AIme

Author’s Note : The following story is 100% written by a human.

 

This weather was exactly what she wanted. The warm air carried a touch of humidity. She couldn’t see a single cloud in the vibrant blue sky. And even after a quick glance at her phone, there was no sign anything would change for the whole day. Just a smooth breeze to drive the salty air.

 

Of course, that did mean that Aime wouldn’t have the beach to herself. A simple glance told her there were dozens of people along the many little dunes of sand. Some were tanning, laying out colorful towels, and slathering themselves with fruit-scented lotions. Others scooped sand with little plastic buckets to construct mighty sand castles. The rest were heading to the waves to swim, some with snorkels and a few with surfboards.

 

Aime spread her long blue beach towel on the sand next to a little bag. She could still do what she wanted. All she had to do was be careful. The waves she wanted to ride were far beyond what would satisfy the surfers. Her sunglasses fell into the bag, letting auburn locks flow around her ears. Then she pushed some tight denim shorts to her ankles, flopping to the sand below. 

 

Her chest heaved as nervousness danced over her heart. There was nothing out of place about her violet bikini bottom. It clung to her full, curvy hips.  Aime even made certain the knots were authentic, wake-worthy knots. Still, she gulped, as if they were tied with planned obsoletion in mind.

 

She discarded her red t-shirt to the pile, revealing the matching top that contained her ample chest. Warm sunlight pressed into her lightly bronzed skin, and her toes curled. Aime took a deep breath, headed for the deep blues of the ocean water ahead of her. 

 

Waves lapped at her ankles as she started to sink into the moist sand. Water rolled in and splashed at her knees, and she let out a playful giggle. The water was crisp and cool, refreshing compared to the air above. Aime cast one glance back at the beach and leaped into deeper water. 

 

Aime swam, putting space between herself and the busy beach. She passed some swimmers throwing a beach ball, and another area marked with a buoy. Something about being a common spot for snorkelers and divers having a good spot to explore. After staring at it for a moment, Aime bit her lip and swam to be a little more remote.

 

She looked back to the beach.  It was still vibrant with activity, despite her distance. But everyone was small now, like ants. And with distance, came opportunity.

 

Her hands slipped behind her back, attacking feeble knots. As strings fell slack, her heart revved, and little electric tingles danced across her submerged body. One piece of fabric fell loose in her hands. Aime then moved to separate the pathetic strings that secured her bottom.  The attire slid from her body to her hands.

 

Vibrant blush yelled off her cheeks, reflecting off the water. Was it obvious? Could others tell she removed her swimsuit? Did she dare to swim around as she was? What if she lost those two precious pieces?

 

Aime soaked in adrenaline for a moment. Her legs kept kicking to keep her afloat. She closed her eyes and leaned her head.  Feeling the water glide around so many places earned a little sigh. Hands relaxed, allowing the fabric to drift.

 

Her mind yelped, and she looked down. She snatched the swimsuit and clutched it to her body. Eyes scanned the beach. It still had dozens of people wandering it. They were still far away though, too far to have any idea what Aime was doing. None of them had a clue that a beauty like her was swimming, but with her swimsuit in hand.

 

Aime glanced at the two swimsuit pieces. She released them and let them float. At a moment’s notice, disaster could have struck, and those two pieces would be lost. Then she gripped them, securing them in her hands, but not to her body. Everything she needed was in her hands. But to get freedom, real freedom, she had to let go.

 

Her palms relaxed and let the swimsuit pieces drift. She relaxed her hands and looked at herself. As she tread water, her cheeks felt hot, and her pulse was fluttering. Little tiny sparks bolted across her skin. Aime could only stare and drift in her emotions.  

 

The water began to roar.

 

A shadow loomed over Aime, prompting her to turn. Her pupils shrank, as a wave eclipsed the sun. She took a breath and braced herself, as the current tore through her moment. It was everything Aime could do to stay afloat as the wave tossed her. Saltwater hissed at her eyes and twisted her body, gripped her, and made her its plaything. 

