3 comments/ 71194 views/ 11 favorites The Nudity of Lana Ch. 01 By: Wannabe Chick Synopsis: This story is about a 18-year-old girl named Lana who is going for a hike alone in an upstate New York nature preserve. She decides to explore down a certain trail she’s never explored. To her surprise, she stumbles across a women’s group having a gathering in a special clothing-optional area of the preserve. They invite her to join them and Lana begins to explore the thrill of nudity. If you enjoy this story, please let me know by emailing me at the link below. ***** -1- On a warm, sunny day in June, 18-year-old Lana Cooper decided to go for a hike through the woods. She’d been on vacation in upstate New York with her family for about a week, staying in a cabin they owned at the edge of Minniwaska Lake in the Minniwaska Nature Preserve. It was a popular place. The lake was always filled with swimmers or people on sailboats. But it was the woods Lana liked most. The nature preserve had dozens of trails covering acres and acres of unspoiled wilderness, perfect for a young girl to get some exercise, see some scenery, and be alone with her thoughts. She was walking along a dense section of the trail. The canopy of the trees overhead let only small trickles of light through. She could hear crickets buzzing in the distance. The air smelled lush and full of life. She was dressed in tiny, white shorts and a pink t-shirt, with white sneakers. Her honey-blonde hair was tied back in a pony tail. She was a little small for her age, with breasts that had recently grown to about a B cup, but she had a pretty face which dimpled when she smiled. She also wore braces, which she hoped to lose next year. The trail she was walking on was blazed with an orange mark on a tree every fifty feet or so. This was her favorite trail, the one she usually hiked. Eventually, she came to an intersection, with a smaller trail marked by white blazes, leading to another part of the woods. Lana had never been down that trail. She’d passed it countless times but never bothered to explore. It seemed small and uninteresting to her. Plus she was happy with her trail. Still, Lana felt strangely intrigued that day. Something was pulling her towards that trail. Shrugging her shoulders, she hoisted her backpack on to her shoulders, and began to climb the new, white-blazed trail. She explored the trail for about twenty minutes. It was actually nicer than she had expected it to be. She also found that it eventually ran along a stream. She followed the path along the stream for a few minutes when suddenly she heard voices ahead. Lana moved forward more slowly and, as she did so, the voice became louder. Also, she could hear the sound of water rushing down a waterfall. Finally, she came to a steep drop-off. The water from the stream fell into a valley and was pooled at the bottom by a natural dam. The swimming hole was surrounded on all sides by soft grass which eventually gave way to trees. The trail, Lana could see, snaked down around the drop-off to the swimming hole. The view was gorgeous, but that wasn’t what surprised her. Swimming in the water, lying in the grass, talking near the trees, playing Frisbee . . . Were over two dozen naked women. Just then, Lana noticed a sign on a tree next to her. It was a laminated, blue sign, which read: “Caution: You May Encounter Nudity Beyond This Point”. Her jaw still wide open, she turned back to stare in shock at the gathering below. She had never seen anything like this. She was old enough to know what nudist camps were and that they existed, but she never expected to find one out in the middle of the Minniwaska Nature Preserve like this. The women seemed so casual, so normal, but they were all buck naked. “Hello,” said a woman’s voice behind her. -2- Lana whirled around, heart pounding. A woman, thirty years old or so, stood in front of her with her hands on her hips, smiling. She, like the women below, wasn’t wearing a single item of clothing. At first, Lana was afraid she was in trouble, but the woman’s warm smile let her know she wasn’t. “Uhh, hi . . .” the 18-year-old replied. “Are you lost, hun?” the woman asked. “Not really,” Lana replied. Her eyes darted everywhere. She looked at the woman’s feet, the trees, the sky, the ground. She looked anywhere to avoid looking at the woman’s exposed breasts or vagina. “That’s good,” said the woman. Lana smiled weakly and continued averting her eyes. “It’s OK to look, you know,” said the woman. “What do you mean?” Lana asked, looking her in the eye. “A naked body is a natural thing and I’m not ashamed of mine,” she said. “Plus it’s kind of hard to talk to someone when they’re looking every which way.” Embarrassed, Lana finally took a real look at the woman. She was actually very pretty. She had a warm, open face with only the faintest hints of wrinkles. Dark brown hair with gold streaks highlighted hung to her neck in a neat cut. She was