3 comments/ 43784 views/ 4 favorites Emily's Story Ch. 01 By: s53mith This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place. This first chapter has one character being referred to in the plural on purpose with the reason revealed at the end of this chapter. ***** Emily grunted as her pussy was slowly engulfing a hard cock. She let out a moan and was rewarded with a vigorous thrust. She buried her head into the bed and pushed back her ass into John's thrust. She seemed to be doing this a lot with Johns lately she thought as her jet black mid back length hair fell around her face as John got more into his thrusting. Emily reached back and touched her clit, her shoulders supporting her while doing it doggie style. She had to as most of the time Johns cared little for her and had to lube her up before going at it. Usually she could get worked up enough if there was some foreplay, occasionally it could just be her sucking dick, but today this John wanted to go strait to doggie. He stripped her down and threw her on the bed as Emily had sat there waving her ass at him. Panting and moaning Emily knew that Johns liked it that way, he usually did because he was never smart enough to tell a woman faking. Emily didn't like to fake it, but she usually had to if she wasn't worked up enough when she started, but rubbing her clit and imagining the man of her dreams slowly pushing his cock into her while lightly slapping her ass, pulling back her hair, kissing her roughly would give her a satisfactory orgasm. "Slap my ass a little!" Emily grunted and John complied. Electricity was jolting her body, her clit sent waves of pleasure and she tried to squeeze John's cock just enough to get him off. A light sheen of sweat was forming on her body and strands of her black hair were sticking to her face, obscuring her bright green eyes. John gave her a slap on the ass "I want you to ride me babe." Emily gave a long moan, "yes baby, I want to ride you so fucking hard, make you cum in my pussy." She pushed back onto his cock one more time and giggled as she let him pull out and lay on his back. Johns usually liked it when Emily would suck his dick after it was in her pussy. Emily never minded, she usually loved the taste of her pussy or other girls, but she figured that this John would want his dick buried in pussy. One knee next to his waist and her other foot planted higher next to his chest. Emily lowered her pussy onto John's cock her piercing green eyes staring into his. As her pussy descended Emily closed her eyes and moaned again as she accepted his 6 inch tool. It fit nicely in her and she smiled because she could rub her clit against him as she put her other knee down next to his waist. John reached up and cupped Emily's perfect 19 year old 36C breasts and squeezed gently as Emily moved her hips back and forth rubbing her clit into him. "God baby that is so sexy, ride that cock you whore." John said. Emily's smile disappeared and she now pumped her hips to get John to cum quickly. She liked when Johns talked dirty but she always got pissed when they used certain words. John pushed up to meet Emily's downward thrusts. His wet cock sliding torturously through her passage. He grunted and sent his seed into Emily and she slid off his cock when he finished and laid next to him as they both tried to catch their breath. "Thanks babe, that was worth it." John panted as he got up out of bed and began to dress. Emily laid there trying her seductive pose that Johns always liked. "Mmmmm, come back any time." She said as she licked her lips and glanced at his cock then looked up to his eyes again, another trick she learned they liked. He finished dressing and left Emily in her bedroom at Johns Place. Emily got up and locked the door behind him and went into her adjoining bathroom to clean up. She stepped into her shower and reached for her shower head. She often had to after Johns left. Leaning back against the wall she pinched her nipples and closed her eyes, thinking again of her perfect man. Tall, chiseled face and chest, and of course his cock entering her pussy as he kissed her neck. The shower attachment pushed her button and she was climaxing in no time. She stood under the warm soothing shower as she replaced the head and soaped up her body and relaxed looking forward to her next John being as she imagined. "Johns Place is my home." Emily thought as she finished showering and reached for a towel a small tear forming and making its way down her cheek. She never wanted it to be her home; she was a lost, out of money, down on her luck 19 year old who was a runaway since she was 17 when she came to Johns Place 7 months ago. She sighed as she remembered the turn of events that brought her to be working in a brothel in Nevada. She never minded sex as she experimented when she was younger and thought she would be able to walk away from Johns Place when she had made enough money, but she was growing attached to the other girls working here and she would hate to leave such friends. The bell rang that signified a new John entering. Emily sighed and decided to give herself a little break for a couple hours before going back out. Still naked she curled up on her bed and fell asleep. To be continued... Emily's Story Ch. 01 Hi, My name's Emily and I want to tell how I came to meet Gina and Martin, and how much my life has changed since then. I've asked Gina to edit and post my story on her pages at Literotica after she had shown me her own story. This first part is going to closely follow on from some of Gina's writings, primarily the part about how and where we first met, but after that, while some bits will include Gina and Martin, I'll try to reduce duplication as much as possible. I hope that my efforts at publishing are received as well as Gina's story has been, because I've had such a blast in the last few years, and my now husband Gerry is keen to have me tell my story too. So, here goes, and I hope I don't bore you too much... ***** I am 19 and attending college near home, which is good because I still get to live with my parents, who I found out are way cooler than I'd ever thought them to be. I do quite a bit of running, entering things like fun-runs and the occasional half marathon here and there, so my body is quite toned. I'm 5' 7" tall, around 81/2 Stone in weight and have very long legs with a weirdly short torso to go with them so my legs look as they go on for miles and make mini-skirts look amazing on me, not that I wear them much any more, or much of anything else come to that! I've got a nice tight backside, and my vitals are 34(C), 28, 32 and I'm considered rather skinny by today's standards. I have shoulder length blonde hair on my head and keep the remainder of my body clean shaven - everywhere! (It makes it so much easier for people to see every square inch of me which, usually these days, is available to their gaze; thanks to Gina and Martin! Anyway, enough 'bout how I look. I want to tell you about the most amazing day of my life up to now, and how I came to find out sooo much more about my parents and how cool they are. I, and a bunch of my (mostly ex now) friends rocked up at McDonalds just on the outskirts of town for a bite to eat and just to chill after a long day in college. We'd been there for about 20 minutes and would soon be leaving in one of my friends cars to go to our separate homes for the evening... Judy dug me in the ribs and whispered, "Get a look at that tart over there - she's bollock naked!" I looked over to the counter and, indeed, there was a woman stood there naked as the day she was born, well, except for shoes that is. All kinds of thoughts went through my head, good ones, bitchy ones and bad ones - I mean, who the fuck does she think she is wandering around like that? She seemed to be in a rather warm, shall we say, conversation with one of the staff members, the Manager probably, who I suspect was trying to get her to put some clothes on. After a few moments discussion with him she turned to us and said "Does anyone feel threatened or intimidated by my being here dressed as I am, and am I really bothering anyone enough for you to throw me out or involve the police or anything?" Some people answered "No", some didn't respond at all other than to stare, because if they weren't aware of her nudity before that they sure as hell were now! I called over, "Let her stay you bully, she isn't doing anything is she!" and my friend dug me in the ribs to shut up. Well, our little group didn't generally do anything that drew attention to ourselves so it was embarrassing for them to hear me shout out like that. "What are you doing - surely you can't think that it's OK to be walking around in public naked like that can you Emm?" asked Jennifer, one of my friends. "I don't know actually - I do think it's intriguing - I mean; how can she have such confidence to do it?" I replied, not really concentrating on Jennifer or any of the others of my party actually - my whole attention was on this wondrous, courageous, confident woman. The others were busy calling her a slut, a skank, a betrayer of womanhood one of them said; but despite the disparaging words they were using none of them had the courage to do anything about her or even say anything to her despite the ferocity of their feelings towards what she was doing. I was just amazed at how calm and confident she was. She didn't seem to have any misgivings about her nudity, no shame, no embarrassment at all, as if it was perfectly right and normal to be naked in such a public place. On the contrary, she was as comfortable in and about her nudity as I was in my clothes. She made no fuss about anything, she was simply sitting at a table drinking her coffee and talking to someone on her phone as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. Something awakened in me while I sat and stared at her and wondered about her courage. She seemed so comfortable that suddenly my own clothes became cloying; uncomfortable and heavy. 'Oh if only I had such courage to do as she is doing.' I thought. How relaxed and comfortable she appears to be; how beautiful she looks, and not just pretty as in chintzy pretty, but beautiful as if she had an inner light that glowed through her skin and seemed to illuminate the air around her. I had never seen such beauty; I had never seen such confidence, such courage, so much contentment within one's own skin. In short, I was absolutely mesmerised. It was as if she and I were alone in this place, all other beings had disappeared from my conscience at that moment. Everyone, that is, except the man who had come in shortly after her and taken a seat across the table from her. She obviously knew this man and was in deep conversation with him. She even took some keys from him and rose, went out to the car park and retrieved a brief-case from a car and brought it back, placing it before him on the table. I'd heard him say something about her not being fast enough and that she'd get a spanking when they got home. I had to talk to her - I had to find out more - what was it like - how did she find the guts to walk naked in public like this? I had to discover more - but how? Then, my moment came. She rose and with a grace such as I'd never before encountered, she seemed to glide across the floor; as if she was floating rather than walking; and looked to be headed for the ladies rest-room. As she passed our table, I put my hand on her arm and asked her if he was really going to spank her, and asked why she put up with being treated like that. She replied that the Master thing was just a game, and that no he wouldn't be spanking her as it was just a game they played. The nudity, however, she said was all hers and that she loved being naked, then thanked me for my concern and tolerance regarding her state of dress. "Well, if nothing else, your pussy is enjoying being shown off; you're soaking wet! God! I need to get out more!" I said. She went off to the toilets and, as if attached to her by a rope, I had to get up and follow her and find out more. As I walked in after her she seemed to be coming down from an orgasm, she was breathing heavily, was flushed down her chest and arms and her face just glowed like a beacon, while her hands were busy trying to clean herself up from it." "You look like you're having so much fun doing this but where do you get the courage from - I don't think I could ever do such a thing!" I said to her. She told me how her strutting around the streets naked had come about, her holidays abroad, about how both her husband and she had enjoyed her exhibitionism in the past and how good it felt just not having to get dressed every morning, and how many people she'd met since she began going around naked - 'Just like I'm now meeting you' she'd said. I asked her if she'd help me to try being naked too and she said that it wouldn't be right for her to do so. 'It has to be something that you want to do for yourself'. She did invite me to come sit with them and see what Martin thought as he was so supportive of her doing what she was doing. "OK, but should I strip too before coming over to you, Oh! I don't think I can do that." I said. She said 'OK' but still invited me over to talk with Martin about it if I wanted to, so I said yes. She opened the door and we almost bumped into Martin, who had come over to ensure that Gina was OK as she'd been longer than expected I supposed. Gina assured him, introduced me and we all went to sit back where she had been sitting earlier while Martin went to get us each another coffee. I looked around now, expecting to see people staring at Gina as I had been, but they weren't - they just seemed to be getting on with what they were doing, all that is except one young lad who was watching her from the door to the kitchen, but he too soon went away. I said this to Gina and she said that in her, very limited admittedly, experience, if you just do what you always do and ignore the fact that you're naked people follow your lead and get on with what they are doing. Also, if you just talk to people openly and honestly about what your doing and why, they usually just accepted her as she is. All of this was amazing to me, and the longer I was with her the more I wanted to do it; but I couldn't gather the courage to just strip like she was. Martin came back with the coffees and resumed his previous seat opposite Gina and me. "So, you want to wander around naked like Gina do you - but you're too scared to do it? Well I'll help you out shall I? Get up, go to the Ladies, remove all of your clothing and then come back here. On your way back, keep your eyes on Gina - don't look left or right - don't react to anyone else around you on the way and sit back down here to finish your coffee. Now go or suffer the inevitable consequences." Feeling a little shocked by his forcefulness, but thrilled all the same to be playing this game, I got up out of my chair and went out to the ladies. In somewhat of a trance still, I removed my blouse and my bra, placing them to the side of the sink, but my fingers froze on the zip of my skirt. 'I can't do this' I thought to myself - 'I can't just get naked and then walk out there in public where everyone will see my breasts, they'll see my naked bum and my pussy will be openly available to their gaze - but why not? Gina has done it and nothing bad appears to have happened to her - she's sitting just the other side of that door and she's naked, and that's all I have to do - remove my skirt and knickers and walk out of that door to where Gina and Martin are sitting. That's all I have to do... The image staring back at me in the little mirror was the same image I saw every day in my shower mirror - I didn't freak out at that did I? No, of course I didn't. But then I wasn't about to enter another room with about 20 people in it, none of whom I knew. Shit no, I just can't - what will my Mum say when they cart me off to the police station and call her? But Gina wasn't being carted off to the police station was she? No! I cupped my breasts in my hands and my nipples popped up to attention and almost squealed into the mirror at me to look at them and squeeze them and enjoy the feelings I usually get when I play with them. It relaxed me a little knowing that my body was working just fine and wasn't about to shut down and abandon me here. Taking another deep breath; I unzipped my skirt, undid the clasp, and let it fall to the floor and, fearing I'd back out again, I quickly dropped my knickers down my legs to join it. I stepped out of my skirt and knickers and still I stood rigidly looking at my reflection in the mirror, too scared to move; to fearful of the enormity of the thing I was willing myself to do; a part of my mind screaming at me 'You fool, what on earth are you thinking - you'll be branded a freak' while a more calm and considered voice was telling me nothing of the sort would happen; after all Gina's OK isn't she? And think how excited you've been since seeing her and how much you wanted to be like her and join her in her nudity - Oh! To experience such freedom... Of a sudden I made up my mind - I'm going to do this dammit! But I'm afraid to leave my clothes here - 'I know, I'll rip them up and throw them in the bin then I can't let the old fuddy-duddy in me win me over'. With some difficulty, I did manage to tear my clothes, (you try it and you'll see it's harder than you think!), consigned them to the bin and took one last look at myself in the mirror. Then I did it. I carried out the most momentous action that I'd ever had to do - and hoped that I wouldn't make a mess of it. I turned to my left and put my hand on the door handle and pulled - nothing happened - my hand and arm refused to pull the door open and release me from my self imposed prison cell. I metaphorically kicked myself in the backside and using almost superhuman strength I pulled again and the door flew towards me and... There was the outside world - out there the meagre security of isolation I'd so far enjoyed would no longer envelope me - I'd be out there for all to see - all of me! My pussy suddenly gushed - I put my finger to her and felt her, sending shivers throughout my whole body - I wet my finger with my juices and tasted myself - I can't remember ever having been so sexually stimulated as I was at that moment. Then, one foot after the other, I walked out of my cell. Two paces in and I could see Gina and I locked my eyes on her - it made what I was doing a little easier I guess, but the inside of my head was screaming OhMyGod - OhMyGodOhMyGodOhMyGod - I'M NAKED - IN MCDONALDS - EVERYONE CAN SEE MY NAKED BODY AND I'M GOING TO BE SO BUSTED! I could see people out of the corners of my eyes, my peripheral vision denying me my planned sole attention on Gina, 'but guess what - nothing bad has happened - no-one is jumping up and down in complaint and the ground was still under my naked feet', cold under my feet - I'd never have thought how cold the floor in McDonalds would have been. My mouth was dry - I felt as though I hadn't had a drink in days, my hands were sweating, legs shaking and suddenly - WOW! Crashing in on me like a tidal wave, the feeling of elation I suddenly experienced was absolutely profound. Not the frightened Oh-My-God-I'm-naked-in-McDonalds-and-the-ground-is-going-to-disappear-from-under-me-any-second-now, but the Oh my God (smile) I'm in McDonalds, and I'm naked - NAKED - and it's FUCKING AWSOME! At that moment, the floor of the restaurant wasn't cold any more, I felt like I wasn't touching it, that it was some distance beneath me and my legs were just pedalling fresh air - I could still breath, I could still see; and what I saw was beauty - and I hoped I looked half as beautiful as she did. Gina's smile lit her face, seemingly from within - it glowed like a beacon on the dock of a bay dragging me forward towards it - and I went - wilfully naked - as naked as she - and I felt, for the first time ever, ME! A new me - a me that was different from the person who had left that same table I was making my way back to just moments before, passing a few people seated at their respective tables and who acknowledged me then did a double take to ensure that their eyes deceived them not and that there were now two naked women in the restaurant - a me that felt confident all of a sudden - a me that was almost re-born - a me that would not ever again deny my own feelings and desires - a me that was so close to an orgasm that I surprised myself at making it back to that table with what was left of my decorum remaining intact. Later that day I imagined what it would have been like had I indeed had that orgasm in the middle of the restaurant - and it scared me a little because the thought appealed to me. Anyway, I made it back to the table intact as I said, sat down and held Gina's hand tightly - maybe too tightly as she squirmed a little and I relaxed my grip. Sitting down and facing Martin, I just stared directly into his eyes as my mind tried to decrypt and make some sense of the crashing amount of data my body was throwing at it. It was wild; awesome, in every sense of the word; inspiring; terrifying; exhilarating; exciting; sexually stimulating; amazing, just absolutely amazing - and I loved every sense that hit me and kept on hitting me. Gina gave me a nudge and told me to drink my coffee, which remained forgotten in front of me. I drank down the cool remnants of my cup and said to them both, "This is fucking amazing - my Mother's going to go nuts and kill me though if she ever finds out I did this - but it is just so awesomely amazing - I mean here I am, in McDonald's, drinking coffee, loads of people around me; and I'm stark bollock naked! Not only that, I can see now why you were so wet - it's such a turn on. I feel like I'll wake up in a minute and find that it's just a dream." Gina said that I wasn't dreaming and yes, you're sitting in a restaurant, drinking coffee and your naked, but she also reminded me I wasn't alone in my nudity. "Thank you, thank you both. I may never do this again in my life, but at least, as you said, I'll never regret doing it just this once. It'll be hard to forget it though - one of those life changing moments I guess." I tremblingly said to both of them. Gina said, "Only life changing if you do it again - just a memory otherwise." She was right - how would I be able to do this again, would my friends remain my friends if I start to randomly get naked when the thought appeals? How did she get to be so wise? I thought. Gina said something about him collecting a Harem - as if I thought, but then that wasn't entirely true for at that moment he could have done anything he wanted to do to me and I wouldn't have stopped him. He assured Gina that she was all the woman he'd ever want and I thought how wonderful it must be to have such a trusting, loving relationship as these two people had. I could only dream of such a relationship at that time - I didn't know any boys who were mature enough to even think about such a thing. "So, what are you going to do now then Emily?" Martin asked me. "Carry out your instructions, Master." I cheekily replied, finally relaxing into my situation. Martin said, "Well Emily is certainly relaxing into this isn't she, but a Harem I can't handle - you're all the girl I can handle; or want. However", he continued stroking his chin, "If you both want to play, I'll have to think about it won't I. But not now; I think Gina and I should get going. Are you going to get your clothes back from the ladies and get dressed again before we go?" "Oh God no." I said in a sudden panic. "What's the matter Emily?" Gina asked. "Gina, I didn't think this thing through properly. I took off my blouse and bra and then, when I came to take off my skirt I almost chickened out. To make sure I would go through with this and not chicken out of it, I tore up my clothes and put them in the bin! I