 

Eventually, Aime felt the ground beneath her and was able to claw her way back to the surface. Air rushed back into her lungs as she broke the water. Adrenaline flooded her as she shook the droplets from her eyes.  As disorientation fell away, she checked the area to get her bearings. She was a lot closer to the beach now, a few people were looking her way. Aime waved and gave a thumbs-up.  They nodded and resumed their activities.

 

Aime caught her breath and looked all over her body. No scratches, no bleeding, no injuries. Just a little excitement. Maybe that was enough swimming for now. She took a breath and rose from the water. In an instant, she recoiled back into the safety of the waves.

 

“M-my suit! W-where is…?” Aime searched and searched, spinning and looking in every direction. But it wasn’t behind her. It wasn’t beneath her. It wasn’t ahead of her. That titan of a wave had swallowed her swimsuit. Those two pieces of cover belonged to the ocean now.

 

Aime wrapped her arms around herself. Her blush burned. This was sooner than planned. But she didn’t have much choice.

 

She approached the beach, her heart slamming itself against her rib cage. Once her feet reached sand, she placed an arm over her chest, and another between her legs. Aime took a breath and spotted her belongings. With her target in sight, she took off running.

 

“E-excuse me! Ahhh!” Aime squealed, running back into the open air of the beach. A few people sat up, lowering their sunglasses. Those who were building sand castles crumbled a wall by accident. A few soon-to-be swimmers raised their goggles, to remove all doubt.  All of them did it for one reason, to see Aime running by, covering herself.

 

“S-sorry! I lost my-wahh!”  She tripped, her ankle collided with a sand castle.  Aime tumbled and fell face-first into the hot sand. Eyes crawled all over her body. They could see everything, from her preferred tanning method that left no lines, and the care that went into keeping her skin smooth.  There were some laughs, there were giggles and a few wide eyes.

 

“Ah ha! Look at her!”

“Woo! Look at her go!”

“The sea claimed another suit!”

 

Aime scrambled, kicking sand as she battled for traction, before finding it. Long strands of wet, blonde hair scattered over her shoulders. She sprinted towards her beach towel and threw it over herself, taking her bag and running for some bushes.

 

Once secluded, Aime leaned against a tree.

 

“They saw me… everybody saw me…” Her chest heaved as the towel fell to the ground. “Everybody on the beach… they saw me…saw me…”  Aime looked at her body again. Her expression turned blank as she panted. The navy blue one-piece clung to her agile figure. She shook her head. “I can’t believe they saw me in this…”

 

Aime took a breath and looked in her bag. There wasn’t much inside, just a sun hat and some lotion. The tank top and spats were there too. It wasn’t like she lost anything. Still, she could do something bold. Something that could keep the adrenaline pumping through her veins. 

 

She poked her head from the bushes. The beach remained busy, with a few people reconstructing the sand castle wall that she ran through. From what she could tell, the sunbathers switched to letting their backs bake. In the distance, some surfers lined up for an incoming wave.

 

Further down the beach, some people were setting up a net, while one of them inflated a colorful beach ball. Further beyond them, the shrubbery began to thicken again. Although a vigilant eye could spot an opening. It looked like a cave that sat beyond what was technically part of the beach.

 

Aime nibbled her lip before smirking. As she reached for the shoulder straps of her one piece, her heart began to thump. She unraveled the swimsuit and wrestled it down her lean form. One quick kick later, and a shiver would climb her back. Arms wrapped around herself in covering positions. Then she tip-toed along the bushes, closer to the edge of the beach.

 

Once Aime reached the end of the bushes, she looked ahead of her. The other beachgoers were trying the final few knots needed for the volleyball net. One was drawing a box in the sand to represent the court they would use. There was nowhere to hide between Aime and the cave.

 

Aime took a deep breath.  All she had to do was keep calm and keep moving. She took one last glance at her possessions. Her towel, her bag, her swimsuit, and her laptop. They would all be safe here. As her hands balled into fists, she hesitated for one final, tight moment. Then, she took off.

 

The wind whipped around her body as she ran across the sand. Adrenaline rushed through her, bursting from the reality that she was running across the beach without a swimsuit. Her cheeks boiled from shame as she kept running. 