in good shape. Her body was trim. Her breasts were larger, a 36DD or so, and put Lana’s small tits to shame. Her skin was a pale white, marred only by the black fur of her pubic hair. “I’m Barbara,” said the woman. “I’m Lana,” said the girl. They shook hands. Lana felt weird shaking hands with a naked woman in the middle of the woods, but tried not to let it show. “What is this place?” Lana asked. “I was just walking and I saw this trail and thought I’d check it out. Then I see all these naked women. I was kind of shocked.” “I would be too,” said the woman, smiling. “The preserve has this stretch of the trail designed for nudist, or naturist, hikers. Basically, as long as you stay within this stretch of the trail, you don’t have to wear clothes.” “Who are all those women?” Lana asked. “We’re all members of the Albany Women’s Naturist Society,” Barbara answered. “We come here twice a week during the summer, on Mondays and Thursdays. It’s just a group for women of all different ages and interests to enjoy being nude with other women.” “Cool,” answered Lana vaguely. “You can come down and hang out with us if you want,” Barbara suggested. “They’re very nice.” “No thanks,” said Lana, shaking her head brusquely. “I wouldn’t feel comfortable being naked around people I don’t know.” “You don’t HAVE to get naked,” said Barbara. “It’s clothing optional, not nudity required.” Lana took another look at the women down below. They really did seem to be having fun, enjoying the freedom of being naked. Lana could understand. When no one was home, she would often emerge from the shower and not bother to put clothes on until someone came home. She even slept in the nude on hot nights back home. There was something very satisfying about not being burdened by clothing. “I’d feel silly going down there wearing clothes if everyone else was naked, though,” said Lana. “So what do you want to do?” Lana thought this over for a minute, then got an idea. “Well,” she said, “I’m wearing underwear under my clothes. Would it be OK if I went down in just my underwear? Or would I look stupid?” “That would be perfect,” Barabara said, smiling. “A lot of women do the same thing their first time until they feel comfortable being naked.” “Cool,” said Lana, smiling. She shrugged her backpack off her shoulders, put it on the ground, and unzipped it. It only contained an apple and a bottle of water, so there was plenty of room for her clothes. First, she untied the laces of her sneakers, pulled them off, and stuffed them in along with her socks. She reached for the hem of her shirt and suddenly felt nervous with this naked woman watching her strip down to her bra and panties. Sensing her discomfort, Barbara turned away, showing her perky, bare ass to the young girl. “You can watch,” said Lana. Barbara turned around, smiling. “You’re sure?” she asked. “If I’m going to be walking around in my underwear, you can see me take off my clothes,” said Lana, chuckling. Barbara smiled again. Swallowing her nervousness, Lana grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it off over her head, revealing her white bra. She put it in the backpack and stood for a moment, breathing softly. It felt just like being in a bathing suit on a beach. Except, of course, that she was about to join a group of nude women instead of other people in bathing suits. Next, she grabbed the elastic waistband of her shorts, and pulled them down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, picked them up, and put them in the bag. She stood up again to absorb the feeling of being outdoors in only her underwear. “You look very nice,” said Barbara. “Thanks,” Lana replied. “I’ll lead the way,” said Barbara. Barbara turned and began walking down the path towards the swimming hole. Lana quickly zipped up her backpack and slung it over one shoulder, following the nude woman through the woods as they slowly descended to join the group. -3- Lana and Barbara emerged from the trees into the clearing. All eyes immediately went to them. For a moment, Lana felt very self-conscious in her near undress, but seeing so many women who didn’t have a scrap on made her less awkward. After a moment, they went back to doing whatever they were doing. Barbara led Lana to a group of three women were standing together in a small circle, talking as normally as three women on the street. They turned when Barbara approached and smiled warmly at Lana. “Who’ve you found?” asked one woman, an older lady perhaps in her fifties. The other two women were both young and pretty, in their twenties, Lana guessed. “This is Lana,” Barbara said. She then introduced the three women. The older woman was Maggie, the president and organizer of the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. The two younger women were Tina and Sandy. Maggie had short, salt-and-pepper hair. Her skin was darker than Barbara’s and her breasts sagged, but she was still a very attractive