don't have any clothes to go home in! Oh Shit! What am I going to do - oh God help me - why did I do that?" "Don't worry Emily, we can take you home, can't we Martin?" Gina said, touching my arm to reassure me. "Yes, of course we can. Where do you live Emily, and what about your friends?" Martin responded. I looked to where I had been sitting only to find the stall empty, save for my handbag. "Oh No! They've gone off and left me here on my own, but it looks as though they've left my bag at least. Anyway, even if you do take me home, how am I going to get in like this without my Mum seeing me and she'll bloody kill me!" I said, almost on the point of tears, and to help I got up and went to get my bag before returning to my seat and putting my head in my hands. "How old are you Emily?" Martin asked me. "Coming up to 22, but what difference will that make - she'll still kill me!" "Nothing, It's so difficult these days though to tell a woman's age, and I didn't really fancy taking a naked 17 year old home to Mum." he replied. Emily's Story Ch. 01 Gina asked if I had any money on me to buy something with and I said I did, but I also had a bank card. "Right, let's drive over to Tesco and we'll get you something in there on the way - it doesn't have to be much, just a cheap sundress or something to get you into the house without your Mum hitting the roof." she said. "It sounds like a plan, but can I remind you that neither you or I have a thing to put on to go in and get one with, do we!" I almost shouted in fear and frustration. "Just to remind you, you're not wearing anything in here either. Besides, Martin and I went shopping in there on Saturday and it was OK." she said. "Yeah, but surely you didn't go nude into Tesco's did you?" "Yes, as it happens I did. In fact, apart from shoes, I haven't worn a stitch of clothing since last Thursday when I left work, so that is four and a half days since I last wore anything and I've done all the same things that I usually do - only now I'm doing them in the nude. It shouldn't be a problem should it Martin?" Martin laughed quietly and said he'd be getting a reputation around town at this rate. "No, it won't be a problem Emily - we'll sort you out now. What's the worst that can happen anyway?" "I could get bloody well arrested that's what! Mum would be devastated!" I tetchily replied. Gina talked down how bad it would be for a first offence, saying it would just be a small fine or something, but then said, "And don't deny how turned on you are about this, I can see your juices glistening on your pubic hair so it is turning you on isn't it - sitting here in public - naked" I mulled over what she'd said for a moment and then said "You're BAD girl,, just plain Bad. OK, lets go" and turning to look at Martin she continued, "but you have to instruct me Master." I didn't know why but I'd suddenly become quite relaxed about my predicament again, and decided to just go with it and see what happened. Martin smiled and, to both of us, he said - "Right you two, go on out to the car and you can both get in the back seat for misbehaving and tearing up your clothes. And here's a new rule for you both - if one of you gets punished for disobeying, you both get punished." Neither of us moved so he said, "I see some hesitation here - if you don't do what I say when I tell you to do it, and without argument or hesitation - you'll both be walking to Tesco's from here. Now move!" Gina got up out of the booth and I followed on, a little self consciously, behind her. As she passed the counter she cheekily thanked the staff for having us and went out the door and led me to their car, where we leaned against the side of it to wait for Martin. Again, as I crossed the car park, I became much more aware of my heightened state of awareness, taking in the feel of the differing textures underfoot and changes in temperature that made themselves more acutely noticeable. Gina took my hand and asked, "You OK?" "Yes, but sorry, I feel like I want to cum now - I want to play with myself now until I cum - do you get like this?" "I know exactly how you feel and yes I do. What do you think I was doing in the toilets when you followed me in there earlier?" "Oh no! You weren't!" I said, looking a little shocked. "I was, and when you came in I had just started cleaning myself up." "But you didn't even go into a toilet for some privacy!" "I tried but it wouldn't wait and I came without me even playing with myself, it was enough to be naked where I was to excite me enough to make me cum without having to touch myself." "Oh my God! Does it ever get better than that, I mean are you always on the cusp of an orgasm?" I asked her. "I'm always a little more aroused, or at least sexually aware, than I used to be - I suppose that's only natural when generally you're the only one who's naked, but it doesn't often get in the way like that, no." I let go of her hand and said, "I'm going to get Martin if that's all-right with you. I can't just stand her like this - I'll lose my nerve. It seems I'm OK so long as I have something to do. And by the way, it is surprisingly comfortable isn't it." I went back into the restaurant and Martin was chatting with the staff, I didn't bother to find out what it was about but instead grabbed his hand and asked him if we could go now as I was getting nervous. We walked back across the car park (I still had hold of his hand and hoped that Gina wouldn't mind) and he 'beeped' the locks on the car. Gina got in the back and I followed her in and sat next to her while Martin got in the front and started the engine. Gina took my hand again and I pressed our hands into my crotch as it was nagging me for attention. After just a few seconds Gina's finger pressed against my lips to feel how wet I was and I pressed her hand harder into me, laid my head back and groaned in pleasure. I looked at her and nodded my head, giving my approval for her to pleasure me with her fingers. She knew exactly which buttons to press and in moments I was over the edge and enjoying a beautifully soft, rolling orgasm, and I thought I'd spurted into her hand too. "Oh! Thank you Gina, that was brilliant. Thank you so much." I said to her in gratitude. I took our still combined hands and licked off the juices as best as I could. "That's another couple of first for me - I've never been brought off by a woman before - and I've never tasted myself either, and I have to say it's more pleasant than I'd expected. Gina's hand pulled mine down into her crotch and, as I had done with hers, pushed my hand against her pussy, and I gave her what she'd just given me, a lovely, languid orgasm sitting in the back seat of a car in rush hour traffic while we were both stark naked! Heaven! In what seemed such a short time Martin was pulling into Tesco's car park and he found us a space not too far from the main doors. My grip on Gina's hand tightened and I admitted to Gina, "My emotions are in turmoil here - I'm scared stupid and yet so turned on, excited and eager to get out of this car with you now that I don't know which feeling to concentrate on most." "The frightened bit is good, it keeps you safe. But concentrate on the excitement part and enjoy what you're doing - and don't forget either that, at the moment anyway and the rest is up to you - your not alone - I'm naked too and I will stay right by your side, just as Martin will." she assured me. "Yes, OK. But you can't protect me from the Police can you. God. My Mum's going to kill me for doing this!" I replied. Gina opened the door and got out and I followed her, trying to cover my breasts with my free hand and arm, the other still gripping tight to Gina's. It wasn't working so I just gave into it and determined to enjoy it while it lasted. I guessed Mum wouldn't let me do it again so I'd better make the most of this one-time-only offer. We caught up with Martin and all made our way across the car park and into the shop. The door was closed and, as it swished open when we approached, the difference in temperature was very noticeable and brought goose-bumps to my skin. I noticed that Gina's skin too was covered in bumps from the cold air blast. We crossed the short distance to the escalator and my eyes were darting this way and that to see who was taking notice of us and how they were reacting, but we moved too quickly to really judge people's reactions. As soon as we reached the top I went off to the racks of women's clothes to choose something cheap and suitable with Martin and Gina following on behind. I found a nice light sundress, yellow with a picture of a meadow around the skirt, and picked out one my size. Rather absent-mindedly I said to no-one in particular, "I wonder where the changing rooms are?" Martin burst into laughter and Gina giggled too. When he could, he asked, "Why do you think you need a changing room Emily, you're naked just like Gina so what is it you have to hide away in a changing for?" I blushed deeply, not at my nudity strangely, but at my stupidity for asking the question in the first place. I pulled the dress on to see if it fitted. It did and I quite liked the dress actually, but it felt quite uncomfortable so I took it off again, determined to look for something else. I tried on a few more things and all of them were the same, coarse and uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Gina and she said, "I suspect, if you're anything like me, it isn't the material but your skin - it's used to being unclothed already and it won't matter what you put on it's going to feel a little odd." I hummed and took off the latest dress I'd chosen and walked around a corner into the next aisle, bumping into a woman coming the other way. "Oops, Sorry" I said, and sidestepped her. "What the hell do you think your doing - it's disgusting - put some clothes on woman - have you no shame?" the woman spat at me. Suddenly I just saw red and stopped dead in my tracks and turned back to her. "Tell me Madam, exactly what is it that you find so disgusting?" "Well, you're naked - I think it's disgusting that you can wander around like that - and in public too - you should be arrested!" "You find the human body disgusting do you? Are you married; do you have children; have you never seen a naked body before, especially a female one - and if you say no to that last one you'll be an out and out liar - you can't pick up a newspaper these days without seeing some girls boobs displayed across a whole page - No, it's just your perverse sense of morality that you find the human body disgusting - here..." I grabbed the woman and took her to the balcony overlooking the food floor below and quickly found what I was looking for, an old man in very scruffy clothes walking out of the shop with a tiny bag of shopping in his hand and really struggling to make any decent headway, his back severely bent over and with clear difficulty in walking... "That is disgusting" I said, pointing to him, "and not to mention deplorable - that our society can allow people like him to have to scrimp and save and either eat or keep warm - someone who undoubtedly fought a war for us and we have just dumped them on the scrapheap and don't appropriately care for them, even when they are in hospital at the end of their lives; and he is not alone by any stretch of the imagination - and yet you find my naked countenance, which is nothing in comparison to his problems, disgusting - you need to re-evaluate what 'disgusting' means Madam." "I.. I.. I suppose you are quite right" said the woman, "he deserves so much more from our society - and put in that sort of context you are just a sight that is not expected. I'm sorry - my reaction was not appropriate now you come to mention it, and I'm sorry if I caused offence." "I'm sorry too, I'm sorry I startled you - but I really don't mean to embarrass you, or anyone else, nor my friends over there - we just like to be naked and there is honestly no desire on either of our parts to be offensive - we just ask to be accepted for what we are - nudists." I touched her arm and then turned and walked back to Gina and Martin. "Come on, let's go. I've decided I don't want to buy something to wear after all. Would you mind taking me home please Martin?" she asked. "What about your Mum - won't she be a bit pissed off with you?" I enquired. "Yes, I suppose she will - but she'll just have to get used to it - I'm not going to be a bloody sheep any more, just blindly and unquestionably following the flock for the sake of it." I replied. I walked off and made my way back to Martin's car with them in tow behind me. Martin opened the doors and I got in the back followed by Gina and we were soon off home. "That's it - I've had enough of the bigoted attitudes of people like her - my body is not disgusting - it's beautiful and I have a right to be proud of it - so - I'm not hiding it any more!" I said. "And I'm not going to let my Mum talk me out of this - I'd enjoyed this evening up to the point where that woman had to have her say. Bollocks to them all - I love my body and I'm going to damned well show it off if I want to." "Bravo, Emily." Martin said from the front of the car. "OK, you need to calm down Emily - you can't go home bearing a temper like that in you - you have to face your Mum and you'll need to be calm with her, or she'll never understand your point of view." "You're right, of course, I have to think how I'm going to approach this, but I'm not going to give in now - if I want to be naked, then naked I will be - and sod the lot of them." I put my arm around her shoulders and gave her a hug. "Thank you for helping me with this - I've done this around the house before when I've been there on my own and otherwise kept my tendency for nudity hidden, slinking around the house and getting naked whenever I thought I could get away with it and nearly being caught on so many occasions - well not any more." I picked my 'phone out of my bag and Gina and I swapped 'phone numbers, I wanted to be able to ring her later-on and let her know how I got on with Mum. For about ten minutes after that I was otherwise distracted from my condition, having to navigate for Martin to get home. When we eventually arrived I hugged and kissed Gina, and leaned into the front of the car to kiss Martin's cheek too, and said, "Oh Boy! Looks like Dad is home too - this is going to be rough! Mind if I call you later to bring you up to date on things?" They agreed that it would be fine, and said they wouldn't rest properly if I didn't let them know I was OK. I opened the car door and Gina patted my bum as I was getting out. I leaned back into the car and thanked them again for their help. Gina wished me luck and I said, "I'm going to need it I think, but now that I've 'come out', as it were, I'm not going to give this up, especially as I now know I'm not on my own! Bye both." I shut the door and walked around the car, making sure that I didn't look around at any of the other houses that were in view so as not to show any nervousness to them, and walked, head held high, up the drive to our front door, put my key in the lock and walked in expecting either Mum or Dad to be waiting the other side of said door. To my surprise, no-one was there. Closing the door, I took a deep breath, gathered myself for a few seconds and went down the corridor to the kitchen to find Mum preparing dinner. As she heard me coming down the corridor she turned to say 'Hello', but her face froze with the word barely out of her mouth, and she went white! "Oh! Emily, what's happened to you - are you alright - where are your clothes - why are you naked - are you in trouble? Oh! Darling - whatever has happened to you?" she sputtered and came over and hugged me. "I'm OK Mum, nothing bad has happened to me, in fact the reverse, something wonderful has happened to me..." "But where are your clothes - who's done this to you?" "One thing at a time Mum - I'm not in any trouble; no-one has done anything to me and nothing bad has happened. How about we get a cup of tea and we'll talk about why I'm naked and don't have my clothes with me?" "Well, OK - as long as your alright I suppose, but quick before your Father sees you, go upstairs and put some clothes on!" "No, Mum; I don't want to put any clothes on - I want to stay as I am." I said "I don't understand - why would you want to stay naked like this - what is your Father, not to mention the neighbours, going to say about you running around the streets naked?" Please; please go and put some clothes on Emily?" "No - Mum, I won't, not for now anyway. I have to tell you what I've discovered, and how, and I have to stay like this to tell you, and my plan is to be naked a whole lot more in the future, and that will include going out nude too." "Oh no! I don't believe this, I don't - can't - believe this is happening to my darling little girl." she replied, and started weeping. I took her in my arms and cuddled her, assuring her that everything was and would be OK until she stopped crying, and then I went to make a pot of tea. Having made it I asked where Dad was. "He's out in his workshop making something on his lathe." "I'll just go and get him then, do you want to get some cups and milk? Then we can have a talk all together." I asked. "Emily! You can't go and get your Father dressed as you are - he'll see you naked - go and put some clothes on right now my girl and stop all this silliness - I really don't know what's gotten into you today but it has to stop right now!" she said, anger obvious in her voice now. "So far today, Mum, lot's of people have seen me naked, and lots more will do so in the future too." and I went out the back door down to the shed. It was starting to get chilly now and I had goosebumps on my skin as I opened the workshop door to find Dad measuring something long and cylindrical in the lathe. He turned to look when he heard the door open and, rather than the shocked expression I had expected, a rather enigmatic smile played on his lips. It wasn't creepy, nor leering, but it had an element of expectedness about it, like he wasn't too surprised to encounter me dressed as I was. Puzzled, I nevertheless went over to him and gave him a customary kiss on his cheek and said, "Hi Dad, Mum's just making some tea for us and I wondered if you'd come in for a chat - I have so much to tell you both and I'd rather do it only once?" "Yes, OK then - you look good today, what have you been up to?" he replied. "Dad, you don't seem overly shocked or put out that I'm not wearing any clothes - what's going on?" I asked. "I am a little surprised to see you out here with nothing on, and walking around the garden like that, but I'd wondered for so long now if, or when, this day might come - and part of me is rather pleased it has - but we have to talk about that some, so come on, let's go." He put his arm around my waist, nothing unusual about that either, he and I had always touched and cuddled a lot in a Father/Daughter way - nothing seedy about it at all - and led me out of the shed and up the path to the house. "You know that next door can see into our garden don't you, so you should be careful about being out here like that in case they see you - don't want to embarrass yourself do you." he said as we walked. I didn't have time to respond to that before we were going into the kitchen where Mum was still stuck between angry and crying for what had happened to me. "Dad, tell her to go and put some clothes on - I've told her and she won't listen to me - and she's going on about not wearing clothes a lot more in the future - I can't cope with this Dad!" she wailed and buried her face in his chest while we both hugged her together. After a few minutes, Dad said, "Darling, I don't understand why you're getting so upset about this, I mean I often wondered if this day would ever come and whether it was something passed down through the genes or was it just something that came to certain individuals and not others - now it seems to be the former, wouldn't you agree?" Mum stopped crying and looked up at him and I felt her body relax as she did, then her shoulders dropped a little and, resignedly, she went to sit at the kitchen table. I poured our tea and took it over then sat down with them too. "What's going on Mum; Dad. What do you mean about expecting this day to come - I'm confused now." "Emily, I presume that nothing bad has happened to you and you are dressed as you are by choice?" Dad asked. "Open your eyes Dad - I'm not dressed at all!" "Exactly so, Emily, exactly so. The truth is; there is something that we've never discussed with you before, something that we used to do before you were born and when you were a baby that we agreed we'd give up doing until you were grown up and made your own way in the world. Why don't you tell her Mother?" Emily's Story Ch. 01 "Emily; your Dad and I have often spoken of whether this day would come, and if it did wondered how it would manifest itself. The truth is, I suppose, that we've both expected you to do what you've done today - but in our wildest dreams we hadn't considered it would be exactly like this. You see, we'd wondered if it was in our genes, or was it a social thing - but it seems that maybe it is in the genes." Mum said, and then looked at Dad. "I don't understand - what are you going on about jeans for - why aren't you shouting at me for coming home nude and why are you so calm about it now - non of this is what I was expecting and now I'm confused! Please - tell me what's going on and why you aren't both going mad at me." Dad took up where Mum had left off then, "When you were starting to get old enough to take notice of what was going on around you, and for memories to stick in your head, we decided we'd give up what we'd enjoyed together up until that time, or at least, mostly gave up. We have gone back to it a few times when you've stayed with Gran and we've gone off for a weeks holiday now and then though. And what we'd always wondered about was whether you would come to follow your parents, would you come to enjoy doing what we'd loved to do since we met, in fact that's how we met actually. But no, we're not mad at you - on the contrary - it means that your Mum and I can finally be ourselves and not worry about forcing you into something that society sees as morally reprehensible. You see Emily, we are nudists - we met at a nudist resort in France and had been practising nudism for years before we'd met courtesy of your Mother's family and my breaking my parents hearts when I told them what I was and what nudism is all about." Mum broke in then, "You see, we didn't want to influence you and, if you were going to come to it, allow you to find it in your own way. Now that you have, well - I couldn't be more pleased actually, because we too can now practice our nudism around the home with you and you can, if you wish, come on holidays with us to enjoy social nudity on a grand scale. So we're not mad at you. I must admit though that I'm a little concerned, only for your safety mind, that you chose to tell us about it by turning up home in a strange car completely naked! Where are your clothes by the way, and who was it that brought you home?" I was silent for a while, just trying to compute what I'd just been told - it was such a difficult thing for me to get my head around. Saying nothing, I poured a fresh cup of tea, for some reason this one, while still hot, tasted odd - Mum and Dad clearly understood that I needed time to work things out in my head while I made it. 