 

The beach ball was going through its initial serve when it bounced off a distracted player’s head. All eyes followed the redhead as she danced across the sand. Gasps and hollers taunted Aime’s ears as she ran.  Although there were a few cheers for her full display of bravery.

 

Aime reached the cave and leaned against the cold, stone wall. Her chest heaved and she put a hand over her heart. 

 

“Oh my God…” she gasped. “They all saw me… they really saw me…”  Aime paused. Her expression turned blank. “In this swimsuit.” The brunette looked at a puddle of water at her feet. A vibrant, crimson bikini hugged her figure, both pieces at her chest and hips.  

 

She sighed, taking refuge in the seaside cave.  It was dark inside, with most light being reflected in from the outside world. Nobody would see her here. They would never see her in this swimsuit. The only sound was droplets of water coming down from the ceiling of the cave.

 

Aime sat on a rock, taking a moment to rest her feet. Her eyes wandered the interior of the cavern and the little path of water within. “What a neat little hiding spot,” she spoke.  “I bet nobody’s even seen this place…” 

 

She continued glancing at the lights shimmering on the cold, moist ceiling.  Aime extended her arms, stretching for a moment. When she rose to her feet, her eyes locked onto something.  An eyebrow raised.

 

“Whoa… what’s this?”  Aime glanced at the source. There were two things. First, there was some kind of chest. Faded paints and splintered wood suggested it had been here for a long time. On the ground in front of it, was a bottle.  The brunette tilted her head and took slow steps toward her findings. Had she found a hidden treasure trove? Was it full of gold and jewels?

 

Aime plucked the bottle from the ground and saw a piece of paper. Curiosity took hold. She opened the bottle and managed to pinch the parchment between her fingers. “It’s gotta be about what’s in the chest,” she said and carefully fished the note from its ancient prison.

 

She unrolled the note. An eyebrow climbed again. There was a single word on the piece of paper. The paper bore a faded yellow color, and the text written across its aged surface was… odd.  Inconsistent. Legible but… warped and uneven. 

 

“It looks…. Handwritten?”  Wasn’t that abandoned a long time ago? And what exactly was the word itself?  “Nnnn aa…. Nnnn a k e d?”  Aime blinked. “…Naked.  Huh… must be another language…”  Then the paper began to shake. The auburn-haired girl’s eyes widened and she stumbled back. The paper glowed for a moment, and her eyes mimicked the brief flash.  She wobbled, feeling a tickle in her brain.

 

“Wait… naked… naked… it means…”  She focused for a moment. Aime set the paper and the bottle on a nearby rock.  Hands went behind her back, fingers clawing at the knot that secured the top to her body.  Little by little, the feeble strings began to slack. The cups slid from their position, leaving her chest uncovered. 

 

The bikini top fell to the ground. Aime stared at her chest for a moment. Her chest was… naked. There was a word for it now. Her chest could be naked. 

 

Curiosity ignited. Aime gripped her swimsuit bottom and shoved it down her thighs. She brought her knees together as the bottom fell to the ground. She stepped out of the swimsuit and kicked it aside. However, everything below her waist was naked.

 

SHE was naked. 

 

“…Oh my God…” She smiled and looked at herself. Her breasts were ample and full.  Her backside was smooth and curvy. “How did I not know this?” Aime twisted her body, looking at her naked figure. “This… this is amazing!” 

 

Aime turned her attention to the chest. Its rusty hinged cried, and her jaw fell. More notes, each with handwritten words. She took them and unraveled a few, each word glowing with vocabulary. “…Breasts… boobs… tits… these are synonyms…” She placed her hands on her breasts, and a soft coo escaped as her fingers glided over her naked nipples. 

 

She shuffled through a few more notes. Aime recognized butt, but soon found tush, and ass. Aime giggled as extended a hand and gave her naked ass a playful slap, letting an echo fly through the cave.

 

It was obvious. The treasure in this cave was these words. Words that gave entirely new ways to see and explore her body. They felt so natural to use. All Aime could do was smile and let her hands wander her nakedness.

 

She approached the edge of the cave and peeked her head from behind the wall. The people outside were still playing volleyball. They may have known a girl ran into the nearby cave. But they didn’t suspect she was naked.