woman. Tina was a slight, Chinese woman with brown eyes and black hair. Sandy was blonde, a little on the heavy side which added to her voluptuousness, but also very pretty. “Nice to meet you,” said Lana. “A little shy, are we?” asked Sandy, smiling, and noting Lana’s underwear. “Don’t tease her,” said Barbara. “Remember how nervous you were the first time?” Sandy blushed slightly, smiled, and nodded. “Want to play Frisbee, Lana?” she asked. “OK,” the girl replied. The plump nudist led Lana away from Tina, Barbara, and Maggie and towards an empty spot on the clearing where someone had dropped a Frisbee. As they walked, Lana stared openly ten or so women who were sunbathing nude by the water. She was so intent on them that the Frisbee nearly hit her in the head. “Sorry!” called Sandy. “My fault,” Lana replied. They tossed the Frisbee back and forth for a few minutes. To play the game, Lana had no choice but to look at the naked woman across from her. She found that, the more time she spent among these women, the most comfortable she felt with their nudity and her semi-nudity. “So how old are you, Lana?” Sandy asked. “Eighteen,” she answered. “You?” “Twenty-three,” Sandy replied. “I’m a graduate student at NYU but I’m home for summer vacation.” “I’m in high school,” said Lana. They both shared a laugh. “Do you like it here?” Sandy asked. “Yeah,” said Lana. “It’s pretty cool.” “Why don’t you lose the undies?” Sandy asked casually. Lana caught the Frisbee and stopped. She looked around at the women having fun in the nude. No one even seemed to be looking at her, except for Barbara, who waved and then went back to talking with Maggie and Tina. Lana set the Frisbee down and took a deep breath. “I’m gonna do it,” she said. “Awesome!” said Sandy, grinning. “Take your time.” Lana stood there for a moment, gathering her courage. Finally, she grabbed her bra, and slowly pulled it off, shivering as her nipples were exposed. Once it was off, she let her arm hang limply at her side. She stood there for another moment, half-exposed, basking in the feeling. Finally, she dropped the bra into her backpack, which was on the ground by her feet. She hooked her thumbs around the elastic waistband of her panties and paused. She looked at Sandy, who smiled and nodded encouragingly. Lana pulled her panties down slowly, first exposing her hairless mound. The panties slid down past her thighs, knees, shins, and finally to her ankles. Lana kicked the panties towards the bag and stood up straight. She had finally done it. She was completely naked, out in the woods, surrounded by other naked women. She took a deep, shuddering breath. It felt wonderful. Her hands caressed her young, nude body. Unconsciously, they moved from her breasts to her stomach, then around to her back and ass. “So are you gonna throw the Frisbee or what?” Sandy asked. Grinning, Lana quickly zipped up her backpack with the clothes inside, tossed it aside. The naked 18-year-old girl threw the Frisbee to the naked college student across from her. To be continued . . . The Nudity of Lana Ch. 02 Synopsis: In Part 1 of “The Nudity of Lana”, 18-year-old Lana Cooper went for a hike through the Minniwaska Nature Preserve, only to discover a secluded trail reserved for clothing-optional hikers. Gathered a small swimming hole was a local nudist club called the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. One member, a woman in her thirties named Barbara, introduced Lana around until she was finally comfortable enough to remove her own clothing and join in the fun. If you enjoy this story, please let me know by emailing me at the link below. ***** -4- Lana and Sandy, the voluptuous New York University grad student, had been playing Frisbee together in the grass for twenty minutes or so. Lana’s awkwardness about being naked had long-since departed. For the first time, she felt truly free. Being naked in the woods with these women was the most emotionally satisfying experience of her life. “You’re getting sweaty,” said Sandy. Lana looked at Sandy, who was herself glistening with sweat. “So are you,” she replied. “You want to go cool off?” asked Sandy. “Sure,” Lana said. “Come on.” Lana followed Sandy, leaving her bag of clothes behind. The older girl led her to the swimming hole where she stepped down a submerged step of rock and into the water. Sandy extended her hand to Lana and helped the girl in as well. The two of them splashed around together. Lana felt wonderful with the cool, refreshing water on her bare skin. As the two girls were frolicking, two more women approached. They were Barbara and Maggie. Barbara was the first woman Lana had met and the woman who had introduced her to her new friends. Maggie was president of the Albany Women’s Naturist Society, an attractive woman in her fifties. Barbara and Maggie stepped into the water, greeting the two girls. Sandy crossed the small pool and sat down on a rock beside Maggie. Barbara