'Let me see if I can get this straight - they were nudists before they met - they've continued to practice their nudity in secret from me - and now they are glad that I too have found my own love of nudity, for that surely was what it was since that profound moment in the restaurant when I'd walked out of the toilets.' I thought to myself. What did this mean? On the face of it, it meant that I'd be able to go nude at home - that they too would be going naked with me, or should that have been me with them, whatever; it meant that I didn't have anything to fear at home and our love for one another was not going to suffer - indeed, it may even grow - if that's possible. But it will put away a lie that they'd been living nearly all of my life - and I suddenly felt guilty about that. I regained my seat, still in silence. Eventually, and thanks to the clear understanding of my parents having had time to think things through, I said, "You met at a nudist resort - you used to go to, what, clubs or something, in this country and lived your home lives nude - until I got in the way and, for whatever reason, you gave up something that you loved doing because of me." Mum started to speak but I held up my hand to stop her. "And you gave it up for some weird kind of social experiment to see whether there is such a thing as a nudist gene, now I know what you mean by genes by the way. How could you do that - how could you give up on something so wonderful to fulfil some sort of test and see if I'd find nudism on my own? Were you ever planning on telling me all of this if I hadn't been 'caught out' naked?" I don't know what to say now - I'm just so confused!" "Darling, yes, we did, almost, give up our love of social nudity for you - we didn't want you to be an outcast and have no friends in school - we didn't want to be an embarrassment to you outside the house - we were afraid that you'd be ostracised by your peers because of us - you can't know how hard it was for us - it was an integral part of our lives together - but we wanted to protect you from what society rejects as immoral, disgusting and rude." Mum explained. "Mum, I've just had a, shall we say educational, discussion with someone in Tescos about what is disgusting and immoral because she didn't like my being naked, so you don't have to tell me nor protect me from such things, I think I've got a reasonably stable view of the world and an understanding of the different types of people and their status led morality too thanks to you - so you don't have to sound so apologetic about what you've done. I wish I'd known about this years ago, because for such a long time, even when I was in Comprehensive School, if I was at home on my own I'd chance getting undressed and wandering around naked and loved doing it. But today, I was in McDonalds with my friends when this woman came in; and she was naked - she challenged the management, who wanted her to leave, and then asked the people in the restaurant if they objected to her nudity, and I suppose, because she was so confident they allowed it - but I felt as though that woman should have be me - I wanted to be her - to have her courage and self belief that she could be so bold. Indeed, I went into the ladies loo's with her to talk to her, that was after her husband had arrived too, but he was dressed, about what it was like to be out in public like that - and nearly everything I'd felt going around here nude is what she explained to me. She said, though, that the only way I'd know what it was like would be to do it - she didn't encourage me though, I did it on my own - anyway, I fought with myself about taking off my clothes and walking out of there naked, like she was - I couldn't do it to start with, I mean leave my clothes, so I ripped them up and threw them away in the bin - so that I didn't have a choice any-more - I had to do it. Only when it came time to come home did I have a panic about being nude - I mean I thought you'd all go nuts and ground me for a year for coming home naked - Gina suggested that we go to Tesco, just around the corner, to get me a cheap dress or something. I asked how we'd go about that as neither of us had any clothes with us anyway. She explained that, besides the obvious fact that we didn't have any clothes on in there, she'd been shopping there last weekend and that she'd done so nude, so off we went. But that woman complained about us and I just saw red - I pointed out to her a poor, scruffily dressed old man with about half a plastic bag of shopping and struggling so hard to walk, all bent over because of his back - I pointed out how that was disgusting and immoral that we as a society didn't properly look after folks who'd probably fought a war for us, and this is how we honour and look after them - and I think I reset her definition of disgusting and immoral for her! That, in a nutshell, is how it came about that I arrived home naked; driven by Gina and Martin, her husband, after my friends had abandoned me in McDonalds. And now - well now all I can think of is the years of pleasure that I've missed out on for your bloody social experiment!" Dad smiled a little at that, but said, "I suppose it was, in a way, an experiment, but that was a side-effect of the main reason. The real reason we stopped going naked at home was to not influence you or make you think you had to do something that you didn't want to do. We didn't want you to feel as though we'd forced you to become someone you didn't want to be or made you do something that you wouldn't agree to if you knew better." "I can kind of see your point of view, but why would you be so ashamed of something that you loved doing, and then carry on doing it in a backhanded way when I'd been away at school just to keep me 'pure', if that's what you thought you were doing?" I asked. "I suppose it's we that have been ashamed, in a way, because we've never told anyone outside of the Naturist circle about our 'hobby', but things were different then, it just wasn't understood by society if you did anything out of the ordinary, and one had to go off hiding away, in this country anyway, if you wanted to, that's why we used to belong to a Club and would go off to the swimming pools of some of the more open minded local authorities who were prepared to accommodate us, but there weren't many of them. We were blessed, however, with one at Llantarnam and one at Chepstow on a Saturday and Sunday evenings. We'd have told you all about it eventually, it's just that you seem to have pre-empted us by meeting someone else who obviously has more courage than your Father and me." Mum said. "Anyway, while we're absolutely thrilled to be able to tell you, finally, about our hidden life and welcome you into it and we'll enjoy us all being nude together, I don't think that your being nude out on the streets and in public is safe, and your bound to get yourself arrested." Dad added. "We'll have to see about that part, but since your going to enjoy us all being nude together, I think now is the time to start - so let's level the playing field here - it's time, I think, that you both joined me; don't you?" I asked. I expected Dad to start, I don't know why, maybe because he'd seemed so relaxed about it all, but instead Mum stood up and started to unbutton her dress and took it off, closely followed by her bra and knickers until, at last, she stood before us naked herself. She rubbed the feeling of her clothes off her body and asked, "Well, what do you think? Can you cope with me walking around the house like this Emily?" I got up and just hugged her close into me. I don't think I'd ever been happier and for a bog standard day with no aspirations to be anything else, it had turned into a new beginning day for all of us as, when I turned to look at Dad, he too had dis-robed and was stood before me in all his glory, unabashed and unashamed, and he looked sooo good too! In fact, if he wasn't my Dad, I wouldn't be in a rush to kick him out of bed had the chance presented itself! I started to cry, not sobbing, just tears running down my face in torrents and a snotty nose dribbling onto my lips and into my mouth. The feelings of disappointment that we'd missed so many years of pleasure together like this and the joy at finally being able to admit to my family who I really was just kept those tears coming. Mum and Dad came across to me and we all hugged and cried together for a while, and I don't think we'd ever been as close as a family as we became that evening. For my part, Mum and Dad treated me with a whole load more respect than they had in the past, finally treating me like the adult that I'd become under their tutelage, taking my thoughts and feelings, no matter what the subject or how socially difficult it was, into due consideration. I, in my own part, treated them more as friends and confidantes than parents and since that very day we've never been happier. We had our dinner together, none of us now bothering to dress, and shortly afterwards I gave Gina a ring. I called a taxi, one of the companies I had used often enough before, and asked for a car to take me to Gina's and it duly arrived. I grabbed my purse and went to kiss Mum and Dad goodbye and tell them where I was going and, once again, Mum was in despair and pleading with me about getting dressed first. I told her I'd be fine and that I just didn't want to get dressed - I wanted to enjoy what I'd discovered this afternoon as much as possible. Dad just nodded his head, smiled, told me I looked beautiful, patted me on the bottom and just said to be careful. I left the house via the front door and the look on the taxi driver's face was a picture. I walked down the drive and opened the front door and got in alongside him and gave him Gina's address. "Haven't you forgotten something miss?" he asked. "Uuuum... No, I don't think so. I have my purse and can't think of anything else that I need." I replied, playing dumb. "What about some clothes, miss!" "Oh, those - no, I don't need any of those where I'm going." I said, smiling at him. Off we went then and I did notice that the poor mad did have a little trouble in the eye and trouser departments - his trousers became suddenly too tight in the crotch and his eyes struggled to stay on the road. I was loving the effect I had on him and it made me quite wet. "Have you ever had a naked fare before driver?" I cruelly asked him. "No, I have to admit this is a first, and I'll tell you in this job you get to see some sights. I've had a topless woman before, she'd sold her blouse to someone in the club she'd been in for a charity raffle and didn't have anything to put on. She said she'd sold kisses to her nipples after that to make more money for it and seemed really quite relaxed about running around topless, but I've never had a naked fare before, either male or female. So, why are you naked then, if you don't mind my asking, and since you brought the subject up?" he replied. "Just because I want to be - no other reason - I like the feeling of freedom and the heightened state of self awareness that it creates, besides, it's fun!" "Don't you worry about getting unwanted attention running around like that?" "I haven't given it much thought actually. I mean, I don't think, despite my nudity, that I'm particularly giving off any sexual signals to anyone. Do you think I am, or do I appear to be just a woman who is not wearing any clothes?" "Actually, yes, you do just look like a person not wearing any clothes, there's nothing overtly sexual about your demeanour at all, but for all that, I am sexually aroused by your nudity, not that I intend to do anything about it though. However, I think if I spent some more time with you and you just behaved normally, while not entirely being a non issue I'd soon get used to seeing you like that and it wouldn't be so much of an issue." "Thank you for that - that is exactly the response I'm looking for - I just want to be taken for a normal person who happens to be unclad - not just a naked person. Would you mind being my driver again if I'm nude? I'd like you to if you would - you make me feel safe." I asked. "Yes, Miss, I wouldn't mind at all - well let's be fair, who wouldn't want to drive a beautiful naked lady around!" We chatted about this and that for the following few minutes it took to reach Gina's home and, soon enough we arrived and I paid him the fare, and asked if he would collect me later on to take me home. He readily agreed and I said I would ring his office when I needed him. "My name's Gerald, Gerry, so if you ask for me I'll be right along...?" and he paused, waiting for me to proffer my own name. "Emily, Gerry; my names Emily." and I held my hand out to him to shake in greeting, "And thank you for not making a fuss about my dress and getting me here safely. I'll see you later then." I think I'll describe Gerry at this juncture, because we're going to hear more of him later, significantly more. He was about 23 to 25 years old, blonde haired and, although it's hard to judge when someone's sitting down, I figured about 5ft 10" and he looked like he worked out a lot. He had a flat stomach and bulky pectoral muscles and his upper arms were a larger diameter than the top of my thigh. He had a well arranged face and, overall, presented a pleasant countenance to the world. The way he handled my nudity too was a point in his favour, being truthful about the sexual arousal he felt due to my dress but for all that being gentlemanly about it as well. All 'round, he was sufficiently attractive, both physically and temperamentally, that I wanted to see him again and if he were to ask me out I wouldn't hesitate to accept. (If he didn't do so soon, I thought, I'd have to take the initiative and ask him!) I got out of the cab and blew him a kiss, then went up Gina's drive and fair banged away at the door, impatient to see Gina and Martin again, even though it had only been a few hours since I'd last seen them; but so much had changed since I saw them I was eager to be in their company and tell them my news. We spent some time looking at the CCBN (Central Council for British Naturism) web site and I found it to be useful for information but not supportive of what we wanted to do - ie. to just be naked if we wanted to wherever we were. This was the world that my parents had described to me, a 'closed shop' where people gathered together in a strictly organised manner, and didn't, by and large, practice their penchant for social nudity outside of their closed group. I wondered at their beguiling behaviour and was disappointed at their denial of themselves, which in turn promoted, it seemed to me, the opinion that the human body was something to be ashamed of; to be hidden away from sight as though a glimpse of skin other than legs to the knee, arms and face were something that was so disgusting that it must not be seen. And yet, while people of all walks of life would publicly disparage strip clubs, and newspapers like The Sun who daily displayed on page three a young lady clearly displaying her breasts and still the sex trade flourishes; and that means that those self same people took advantage of them. Well, maybe not all of them but it had to be a fair percentage that could support the teaming sex trade to be found in all of the large cities of Britain. We did find information that would be of assistance to us though, like where one could attend organised naturist swim sessions in the local area (or within 50 miles of residence) which we decided we'd like to take advantage of. Anyway, after a very enjoyable and fruitful couple of hours I rang the cab company and asked for Gerry to pick me up and take me home. I was told I'd have to wait about 30 minutes for him to be free or I could have a car immediately if not, and that the company discouraged requests for a particular driver. I said I'd wait and get Gerry to tell the boss why I was requesting him in particular so that there wouldn't be any problem in the future. We had another quick cuppa and then there was a knock on the door. Gina got up and went to the door and came back in to tell me that my cab was here. I kissed them both goodnight and went out to the front door where Gina and Martin followed. "Hi Gerry, I hope I haven't caused you any trouble at work - the desk wasn't too keen to send you to pick me up." I said. "No Emily, it's no trouble at all." he replied, leading off down the path to his cab. Once again, I got in the front and gave Gina another kiss on the cheek; she'd followed us out for some reason - maybe she was being protective of me - and we were off. I'd taken the short walk from Gina's front door to the cab to take in Gerry's physic. As suspected he was about 5' 10" and had a beautiful butt, tight and swaying as he walked away from me - 'I could watch that for a week and not be bored' I thought - a slim waist and broad back. He really did look like he worked out a lot. And he had good manners too - a full package - very nice, very nice indeed! Emily's Story Ch. 01 We once again chatted as he drove me home and we seemed to be getting on OK, or was it just his professional front he was presenting to me. He seemed very natural about it if it was. I couldn't see, in the poor illumination from the street lights, whether or not he wore a wedding band! When we pulled up outside my home, I offered him the fare and he turned on the interior light to get me my change, and no, he didn't have a wedding band. It didn't mean he was free, but it did mean that he was a possible date! I took my change and got out of his car and walked around to the drive to find that he'd gotten out of the car too. "Are you going to walk me to my door, Sir?" I asked demurely. "Yes, if that's OK. I know I can see you from the car, but dressed as you are I wouldn't want anything to happen to you and not be close enough to protect you thanks." Did people swoon these days? Let me tell you emphatically - yes - I did swoon. Gorgeous and a Gentleman to boot - he must be attached, I thought. In an attempt to keep things light I held out my hand for him to 'take me on his arm' and said, "Why, thank you kind Sir." as he indeed offered me his arm. We got to the front door and I was going to say 'Thank you Gerry, goodnight'; but what came out was "Would you like to take me out some time Gerry? I'd very much like it if you would." "Ummmm, I don't know... I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to ask anything like that - I mean - why would I - beautiful young ladies don't ask people like me out do they - I mean - what do I have to offer someone like you who could have any man they set their light on?" "Oh Gerry! Don't you dare put yourself down like that - you are gorgeous to start with and if just for your looks any girl would be glad to be on your arm - but more than that, you're a gentleman too - not many men would be able to demonstrate the constraint and manners that you have with me tonight, especially with me being dressed as I am. Do you like how I'm dressed Gerry or do you find me sluttish or disgusting because I dare to venture abroad naked?" "No - not in the least - I think you have a rare courage to be able to do what you are and be so relaxed and normal about it. But you could have anyone you wanted instead of an uneducated old hack like me couldn't you?" "Maybe I could, Gerry, but I've chosen you - if your free to be chosen that is." I replied. "Well, Maam, how could I possibly refuse such a request, and yes, I'm free to be chosen - I don't have a girlfriend - never had the social skills to acquire one I'm afraid." "Well, that's definitely my gain then Gerry, when do you think we could arrange a date then?" I asked. Before he could answer, the front door opened and my Dad stood behind it wearing a dressing gown. "Is everything OK Emily, we saw you pull up and expected to hear you come in sooner." he asked. "Yes, Dad, everything is very OK. This is Gerry, my driver - if I need to go anywhere he'll be my personal chauffeur and he'll keep me safe - he wouldn't even let me walk up the drive alone, would you Gerry?" "Just wanted to ensure your safety Maam." he replied. "Now come on Gerry, Emily is my name - can't have you calling me Maam if were out on a date can I?" "No, I suppose not - Emily." I could see his blush from the overspilling light coming from the open door, and before anything else could be said he said, "Goodnight then, Emily, don't forget to ask for me when you need a car again will you." And he nodded a goodnight to my Dad and turned and walked back down to his car with me calling after him "What about our date?" after him. "Maybe we'll arrange something next time I pick you up." and with that he was back in his car and off down the street. I playfully slapped my Dad's chest with my open hand and said, "Good timing Dad, good timing!" and we went into the house. "What's with the dressing gown then Dad, I thought we'd worked out our new 'at home' dress code earlier, or at least 'at home' for you and Mum, unless you're going to follow my lead?" I asked him. "I don't think we will be as brave, or is that foolhardy, as you're being Emily." he replied, continuing, "We really aren't comfortable with you going out naked as you have tonight - do you really have to push that hard? Can't we keep this between ourselves Love?" "Dad, I can't - I can't hide this away - it would make what I'm doing something to be ashamed of - something dirty, immoral even - when I don't feel like that at all - I feel free at last - free to be the person I've been hiding away for years. I appreciate that there will be places where I can't go nude, like to college and what have you - but when I feel happy about being nude then I want the freedom to be so instead of living a life constrained and imprisoned by society's skewed opinion of the human form, and I'm sure you and Mum would love it too if you had the courage to try it. Look at just now where you had to scurry around to find a dressing gown before you would open the door to your own daughter - Pah! I can't be doing with that malarky!" We left it at that, for the time being anyway, while we had a final drink together and I told them both about my evening with Gina, Martin... and Gerry! Before I went to bed I made myself a cup of hot milk, in an effort to relax me a little so that I'd sleep better, and went out to the patio to drink it and reflect on the most amazing day of my life. The release and realisation that I wasn't a pervert for running around nude when I was home, but much more than that the realisation that, even if there was only a few of us, that I could do it in public too, had been overwhelming. At last - I could be me - and my parents were, to a degree, supportive of what I was doing too. Much to my amazement, they'd shown me where my penchant for nudity came from and then, to my delight, they'd joined me in being naked, at least around the house - 'I'll wean them off that me-thinks!' I thought. And then there was Gerry - I'd never had a boyfriend - I don't know what it was about boys in my group but they seemed to be so immature, and they'd go all shy and silly if you showed any attention towards them, or they'd push out their chests and assume that all you wanted was to have sex with them. The proposition of having any sort of relationship just didn't seem to enter into their very limited horizons - morons! But Gerry - well he'd been nothing but a gentleman and, while he did get a little shy about my forwardness in asking him out on a date, at least he wasn't silly and pre-pubescent about it, rather he was honest and open about his lack of confidence about himself and with women which in itself was endearing. 