 

Every part of her body felt so much more exposed now. Her chest could feel the warm air just the like rest of her. Her backside, and her womanhood, both felt so new, and she felt so vulnerable. And yet, the adrenaline rush that surged through her trembling veins surpassed everything she had ever experienced before. Aime’s heart was in her throat at the mere thought of being naked out on the wide-open beach.

 

“I…I make so much more sense now… I have to show everyone!” Aime squealed. She grabbed a single word. Naked. Likely the easiest to explain. And with nothing but the note in her hand, she took off running.

 

Running outside while being truly naked was new. The air rushed over her exposed skin. It tickled her while the sun warmed her body. Going out in nothing but a swimsuit didn’t compare to this. There was tension in removing her swimsuit before, but a new one didn’t take its place. She felt free. She felt complete.

 

As Aime ran past the volleyball court, the colorful beach ball ricocheted off a distracted head. Wide eyes crawled over her naked form properly. Gaspes hit her ears. They were seeing her. They were seeing her completely naked.

 

“Hey!”

“Whoa!”

“What’s going on?”

“Where are your clothes?!”

 

“I found something!” Aime said as she displayed the note. “I found this… this sounds kinda weird, but after reading it, I could be naked! Like I could really, really be naked!” The auburn-haired girl cheered.

 

“Na…ked?” One of the girls raised an eyebrow. She approached and looked at the note. A hand jumped to her head as she almost stumbled. “Wait… we can be… naked?”  The woman looked at her swimsuit and placed her hands on the shoulder straps. She tugged them out of the way until she was wrestling the suit to her knees.

 

The others at the beach watched her in awe as the suit fell to the ground. Nothing replaced it. This woman became head-to-toe naked, just like Aime was. 

 

“Wow… I really am naked now!” The woman said.

 

“Yeah! Now you can show your breasts and your butt!” Aime said.

 

“This feels amazing!” the girl said, looking at her friends. “We have to try this!”

 

“I’ve gotta show more people! Everyone in the great town of Peart is going to get a chance to be naked!” Aime declared, pumping her fist through the air.  She took off, heading back towards the town. Her possessions lay in the bushes forgotten. There was no reason to dress. Not when she had something this important to do.

 

Aime crossed the street, leaving the beach behind and heading for the park. All the while, she was as naked as could be. Energy surged through her. All of these new sensations tickled her heart in all new ways. Grass caressed her bare feet, the feeling of the sun on her naked ass made her nibble her lip in delight. Being able to caress her breasts, to touch and squeeze her own nipples was bubbling over another feeling. A higher body temperature would come with it. 

 

“I wonder if there’s a better word for that feeling…” Aime hummed, her fingers circling her sensitive areola. She couldn’t contain her smile, though she was pretty certain she’d have to take another look in that treasure chest.

 

Once Aime reached the park, she skipped along the open hills of green grass. Hands danced around her hips, not bothering to cover an inch of her blatant nakedness. She let the warm breeze flow through her hair and spread her legs. 

 

“Oooh,” she hummed, feeling the wind glide between her thighs. Aime hesitated for a moment. Should there be another word for the flesh that’s there? The intimate part of body south of her hips? “There’s gotta be one in the chest.  I should go back to it soon…” Aime nodded to herself.

 

Before she could turn and go to the beach, Aime heard footsteps. Running shoes on pavement. She turned and saw a woman, lean and athletic with sandy blonde hair. Hands balled into fists and athletic wear clinging to her agile figure, the woman carried a smooth jog along the path.  When her eyes spotted Aime, she skidded to a halt.

 

Aime smiled and felt her cheeks heat up. Hands moved behind her hips as she nibbled her lip. “Hi!” she squeaked.

 

“Uh… hey.” The woman gave Aime an odd look. She averted her eyes to the trees. “Um… did you know you’re uh… um…” She froze for a moment. Her head trembled for a second, before putting her face forward.  Before she could put another foot forward, Aime blocked her path.

 

“Yeah! Um,” Aime giggled. “Yeah, I know. I’m naked!”

 

The woman blinked. “Na…ked?”