glided across the water to sit beside Lana. “Did you have fun?” Barbara asked. “We did,” answered Sandy. “Lana is a natural nudist.” Maggie and Barbara smiled at the girl, who blushed slightly. “Are you enjoying being naked?” Maggie asked her. “Yes, it’s wonderful,” said Lana. “You’re a wonderful girl,” Barbara told her. “All the women have been remarking on how pretty you are.” “Really?” the girl asked. “Really,” said Barbara. “Do you think I’m pretty?” she asked. “I think you’re beautiful,” said Barbara. Barbara moved a little closer to Lana. She leaned her left elbow on the ground beside her and took a lock of Lana’s hair in her fingers. She brushed it away from the girl’s face and tucked it behind her ear. She kept her fingers there, stroking Lana’s honey-blonde hair. Lana slowly turned to face Barbara. She had never been this close to a naked woman before. She looked up into Barbara’s eyes. Barbara smiled, then lowered her face towards Lana’s. Suddenly, Lana jerked her head to the left. Something had caught her eye. Maggie was leaning close to Sandy, whispering something in her ear. Sandy smiled broadly and nodded to the older woman. They stood up together, water dripping down their bodies. “Sandy and I are going to go walk for a walk in the woods,” said Maggie. “Do you want to come Barbara? The more the merrier.” Barbara smiled oddly. “No thanks, Maggie,” she said. “You two have fun.” Confused, Lana watched as the two women climbed out of the water and walked, hand-in-hand, towards the trees. Their hips and their bare rear ends swayed as they disappeared into the forest. -5- “Where are they going?” Lana asked Barbara. “A small piece of the trail is specifically designated for clothing-optional hiking,” explained Barbara, “but the acres around this spot are rarely hiked. We’re pretty far from anyone out here.” “Oh,” said the girl. “This spot is nice,” said Barbara, “but it’s nice to be out among the trees, away from other people, just alone and nude with nature.” “Well, they aren’t really alone,” said Lana. “They’re together.” “You’re a clever girl,” said Barbara, smiling. Lana blushed. “Thank you,” she said. “I want to introduce you to some more friends,” said Barbara. “Is that OK?” “Yeah, it’s OK,” said Lana. Barbara rose to her feet and stood in front of Lana. The girl was eye-level with the furry bush of pubic hair over her older friend’s vagina. The sight of it made her swallow hard. She looked up only to see Barbara’s large breasts looming over her. Then a hand was extended to her and she took it. Barbara helped Lana out of the pool of water. Together, the two nudists walked over to a group of three women. Two of them were teenage girls who were so remarkable in appearance, Lana assumed they were sisters. One had long, curly red hair with freckles and green eyes. She had C-cup breasts with big, pink nipples. Her sister had the same face and body, but straight brown hair and brown eyes. The third woman had the same brown hair, tied back in a pony tail. “These are the Rolstons,” said Barbara. “Madison, Samantha, and Claire.” “You’re related?” Lana asked, somewhat incredulously. “We’re a naturist family,” said Claire, the oldest of the three. “My husband and I met at a nudist retreat and got married a few months later. When we had children, we decided to raise them as naturists too. Madison is 18 and Samatha is 19. They have a brother too, John, who’s 12.” “And I thought I was young to be a nudist,” said Lana. “You’re young considering you didn’t come from a nudist family,” said Madison, the red-head. “Are there lots of nudist families?” Lana asked. “Oh yeah,” said Claire. “You just need to know where to look to find nudist friends.” “Cool,” said Lana. “So where’s John and your husband?” “This is a women’s group,” said Samantha. “Women only.” “Duh,” said Lana, blushing at her mistake. The other women smiled and Barbara put a hand on her shoulder to let her know she shouldn’t be embarrassed. “Our private lives and our personal lives are balanced,” said Madison. “When we’re home, or when we’re at a nudist park or a beach, we naked. When we’re out in the real world, we wear clothes.” “Of course, we’re always desperate to get back home so we can take them off again,” said Claire, and both of the girls laughed. Lana and Barbara smiled. The conversation turned to other things. Barbara talked to Claire, Madison, and Samantha while Lana just stood there, feeling out of place. She looked around at the other women who were on the trail. She recognized Tina from earlier, talking with a middle-aged black woman. Maggie and Sandy still hadn’t come back from their hike. It gave Lana an idea. “I think I’m going to go explore the woods,” she said. The Rolstons all looked at her in surprise. “Are you . . . going with her Barb?” Claire asked Barbara. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Have a good time, Lana.” “It was nice meeting you,” said Madison. Then, she did something Lana didn’t expect. She wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close in a friendly hug. Lana had learned to be comfortable being naked around other women, but now she felt her bare body pressed against this teenage girl. Lana could feel Madison’s breasts pressed against her own and the girl’s hands on the small of her back. Madison released her, only for her to be hugged by Samantha this time. The brunette’s hug felt better because now Lana was slightly used to the idea of being hugged by a naked girl. Lana returned the hug, giving Samantha a squeeze. There was something nice about hugging nude. It was a gesture of genuine affection and trust. “Have fun,” said Barbara. Lana waved goodbye to the four of them and headed towards the trees. As she did, she turned back, to see her backpack full of clothes lying beside a tree. She had a feeling that she was truly leaving the regular world behind and entering the realm of nudism. She suddenly realized that everything she’d done today had been a step down this road. Before her was unspoiled wilderness and she would enter it, unspoiled by social expectations. For Lana, this was a rebirth of the spirit and a new life lay ahead. The Nudity of Lana Ch. 03 Synopsis: In Part 1 of “The Nudity of Lana”, 18-year-old Lana Cooper went for a hike through the Minniwaska Nature Preserve, only to discover a secluded trail reserved for clothing-optional hikers. Gathered a small swimming hole was a local nudist club called the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. One member, a woman in her thirties named Barbara, introduced Lana around until she was finally comfortable enough to remove her own clothing and join in the fun. Now Lana has decided to go for a walk in the woods, naked, and be alone with her thoughts. If you enjoy this story, please let me know by emailing me at the link below. ***** -6- Lana Cooper had turned her back on everything she’d known and embraced nudism with open arms. Now the innocent, 18-year-old girl was naked in the woods, walking and thinking, feeling the cool grass between her toes. It seemed strange to her that, only a few hours ago, she had never given nudism a second thought. Now she knew her life and nudism were inextricably linked. She thought back to the nudist area she’d found at the Minnewaska Nature Preserve, where she’d met the Albany Women’s Naturist Society. She thought of how free she’d been ,hanging out with all those naked women, sisters in nudism. Although she was only a kid, they had embraced her as one of their own. Lana had embraced them as well. Her life had changed, not because she had changed, but because something had awoken in her and it could never be put back - not that she wanted it to be. Suddenly, Lana heard voices. She instinctively ducked behind a tree, worried it might be clothed hikers or a park ranger. She was not embarrassed at the idea of being caught naked but she didn’t relish the idea of explaining this to her parents if they had to pick her up from a police station. As she watched, she saw two figures emerge from the trees. Their pink, fleshy color let Lana know that she was safe. It was two other nudists. Her first inclination was to call out, but something stopped her at the last second. She lingered back, watching and listening. The nudists were Maggie and Sandy, from the group. Maggie was an older woman, in her fifties, with short salt-and-pepper hair. She was a sweet woman and beautiful, in spite of her years. The second person, Sandy, was a chubby, college student from New York City who possessed a voluptuous sensuality which was only amplified by the confidence with which she moved. Sandy was proud of her body and loved to show it off. The two women moved into a clearing, twenty feet or so from Lana’s hiding place. It was at that moment that she noticed the two women were holding hands. It was odd, she thought, but she didn’t dwell on it. The two women, oblivious to Lana’s presence, released one another’s hand as Maggie pulled a folded blanket out from under her arm. They unfolded it together and spread it on the ground like a picnic spread. “ I love this spot,” said Maggie. “It’s so beautiful, so quiet. The privacy is nice too.” “Privacy is over-rated,” said Sandy, smirking. Maggie laughed. “I guess I’m not the exhibitionist you are,” said Maggie, shrugging. They talked as they finished spreading out the blanket. Once it was all down, Maggie stood up. Sandy crawled on her hands and knees to the center of the blanket, her wide butt pointed right at Lana. Once she had reached the center, Sandy rolled over on to her back, supporting herself with her elbows. Her legs were crooked up with her feet against the blanket, pressed together. “This would be a nice spot for a picnic,” Maggie observed. “Yeah,” Sandy agreed. “Too bad we don’t have anything food,” said Maggie. “Oh,” said Sandy, grinning devilishly, “I have something you can