'I do so hope he will take me out sometime - I think he's really nice.' I thought to myself. I went to bed relaxed and happier than I'd ever been in my life. Emily's Story Ch. 02 This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place. The first chapter I wrote after I started this as a lead in to the series to try and confuse the true intent as to how Emily came to work at Johns Place. The remainder of the series will be written in the first person and as a flashback, unless I break my own rules and include a flashback in the flashback, or a flashback in a flashback in a flashback. Enjoy. ***** There I was, standing on the dusty road, the wind biting at my chapped lips the sun was just coming over the horizon and here I was in the middle of nowhere about to do something I never thought I would do. My black hair was a mess, there was no way I would get hired looking like this. I pulled out my compact and did what I could with my face, it was the one of the only things I had left along with a ten dollar bill wrapped around my license. I was dirty and exhausted, and haven't slept in a couple days. I had heard about the opening from some trucker at the rest stop a few miles away where my car had been. I acted like I didn't hear his comment to me after he caught me eavesdropping on him, 'that pretty face would look good with my dick in it.' He said as I turned away and blushed. He was pretty cute but I could smell his sweat from here and those armpit stains, ewwwww. I was sleeping in my car up until yesterday, making money by telling tourists driving through the area that my purse had just been stolen and I had nothing, they would usually just let me use their cell phone, I called my mom's number and acted like she answered, they would give me some cash to hold me over until I got home, but it was just onto another rest stop for the night and the same routine. My once brilliant green eyes stared back at me in the mirror all red from the dust and the long walk. I was lucky to have been wearing my sneakers when my car was stolen when I was in the restroom. Everything was inside it, my keys seemed completely pointless now as my fingers touched them in my pocket. Who would want a junker car anyways? I was hungry, nothing like losing weight when you eat one meal a day. I really didn't need to lose much, I was about 130 when I started out living day to day like this two years ago, and was probably down to 90 to 100. I could barely make it the couple miles from the rest stop to here. It hadn't been easy but I was going in and it was my only option. The door was locked, I didn't know what to expect at 7 in the morning, it had been light for only an hour, but there were several cars in the lot. I noticed a doorbell and rang it. Still nothing. I had just about turned around to leave when someone opened the door a crack. "What do you want" a deep voice said from the darkness within. "Um," I managed to stammer, "my name is Emily I called a few hours ago." My voice sounded so week and timid, I tried not to look at the opening in the door. The door slowly opened and I stepped inside there was a bar with a couple tables and a few lounge chairs. A short blonde was behind the counter to the bar with large breasts that were concealed, if you want to call it that, by a small bikini top. She glanced in my direction and then paid me little attention. The man that let me in told me to go to the door next to the bar and knock on it. He eyed me from head to toe like I was on display for him as I walked by. The interior of the building was dark and after being in the sunlight of the desert I could barely make out anything inside. As I reached the door I knocked gently on it and waited for a reply. "who is it?" I heard a male voice from behind the door answer, "what the fuck do you want?" I was startled by the bluntness and the hostility in the voice. The door opened abruptly and I jumped a little and took a small step back. The man before me was around 5'8" tall, balding, and rather husky around the edges... ok, so he was fat, hadn't shaved in a couple days and smelled like 3 cartons of cigarettes. "who the fuck are you!" He demanded of me. "Em-Emily... I called you.... Last night.... about a job" "Yes, come in." I could see the look in his eyes, the kind of look that I've gotten since I was 14 from dirty old men just like him. I followed him into a small office and sat in the chair opposite the desk. He closed another door that lead out of the office into what looked like another small room. I catched a glimpse of what looked like security monitors. "So tell me why should I hire you? You look like shit?" I noticed him glancing at my legs and up to my breasts. I decided to use my 36C to my advantage. I leaned forward and let him get a good look down my top, "please, I am desperate, my car was stolen and I need a really good job, I'm desperate." I was pouting to what looked like no avail. I sat back in my chair and dropped my head. I could feel his eyes burning into me, I decided to show off a little more and spread my legs apart a bit, my skirt riding up, just shy of revealing my black thong. I knew I hadn't had a change in clothes in a couple days, just walked 2 plus miles, and could feel the dirt from the desert in every pour of my body. He leaned back and I heard his chair creaking, "well normally I wouldn't hire a girl that looks like you do right now, but I am real short today, a couple girls called off sick." I sat up in my chair at his mention of this. "and considering your circumstances it would be real unchristian of me to not let you start today as a trial." "Oh, thank you so much, I won't disappoint you, I...." He cut me off "but then again, it would be real un-business like of me to not see what you have to work with first." My reaction would have won a grammy, I sat there shocked that he would want a private show. But as I sat there I regained my composure and figured I would have to be taking off my clothes anyways to make money. I really didn't think I had a problem with it until now, I have only been naked in front of someone else a couple times, and if I hesitated now then there would be no way he would let me stay. I had to do this and I had to do it now. I stood up trying to look as confident as possible. Shot him the sexiest look that I could as I reached up and slowly slide down a spaghetti strap off my shoulder. I stepped towards him around the side of his desk, towering over him at 5'7" he looked up at me as I bent down and put my breasts inches from his face. I slowly lowered myself by bending my knees and I slide down my other strap as I coyly looked at the floor. I lowered my top over my breasts as I looked seductively back up at him. I saw his eyes light up as if he never saw a 19 year olds breasts before, and I let my hand slip to brush against my hardening nipples. It was kind of an empowering feeling seeing the reaction that he was giving me I felt like I was in total control as I quickly stood up and took my top off over my head and turning my back towards him, looking over my shoulder back at him. I could do this I knew I could. He started to get a crooked smile as I turned back towards him and put my foot up on his desk, my skirt rose to my waist and he could see my thong. I let my hands rub my thighs slowly as I tilted my head back and closed my eyes acting like I was enjoying my display. I was enjoying it, I convinced myself in the split second that I realized that I had to if I could really convince him that I could do good at this job. I turned my back to him again, and slowly lowered my skirt to my ankles as I bent at the waist. It felt like I could feel his drool dripping onto my thong clad ass, every guy I ever dated always wanted to see me in a thong and I knew I could get them to do anything I wanted when I was only wearing one. I raised my arms above my head and started moving to an imaginary beat swaying my ass one way and then the next. Bending at the knees I swayed my ass back towards him as I lowered myself seductively as I could think of. Turning back around as I stood up I startled him in his chair. I could feel his erection through his sweatpants and tried not to grimace at this disgusting man who held the fate of my job in his hand. I grabbed my breasts, tilted my head back, and grinded his crotch. Pinching my nipples I looked back at him, glaring into his eyes, giving him my best I want to fuck you face right here right now faces. I stood up and quickly lost my thong, turned and ground my ass into his crouch, my head next to his and moaning into his ear. "So... mmmmmm" I tried to sound as if I was horny as possible, "do I get the job?" My hands started to stray one to my nipple and one to my pussy. I acted like I was actually turned on by this and started to rub my clit. I stood again and faced him shrugging my shoulders and lowering my head while looking at him. Standing there in my sneakers I felt like the most uncomfortable person in the world, yet at the same time my heart was pounding like I was having my most intense orgasm of my life. He sat there looking at me as if he was expecting something else. After a moment his face changed to one of anger, "well, what are you waiting for?" He asked me. I looked at him dumbfounded, "what kind of fucking whore are you? Why the fuck are you not sucking my cock already!" He must have seen the surprise in my eyes when he said that as he stood up grabbed my wrist and started to pull me towards the door. "Wait my clothes!" I started to protest as I fought his grasp and resisted moving. Not letting go he turned and yelled at me, "What the fuck kind of place did you think this is? Why the fucking hell would I give you a fucking job here if you don't want to fuck? That's what the fucking customers are paying for...." I didn't hear his next couple sentences. His firm grip of my wrist held me in place as I replayed his last sentence over and over again. "This is damn whore house" I thought to myself, "and he is going to throw me outside naked like a fucking whore." "What the fuck? You aren't even listening to me!" He hit me. I fell against his desk knocking over several papers he had scattered there. "CLARENCE!" he yelled. The large black man that let me in came into the room. "hold this bitch down while I tell her what the fuck she is going to do here." I couldn't see Clarence's reaction from behind the tears and my hair in my face. But I could tell he moved towards me. He picked me up and turned me around then forced me to bend over the desk as he pinned my arms down my face in his crotch, I tried to struggle but couldn't move. "She is ready for you now Mr. Furgenson." Clarence said as I felt Mr. Furgenson spread my legs apart, his dick already pushing at my pussy. I was in shock, I am going to get raped over a desk at a whore house! Furgenson's dick was pushing into my dry pussy. "Hand me that lube Clarence, this cunt's still dry." Clarence let go of me and I didn't try to get away, I knew it was over. A thousand thoughts went through my head at once. I didn't want to be a whore in this shit hole of a place, I didn't want to get raped in his dirty office, I needed to get money, I was going to get thrown out of here naked in the middle of nowhere after being raped, or worse dead. Tears were streaming down my face as this Mr. Furgenson was just starting to put lube on my pussy. He thrust his cock into me. I laughed a little on the inside it couldn't have been more than 4 inches long. "Wait...." I managed to say between sobs. "What is it cunt, you want to beg me not to do this." Clarence laughed at what Mr. Furgenson had said. "No, I want to do this... just... just not here." Somehow I managed to hold back my tears as I said that, and it seemed to surprise Mr. Furgenson. "Let me tell you what, I will get Carrie to clean you up and then Clarence and I will see if you are worth the trouble." Clarence looked at Mr. Furgenson before picking me up and throwing me out of the room, still naked. The only person there was the blonde behind the bar luckily. I figured if this was a whore house she probably is one and seen it before anyways. She rushed over to me as Clarence yelled at her "Get her cleaned up, put her in room 23." "Hi, I'm Carrie." She managed to say as she picked me up and guided me to room 23. I was still sobbing my hair matted to my face. "Listen, it's not that bad here at Johns Place. Mr. Furgenson... well, Mr. Furgenson only fucks any girl here once and that is the first time. He is a slob and all the girls hate him. But he has connections with the sheriffs in town and is pretty immune to any law. He thinks that after the customers get the girls that they aren't good enough for him. He is a little rough, but when it is the customers you have all the power as to what happens." I looked up at her, she was staring at me like what I would expect from a blond bimbo porn star with fake tits. What was I talking about this is a probably a blond bimbo with fake tits. "I... I..." I started to say but I was too exhausted to say a word. Carrie was on the phone next to the bed in no time, "Alex come to room 23 right now." While Carrie was on the phone I collapsed in a chair just before she came back to me. The slight noise of the door opening was interrupted by Carrie, "new hire, go tell Mr. Furgenson that she is in no condition to... ah... start she is in bad shape. Get as much time for her as you can." Carrie was out of the room and into the bathroom, she came back with a glass of water that I desperately needed. I looked up at her not saying anything. "I'm Carrie... I don't know if I said that yet, but its not that bad here." I rolled my eyes as I looked at her. "Mr. Furgenson, well, I don't know what to tell you, act like you like him and he will treat you better. When I came here he treated me pretty much the same way at first. I was pre-med at UCLA and..." "What?" I stammered trying to wonder why a girl that was obviously smart enough to get a great education and eventually a great job would resort to something like this. Carrie continued, "Well I was off for the summer and money was tight I knew about Nevada and I figured I might as well try and see what I could make. I was brought up by pretty liberal parents and sex was just second nature to me. I got here and started to make really good money, so much that when I went back to school I had more money than my friends. I came back the next summer and never left. Sometimes I regret it, but that is usually when a girl like you comes in." She sat next to me and put an arm around my shoulders and a hand on my thigh. I started to cry again as she carried me to the bathroom and started the shower. I was in no condition to stand and she laid me in the bottom as the warm water ran down my naked body. She left briefly and returned in mid sentence like I could hear her over the shower "...your clothes, she is putting them in the wash. How did you manage to get so dirty coming here darling?" "My car... I..." I broke down crying as Carrie looked at me. Without hesitation, she stripped down and climbed in and held me against her breast as I cried. I didn't even care what she was doing just that she was there and I finally had human contact that cared, something that I haven't had ever before in my life. I lifted my head to kiss her on the lips, my first kiss with another woman, and put my head down and cried again. Our bodies soaked under the warm shower and she was holding me as I cried out the 19 years of my life. I don't know how long it was until Carrie got me out of the shower dried off and into bed, as she was about to leave I grabbed her arm, did my best to look her in the eye with every bit of my remaining energy. "I'm Emily by the way. Thank you." A single tear was all I had left as I fell asleep. I was only aware that Carrie was gone a couple of minutes and she was back and slept with me holding me tight. Emily's Story Ch. 02 The new day dawned with sun streaming in through my open curtains and I felt sooo relaxed as I woke, and while I lay enjoying the dappled light coming through the leaves of the tree in our back garden I replayed the events of yesterday in my mind. What a day - the day my life irrevocably changed - for good or ill I suppose is yet to be seen - but for now I couldn't be happier! I heard my Mum, I presumed, crashing plates around downstairs and assumed, correctly, that she was getting breakfast. I got out of bed and, for once, didn't reach for my robe as usual (I'd been sleeping naked for about 2 years by now but had never gone naked in the house when any-one else was here), but went directly to the bathroom and then downstairs to the kitchen. To my disappointment, Mum was indeed in the kitchen but she was wearing her robe as usual. She turned to say 'Good Morning Darling' and caught her breath at my nakedness. My heart sank! Oh NO! I thought we'd got this sorted last night! I thought. I smiled at Mum and returned her greeting, adding, "What's with the dressing gown Mum, I thought we'd agreed an at-home dress code yesterday?" "And I woke this morning hoping it was all a bad dream!" she ruefully replied. "Sorry Mum, it wasn't a dream, and you and Dad, when I came home naked, told me all about your belonging to a Naturist club and going on holiday to nudist resorts - and you both spent the evening naked yourselves - remember?" "Yes, I do - maybe I was just hoping it was a dream and that our darling daughter hadn't found what we'd been trying to keep from her nearly all of her life. I can see that it wasn't a dream and that you have found the joy of being naked for yourself - in which case, as you say, what's with the dressing gown!" She undid the knot at her waist and shrugged it off, placing it on the back of a chair. "Will you alter the blinds darling, so that the neighbours can't see into the kitchen?" she asked. "No, Mum, I told you yesterday that I'm not going to do what you both have done and hide away from any-one. If I'm going to do this I'm not going to be shy about it; I'm not going to deny what I am to my friends or anyone else, and neither should you. You should embrace what we are, revel in it, broadcast it - because it sets us free!" Blushing slightly, "Oh my! What will they say if they see us like this?" she rhetorically replied, but she didn't adjust the blinds. I gave her a kiss and sat at the table to eat the, now ready, breakfast she had prepared just as I heard Dad on the stairs. To my great delight, he was naked and had clearly embraced the situation better than Mum had and was being more true to himself than she was too. He gave Mum a huge hug which made her blush once more, and I noticed, when he'd put her down, that his penis was a little larger than it had been. Some folks may think I'm being perverse, but I liked it. I liked that they still stimulated each other in such a natural manner. We sat and chatted while we ate, largely, unfortunately, about how I intended to proceed with my life and, I suppose more to the point, when I would be dressed and I wouldn't. In general, we decided that I'd wear clothes when I attended college, or events associated with college, but apart from that I'd make up my mind based on circumstance. "But what if you've gone out naked, like you did last night, and the circumstances require that you have to wear clothing?" Mum asked. "Well I'll have to play it by ear, won't I?" I replied. "What if you were to carry something in your bag, Emily, a t-shirt and shorts or a short skirt or something - just for emergencies" Dad suggested. "I suppose that could work - but wouldn't it make 'backing out' too easy for me to do - I don't expect this to be easy Dad, but I do have to do it my way, for now at least. Who knows what's going to happen once I've gotten over the initial flush of freedom and how I'll react then? And, maybe, it will depend a little on what my friends, if they still are my friends after abandoning me yesterday without a sound, have to say about it - I mean, will they be as childish as the boys around us and just ostracise me outright? I don't know Dad, I just have to be allowed to work it all out don't I." "Yes; I suppose you do. But it doesn't mean that we won't be worried about you every minute your out if you're naked, about you getting assaulted or arrested or something even worse, so try as you might you can't remove that fear that we'll have for your safety." Mum said. "Yes, it is going to be a little stressful. Make sure that your 'phone always has a good charge so that you can call us if you need help." Dad added. I assured them that I would and we finished up our breakfast. When I'd gotten ready for college, I'd brought myself a light cotton sun-dress to wear when we got there, I waited for Susan to come along and pick me up as she usually did and was sitting in the lounge looking out for her car, if indeed she would pick me up this morning. Soon enough, thankfully, her car pulled up outside and I went to hug and kiss Mum and Dad goodbye as usual. As I kissed Dad and hugged him, I felt his penis twitch as it came into contact with my stomach. "Hey, that's naughty" I giggled, "But I like it Dad. Didn't think I'd be able to get a rise out of such an experienced man as you!" I whispered. I had to smile as he blushed slightly and I just touched his arm and said, "See you later Dad." and blew him a kiss. I went out the door, bag over my shoulder and my dress in my hand, and walked down the drive. Susan's chin was on the floor of her car as she watched me sauntering down the path. I opened the front door and climbed in. "Hi Susan, lovely day isn't it? Where did all you lot go yesterday afternoon, and thanks for leaving my bag for me." I said. "What the fuck are you doing Emily? Why are you naked again; what happened to you yesterday? Are you coming into college like that - they'll throw you out!" she spluttered. "I'm naked because I love the feeling of being naked - it's so exciting and wonderful and free - and I've brought a sun-dress to wear in college, but mostly I only have it to pacify Mum and Dad and if it feels OK then I'll ditch it later on." I replied. "Emily - what about everyone seeing you like they did yesterday - Sarah was beside herself with rage when you came out of the toilets like that - that's why we had to leave - she wouldn't stay there any longer. And I thought you'd be OK with your new friends, you seemed to be comfortable, if a little star-struck, with them." "Everybody seeing me is not the point - it's a side effect - I think, but to be honest I think I like people looking at me when I'm nude - I did last night anyway. And it's not about them - it's about me and how I feel about being naked - keep your eyes on the road for goodness sakes, you can look all you like later, and I can admit now that I've done this before, but only at home when I'm there alone - but now I can be me - and free! Oh! Susan - you just can't comprehend how wild it is - how sensuous it makes you feel - how much more bright and shiny the world appears to be - not unless you try it for yourself - I just can't explain to you how good it feels Susan!" We were nearing college now and I could see people pointing at us, me, as we drove through the streets now thronging with our fellow students. My pussy was soaking!! That seemed to put the final brick into the wall, as it were, for now I understood that there are two disparate parts to this - what I'd felt yesterday - the freedom, the raised self awareness, self assurance and the bliss to be free of the constraints of clothing - and this new and very different feeling of arousal, sexual awareness and enjoyment of the looks that people were giving me that just smacked far more of sex than what I'd felt yesterday - all these people looking at me today were turning me on - and it was delicious! "Well I'm not going to do it - it's ridiculous; and if you keep on doing it I'm not going to hang out with you any longer - you're an embarrassment Emily!" "Oh Susan! I didn't think that you, of all people, were so shallow that you can't accommodate another persons point of view, I'm disappointed in you, really!" "I'm not shallow, and I can appreciate someone else's point of view - it doesn't, however, mean that I have to agree with their point of view or want to make them my bosom budies and hang out with them. If you're going to do this all the time I don't want to be associated with it, or you, at all, so you'll either have to dress appropriately or I'll not be picking you up any more. I think it's disgusting running around the streets naked!" "I'm sorry you see it