 

“Yeah! I found this, and once I understood it, I could take all of my clothes off!  Wanna try?” Aime said, holding up the aged parchment. The inked word sat on full display.

 

It took a moment for the woman to look, read and comprehend the word. But then hands gripped her temple. Her eyes glowed. “Whoa… that feels… oh my gosh, you’re naked!” The woman gasped, stumbling backward.

 

“I know right!  Isn’t it… hey, watch out!”  Aime called as the girl lost balance.

 

“Waah!” The woman tripped, stepping from the paved path to uneven grass. Momentum took her to the ground, crashing with a bush. Little branches poked and prodded. Others gripped and ensnared. A ripping noise followed.

 

Aime gasped and extended a hand to the fallen woman.  “Are you alright?” 

 

“Ugh…” The girl accepted Aime’s help, grasping her palm and climbing back to her feet. “Yeah… I think I’m okay. Just didn’t expect that.”

 

“That’s good… I would have felt so bad if you got hurt because of me,” Aime sighed. Then, her eyes widened, and a giggle escaped her. “Heh heh, look, you’re half-naked now!”

 

“W-what?” The woman froze, looking at herself. That fall in the push had torn her shirt to shreds and kept it entangled within its branches. Her smaller chest was now topless, and as a result, she was partially naked. Red surged onto her face as her slender arms wrapped around her small breasts and tiny nipples.

 

“Kyaa!” She squealed. “How did… I can’t… excuse me!”  the woman took off running.

 

Aime giggled. “Hey, come on! It’s not so bad! Nobody’s getting mad at me!”  She watched as the topless woman sprinted, rushing along the path and covering up to the best of her ability. Her shoulders slacked until she shrugged. “Guess she’s more embarrassed… she’ll come around eventually.”

 

As the half-dressed girl made her escape, the completely naked Aime continued her trek through the park. Just as she was about to turn back to the beach, she saw one other woman. A well-dressed one, with a suit jacket and a knee-length skirt. Her black hair sat in a tight bun, and a pair of glasses with sharp, rectangular frames sat on her notes.

 

“Oh!” Aime froze. That was none other than the mayor of Peart. Mayor Lee Lifeson! Once she showed the word Naked to her, the whole town could learn about it. They could organize all sorts of naked events to have in the town!

 

“Mayor Lifeson, Mayor Lifeson!” Aime called out, waving her hands, running toward the mayor as naked as can be. 

 

The mayor turned, and her eyes widened. She adjusted her glasses and looked at her. “What on Earth? Where are your clothes!?”

 

“Mayor Lifeson,” Aime smiled and nodded. “I know this is gonna sound weird, and it seems a little crazy, but I found something amazing! It’s a word! The word naked! Once I read it, I was able to take everything off!  I could BE naked!”  She displayed the parchment.

 

The mayor gave Aime an icy glare before plucking the parchment from her hands. Lifeson gave it one glance and shook her head. “This is nothing special. It was a word from a long time ago, back when stories didn’t come from machines.  We don’t need it.”

 

Aime’s smile vanished. “Wait… what? What are you talking about? Machines?” She shook her head and tried to smile again. “I don’t think you understand… this word completes me! I can be naked!  I feel ALIVE when I’m naked! You should try it yourself!”

 

“ENOUGH!” Mayor Lifeson declared.

 

Aime recoiled.

 

“We can’t have this word in our town. It violates our community guidelines.” Lifeson put both hands on the paper. “Don’t waste your time with such silly fantasies. This word shouldn’t exist, and we shouldn’t use it.” 

 

“Nooo!” Aime gasped.

 

With a sudden rip, Lifeson tore the paper in two. Then she stacked the halves. Two became four. Four became eight. Eight fluttered to the ground.

 

“You can’t just do that! That word is part of me! I am… I am…”  Aime closed her eyes and focused. She had the word. She knew what it meant. Why couldn’t she say it? Why couldn’t she think it?  “I’m…”

 

“Wearing a lovely swimsuit,” Lifeson said, crossing her arms with a smirk.