eat.” Maggie turned towards Sandy, who slowly spread her legs, revealing a furry, pink vagina. Lana’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Then it got even worse. Maggie knelt down on the blanket at Sandy’s feet and began to kiss the insides of the college girl’s thighs, slowly working her way down. Sandy lay back, closing her eyes as Maggie tormented her. Lana suddenly felt very exposed and very guilty. She knew she shouldn’t be watching this. She took a step back, hoping she could slip away. The sound of a twig snapping broke the forest silence. Sandy and Maggie’s heads both jerked in her direction. She was caught. “Lana, is that you, dear?” asked Maggie. “I’m really sorry,” Lana stammered. “I was just walking and I saw you. I didn’t mean to spy. I’ll leave you alone now.” “Wait,” said Sandy. “Come here.” “Sandy . . .” whispered Maggie to her lover. “It’s OK,” the girl replied. “Lana, come here please. We want to talk to you for a minute. Don’t be shy.” Lana stepped out from behind her tree, nervously covering her breasts with her arms. Looking at the two women before her, how perfectly at ease with their nudity they were, she felt silly. Lana’s arms fell at her sides and she over to her friends. She stood beside the blanket until Sandy reached out for her hand. Lana sat down next to Sandy, who sat up and closed her legs. “We’re not mad at you,” said Sandy, “so don’t worry about that.” “OK,” said Lana. “I guess you saw enough to know the truth about Maggie and I,” said Sandy. “You’re lesbians?” Lana asked nervously. The word felt alien in her mouth, but mostly she was concerned about embarrassing them. Maggie already looked pretty embarrassed. “There’s nothing wrong with it,” said Sandy. “I know,” Lana replied. “Love between two women is a beautiful thing,” Maggie said. Lana didn’t respond. “I was in high school when I first realized I was a lesbian,” Sandy told her. “I had a teacher named Mrs. Olson. She was my History teacher. She was in her forties and very sexy. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. One day, she asked me to see her after class so I waited until everyone had cleared out of the room. Mrs. Olson shut the door and locked it, then asked me to sit down. She pulled up a chair across from me “She told me she’d called me in to talk about my grades. They were slipping even though I was a smart girl. She wanted to know if I was having trouble at home or something. I finally confessed. I told her that I was attracted to her and I was scared because I thought I might be gay. She listened patiently. By the time I was finished, I was in tears. She moved her chair closer to mine and rubbed my shoulder. “She told me it was OK. She wasn’t angry. She was mostly concerned that she was a distraction to me. I didn’t know what to say. Then she told me to take my clothes off.” Lana’s eyes widened. Sandy laughed. “That’s what I thought,” she continued. “Well, my every fantasy was happening, so I didn’t argue. Mrs. Olson told me she would help me live out my fantasy so I wouldn’t have to be distracted anymore. So I did it. I stood up and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Mrs. Olson watched me and I felt really exposed, but I liked it. I pulled of my pants and sneakers. I pulled my sweatshirt and my t-shirt off so I was only wearing a bra, panties, and socks. “Mrs. Olson just watched. She wanted me to undress myself. I guess that turned her on. I took off my bra and she stared at my tits which were really big for a girl my age. Finally, I sucked up all my courage, and pulled off my panties. Once I was naked, Mrs. Olson had me turn around in a circle so she could see my ass. Then she ordered me to get on my knees in front of her. She pulled her dress up to her waist and told me to pull down her pantihose, then her panties. “Then we did it. I ate her out in the chair. I had no idea what I was doing but she didn’t seem to mind. Then she told me to lay down on my back and she ate me out. She even licked my asshole.” “Weren’t you afraid of getting caught?” Lana asked, transfixed by the story. “That’s what made it exciting,” said Sandy. “Once it was was over, I got dressed and we left. That day, I became a lesbian and a nudist at the same time.” “Cool,” said Lana, for lack of anything better to say. -7- “Are you into girls?” Sandy asked her. The girl shook her head dumbly. “I’ve never done anything like that,” she said. “Would you like to watch Maggie and me?” Sandy asked her. Maggie seemed horrified. Lana didn’t know what to say. Would it be rude to decline? Sandy was so mature and confident. Lana looked up to her and didn’t want to look like a baby by refusing. Besides, she was a little curious. “OK,” said Lana unsurely. “Great,” Sandy replied, smiling. The college girl sat up and reached out for Maggie. The older woman seemed reluctant at first, but apparently her desire for Sandy superceded her hesitance at having sex in front of a 