDs. 

While she was looking at my selection of entertainment, I put all of my clothes in my back pack, and tucked it away in a corner of the room.

Jenny selected one of the CDs, from Enya if I remember properly, and we browsed the comics books as well as some of her naturist magazines.

I wouldn't say she was particularly interested in my comic books, but I think she mostly wanted me to know more about her lifestyle and didn't want to look too obsessed about it. Me, on the other hand, didn't want to look too much at the magazines, for fear of being seen as a pervert looking for nude pictures.

But we talked a lot, like usual. Philosophy, politics, world hunger, were some of the subjects touched. After a few hours, we went in...[Continue reading on the site]

After only a few times, my erections stopped occurring inside her house, but oddly enough, they were always present while I was getting there.

The third time, she kept a pair of shorts on because of her periods, leaving me the only person nude in the house, but by then, I was used to my own nudity and it no longer mattered.

At school, this only brought us closer. Samantha was now officially the third wheel. A few times, Jenny and I picked to go out for a movie and Samantha stayed home.

In her eyes, she probably saw us becoming a couple. We had time alone together, shared a certain level of intimacy and I certainly loved her with every pores of my skin and every cell of my body, but the love connection was only in one direction.

Sharing Jenny's lifestyle seemed at first like the key to her heart but it was only the key to a bigger friendship bond. Today, I realize I was stuck with the best friend syndrome and that if I had place my foot down, then perhaps I would have gotten a girlfriend and not just a girl friend.

But neither of us were willing to gamble with our friendship to try romantic feelings. Well, that's what I used to tell myself when going to bed, silently half-crying go sleep.

Those were the nights. The days on the other hand, were really going well. Samantha was giving us even more rope with which to hang any hopes of a romantic endeavour, but it allowed for even more quality time with Jenny.

About a month and a half after my first naturist experience, Samantha was taking a Friday night alone at home and my mother had friends over, leaving Jenny and I without a port of call. Suggesting a movie might had been a good idea, but Jenny had other plans.

For the first time, I rang the bell of her house with a car in the driveway. I heard Jenny ran down the stairs to open the door as early as possible.

Once I stepped in, she offered to present me to her parents, who were anxious to meet me.

When I came upstairs, I quickly noticed that both her parents were already nude. I turned around and saw that Jenny was placing her bathrobe on the stairway hooks.

Her parents and I exchanged the usual pleasantries with the addition of them interrogating me on how I felt about naturism. I wouldn't say they were curious about how I reacted to their lifestyle. I...[Continue reading on the site]

When I finally arrived at her house on the next Thursday, Jenny was wearing her bathrobe, but didn't keep it on a long time. Almost as soon as the door was closed, she was entirely nude, from the feet up.

I'd be lying if I said this didn't cause harm to our friendship in the short run. We barely spoke Friday during lunch, and when we were at Samantha's house, there was some tension between us.

Starting the next morning at school, Jenny started to be even closer to me than usual. She talked more to me than to Samantha. I guess she felt closer to me by having shared her secret, but of course, I then took it as interest from her part.

I was 14 at the time, and I had never tried to seduce a girl before, especially one I liked so much. What am I supposed to do ? Risk it all away ? I had a good thing. I was close to her, we shared everything, and we spent considerable amount of time together.

I did watch for signs she was interested in another boy, but the signs never came. She seemed happy with her life as it was, so who was I to change it ?

But something did change. On a late January (or was it early February ? ) Thursday, I had brought a graphic novel to show her what boys liked. Hey, it seemed a good idea at the time.

This prompted her to take out a book from her bookcase which she had just borrowed from the public library and was about to return over the week-end.

When she took it out however, a few books and magazines fell, and on top of it, was a copy of a magazine I had never seen before, "H and E". To my surprise, it had a smiling nude woman on the cover, with the title of articles hiding her nipples.

I quickly grabbed it while she yelled at me to give it back to her. I flipped the pages and discovered that the various pages had picture of nude families, and not just nude woman like playboy and other adult magazines.

I gave her back the magazine and notice she was blushing seriously, as if she was ashamed of having been seen with it.

I explained I didn't care what she read, that it didn't make her any less of a friend, but I sensed there was something bigger at play.

She tried to say a few things, but seemed to be unable to voice anything. As such, I decided to simply ask her what kind of a magazine it was, saying that I had never seen any magazine like it.

She was still pretty freaked out, and she held to the magazine, clutching it to her chest almost reducing it to shreds.

I motioned her to sit down on her bed and sat next to her. I held her shoulder and simply waited.

"It's a naturist magazine. It's a magazine about people who enjoy social nudity"

It was not the first time I had...[Continue reading on the site]

In December, I decided it was time to act. My relationship wasn't moving forward and Christmas was around the corner.

Already, the next Monday, I could see a shift in the relationships. Over the week-end, both girls had listened to the CD and loved it, approving me as a music expert. I wasn't, but it felt good to be appreciated.

Over the weeks, I was able to slowly, but surely, get closer to her. Samantha had already included me in her confidence, sharing secrets the other guys didn't know about, not that they would understand them anyway. Jenny however, still erected a wall between us which I seemed unable to escalade until a fateful day in the beginning of November.

An iceberg is mostly under the water, hidden from view. When I looked at other people, they almost all looked shallow, empty. Now that I am an adult, I can see more complex personalities in the people that surround me, but in high school, I had the distinct impression I was the only teenager that was mostly under the water.

It's not easy to be a teenager. At least, it wasn't for me. Girls didn't see me other than for occasional team work for school. Boys didn't see me either. I didn't belong to any of the groups.

You could say I was a reject, but rejects also had their own little clubs. A few people have mistaken me for a nerd even thought I dressed better and didn't have glasses, but soon enough they would realize I didn't have the grades or wits to help them out.

In a way, I didn't mind that much since no one picked on me. But I was tired of always being in the shadow, almost invisible.

I did have a few friends. Steve and Jason were guys I had known in junior high. Back then, I had not really been friend with either, but after I introduced them to each other and they became best friends, they started to hang out with me, perhaps out of pity.

William was rather distant and clumsy, but he completed out quartet as the silent member. I remember that Steve, Jason and I would argue on a subject while William would simply doodle in his notebook. I know he eventually became a web graphic designer so I guess he was already practicing.

But what made our team different from the rest of the groups were Jenny and Samantha. Samantha was Steve's neighbour, and Jenny was her best friend.

In grade school, I had learned that girls often come in pairs for some reason. Guys usually form gangs, but girls seem to hang around only with their best friend.

In high school, it seemed to change for a lot of the girls, but for Jenny and Samantha, they seemed to prefer it in the old way.

They hang a lot with us, but it was more like in proximity to us than directly with us. They would sit next to us for lunch or hang out in the courtyard, but most of the conversations were held in parallel mode, with the girls having one subject and the guys having another.

Yet, slowly, the pattern was changing. The guys didn't seem to notice, but more and more, I was involved in the girl's discussions, leaving Steve and Jason to their computer gaming talks and William to...[Continue reading on the