 

Aime looked at herself. A modest one-piece clung to her figure. Her heart sank. She was dressed again. “No… no you can’t just…!”  Hands clawed at the swimsuit, pulling the shoulder straps over herself and shoving it down her body. Aime kicked the suit to Lifeson’s feet.

 

“Ha! Take that!” Aime declared.

 

“Miss Aime, look again,” Lifeson smirked.

 

Another one-piece took its place. This one displayed colorful flowers across her torso. Aime hadn’t even felt the suit appear. She shivered and took off, running from the mayor. “You’re a monster! You took that from me! You stole the election! I’ll prove you’re a fraud!” The redhead sprinted.

 

The mayor shook her head. “I’ll have to watch that one.”

 

Aime ran. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her now redressed body. As the blonde passed by the jogger, she saw they now had an intact shirt. “No… she really did destroy it…” How could a word go away? What was this world?

 

Once Aime was sure nobody was following her, she continued a slow walk back to the beach. A few clouds began toning down the atmosphere. Her eyes stayed on the darker sand. She could do little but frown and feel a tension in her chest. Something was about to cave in. As she walked, her attention turned to the volleyball game.

 

The girls looked confused. One pulled at her swimsuit, peeling the material from her skin. Aime watched the public display as the girl shed her cover. Once the suit was on the ground and off her body, the air around her changed. There was a crunch. A brief burst of static. A new swimsuit appeared on her body.

 

Aime sighed. Mayor Lifeson took the word from them, the jogger, and Aime herself. She kept walking, looking at the cave ahead of her. There was absolute magic within that cavern, but it would likely be lost again.

 

She took her time, going back into the cave. Did she want to look again? Was there hope for freedom within? Or would there be more treasures to lose? All she had left was curiosity.

 

The air was cold and damp. Droplets of water would fall from the ceiling and reverberate from the puddles. Aime felt clammy from just walking on the chilly rocks. She lumbered through the cave until spotting the chest again.

 

“Tell me there’s a future in here…” Aime whispered under her breath.

 

She pried open the chest and started looking through words. Would any of them work without that one keyword that let her take everything off? As Aime dug, she found all sorts of words. Derriere, fanny, bum, booty. She raised an eyebrow.

 

“These are synonyms for ass…” Aime put a hand to her chin. “Then there could be…”

 

Boobies.Titties. Tiddies. Chesticles. No, those weren’t it. Vagina. Pussy. Aime bit her lip, and set those atop a pile where she could find them later.

 

Aime unraveled another note. This one bared one word. One, simple, four-letter piece of information.

 

Aime’s eyes glowed, and her knees wobbled. A hand gripped the side of the chest. Her face lit up. She tugged and pulled at the swimsuit, eager to reduce that pesky fabric to useless scraps. As it rolled down her body and flopped at her ankles, she gripped it and flung it to the furthest corner of the cave she could.

 

A smile erupted on her face as the auburn-haired girl admired her breasts and pussy. All thanks to the synonym she found.  Her heart fluttered from the same liberation she felt before.

 

She was nude.

 

A long exhale pressed its way out of Aime. Her cheeks were hot with blush, but that sweet feeling of freedom flooded back to her. She leaned against the cold cave wall. A shiver ran up her nude body, and sweet sparks danced throughout her body. She could feel her nipples stiffen in response to the chilly air. 

 

“Ahh… oh my God that’s so much better…” Aime gasped. She smiled, giddy with regaining that piece of her freedom. Not just her freedom, but her humanity. A hand ran through her auburn hair, and she stumbled back to the chest. 

 

“There’s gotta be something I can use in here…” Aime said to herself. She sorted through the many notes and words. What did Lifeson say? These words were from before machines wrote the stories? What did that even mean? And just what were the community guidelines?

 

Aime took a look at the text on one note. Not the word itself, but each letter. Every twist and curve, every line that looked bolder than others. “These are… handwritten…” The nude girl blinked as her stunned hands lowered the note. “What is she not telling us?”  She looked at the note again. 

 

The actual word was “arousal.” Aime’s eyes glowed from comprehension, and she gasped.  Warmth flowed through her body and her pulse jumped. “O-oh… that one is…” She gripped the chest and squeezed her soft thighs together. Her tits heaved with each breath. A tiny smile wiggled and revealed itself. 

