A Dry Spell

For the most part, I did not have any real nudist experiences, solo or social, for the remainder of my freshman year in college. When I went home to Cincinnati for the summer, my sister convinced me to transfer to the University of Cincinnati where she had transferred from IU, and to live with her in an apartment she was renting in the recently urban renewal area of Mount Adams, a trendy neighborhood on a hill that over looked Cincinnati. And, it was an awesome apartment in that it was right on the hillside and we had a gorgeous view of downtown Cincinnati, which was incredible at night with all of the lights. I met a few friends and would often ride my road bike down to the Serpent Wall to read or grab lunch, and then bike (laboriously) back up the hill to the apartment. I only attempted a nude event once when I was at my folk's house and they were down at the marina for the weekend, by laying out on their patio nude to work on my tan. The patio was enclosed by thick shrubs, but less than a half hour went by before I heard a door slam from inside the house and scrambled to get my shorts on, and had barely zipped up the zipper when my step-sister opened up the back door that led to the patio. She had married young (and pregnant) and was living nearby, but had stopped in to ask her dad about something. She almost caught me nude. In hindsight, perhaps I should have let her catch me ... that would have led to an interesting conversation. Anyway, as it turned out, most of my credits would not transfer to UC from my Christian College, so I ended up sitting out a semester and pretty much was a bum living off of my father's money he left me, until I could return to California after the Christmas holiday. When I did return to California, things picked up in my nude experiences.