that way Susan, I thought we were best friends - and they support each other no matter what. Would you stop please, I'll walk from here so as not to embarrass you any further." I said feeling disappointed in her view of me and my decisions. Without speaking further, Susan pulled the car to the kerb and I got out thanking her for the lift and assuring her that I'd get home later under my own steam, shut the door behind me and she squealed her tyres as she pulled away. So, here I stand, naked, on the side of the road in the centre, almost, of town and about a three minute walk from my classes. Now I had a decision to make and I immediately realised the importance of it. Do I walk to school naked or put on my dress and deny my feelings and desires. Gina had acknowledged her desires and went naked to work on a public bus, and so far had gotten away with it both there and shopping in one of the countries biggest, busiest stores. Could I do that? Did I have the courage and fortitude to do it? Didn't I bang on to Mum and Dad last night about what I wanted to do and how I wanted to live from now on? I turned towards my classes and started to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other and trying to make myself invisible at the same time, so presenting a timid and scared countenance to the world and, after a few not very complimentary comments had come my way I decided that this wasn't the way to achieve what I wanted. I had to show comfort and confidence in what I was doing to get away with it or I'd crumble at the first hurdle, so to speak. Shaking myself, I put my head up, shoulders back and, with as much confidence as I could muster and slapping a huge smile on my face, I metaphorically challenged the world to disparage what I was doing. It worked too! Now that I was showing that what I was doing was from choice by showing confidence, the comments were not only less, but much more complimentary too. This brought with it even more confidence and I started to enjoy my naked walk to college. I seemed to be developing a comet tail of spectators behind me and they were, apparently, supportive of what I was doing. Just before we got to our college building a girl caught up with me and introduced herself. I'd seen her around a bit but had never spoken to her before. "Hi, my name's Diana, are you nude because you want to be or are you doing some kind of dare or something, my friends back there, and I, think you're so brave doing this, for whatever reason your doing it?" "Good morning Diana, my name's Emily, and not Emm or Emmie or anything else shortened for it, just Emily, and I'm naked because I want to be; because I love how it feels to be naked in general and in the fresh air in particular." I replied. "Jeeze lady! You've got some guts. Are you planning to go into college like that as well?" "No, unfortunately I don't think the college would allow me to, and it wouldn't be good for myself or my fellow students if I did - I don't think anyone would be able to concentrate on their lessons if I did, do you?" "I guess you would be a distraction, but do you dare to try it?" "I don't think it's a question of daring - I mean if I can walk down a public street like this a classroom of my peers would be a synch wouldn't it?" I asked. "Maybe, but what a buzz if you did. Are you going to the canteen for lunch, I, we, would like to talk to you a bit more about it if you wouldn't mind?" "If you want to discuss what I'm doing in an adult manner, I'd be pleased to see you later, if you just want to take the piss then you can do it to someone else!" "No - No really, I'd love to know more about why your doing it and how it feels and to hear about how scary it is for you." "OK, I'll see you in the Refectory at 12:30 then Diana." and turned down a path toward my part of the college. "See you later then Emily, I can't wait to hear more." I stopped at the door to my building and pulled my dress over my head, buttoning up the front of it when it had fallen into place. It felt horrible! The hem of the skirt scratched at my legs with every step I took. My shoulders felt itchy where the material rested against my skin and my waist felt like it had been wrapped in chains; on the other hand though, with my dress rubbing over my, now hypersensitive, nipples (all due to my increased sexual arousal following my ride to work and walk along the street) I was reminded that I was a woman - a very sexually aware woman. On the whole though, I thought the dress was just downright uncomfortable and couldn't wait until the end of the college day to take it off again. I took a seat at my usual desk and retrieved my books from my bag and placed them upon it ready for the Computer Science lecture to start. Thom, he normally sat with me in this class and we bounced things digital off each other and generally helped each other out with the lessons, came in and sat down next to me as usual. "Morning Emily, are the stories I've been hearing about you right or is someone taking the mick out of you?" he asked. "Morning Thom, and I suppose it depends on what you've heard doesn't it." I said, knowing exactly what he was referring to, obviously, but wanting him to say for himself. "That you've been running around the streets naked on the way to college this morning of course." "Yes, I did come to college nude this morning and put my dress on before I came into class." I replied, not keen to embellish the story. "Cool!" "You mean, you're not disgusted with me?" I asked, surprised. "No, of course not, why would I be disgusted with you? I think it's cool that you have the balls to do what you want to do and bugger everyone else and their opinions of you. It's really gutsy of you and you should be proud of yourself for having that kind of courage!" he replied. I turned and hugged him, "Thank you so much for that, it's just what I needed - I was beginning to feel unsure of myself when I'd put my dress on before coming into the building, but you've replenished my courage and commitment to follow the course I've chosen for myself." Thom had surprised me - I had always thought he was a bit posh and hadn't realised how kind he could be. For the first time since getting dressed I had a smile on my face thanks to his encouragement. "Steady on Emily! People will be talking about us!" he said, pulling away from me. "Would that embarrass you Thom?" "No, but I wouldn't want you to get any sort of bad reputation by hanging with me too much." "And why would that happen?" "Because I'm Gay, like you didn't know!" "No, I didn't know, and it doesn't bother me one tiny little bit - waste of a bloody good male body to my mind - but each to their own. And just as you were supportive of me just now I'd be equally supportive of you too, although being Gay isn't as stigmatised these days as it used to be and far from the stigma one will attract wandering the streets naked, so really it's you who should be careful about hanging with me, wouldn't you say?" "No, Emily, I wouldn't - I like you and if I want to hang with you then, with your permission, I will and no-one else, or their opinions one way or another, shall sway me in that decision. I'm a big boy and I'll stand or fall on my own decisions, a little like you're doing." "Ooooh Thom, you really know how to massage a persons ego don't you! Thank you so much mate." I replied, and then we had to get started with the lecture. We were at a point in the course where we had to write simple programs, and it was something that appealed to me. You have to use a combination of imagination and logic to first see and understand the problem your faced with and then work out the paths necessary, the logical bit, to devise a solution to the problem. I found this element of the course the most stimulating and exciting, and wondered at the end of each lesson how many different ways various people approached the problem and came out with, generally, the correct answer but in such different code logic. Some methods would fall over if you elevated the problem from, say simple to complex numbers (usually because of an ill-defined variable), and highlight inadequacies within the written code. It was sufficiently engaging that the morning break seemed to arrive too soon, and we all went out for a coffee. Thom accompanied me, as usual, to the Refectory where we each grabbed a coffee and went to chat about today's task, taking a seat at an empty table. While we were chatting two girls came over near our table and one of them, clearly short on courage or commitment made evident by not addressing me directly, asked of the other, 'Is that the slut who walked naked to college this morning - I think it's disgusting and if my boyfriend had asked me to do it there's no way!' and the other answered, 'Yes that's 'er - bollock naked walking down the street she was!' Thom turned red in the face and turned to the first girl who'd spoken and said, "Would you kindly define the term Slut that you just used, so that we know exactly what you think you're saying?" "Well, just that she must be a slut, innit - walking around nude like that in front of everyone!" "Yes, we just heard you say that, but you're not answering my question are you, define the term slut - or is it too difficult a notion for your tiny little brain to comprehend?" Cor! Go Thom, mate! I thought. "Well if she's walkin' 'round like that she'll shag anything won't she! That's what I mean by slut!" "So you relate nudity with loose morals? You feel that because a person chooses to be naked then it automatically follows that they'll lay down and open their legs for anyone who asks them to? That they are likely to steal your men, or women, away from you - it couldn't possibly be simply that the person enjoys the feeling of nudity and is going sans clothing simply for their personal enjoyment?" "'Eer, Beryl, was he talkin' 'bout" she asked her friend, who shrugged her shoulders. "Are you people students at this establishment?" Thom asked. "Yeh! Why?" "Simply the fact that, with such a display of limited intelligence and vocabulary, one has to wonder if this is an appropriate college for my friend and I to be attending - no wonder, Emily, that we seem to be able to breeze through the courses we are taking here. Maybe we should look up a more academically acclaimed university to attend if this is an example of the calibre of student that they are willing to accept onto campus?" "Beryl, 'e's talking rubbish again, I don' know wot 'es saying. Come on, let's leave the slut and 'er gay-boy alone." By now I couldn't help it, I had to laugh out loud at the girls and the very simple way that Thom had not only disarmed them, but made them look ridiculous to boot with just a couple of simple sentences. Despite finding amusement in the girl's distress, I have to say that I don't think antagonising such people is the way to go - they are now likely to be much more of a problem than had I been able to deal with them in my own way, by explaining why I was nude and that I didn't pose them any threat, but now they felt cheated out of showing me up (which wouldn't have happened anyway), and now had been shown up for their own inadequacies instead. This had turned them into enemies and they would now look to deal with that in their own, probably thuggish, manner. Emily's Story Ch. 02 However thankful to him though, I said to Thom, "Thanks for feeling that you needed to and for defending me there, but I think it would have been better to allow me to deal with such attitudes; and while they needed to be shown up for what they are, narrow minded ill-educated bigots, it would have been safer and probably more productive to just explain openly and honestly what I was doing and why. I am grateful to you, and again thank you, but will you let me try to handle such things in my own way should it happen again?" "Sorry, Emily, I suppose you are exactly right, I've probably made things worse for you now haven't I? But I couldn't just sit and allow that frightened bigoted little tramp to behave in that manner towards you." "I suppose such things are going to be inevitable if I'm to continue to walk the streets naked, and maybe even worse, but I believe that honesty should be able to overcome most obstacles, and if not then a good turn of speed wouldn't go amiss!" I replied, part in jest. We finished our mid-morning break and returned to our lecture where we just got on with it. Despite the time I'd been wearing my dress now, it hadn't gotten any more comfortable and was beginning to really annoy me by the time the lecture had ended. I had a Mathematics lecture in the afternoon, so I'd intended to go once again to the Refectory for lunch, but Thom, it seemed, had other ideas. "Emily, would you like to come down to the Dog and Duck for lunch, they do a good cheap curry down there lunch-times and it would get you away from the mob in the Refectory?" he asked as we were packing up. "I was going to grab a roll and go to see if I can find a place where I can get rid of this dress, it's really feeling very uncomfortable now." "Since you walked to school this morning without it, why don't you just remove it when we get off campus and put it back on when we get back?" "Thom! You'd really go with me to the pub if I was naked?" I asked, not quite believing that he would be so willing to associate himself with me so publicly. "Yes, I told you that this morning - I said if you'd let me I'd love to hang with you. And just because I'm gay doesn't mean that I can't appreciate a thing of beauty - and you do know that you are quite beautiful don't you?" "Thom! - behave - you'll make me blush!" "I don't see why, so - are you going to join me?" "Yes, Thom, and thank you for asking me - and I'd sure like to get rid of this for an hour!" I said, pulling at the front of my dress. "Get rid of it then." "What now? I thought you said wait until we're off campus? "Emily - I said wait 'till we're off campus because you put it on this morning when you got to the campus gates, presumably not to get in trouble with the college - but if it's so uncomfortable why continue to wear it?" I could kind of see his logic, and the thought of taking off my dress once more had made me wet again, and my pelvis had tightened up already with sexual arousal at the thought of walking the streets and being in public and naked once more, along with the removal of a, by now, major irritation to my skin, namely my dress! Looking around me somewhat nervously, I didn't happen upon any of the colleges lecturers in the vicinity and so gave in to my desire and Thom's suggestion. Without breaking stride, I gave my bag to Thom and dropped my hands to the hem of my dress and simply pulled it off over my head. I felt an immediate relief from the discomfort that I'd felt all morning and I, and it felt like my skin, took a great lungful of fresh air. "Ahhh! That's better Thom, can I put this in my bag please?" I asked, referring to my sun-dress. He opened my bag and I popped it in, taking my bag from him and dropping it onto my shoulder. He looked critically at me as we continued to walk. "As I assumed - a thing of beauty you are. Does that feel better Emily?" "Yes, Thom - it does. And thank you." I said, taking his hand in mine. He took it and squeezed, intertwining his fingers with my own. "What are you thanking me for?" he asked. "For being so supportive; not being judgemental; just being you, I suppose." I replied. "You're more than welcome Emily, it's my pleasure. As I said, I'm getting something out of you being naked too, you know - you are quite beautiful and a joy to behold." I was looking around me now, and we were nearly off the campus too, at the reactions of people we encountered on our walk through the grounds. Lot's of people were pointing and drawing the attention of their friends to my situation. Some just seemed to shrug and get on with what they were doing, some watched with smiles on their faces and some turned away, either feeling nervous about looking at a naked woman walking along unconcerned with her nudity or in disgust at the same. The good bit was that no-one was actually making anything awkward out of my state of dress, for which I was hugely grateful. The few moments of fear I'd had when I first removed my dress, almost like yesterday when I'd had to throw my clothes away to go through with what I wanted to do, had passed and now I was enjoying the feeling of the sun and fresh air on my skin, while my libido's temperature was rising with each step I took towards the public street when, once again, I'd be open to the full gaze of the public and hence anyone who cared to look. I could feel my pussy lips beginning to puff up, my nipples were like bullets and my juices were just starting to flow from me down onto my aroused lips. I took a chance, when I had a little cover from being seen by the campus gate, to feel how wet I was and found that my inner labia had also escaped the folds of my pussy and was getting some fresh air too. I could have tucked them back in, I suppose, but I liked the idea of every sexual inch of me being open to other's gaze, should they care to look. I squeezed Thom's fingers between my own and said, "Thom, this is making me really horny - are you sure you're OK hanging with me while I'm naked like this?" "Yes, Emily - once again I am sure - and proud to be able to take your arm, as it were, I love your bravery, I love your looks and I love the opportunity you've afforded me to be in such close proximity to such a beautiful woman - now please, just accept that will you?" "Sorry Thom, obviously I'm a little more nervous than I expected to be and I'm so conscious of the stigma that being with me dressed like this is likely to bring to you, and yes I will just accept your attention and companionship. You are a Darling man, aren't you?" "No; I'm just a gay man who adores things of beauty." By now, we were out on the street and attracting some attention, but not as much as one might have imagined, and I walked along besides Thom with my head held high and feeling on top of the world. We went into the Dog and Duck and the temperature dropped dramatically once we were through the door and out of the sun, and my skin erupted into the inevitable goose-bumps when the skin contracts in reaction to such a temperature change. Thom took me across to the bar and on the way I heard 'Fucking hell - look at that - she's naked' and purposefully didn't react to the comment. "What would you like to drink Emily?" Thom asked. "I'll have a pint of Orange Lemonade please, and the curry that you mentioned to go with it please." and reached into my bag for my purse, taking out a ten pound note and offering it to him. "I don't want that, thank you." he said to my offer. "You can't afford to go buying me lunch, come on - let me at least pay for my own." I admonished him. He took the proffered money, for which I was thankful. A man came over to serve us and, before he did, said, "Well, it's not Fresher's Week; nor is it Rag Week, either of which might explain your state of dress, so is it a dare or have you lost a bet or something to come in here like that?" "It's neither, I just like to be naked and hope that you will accommodate me for lunch." I answered him. "Well, it takes all sorts, I suppose, and this pub gets most of them being so close to the college - OK then, but if there's any problem I'll have to ask you to leave, OK?" he replied. "Thank you." I said, holding out my hand to him, "My names Emily and I'm grateful for your understanding." "Andrew, and you're welcome. Now, what can I get you?" Thom ordered for us and we got our drinks. Our food would be brought to us when ready. I looked around and found a quiet corner of the bar to sit and went over to it with Thom in tow. Sitting down at a table, I took my glass from Thom and took a sizeable draft of the ice-cold liquid within. "Aaaah! That's better." I exclaimed, smacking my lips." "How are you feeling now Emily?" Thom asked. "Relaxed about how I'm dressed, but very aroused, if you know what I mean?" I answered him honestly as he deserved. "I don't think you'd be human if you weren't aroused in these circumstances, but you do seem to be more relaxed and I'm glad that Andrew was cool about you. He puts up with some odd things from us students I suppose, being so close to campus and surrounded by student digs as he is. But he makes a lot of money out of us too, so it's in his interest to accommodate, shall we say, student oddities!" "Are you laughing at me Thom?" I asked, smiling at him to let him know that it was OK if he was. "No, absolutely not. The opposite, in fact - I don't know why but I'm actually proud of you - and very pleased to be with you too!" A girl came over with our lunch and said, "Cool Emily, Andrew told me about you being nude and I think it's very brave of you to be in public like that - enjoy your lunch and please, come again - I'd love to have the opportunity to talk to you about it but it's too busy of a lunchtime. If you come in an evening, ask to talk to me if you would, my name's Jasmine." "Thank you Jasmine, I'll do that, and thank you for being OK about me being here like this, it's much appreciated." I replied with a smile. She leaned in to me and whispered, "I should do something about the topiary if I were going about naked like you are; I mean, if your going to show it all off, at least make a good job of it - it's a bit bushy down there, if you know what I mean!" she said, and without further ado took herself back off to her own tasks. "Thom," I said, before starting my lunch, "What do you think about my pussy; I mean, should I leave my pubic hair trimmed like it is now, let it grow or do you think it would look better if I shaved it all off?" "Stand up a minute please?" he asked in return. I duly stood and moved so that he could gain an unobstructed view of my crotch, I think the first time ever I'd had someone look so intensely and quizzically at such an intimate area of my anatomy. "May I touch?" he asked. "Yes, I suppose so, but she may be a bit, well; slippery!" I replied, referring to the copious amounts of juice I was producing. He gently parted my legs a little and pulled my trimmed pubic hair this way and that, and all the while in full view of anyone who cared to look, then sat back and looked a little longer. "I think shaved on the whole. It will be cleaner and easier to manage than having to clean off all of your excretions from your pubic hair; besides, it's beautiful, so why hide it amongst all that fluff?" I blushed at the mention of my 'excretions', as it showed how sexually aroused I was, despite my relatively calm and matter-of-fact countenance, but thanked him for his opinion. "I have heard, but I don't know how competent they are, that you can get some sort of laser device for removing unwanted body hair permanently; oh, and I wouldn't shave if I was you, waxing would be preferable to shaving as it doesn't leave those rather unglamorous side effects that shaving does." he further offered. As we finished our lunch and chatted together, I wondered how this man beside me had become so wise, in general, but also so knowledgeable about such intimate things. I'd have to ask him that one day. We finished our lunch and slowly made our way back to our next class, and talking all the while to Thom made me all but forget that I was walking the streets once again naked. Indeed, it was only when we had taken our places for our afternoon lecture did Thom, and by now I'd started noticing again the few stares and comments that I'd kind of heard but had put out of my consciousness as soon as they had been said, asked me if I was going to put my dress back on at all today. "Oh! I'd forgotten about that; do you think I should? Or should I wait and see if I can get away with being naked in class too?" I asked, quietly praying he'd say to leave it off. "Darling, your destiny is entirely in your hands in that