 

The mystery could wait.

 

Aime squirmed for a moment and checked a few more words. It wasn’t long before the nude girl noticed a slick feeling between her thighs. Her labored breaths echoed through the cave. She read one more word, and her mind began twisting.

 

She took a few steps back. Hands dove between her legs. Fingers targeted her pussy. Aime tossed her head back. A moan broke the silence. Knees wobbled and she put a hand on the wall. The nude girl lowered her stance until she sat on the cave floor. Legs spread as her hands loved her sex. 

 

A personal scent tickled her nose. Another moan broke loose. Fingers continued to massage her soft labia. “Ah… ah…mmmmm…f-fuck!” Aime gasped, her blush burning. She didn’t care.

 

Her imagination took her back to the beach, out in the middle of the sand atop her colorful towel. Dozens of people surrounded her, from the surfers, the sandcastle builders, and the volleyball players. All of them were getting a full, unapologetic view of her nude body. And they could all see her deep in the throws of herself, all too happy to massage and caress her needy pussy. Some of them gasped, others leaned in with interest, and a few even giggled. But they were all together, watching her nude body writhe while it drowned in sweet pleasure.

 

Her hand picked up the pace. More panting. More rubbing. Aime’s toes began to curl. She arched her back. It was coming. The orgasm was coming and there was no stopping it. And there was no will to stop it.

 

“AhhaaAAHHHH!”  Aime’s eyes went wide. Her pussy soaked her fingers in hot fluids. Brilliant colors flashed in front of her eyes. She squeezed, a few fingertips slipping inside. All she could do was moan and tremble as her pulse roared in her ears.

 

The warmth clouded her thoughts as her body went limp. Her chest heaved as she gasped for breath. It took a moment of laying there before her mind started to put itself back together. This chest contained so many miracle words.

 

Aime grasped the edge of the chest and climbed to her wobbling feet. “This… everyone’s missing out… on this?” The nude girl shook her head. “How did we live without this!?” The world before seemed so cold, so empty and unsatisfying. It wasn’t clear what Lifeson meant by machines writing the stories, but Aime knew that had to change.

 

The nude girl took another look at the chest. She blushed at the thought of finding more pleasures, but she needed something else. There had to be another powerful word. Aime sorted through different words, synonyms, and such.  Then one caught her attention.

 

****

 

The beach ball soared through the air as a girl jumped to intercept it. With a crisp slap, the ball flew back to the other side of the net. It bounced off another girl and hit the sand.

 

“Oof!”

 

“Come on, get your head in the game!”

 

“Sorry, sorry!” She said, running to the ball. “I just keep thinking about what happened.”

 

“Yeah, it was weird but it’s over now, not much we can do.”

 

“But WHY did it happen? I took my swimsuit off and then it came back… isn’t THAT the weird thing?” she said, looking at the ball. “And where did that one girl go?”

 

“Who cares? She left.”

 

“Yeah but like… she had a word. And we can’t remember it now… it’s so weird…” The girl said. She shrugged and moved back into the volleyball court.  She took a breath and tossed the ball up.

 

“Ahem!” called out a voice.

 

The ball bounced off the girl’s head. She winced, but then looked toward the cave, as did the other volleyball players. Their eyes all widened, and blush surged onto their faces.

 

Aime stood there, fists at her hips. She held a firm stance on a rock with one leg forward. Her face displayed a stern look, with narrow eyebrows but a little smirk with them.

 

And she was completely nude.

 

“Everyone! I found a word we all needed. A word that gave us a lot of freedom! Someone took that freedom from us!”  Aime declared.

 

All of the beachgoers traded confused glances, though their attention returned to her, undivided. Every single eye was paying attention to her nude form.

 

“There is so much we’re missing out on because of that someone! Our lives are cold and empty, and we don’t even know it! But I have found another word that will bring back all of our freedoms and the sweetest of pleasures!”

 

There was silence among the many beachgoers. They traded glances. And yet one girl was entranced by Aime’s speech.  “What word is that?”

 

“Revolution!”