18-year-old. The two women wrapped their arms around one another and began to kiss. Maggie’s hands wandered down to Sandy’s butt and began to squeeze. Lana could see their tongues intertwining as they kissed. She had seen porno movies once or twice, but they were always women having sex with men. To see a woman with another woman was completely different. It was more gentle, more sensual. Maggie broke the kiss and put her hand on the back of Sandy’s head. She guided the girl’s face down to her right breast. Sandy began to eagerly suck Maggie’s nipple as the older woman’s eyes rolled back. Then Sandy switched to Maggie’s other breast. As she sucked, she looked over at Lana, who was watching with rapt attentiveness. Sandy smiled at her with Maggie’s nipple between her teeth. Then Sandy leaned back. Maggie was on top of her, sucking her breasts. Sandy was delighted by the feeling. Maggie gradually moved down, kissing Sandy’s round stomach, then her bush. Lana watched as Maggie buried her face in Sandy’s crotch, early devouring her pussy. Sandy was in ecstasy as her older lover ate her out. Sandy reached out and took Lana’s hand. The girl held it as she watched these two women making love. Then Sandy’s hand released Lana’s and came to rest on her thigh. Sandy rubbed Lana’s leg, her hand come closing to the girl’s vagina. That was enough for Lana. She stood up. Maggie stopped and looked at her. “I can’t do this,” said Lana. “I’m sorry.” “What’s wrong?” asked Maggie. “I don’t know,” she said. “I’m really sorry.” “Lana, stop,” said Sandy, halting the girl before she could leave. Lana hesitated. Sandy stood up and walked towards her. “I . . .” Lana began. “I’m the one who’s sorry,” said Sandy. “I thought you might like it. I didn’t mean to scare you. Please don’t be freaked out.” “I didn’t hate it,” said Lana, “but I’m not ready for this.” “That’s fine,” said Sandy. “Still friends?” She opened her arms and gave Lana a warm smile. Lana stood still for a moment, then grinned. She let Sandy hug her and could feel a wet nipple press against her shoulder. She stepped away, then gave a hug to Maggie, who was happy to receive it. “I’m going to find a spot to pee, then I’m gonna go find Barbara,” said Lana. “I’ll go with you,” said Sandy. The two girls walked a little ways into the woods until they found a nice spot. To Lana’s surprise, Sandy squatted down right in front of her. Without a trace of shame, Sandy let loose a golden stream of urine. She looked up at Lana questioningly. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked. Lana squatted down across from Sandy, who smiled at her. Lana felt her bladder open and she began to urinate in a long, hot flow. “Damn, girl, how much have you had to drink today?” Sandy asked, smiling. Lana laughed. Once they were done, they both stood up and walked back to the clearing. Lana said goodbye and gave each woman an additional hug and a kiss on the cheek, then returned to the river. As she walked through the open forest, she thought about what had just happened. She had been excited by what she’d watched, but that excitement had scared her. She didn’t know if she’d been excited by the sex itself or because it was two women doing it. She finally reached the rest of the group. Dozens of women, of all races and ages, were spread out across the large clearing, playing and socializing without the hindrance of clothes. She found her friend Barbara, tanning on her stomach. “Have a nice walk?” Barbara asked. “Yes,” Lana answered. “Hey, can I talk to you about something?” “Sure, hun,” said Barbara. “It’s about Sandy and Maggie,” said Lana, lowering her voice. “They’re lesbians.” “I know,” said Barbara. “You do?” Lana asked, surprised. “Are all the women here lesbians?” “No,” said Barbara, laughing. “This group is for women of all sexualities. Tina, for example, only likes men. Maggie and Sandy are only into women.” “What about you?” Lana asked. “I like both,” said Barbara, rolling on to her side, subtly showing her breasts and vagina to Lana, whether she realized it or not. “Oh,” said Lana. “Is that a problem?” she asked. “No,” said Lana. “I was just wondering.” “That reminds me,” said Barbara. “Some of the girls are camping here overnight. Would you like to stay?” “I guess,” said Lana, after thinking about it for a minute. “I’d have to go get my tent, though.” “I have a two person tent,” said Barbara. “You can share with me if you want. You’d better let your parents know. Will they mind if you stay out?” “I don’t think so,” said Lana. “They’re pretty cool.” “Wonderful,” said Barbara. The two friends smiled at one another. A pajama party without the pajamas, Lana thought. She couldn’t wait. The longer she went without clothes, the better. She lay down on the ground next to Barbara and the two chatted as they soaked up the sunshine. The nervousness Lana had felt was gone. She was out in the woods, with her friend, and she was naked. What could be better?