regard; but if you really want my opinion I'd rather you stayed naked, even if you are such a wonderful distraction." he replied. "Are you sure you're gay; you do seem to know a whole hell of a lot about the female psyche, not to mention anatomy and practicalities of things that I'd never thought about before, like the issues involved with shaving one's intimate areas!" I asked. "Yes, of course I'm gay, and it's because I'm gay that I know so much about women - I mean, you can't just remove yourself sexually from the opposite sex without having some knowledge of them and why one would, therefore, prefer one's own sex, at least, that's my opinion anyway." "Well, I suppose so..." I mused I waited a few more minutes while another group of students came in and while I did so wondered what the etiquette should be about covering ones nudity in such a circumstance. I mean, should I just pull my dress on in front of everyone, or take myself off to the toilets to dress? I was contemplating this social dilemma when Mr. Rickmand came into the classroom, passed by our desk and, smiling, said, "Nice outfit there Emily, I wonder if it will catch on." I decided to stay naked! For the most part, I don't think that my chosen attire did any harm to the lesson; once people had seen me and accepted that nothing was amiss and that I had chosen to be there naked, the study period progressed just as it did normally, so I took it to be a good sign for the future. The class finished and it was time for a break before a Library session to obtain the appropriate reading materials to fill out and expand on what we'd learned during the course of the day. I got up from my desk after putting my books away and gave not a second thought to my state of undress, so relaxed had I become during the course of the long hour and thirty minute lesson, and almost automatically headed off towards the library. "Emily, can I have a word with you a moment please?" Mr. Rickmand called across the classroom. "I'll wait for you outside or do you want me to stay?" asked Thom. "Wait if you want to, but I'll be OK I'm sure." "Do you want me to go then?" "Wait a minute then please, but only because I want to thank you before you go home." I requested I went over to Mr. Rickmand's desk and stood before him, aware that now my pussy was a mere couple of feet across the desk from his direct gaze and only just beneath his eye level. "Yes Mr. Rickmand?" "Ah, Emily. I don't mind your state of dress this afternoon, in fact I find it refreshing these days that someone has the wherewithal in terms of personal fortitude to break out from the normal state of affairs and be themselves, that is always assuming that your state of dress is indeed your own choice and desire. However, I'm not the only person involved here am I, we have a room full of your peers to consider also. So, with them in mind, how do you think the afternoon's lesson might have been affected by your choice of dress?" "I did intend to dress before you arrived, and yes this is my choice and I'm not being coerced in any way, but you arrived earlier than I'd expected. When you made your comment regarding my dress, I guessed that it didn't disturb you too much so I reneged on my previous decision and stayed as I was, sorry, am. I did, in my own benign manner, consider the rest of the class as the lesson progressed and didn't feel that I was being, overtly at least, disruptive, so I remained naked. If you felt that I was disruptive, then firstly I wish that you would have said something to me before now, and secondly I apologise and will amend my dress for our future sessions." "I'm grateful that you have indeed given some thought to your fellows, and I have to say that I've taken pains this afternoon to gauge your effect on the class, and I have to agree, generally, with your conclusion. Only Mr. Stuart, whom we all know to be an imposter, in this class at best if not the whole college at worst, for his lack of effort and achievement, that showed any sign of a puerile reaction towards you, and I presume that to be because you behaved quite normally despite your state of dress that the remainder of the class took it that way too. So, on the whole, I'd be pleased to invite you to indulge in whatever course you seem to have chosen for yourself, at least in this class anyway. Clearly I can't speak for the College as a whole and you'll have to work out your other classes as you see fit." he said. I felt a little stunned, actually, that it would be that easy - I was expecting quite an admonishment from him. "Well, that's not what I was expecting, but thank you so much for your consideration. Just to be certain that I understand you correctly then, do you mean that I have your permission to attend your future classes in the nude?" "I'm sure, Emily, that that is exactly what I just said, so go-on, off with you now and, good luck to you. Don't hesitate to contact me though if you get into any sort of trouble will you, I don't know what I'll be able to do exactly but I will be happy to lend whatever support I can. Good day to you now, and you Mr. Horton." he called over to Thom. I turned away from his desk with a greatly improved spring to my step and took Thom's arm in mine and cuddled into him a little. "Steady on Emily, I may be gay but I am still a male you know - I wouldn't want to disappoint either of us by having to make a pass at you, because you do affect me that way you know!" he said, but did nothing to break my hold of his arm nor to shrug my head off his shoulder. 'I wonder if I'm turning him straight?' I thought to myself. "What did you want to talk to me about then Emily?" he asked. I stopped and turned to face him and put my hands on his shoulders, then leaned in and kissed him a sort of sisterly kiss on his lips. I leaned back and looked at him, then something changed in his eyes and I couldn't resist, I went back in for another kiss and it was anything but sisterly. As we kissed, his arms went around my waist and, slowly, his hands dropped down until they were cupping my buttocks and pulling my crotch into his, where I could feel the hardness of his erect penis while he thirstily kissed me back, exploring the inside of my lips and my teeth with his tongue. Whilst my pussy had been 'leaking' all day, to a greater or lesser degree, it was suddenly flooding and his kiss and exploring hands brought the pent up sexual emotions to a head; and as his fingers started to explore my pussy from the rear I climaxed in his hands. I had to break off the kiss as I was climaxing and took a big bite of his jacket to help me stifle my moans of pleasure as I did so. I clung on to him for dear life, if I hadn't I think my legs would have given way on me, for a few minutes until my senses returned sufficiently to allow me to make sense. Eventually, leaning back from him so that I could look into his eyes, I said, "Thom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that to you, but you were just there at the right, or should that be wrong, time I'm afraid. Please forgive me will you? I'd hate to lose your friendship, especially since you've been so supportive to me today!" Emily's Story Ch. 02 "You have nothing to be sorry for Emily, it's only natural that you should be, shall we say, overheated, today and I just happened to be in the way when it all finally flooded out - besides, I found it to be a perfectly pleasant experience that I wouldn't mind experiencing again. Are you feeling better now?" "Yes, Thom, I don't think I've ever felt better before at all, thanks to you." and once again I kissed him, this time retaining some measure of decorum by kissing his cheek! "How about you, though, Thom - I felt your erection against my stomach, can I help you with that since, presumably, it's my fault?" "Please Darling, don't be tempting me like that, I've made my choices as have you, so let's leave it like that shall we?" "OK, I just didn't want to leave it like that and it hurt you - I'm grown up enough to know all about, excuse my language, Blue Ball Syndrome - I'd be happy to relieve you if you want me to?" I offered. "Tempting as the vision is, I don't think so - I don't want to start what I can't finish." he replied and once again he kissed my cheek while placing, and me holding, his hands, safely, on my waist. "So, how are you getting home tonight?" he asked as we walked, hand in hand, away from our class and out of the campus. "I don't really know, normally I go with my friend Susan, but because I wouldn't dress before getting to college this morning she had a hissy-fit and threw me out of her car. I'll ring my cab company and get a taxi I think, that'll be the safest." "Go on then, I'll wait until it arrives to ensure you're safe." he sweetly offered. I was about to call and see if Gerry was working yet and whether he could collect me when I remembered the library. "Thom, we haven't been to the library yet, do you want to go or leave it until tomorrow?" "Ha-ha" he laughed, "So had I. Come on then, let's go." We turned and made our way to the library still hand in hand. As we arrived at the Library, Thom said, "Better put your dress on now, don't you think?" "Awww, I suppose so." I grumpily replied, happy to stay as I was. I pulled the creased object out of my bag and on over my head before we entered and, boy, did it feel awful! It made me ponder on how quickly and easily I'd slipped into being naked and unashamed of it since I first saw Gina less than 24 hours ago. And if it was that easy for me, how had I been able to withstand the preceding 19 years being dressed all the time? Now that I came to think of it I hadn't, had I? I'd been practising for this for the last 5 years at least, when the opportunity had increasingly presented itself as I grew older at home where I'd undress when alone. And, if it had been that easy for me, how many other people, both male and female, were out there who desperately wanted to do what Gina, and through her, I, had done. Anyway, we found and booked out the necessary tomes and once again made our way out to the Library Quad. I took my 'phone out of my bag and called the cab company, asking if they'd send Gerry to pick me up and take me home. "He'll be about 30 minutes or so, he's on a fare at the moment - do you want someone else to collect you?" the desk clerk asked. "No thanks, I'll wait for Gerry. Ask him to pick me up outside the college Refectory please?" "OK Emily, no problem" she replied and hung up the 'phone. "My taxi will be about 30 minutes Thom, can I treat you to a coffee at the Refectory?" I asked. "Yes, I have time to wait with you until then." he replied and took my hand, leading me away. "Thom, please, only come if you want to, I don't want to put you out." I said, retrieving my hand so that I could pull off my dress once more and shove it into my bag. "Emily, I'm your friend, I hope, and as such I can't allow you to stay here alone if your naked, and I knew you would be as soon as we'd left the Library. Besides, today in particular, it is my pleasure to accompany you; my pleasure indeed." When we entered the Refectory we found only a few people there, it being the end of the school day, and went over to the machine to get our coffee's. We took a seat and, to my surprise, no-one bothered us at all. About 25 minutes later we went out to wait for Gerry who arrived a few minutes later. I kissed Thom on the cheek and once again thanked him for all of his help during the course of the day, then climbed into my taxi with Gerry, giving Thom a final wave. "Before we go anywhere, Gerry; I need you to kiss me please." I asked, keeping my head down and refraining from looking at him. "Won't your boyfriend be a little annoyed if I did?" "He's not my boyfriend - yes, he's a boy, and also he's a friend, but he's gay and by definition not my boyfriend - whereas you, I hope, will be. So please, kiss me?" I raised my eyes to look into his deep blue orbs and saw myself reflected within. "Emily, I'd be more than happy to be your boyfriend, or at least to go out with you and get to know you better before completely committing, but be aware, I did warn you yesterday about my lack of social graces!" I didn't ask again, but leaned over and took his face between my hands and dragged him onto my own face where I did my best to suck his lips off! I've never lost the desire I had at that moment to kiss him and he always manages to make any kiss feel like it's a first. Instantly, I knew I had to have this man in my life. When, eventually, I put him back down, he said, "Wow!" "Is that all you have to say?" "No - Wow! Wow! Wow!" "Hmmm, not just a lack of social graces but a poor grasp of English!" I laughed at him and once again, kissed his cheek. "Home James, please, and spare the horses, the longer this takes the more I'll enjoy it!" He put the car in gear and I put my hand on his thigh - very close to his own personal gear stick, if you get my meaning! We verbally toyed with each other on the way home and then, when we got there, I asked him what his days off were and where he'd thought to take me. "I didn't, hadn't rather, thought to take you out anywhere - I honestly didn't think you were being serious about that - I mean gorgeous young ladies don't ask unsociable individuals like me out and mean it. But now that you have and I know your being honest and not cruelly teasing me, I'd like to take you somewhere where we can have peace to talk, to find out about each other and see what we each like about the other and don't, so I know a quiet little pub over in Llanmaes that I go to quite often. I'll check with the Landlord if you can come naked, if you were planning to of course." He turned a little red at the presumption! "If we can, and you don't mind of course, I'd love to. When?" "Wednesdays and Thursdays are my nights off as a rule, I mean, I don't have much of a social life so I may as well work, hadn't I? So, it's up to you - tomorrow night maybe?" "Your on, 8 O'clock, and don't be late - I'll be waiting for you." I paid the fare, against his insistence to the contrary, kissed him lightly on the lips and got out of the car, expecting him to drive off to his next job. Instead, he turned off the engine and walked with me once more to the door. When we got there he asked, "Are your Mum and/or Dad home?" "Yes, I expect so, or at least one or the other, why?" "I wanted to talk to them before taking you out, I want them to know who you are going out with and assure them that you'll be well looked after." "Why, Sir Galahad! I'd never thought a potential boyfriend would ask my parents permission before taking me out - I like it, but I hope you're not always such a gentleman - I may like to be just 'taken' now and then. Come on, let's go see them." and I opened the door to let us in. Mum was, as usual, in the kitchen. "Mum, this is Gerry, Dad met him last night and he's brought me home today from College. I think he has something to ask you." I said. Once again, Gerry turned very red and shook my mother's proffered hand. Maybe it was because she too was naked, which was also a bit of a surprise to me, I'd thought she'd need more encouragement, and even more of a surprise was that she didn't adversely react to Gerry's presence, given her 'situation'. "Good evening Mrs.?" "Little, Mary Little, Gerry. Nice to meet you. I suppose your Emily's taxi driver?" she greeted him. "Yes, I am it transpires. But I'm here to ask your permission to be a little more than Emily's driver, I mean I'd like to take Emily out on a date to get to know her better, if I may?" "I'll bet you would, her running around naked like she is - I'll bet that's your only reason for asking her out too!" she answered, being very sarcastic, not to mention a little rude, about it too. Gerry went bright red once more and just looked at the floor. "Mum! How could you! Don't embarrass Gerry like that - he's asking your permission to take me out because I asked him for a date, not the other way around - he's just being a gentleman about it and making sure that we have your permission - and specifically because I am 'running around naked', as you put it - him asking you is his idea and not mine, while it was me who asked him to take me out!" I crossly corrected her assumption. Now Mum looked sheepish and did apologise to Gerry. "If what Emily says is true, and I don't see any reason to believe otherwise, then I'd be happy for you to take her out - you clearly have her well-being in mind and not thinking to take advantage of a young girl. I apologise for my assumptions, but you must see what it looks like, at least on the surface?" "Yes, Mrs Little, which is exactly the reason I was so keen to introduce myself and ask you and Emily's father's permission prior to engaging in a social relationship with your daughter; and thank you. Now, what about Mr. Little?" "He's not in until 7 tonight, but don't worry about him - Emily can wrap him around her little finger and if she says it's OK then he'll have no problem with it, and I'll be happy to vouch for you." she replied. "OK, thank you again. I'd better get going Emily - I have a living to earn here! Bye Mrs. Little, I'll see you tomorrow evening and once again, thank you for your time." I walked him to the door and, before he could escape, turned him around to face me and borrowed his lips for my own personal pleasure once more! "Can't wait 'till tomorrow Gerry, good night." I said when I'd put him back down. "I'm looking forward to it more than you can know, but you'll have to be patient with me Emily - I really do suffer with a lack of social graces I'm afraid." "I don't know who ever told you that - it's not true - they lied to you, and doing what you just did is evidence of it. I've never met such a gentleman, and you're bloody gorgeous to boot. Now go, quickly, or I'll have to drag you off somewhere quiet and do unmentionable things to you!" I said, holding on tightly to his arm. Gerry smiled, looked at my hand on his arm and, turning to look at me once more, started singing, 'Please release me let me go...' I laughed and, patting his cute little bum, scooted him out of the door. I waited in the open door until he'd driven off out of sight and then closed it, leaning back on it to ponder my future before going back to the kitchen to Mum. "How have you been today Emily - I know I've been on tenterhooks all day, thinking of all the things that could befall you since you seem determined to remain unclad like normal civilised people." "Hah! Can I remind you that you just met my prospective beau and your as equally naked as I am!" Now it was Mum's turn to turn beet red! "Oh my God! I'd forgotten I was naked too - Emily - why didn't you say something - I'll never be able to look him in the eye again!" she said, sounding quite shocked and putting her hand to her face in embarrassment. "Why, Mum? - he didn't mention it or show any signs that it was out of the ordinary for you to be nude." "Well... I suppose he didn't did he. And I didn't even think about it after getting undressed when I came home at lunchtime. I think you may get me into trouble - you and your Dad!" "Oh Mum! Just relax will you - if you like being nude then just be nude; and enjoy it!" "Well, it is nice, and I'd always enjoyed being naked before, before you came along that is." "Now come on - don't put that onto me. It was you two who decided to try that social experiment, it wasn't anything to do with me! If it had been, we'd have been running around here naked for years already!" I retired to my bedroom for the next couple of hours to do some homework and go through the library books I'd acquired earlier. When I heard Dad come in I packed them away and made to go down for dinner, but as I did I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye through the window and, naturally, turned to look. Across our own and our back neighbours gardens and in the window of the house behind I could see someone with a pair of binoculars looking at me. It was a randy inquisitive teenager of the property who'd clearly been watching me through the window while I worked at my desk. He'd have had a lovely view of the whole of my right hand side, including breast and nipple, while I'd been working. 'Hope he doesn't hurt himself' I thought, with a smile, and waved to him across the void. He clearly knew he'd been rumbled as he quickly disappeared from the window! I didn't mind him looking, I mean, it's only to be expected isn't it, and there was a plus side to it - I'd not have to worry about those windows when I was in our back garden anyway. Speaking of which, I'd now be able to get a wicked all over tan now wouldn't I! I opened the bedroom door to go down for dinner only to bump into Dad going to his bedroom. "Dinner will be ready in a moment Darling, I'm just going to make myself comfortable and you can tell me all about your taxi driver over dinner." he said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Hi Daddy, have you had a good day?" I asked, giving him a little cuddle. "Yes, thank you. But I wish I'd been home earlier so that I could get out of these damned things!" he said, pulling at his shirt. "Yes, I think you should too - you look much nicer without them, even if you do think your a natty dresser!" I laughed. "I think you look nicer anyway." Dad patted my bum and went into his bedroom to get undressed, and for the first time in my life, when I knew he was going to disrobe, I followed him in and sat on the bed to wait for him, and to tell him about Gerry. "Do you mind Emily, I want to get changed." he said. "Changed into what Dad?" "Well, nothing now, of course." "So what difference does it make my being here while you do?" "Ahh; hadn't quite thought of that - force of habit I suppose." he replied, unbuttoning his shirt. We went down together to find Mum dishing out dinner for us all. "You two look good together like that. Dennis, we've been so fortunate haven't we?" Mum said. "Yes, we have - we're very fortunate to have the daughter we've always dreamed of, and now that she's freed us of our clothing once more I don't think we could improve our fortune further Darling." he replied and went over and kissed her cheek, while sneakily holding another of her cheeks, if you know what I mean! We talked over dinner about our various days experiences, well, I did most of the talking I suppose as I'd had a day so different from any of the others gone before while theirs was pretty much the same as any other day until they came home. "Darling, I wish you'd be more careful about where and with whom you get undressed - you know how much your Mother worries, and me of course." Dad said. "Dad, I've been perfectly safe all day; Thom has been looking after me and Gerry brought me home, so there's nothing for you to worry about, is there." I assured them both. "Now can we just accept that I will go where I want to go dressed as I want to be dressed, if at all?" "So you said, and you are over 18 so there's nothing we can do about it really, but none of that will stop us worrying about you." Dad said. "Anyway, that all aside, I joined the CCBN today on a family membership so that we can go to the swimming session on a Sunday night at Chepstow Leisure Centre. Do you want to come with us to that?" "Umm, excuse me." Mum said, "We didn't talk about that did we? Don't I get a say in this?" "I suppose you do, but I was looking it up on the internet in work and I just did it thinking it would be something we could do as a family, and we did go there a few times before, remember?" "Yes, of course I remember, but I thought you might have discussed it with me first." Mum replied, sounding a little indignant. "Look, Mother, we've wasted too much time as it is to be hanging around and just talking about these things - it's time we grasped the nettle and got on with it. Emily has given us the opportunity to renew a pleasure we used to share, so I'm not hanging about with niceties about it - it's time to stop dithering and put things into action, so there it is, I've done it now. You'll come wont you Emily?" "Dad, thanks, I wouldn't miss it for the world! God, fancy that, being allowed to swim naked in a public pool!" I said. We spent the rest of the night chatting, except for when I rang Susan to find out if she'd calmed down any and whether she was going to collect me for college tomorrow. To cut a long story short, she wasn't if I was going to insist on travelling naked again, so I said I'd make my own way. I rang Gerry's taxi company, but he didn't start work until 11:00, but that they would send another driver for me. They asked if I would like a woman driver due to my proclivity to not wear any clothing! I said that would be fine, but I didn't mind if it was a male driver and that I didn't have a preference either way. I went to bed and found that sleep was hard coming, I was thinking of when and where I'd been naked today and getting very wet about it all, and of Gerry and our forthcoming date and fantasising about what it would be like; I ended up letting my fingers do a little talking, if you get what I mean, and had a lovely orgasm that sent me to sleep when I dreamed beautiful dreams. Emily's Story Ch. 03 This series involves reluctance, BDSM, lesbian, and group sex. The series will focus mostly on the story sometimes with little sex. If you are not a fan of these types of stories please do not read any further. It is based on no person or actual place, all names or places are not real and coincidental if they resemble anyone or place. ***** I woke up sometime in the afternoon, Carrie was still in the bed with me and she was obviously still asleep. Looking around the room I saw the bathroom that I slightly remember from earlier, it had two shower heads in a larger than average tub and fairly big. The light from the bathroom was still on and even though the door was cracked the room was still fairly dark. I could make out that there were several large closets, chairs, and a large sofa. The bed itself was rather large for what I was used to. I have been sleeping in my car so any bed is good compared to that. I guessed it was queen size and these sheets, were they satin? I never had satin sheets before but if this is what they are like, I am officially hooked. Next to the bed was a side table with a digital clock that was blinking 12:00 . The lone set of windows had a heavy fabric covering them, but I could tell it was still day as light was barely visible around the edges. Carrie stirred as I sat upright and she looked up at me with big brown eyes. "Are you feeling better now Emily?" "Yes, but I'm a little hungry." I realized that my stomach was killing me. "I can go get us something to eat and be back in a little bit." She said as she smiled and sat up again. She had slept naked with me and I found myself looking at her as she turned the light on the nightstand on and exited the room. It kind of caught me off guard that she would leave naked but what should I expect from a girl at a place like this. I got up out of bed and went to the bathroom. What was I going to do? I vaguely remember telling Mr. Furgenson that I was going to fuck him later so I could get this job. But I said that so I wouldn't get raped and possibly thrown out in the middle of no where. Did it make sense to me that he would even allow me to stay after that? A bell rang that was above my door as I exited the bathroom. I was wondering what that was when I saw my clothes on a luxurious chair. How pitiful, all I had was a spaghetti strap top, a short skirt, my black thong, my socks, and sneakers that I wore into the place several hours ago. I didn't even have a bra because they were all in my car when it was stolen. I didn't bother getting dressed it was rather comfortable compared to what the heat must have been outside. I opened the closets to disappointment when I saw that they were all empty. Going back to the bed I pulled the covers up and thought about my situation some more. I have no money and this place is a whore house instead of a strip joint like I thought it was. I had convinced myself I could be a stripper when I was walking here, could I convince myself I was a prostitute? I had never had any reservations about sex before. I had slept with men and stolen money from their wallets in the last year. Was this any different? I had used the men for both pleasure and money, the idea of them paying willingly isn't that much of a difference. My mind drifted to the last time I had sex, it had been three weeks ago, and a man hit on me at a gas station and invited me out to dinner. I figured it was a free meal and showered and changed at a truck stop before meeting him. He had been a hunk, but the tan line on his finger told me he was lying when he told me he was available. I closed my eyes and my hand strayed towards my breast, my nipple was hard and the sheets felt like heaven against it. He brought me back to his hotel after dinner, and we were naked and sweaty in no time. I usually don't spend the night, but this man made me feel safe and I hadn't slept in a bed in a while. In the morning I was up and gone with his wallet by 5 am. I used his credit card once to fill up my gas tank around the corner from the hotel, took the cash out, and slipped it into the car that we went out in last night. I tried to convince myself that there really wasn't a difference with what I did there and being a prostitute. Carrie came back into the room with some eggs, toast, and juice. "It's a little past 1 pm but I figured you would want breakfast." She said as she set the plate down on a table in the corner. I pushed the covers off myself and went to eat as she went over to the nightstand and set the clock to a couple of minutes after 1. She came back to the table and sat next to me. We were both still naked and I didn't care that Carrie was looking me over. My long black hair was a mess, and my green eyes were still red and sore from being outside in the desert all morning. I caught her looking at my 36C breasts but she didn't care that I saw her looking there and then down to my shaved pussy. "I talked to Mr. Furgenson," she continued, "he wants me to make sure you are ready for him within the hour, go over how this place works, and then ready for customers tonight." I looked at her briefly before lowering my eyes back to my plate. "I don't know if I can do this." I think Carrie could tell I didn't know this was a brothel when I 'applied'. "Listen," she said, "why don't I tell you how this place works and then you can decide what you want to do." I nodded and she continued, "The girls that work here do it because they want to. Some were desperate when they showed up, just like you, but they have grown to love their job. Many girls stay here a short time make some money and leave, others stay until they can't work anymore. You would not believe how many Johns come here that want a mature motherly figure." I gagged a little bit, "Gross! That is just... ugh." I shook my head and Carrie laughed at me. "What happens is when that bell rings like you just heard, a customer has entered the building and wants to see some available girls." She pointed to the bell that I had noticed earlier that was more like a modern door bell than an actual bell. "Sometimes they ask if a certain girl is available and then you will be called in your room if you don't already have a customer already, or if you don't feel up to it right away you can tell them when you are available next. The one thing though, is that this place is strictly anonymous. You call all the men Johns and all the female customers Janes. So if someone requests you, even if it's a regular, you won't know until you go meet them out front." I looked at her a little funny thinking girls come to use prostitutes? She saw my questioning face, "have you ever had sex with a girl? Most of the time they come here with their Johns and want a threesome, or the John wants us to fool around with the Jane, or Janes want to watch us with their man, we rarely get single girls." "Well..." I said noticing how she always seemed to refer to men and women as Johns and Janes even though it was confusing. "I have kinda... fooled around with some friends before and... kinda liked it." I said timidly as her face lighted up. Changing the subject, "Well how do they pay if it is anonymous, I would think it's dangerous to carry a lot of cash to a place like this in the middle of no where?" Carrie was looking me over with obvious want in her eyes. "Mr. Furgenson handles all payment. Sometimes they bring cash, but mostly credit. As they enter they tell the doorman what they are paying with. If it is credit they give their card to Mr. Furgenson right away, if it is cash, they have to pay $50 to get in. The bar is available at no charge to anyone, but the Johns have a strict two beer or one hard drink limit unless they pay a girl to spend the night with him." "So how much do girls get paid?" I asked. "That is the best part!" Carrie giggled and thought of what to say next. "Well once a John, or a Jane, chooses you they will either talk with you in the lounge to find out what you would do and for how much, or go back to your room to ask the same. When they do that, you know that they will pretty much pay anything to have you. Then you negotiate a price and..." Carrie paused in mid thought, "have you ever had anal sex?" I was moderately stunned that she asked the way she did but realizing that the place I am in is a brothel, I figured it would be common place around here to talk about sex openly. "No, I always thought it would hurt too much and I never tried." "Well the one John that comes here often will pay 2500 bucks to spend the night with you if he is the first to ever do anal on you." Seeing the fright in my eyes at the mention of anal she added, "that is if you ever want to try anal, he is the one you want to do it with, he is really sweet and makes it so, so good." Carrie closed her eyes and shook a little as if remembering a pleasant feeling. "Anyways, when you get a price you call the office on that phone and tell Mr. Furgenson how long and how much. Then afterwards you will be buzzed when the time is up if John is still there. Sometimes they ask you to stay longer and you can tell them it would be at a higher rate if you want. As for how much you get, Mr. Furgenson keeps really good track of what you charge. Every Monday he pays us what we make minus rent. If we live here like about half the girls do, then it is 500 a week, otherwise it is 350 a week for the right to reserve your room. Mr. Furgenson also makes 50 for everyone to enter, and then 10 percent of what you charge." "How many girls are there? What else is there to do other then sex?" I had a ton of questions most of which I didn't know how to ask. "There are about 40 girls at most, and 15-25 live here at a time." Quick math in my head told me that Mr. Furgenson could make at least 16,000 a week from rent alone and who knew how many men came in here. I caught Carrie in mid sentence after doing the math. "Down the hall and around the corner, there is a TV, sofa's, a large kitchen that gets stocked by Mr. Furgenson. Pretty much a lot of the girls that live here spend their time there when they aren't working or just hanging out. Unless we go on shopping trips those are always fun!" It was getting easier to convince myself that I could do this as Carrie talked, I could only work here a couple weeks and be out of here in no time with a lot of cash. "Here take this." Carrie said as she came out of the bathroom, I hadn't even realized she had gotten up. "It's a birth control pill, we don't use condoms unless John wants to." I was shocked. Thank God I had already been on birth control getting it from clinics for free. I took it and looked back at her worried. "Oh, I forgot, all Johns have to bring a blood test from the last couple months with them when they visit. Mr. Furgenson keeps track of the regulars and lets them know when they need one. We also have to get them every month." I was a little relieved but still worried some. I had finished my meal and Carrie suggested that we should get me fixed up for Mr. Furgenson. I got dressed without my thong (Carrie's idea) and brushed my hair with a brush we found in the bathroom. At least this time I looked presentable unlike this morning. She told me what to expect. Him just doing me doggie style maybe have me ride him a little bit until he cummed in my mouth. Simple enough I thought. "It is about 10 minutes before he shows up," Carrie said, "he doesn't like it when the girl isn't ready, I wasn't when it was me, who could be, he is so disgusting." We laughed together some, well let me say that she laughed like it was funny, I laughed nervously. "Well Emily... um... want me to help get you ready?" I never gave Carrie much of a look over until she said that. She was blonde shoulder length hair, brown eyes, and about 5'3". I really didn't realize that I seemed to tower over her at my 5'7". Her tits were obviously fake and pushing double D's. Her pussy was also shaven and her ass was slim like mine. Seeing me hesitate Carrie stepped forward wrapped her arms around me and kissed. The flash of my kiss to her earlier this morning in the shower flashed through my mind as her tongue touched my lips softly. I finally reacted and kissed her back. My arms wrapped behind her and pulled her into me. She licked at my lips again and this time I let my tongue touch hers briefly. I was getting more turned on by the second, her hands drifted to my ass as she squeezed it gently. One of my hands reached up and pulled her face into me as our make out got a little rougher in an instant. One of Carrie's hands on my ass was sliding around front and I spread my legs a little so she could touch my clit, as she drifted her hand below my skirt she only rubbed my thigh. I tilted my head back and moaned, my clit was throbbing and in want, as she kissed my neck. I couldn't believe how good this felt. She bent her head down and started to kiss the top of my cleavage, her hand again drifted up my skirt and towards my pussy and made a brief contact as my knees shuttered and she again pulled away. I could feel my pussy getting so wet, I needed it touched I needed to cum hard. I pulled her hair back and her head away from my chest as I savagely kissed her again. The first and only time I was with a girl it was awkward but good, but this was just pure lust, I needed sex now. She started pushing me back towards the bed and had me lay on my back. She spread my legs and my skirt rose and bunched around my waist, I closed my eyes and moaned again as she sat between my legs and rubbed my thighs. "God look at that nice wet pussy, I just might have to lick it." Carrie said. I opened my emerald green eyes and stared into hers groaning, "please, please, I need it so bad." Carrie smiled at me as she bent forward and licked my pussy slowly from the bottom and gave my clit a flick with the tip of her tongue as she squeezed my thighs harder. She repeated it once more and then I moaned when she moved her mouth away and kissed my thighs. She lightly slapped my clit with her hand and I gasped at the pleasure. "mmmm, yes, do that again." I said. I loved getting my clit slapped. She did it a couple more times and then went to town licking my clit. A finger entered my pussy and touched my g spot. I arched my back and moaned and she stopped. I glared down at her and saw that she was looking at the door. As I looked over I realized Mr. Furgenson was standing there his cock in hand stroking it to hardness. I looked down at his 4" cock again, I didn't care I needed something in me. "Get over here and fuck me!" I growled as I turned over and shook my ass at him. It was probably the fastest he moved in years as he got behind me and rubbed his dick into my pussy and pushed in. I was so wet he didn't have any trouble and even though it wasn't long, at least it was just wide enough that it felt good going in and out. What a transformation I had just gone through. I went from almost being rapped by this man in the morning to wanting him to fuck me hard. Carrie had gotten up and laid in front of me as Mr. Furgenson started to pound his dick into me. I bent my head down and licked Carrie just as slowly and teased her as she had just done to me. She grabbed my hair and held me into her pussy as I started to lick her clit harder. Mr. Furgenson couldn't take it anymore and I felt his cum gush into my pussy. Carrie moaned when she saw his O face and as he pulled out she squirmed around so she took his dick into her mouth as soon as it was out of me. He jumped a little but smiled. Carrie sucked our juices off of him as I stayed still on my knees with my ass in the air. After a few sucks on his dick, Carrie turned back to me and licked his seed as it dripped out. She touched my clit once with her tongue and I was so turned on that I orgasmed on the spot. I collapsed to the bed and Carrie crawled up and kissed me on the mouth as she looked back at Mr. Furgenson. "Get that slut ready for tonight she's going to make me a lot of money." Mr. Furgenson turned to leave. "I didn't think that cunt could work here, I thought the twat only liked girls at first." He turned and left laughing down the hall. I teared up again as Carrie tried to comfort me, "He is crude, but if any customer is like that let him know 'cause he doesn't stand for it." It made me feel better a little and Carrie and I went to the bathroom to shower after a few minutes. We really didn't talk much or even touch each other in there other than the occasional bumping into each other followed by an awkward giggle. The silence was broken when Carrie spoke as we turned the shower off, "If you are nervous about tonight, I can stick with you at first." I smiled and laughed to myself how could I not be uncomfortable. Carrie continued, "oh, um... I forgot to mention, ah... Mr. Furgenson is going to charge you tonight for your first week." My thoughts of a quiet night vanished as to how I now had to make 500 dollars in addition to the 50 dollars and 10 percent he took out of every customer. Emily's Story Ch. 03 Once again, the day dawned, or at least I opened my eyes to, a glorious sunny day which instantly put a huge smile on my face! I stretched like a languid kitten and enjoyed the feeling of, for once at least, not waking and jumping out of bed to the drudgery of choosing and then donning a set of clothes. I stared out the window at the tree and listened to the birds singing away, calling their mates and marking their territory. Behind the tree, with some parts hidden by it's spreading branches, stood the house with the inquisitive teen that I'd encountered yesterday evening. I decided to play a little, feeling a little wicked, and got out of bed and went to the window, picking up a hair brush on the way. Looking across our gardens, I couldn't be sure today that the boy would once again be spying on me because his side of the house was in shade while mine was emblazoned by the rising sun. I took it that he probably was, we're all creatures of habit after all and I knew he'd be up for school due to his age unless his sixth form classmates had arranged something else for the day. I made my way to the window and stood before it, the window sill coming just above my knees (it was an old Edwardian house with long windows, almost floor to ceiling) and stretched again, then began to brush my hair while looking out over the garden. Using both hands, one on the brush and the other following it down over my hair to smooth it, I'd opened up the whole front of my body to his gaze. The thought of him standing in his own room with his binoculars glaring down upon my unadorned body was turning me on, and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter. After a few minutes, I couldn't keep it up any more without touching myself. I stopped brushing my head hair and instead swapped to brush my trimmed bush instead, brushing from bottom to top of my pubic region. The brush did the final deed and I had to turn and resume my place on the bed where I masturbated to the thought of him (whoever 'he' was) doing the same with an image of me in his mind. I dragged my fingernail over my lips from bottom to top, where my nail caught the tip of my now extended clitoris. I flicked it and it made me jump in pleasure, and I rubbed it with my finger while my other hand moved through the trimmed hair of my pubis, up over my hips, over the flatness of my stomach and on to my lower breasts, where I followed the curve of each breast in turn until, one hand busy on my pussy and the other busy with my breasts and nipples I reached a wonderful, rippling orgasm that rolled over and over me for at least 3 minutes while my fingers were still busy with my lips and clitoris. It was the sort of orgasm that almost immediately sent you to sleep had it been evening, but I could afford no such pleasure and had to rise again to take my normal morning shower. I went across the landing to the shower and found Dad had beaten me to it, damn it! "Good morning Dad, is it nice in there?" I said as I entered the bathroom. "Emily, I'm in the shower here - do you mind?" "I can see that Dad, which is just where I was going, are you going to be long and if so, is there enough room in there for me too do you think?" "Emily!" he said, partly in shock and partly surprised at how forward I was being with him. "Dad, if we're all going swimming on Sunday together, will we use one changing room or will we split up into male/female rooms?" "What's that got to do with anything?" "Never mind that silly, just answer the question will you?" "When we used to go there, or any other naturist venue come to that, we'd all use one or the other, so there were men and women in both changing rooms; but I still don't see the relevance of the question." "We'd both be in the same shower then, won't we? So what difference?" I asked. "Well, none I suppose, but it'll be a little close in here with two of us won't it?" "Cosy, Daddy, Cosy. Now move up a little!" I said, opening the cubicle door and stepping in with him. I did my hair and all the other necessaries while he shaved and when I'd done I said, "Turn around Daddy, I'll do your back for you." and pulled at his arm to turn him. I took a big splodge of his shower gel in my hand and started to wash his back, starting at the shoulders. I'd never realised it before, but for a man of just over 40 years of age he was surprisingly hard and muscley. Washing him like this was turning me on and I was enjoying the feel of his body under my hands. I moved down his back and washed all around his waist, then because I'd been enjoying the feel of him under my hands and the sight of him and his nice firm buns under my gaze, I chanced my arm a little and moved on down to his buttocks, massaging each lovely round orb with the gel and noticed he was breathing harder and he'd leaned against the shower stall wall, his head resting on it. "Emily - I think you'd better stop that now before all this goes too far, don't you?" I stopped massaging his body and turned him around to be confronted by what I'd by now expected, a raging hard-on! "That looks like it needs taking care of Daddy, do you mind if I do?" and, without waiting for an answer, I wrapped my hands around it, and yes it did need both of mine to cover it from root to tip! "Emily - as much as I'd like to say yes, this is wrong Darling, you're my daughter and we shouldn't even be in the same shower together really, let alone you doing this. We have to stop!" "It's not doing any harm Daddy, let me relieve you, you'll feel much better for it afterwards - you can't go all day without doing something for him can you?" I asked, rhetorically. He just put his head back and allowed me to continue. I rubbed the palm of my hand gently over the tip of his penis, making use of of his pre-cum lubrication to smooth the path of my hand while with the other I pushed his foreskin back and forth along his rigid shaft. I used the tip of my finger to explore his hole while I continued to masturbate him. I leaned my head against his chest while enjoying the sight and feel of his body beneath me. After a few moments I tipped my head back, looking up at him with his eyes closed, enjoying, apparently, my ministrations. I reached up and kissed him softly on his lips. "I love you Daddy!" I said, and he gripped me around the waist and kissed me back hard, while I continued to massage his lovely cock with my hands. I didn't resist and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on mine and his tongue exploring inside my mouth, and I had to concentrate hard to keep up the rhythm of my hands on his cock. After only a few seconds I felt him tense up and then his cock exploded in my hand. I continued to pump him while his sperm ejaculated all over my stomach and was washed away by the water from the shower. When he'd come down from his orgasm, still with his arms around my waist and my hands cupping his testicles, he kissed me gently and said, "Emily - this is so wrong - you're my daughter and we shouldn't be doing this love." "Shut up and enjoy it Daddy, this isn't incest is it - I've only given you a massage after all!" "Maybe not - at least not yet - but it's still wrong isn't it." "So is war, but the human race seems destined, one way or another, to do it's best to exterminate itself - this is nothing in comparison, so let's just enjoy it while we can shall we? Now come on, my turn, wash my back for me will you Daddy?" "You're incorrigible you naughty little minx, turn around then." I turned and he gently washed my back, paying particular attention to the area around my waist and under my arms, teasing the sides of my breasts as he stroked my skin with his expert hands, until I took them in mine and brought them around me, placing them on my breasts. His hands stopped moving for a moment and then I encouraged him to massage my breasts. He didn't seem to need any further prompting and started to tweak my nipples, which were hard and extended and had been digging into the palms of his hands when I'd pressed them against me. He moved one hand down over my stomach, down below my hips and then he touched the top of my pussy where my clitoris was standing to attention, forcing itself out from beneath its hood and waiting expectantly for his attention. As soon as he touched me there I tensed up. He stopped moving and I turned my head towards him and managed to reach his lips for another kiss. "Keep going Daddy, please don't stop now!" I breathed into his mouth. He rubbed his finger around the nub of my clitoris and moved his other hand to stroke my swollen labia, teasing out my inner lips until finally entering me with his fingers. Now I could feel his cock, once again hard and digging into my buttocks and back it was so long! It felt deliciously warm against me and I couldn't resist his or my resolve not to take this to the ultimate level and needed to feel him buried deep inside me. I stood up on tip-toe, arched my back and tried to get his engorged cock into my pussy, but couldn't quite manage it without his help as he was too tall and his erection was between us, pointing to the ceiling. "Put it inside me Daddy - please!" I begged him. "It's not right Emily - however much I'd like to - it's not right." I wasn't in the mood for such niceties right now and reached around behind me, grabbed his cock and pulled it down so that I could now back onto it and I impaled myself on his hardness. God it felt sooooo good! I stayed still for a few moments, enjoying the way his hot and pulsing member was filling every inch of me and, most delicious of all, at this angle was pressing gorgeously against my G Spot. I moved back and forth along its length, all resistance by him now a thing of the past, and in a few minutes I was coming on him, squirting my orgasm down the length of his shaft and pressing myself onto him afraid to loose the feeling of his penis deep inside me. As I pushed back, his cock started to jerk again with the convulsions of yet another ejaculation of hot sperm. I was so surprised that he could come twice in such quick succession, but didn't complain, instead moving slowly on him as we enjoyed our joint orgasm. When we'd recovered, I pulled off him and once again turned to him. I looked right into his eyes and said, "Daddy, I do love you you know - and don't be guilty about this - it's only society that says it's wrong - and I'm sure we both enjoyed what we've done - so please, for me, be happy for us? I know I am for sure." While he was looking down at me I took another slug of his shower gel and proceeded to wash his manhood so that it was clean and fresh for another long day. He reciprocated and washed my sex too while we continued to stare into each others eyes. We turned off the shower, towelled ourselves dry and applied the necessary toiletries, then I took him by the hand and we went downstairs to Mum. I let go of Dad and went over to hug my Mum. I kissed her too, and not really a mother/daughter kiss but stopping short of being sexual, and said, "'Morning Mum. I love you!" With a surprised look on her face she responded, "And I love you too Darling, and good morning to you both." "I'm glad to see your in proper uniform this morning, did you tell Dad about Gerry coming to see you last night and that you were naked when he came?" "Yes, she did," Dad answered for her, "and I was so proud of her that she didn't run off to get dressed!" "It wasn't a conscious thing to stay naked with him, I'd just forgotten that I was nude, that's all." she said in her, to her mind, defence, while clearly Dad and I were proud of her for not dressing in front of a stranger. "Emily, she can say that all she likes, but I know better, after all, I enjoyed the benefits of her increased libido afterwards, so she clearly enjoyed being naked in front of him!" Dad offered. "Dennis - that's supposed to be private!" she blushed. "I think, Mary, that as far as Emily is concerned such privacy is no longer important, and we should share our love for each other with her, don't you?" "Well if you say so Dennis, I suppose. Things have changed so much around here over the last few days I'm having trouble keeping up!" she said, the blush in her cheeks and breast receding and a smile playing at her lips. She moved over to Dad and gave him a hug, putting her hands around his waist and onto his pretty little butt-cheeks, giving them a playful squeeze. I went over to join in and make it a group hug, squeezed one of Dad's cheeks and one of Mum's (she jumped a little when I did but didn't stop me, so I edged my fingers closer to her pussy lips and still she didn't object, but instead pressed back against my hand a little) and said, "I think I like my new family Mum, Dad." and kissed each of them in turn. "As enjoyable as this is, you two, we need to get on don't we. Breakfast is ready and we've all got things to do today, so come on!" she said, patting our bums and squeezing us to her. We jabbered on about all sorts of things while we ate and I took a chance and asked Mum if she'd be getting dressed today. She said she had to go to the local shop, just in the next street, for some milk, but otherwise hadn't thought to. I encouraged her to go naked to the shop but she just blushed and said she couldn't possibly do that. I felt a lack of commitment in that statement, so I'd have to explore that again later! All too soon, it was time for my taxi. I heard the horn outside and asked Mum if she'd grab my bag from my room while I brushed my hair in the lounge and kissed Daddy goodbye for the day, and being in a really naughty mood stroked his dick as I did, saying 'Love you Daddy', and met her at the front door. I pulled the proffered dress through the handle of my bag, slung the ensemble over my shoulder and opened the door. I pulled Mum to me, kissed her cheek, "Love you Mum, see you later." and left her standing naked in the doorway while I walked down the path to the waiting car. As I got in I looked back at my front door fully expecting Mum to have closed it and gone back to her chores, but to my huge joy she was still standing in the doorway, in full view of me and the taxi driver, and she waved at me. I waved back and closed the door, then we were off for another day. I wondered what else it would have in store for me - 'cause I thought it had had enough in it for one day already! "Where am I taking you Emily?" the driver asked, and I turned to look at her. "Barry College please" I said, and put my bag on the floor between my feet and pulled the safety belt on, placing it comfortably between my breasts. "I was told I'd be picking a naked girl this morning, I thought they were pulling my leg, and said about Gerry being her personal driver this week! Why are you naked anyway, and do you go to college like that, I see you have a dress with you, do you intend to wear it? Answering each of the three questions in turn I said, "I'm naked because I love to be naked; I may or may not, depending on how I feel about it; and I don't know yet. I think that answers them all doesn't it?" "Yes, I suppose it does. Not much filling in there though is there. And I'm Eryl by the way, pleased to meet you." she replied. "And I'm Emily; Hi." My attention moved back now to what I'd done this morning with Daddy. Deep down, I knew it was supposed to be wrong, but at the time it just seemed to me to be the most natural thing to do. I hadn't intended it when I got in the shower with him, but it just happened and I didn't do anything to stop it. The taboo about incest, to be absolutely exact about it, was all to do with procreation - having offspring - which stand a big chance of being abnormal. But there wasn't any chance of that happening; I'm on the Pill, even though I don't have a regular boyfriend. The rest was just sex wasn't it? Yes. The rest was just sex. It may or may not happen again, but I wouldn't mind at all if it did - I'd enjoyed it while it was happening and felt no guilt about it, even though it was taking up my attention at that moment. No, I wasn't going to worry about it - but I also wouldn't stop it happening again, should the occasion 'arise', as it were. I settled back into the seat with a sigh of satisfaction and felt very comfortable with about life for once. "Don't you get worried about being molested going about like that?" The question burst into my musings and, almost without thinking and while looking out of the window at the world going by, I replied, "No, I'm not worried - I'm just enjoying the feeling of freedom that I've been experiencing instead." "So... what about other people being naked, do you mind that?" She had my attention now I suppose. "No, I wouldn't mind that at all, why, do you want to strip off now too?" "I'd never given it a thought before now, but I don't think I could do it - I'm way too nervous and body conscious to do that." "Your loss I suppose. You don't know what your missing 'till you've tried it do you." I rhetorically replied. "So you wouldn't be bothered if I stripped then; despite how gruesome a sight I'd be?" "That's only your opinion - I don't think you're gruesome, I think your quite pretty actually, and no of course I wouldn't be bothered." She was quiet for a while and I mused further on the day ahead. I was looking forward to seeing Gerry again, and this time in a social sense. I wanted to get to know him more, and hoped to get my hands on him a bit more to! I mean, it's not often you come across a body like that and one shouldn't let it get away; but aside from the looks, he'd turned out to be a much rarer creature in this day and age. He was a gentleman, and I think that was his biggest appeal, bigger even than an adorable body! I realised that I had a huge smile on my face, thinking about him, and I let out a little sigh of satisfaction. The car stopped and I absent-mindedly offered Eryl my fare, but she'd taken off her seat belt and was opening the door. I realised then that we'd stopped at a lay-by about half way to college. Intrigued, I just sat and watched. She got out of the car and took off her blouse and skirt, throwing them into the back of the car, then quickly dropped her knickers and threw them in too before alighting once more, where she then removed her bra and put that in back too. "You didn't have to do that for me Eryl, you don't have anything to prove you know." I said, and knew I wasn't being supportive like Gina had been with me, but I had too much on my mind for myself today, what with this morning and Daddy to cope with and looking forward to tonight's date with Gerry to contemplate. "I didn't do it for you; you've intrigued me and I wanted to experience it for myself, since you said you didn't mind me stripping too." She now had my full attention, even if I did have to force my other thoughts from my mind for a while, so I asked, "And how does it feel?" "Weird, actually; frightening, exhilarating, stimulating - wow! I can't believe I'm sitting in my car in broad daylight completely naked. God - I feel so nervous! "What type of good nervous, frightened nervous? Just good? sexy?" I asked, knowing the answer already. "Yes, yes, yes and very yes!" she answered with a big smile on her face. "I'm glad that you feel that way, enjoy it while it lasts, because you'll have to get dressed again in a few minutes when you drop me off at the college, that is if we can get back on the road, that is!" I joked back at her. Eryl laughed, apologised and started the engine, pulling quickly back into the flow of traffic that seemed oblivious of our nakedness. Now I was able to take in her body properly. She was taller than she seemed to be while sitting in the car, about 5 feet 10 inches tall, about my height, fuller breasts, 36D I guessed, which drooped more than mine but still looked firm and hung nicely on her chest. She had a slim waist, wide hips with no fat on her tummy, or anywhere else actually, and she had a shaved pussy, which drew my gaze and attention. Emily's Story Ch. 03 "Can I ask a very personal question Eryl?" I asked. "I suppose things don't get much more personal than this, so I suppose yes, you can." "How long have you kept your pussy bald for, and how does it feel?" "I've shaved her for about 18 months I suppose, and I find it much cooler. It's cleaner too, and when my boyfriend gets to work on it it's much more exciting. We both love it when it's smooth, and when he kisses me down there it's so much more sensitive. He says he'd never go back to a bushy puss after experiencing my smooth one. The only thing I don't like is when, sometimes, after I've shaved I get little spots around my pubis that are quite red and don't look good at all." "Thank you for being so explicit, I was wondering whether to finish off and get rid of my landing strip as well as around my pussy." "I can see pro's and con's to both options, if you don't mind my saying. From a purely visual perspective, your landing strip draws the eye's attention to your pussy more than completely bald would, but that depends on whether you want to draw attention to her or not, but not having any hair at all is just so much more practical and, like I said, by boyfriend wouldn't go back to a hirsute pussy again." she offered her opinion. "Do you know Gerry very well?" I asked, apparently changing the subject. "Not very well; I don't think anyone knows him very well - he always keeps himself to himself and doesn't ever talk much, nor does he ever attend any of our work parties or organised nights out. We all only ever see him in work, and that's more hear than see as we, by nature of the job, work alone. The only time we do see him is at the ranks and even then he doesn't mix much with us. We've always considered him a bit of a loner." "Hmmmm, you wouldn't know his preference then would you. Damn, I was hoping to have some inside information about him so that I could surprise him tonight when he takes me out on a date." "Gerry's taking you out on a date?" she asked, clearly surprised at the notion of Gerry taking anyone out socially. Maybe he was being more truthful than I'd given him credit for! "Yes, but I have to admit that I had to ask him out. But he is a gentleman, he wouldn't agree to take me out without first asking my parent's permission to do so. I didn't think people like that existed any more." I said. "Good luck then, maybe you can tease him out of his shell a bit!" "I think, from what you've said, that maybe I already have - if only a little. What a challenge for me!" I replied. By now, we were nearing the college and I was looking out for Thom. I finally saw him across the road from us and I asked Eryl to drop me off where we were. She stopped the car and I paid the fare. "Don't forget that you need to get dressed before you pick up your next fare Eryl, unless your planning to be, probably, the world's first naked cab driver!" I said. "That would be something wouldn't it! And, thank you Emily, it's been my pleasure to bring you this morning and good luck for tonight. Byeeee". I got out of the car and she drove off - still naked! I called across the road to Thom, as if I needed to as he had already seen me - along with about 50 other students all heading for the college entrance. I crossed the road when a gap in the traffic allowed, to quite a few horn beeps too, and joined Thom on the other side of the road, taking his hand in mine. "Hi Thom, are you good today?" I asked. "Yes, but better now that I have you on my arm, as it were, once more. Are you dressing for school today or pushing your luck again?" "What do you think I should do Thom?" "If we had the same classes today, I'd say not, but we don't so I have to suggest that you do - I won't be there to help you today will I?" "No, I suppose you're right." and I pulled the dress over my head as we went through the college gates. "Yuk!" I shivered at the discomfort of the material against my skin. Thom and I chatted for a few moments prior to us separating to go to our own lectures for the day. As the morning went along I noticed that, despite being dressed today, I was drawing some attention still. I noticed people pointing and whispering behind their hands as they pointed and stared. It was only to be expected I supposed, so I didn't waste too much of my time or effort in worrying about them. I met Thom and he and I went to the Refectory to get some lunch. I was feeling a little bashful about not attending the Refectory yesterday when I'd promised Diana that I'd see her there and hoped to make up for it today. We got our lunch and grabbed a table near the door to better see Diana if she should happen along. I was just about finished when she did indeed make an appearance and I called over to her. She got herself something to eat and came over to sit with us and, while she ate, I apologised about not meeting her yesterday. "Never mind, better later than never. Anyway, I wanted to ask if you were one of the group of students who had been seen out at KFC on the outskirts of town?" "No, sorry - I don't know anything about them. What have you heard Diana?" I asked. "Well, there's a story going around that a group of college kids had been out to KFC's quite a few times recently, and that they'd gone out there nude - not even taking any clothes with them just in case, I'd heard, and just wondered, given that it's not every day you see someone walking the streets naked, if you were one of them. I've been so intrigued about it I was looking to ask about it, but it seems I'll have to go on looking." she replied, a little downhearted. Clearly, this story pricked up my own ears, and interest, and I pushed her for more information. "I don't really have any more, I just heard these stories, and, apparently, someone went to the College Inn yesterday for lunch with a man and she was naked too." "Ahh, that would have been me then. I went there with Thom because I just felt that I had to get rid of the dress I'd worn in class all morning and he offered to take me. That's why I didn't meet with you as promised, sorry again about that." "Well, apparently, these guys were out at KFC a couple of weeks ago when to women walked through the door stark naked. They ordered their meals and then one of them went out to a car and came back with their husbands. They just stayed inside and ate their meals and these guys asked them all sorts of questions. They arranged to meet them again later in the week and by then, there were a whole crowd of kids who went along as well. Well, I just wanted to find out more, what it was all about, and I have to admit, since hearing it I've been fancying trying it myself. Well of course, seeing you yesterday I kind of put 2 and 2 together and came up with 5! Maths never was my strong point!" she giggled. Thom added that he'd heard such stories too but didn't know anyone who was directly involved. Diana's maths might not be too far wrong, though, as what she said was true, it wasn't every day, blah-blah. On a hunch, I got my 'phone from my bag and rang Gina to see if it was anything to do with her. Not too surprisingly, I found that it was and obtained a telephone number for Amanda, the girl who'd organised the 'event' after seeing Gina and Sammie in there one night. I called the number and introduced myself and explained why I was calling. "Oh, I heard about you walking around the college grounds yesterday - where are you?" Amanda asked. "In the Refectory." "Hang on their, I'll be along in a few minutes." she replied, and hung up. I wondered, since she didn't ask us where we were sitting, how she'd know us or us her, but I shouldn't have been concerned as, within just a few minutes, a gorgeous naked woman came into the Refectory. I immediately stood and ditched my dress in Thom's lap and called her over to us. She walked over with a huge smile on her face and grabbed a chair from another table. Of course, by now there were lots of eyes on us and the chatter in the room subsided for a few moments, only to resume with greater strength than normal. "Hi, I'm Amanda. I take it you got my name and number from Gina?" she asked, smiling at my nudity while Thom just smiled quietly and Diana looked utterly amazed. As Diana and I chatted, with Thom occasionally interjecting, I noticed that Diana was unbuttoning her own dress and soon it was resting on the back of her chair. In a trice, she had also removed her bra and then stood and divested herself of her panty-hose (how can women wear those things!) and knickers which joined her dress on the back of the chair. I told Diana that I'd been to the College Inn for lunch the day before and that they'd been accepting of my nudity, so long as there was no trouble. I also said that I'd be going there tonight, probably, with my new boyfriend, or it would be a pub a few miles away in a little village out in the sticks. She said she'd like to join us and bring her crew along, and, while I wanted our date to be just us so that Gerry and I could get to know each other, I agreed that I'd try to arrange it. I rang Gerry and he hadn't, by that time, spoken with the Landlord of the pub in Llanmaes and agreed to change our date so that we could go to the College Inn. I assured him that if it all got to be too much, we'd repair to his pub instead. So, there we were, three naked woman and a relatively bemused man, sitting in the College Refectory chatting away as if it were an everyday occurrence. I know that, if we three had anything to do with it, then it would indeed become an everyday occurrence, and with luck we'd spread the word to others on the campus too. And, since men as well as women were in Amanda's group, we'd see some men about the campus naked too. I was looking forward to that with immense pleasure.