Kimberly’s New Life, Chapter 1.4: Kimberly Registers; The Next Morning

Kimberly had not been able to go online last night since her father kept her phone in his office. He had never done anything like this before but she thought he must have a reason. She would have loved to check her messages but it would eventually require her to announce her adopting nudism, her permanent nudism to her online friends. She was only a little uneasy about making the announcement but was terrified by the prospect of her father making it all go away. That would be embarrassing. Unlike being naked the rest of her life like as she planned. She did not think it could be done but if anyone could make it happen it would be her father.

After her mother’s visit she went to bed but did not fall asleep for a long time. Kimberly had pulled the sheet and a light blanket over her when she went to bed but eventually pushed them off herself. She did not quite feel normal lying in bed. She was used to sleeping topless but lying under the covers fully naked was a new sensation.

As she was waking up she felt very good moving about without her pajamas bottoms on. Her pubic hair was out and she felt the air about her vulva. Once she was awake she was quite aware of her nudity and again was very glad for it despite the trouble it may be causing her family. She stretched her gloriously naked form and thought about what had happened the previous night. None of it mattered she thought. I’m naked and I’m going to stay this way. She felt her nipples and found that they were as flat as she had ever found them. The warm bedroom and the relaxing sleep had settled them very well.

She looked around her room and could see all the dresses, skirts and tops she had been trying to organize the night before. All these piles of clothes around her and none for her to wear.

In the bathroom mirror she saw her naked self once more but did not dawdle. She started the shower and got in. She did not take the time to wash her hair but scrubbed herself everywhere and very thoroughly. She considered how everything she was cleaning would be on complete display when she was done. She used the large bath towel and did not worry about covering herself or keeping totally nude. She was wet and needed drying off. The sooner she was dry the sooner she could continue in the nude. She looked at her face in the mirror and considered the most basic make-up but decided not to bother for now.

It felt strange to her as she walked from her bedroom to the stairs without having dressed. A warm breeze surrounded her sides and between her legs as she walked. Unlike going nude at the mall, “streaking”, it took a determined spirit to ignore the habits of a lifetime and go through her huge house utterly naked. At the top of the stairs she had to remind herself that she had already made her choices about her nudity and would have to keep going until she found out what her father had planned. Her otherwise happy naked form moved through her house, down the stairs, in a kind of trance, hoping to find some support, some reinforcement for her decisions.

On her way downstairs she saw her mother’s giant blue robe hanging over the banister at the bottom of the stairs. She left it there and went to the kitchen. From the hallway to the kitchen she could hear the sizzling of bacon and eggs and asked “Mother?” She walked into the kitchen to find her father reading the paper and drinking coffee. In the pan on the stove the eggs and bacon were just sizzling away. She walked up to it, keeping back from any possible splattering, and looked after the eggs for a moment. Then she heard the pantry door close behind her. The pantry was the way from the kitchen to the dining room, opposite the way she had just entered. The pantry door was normally never shut. She figured she had just missed her mother and went back the way she had come. Once in the hallway she could see the stairs again. The blue robe was gone. She was quite confused but decided the eggs needed to be rescued before they were ruined. It took her reaching a long way out to the pan to handle the eggs without getting splattered but she managed it. Turning the flame down was part of the trick.

She added all the eggs to the serving plate with the bacon and sausage that she guessed her mother had started and placed the cover over them and put the serving plate down next to her father. She poured herself a cup of coffee, sat down with him and served herself. Her father had not looked up from his paper. Kimberly just had to ask. “What’s with mother and that robe?”

Her father took another sip. He did not look up from his paper but said “She is having trouble dealing with your decision to become a nudist. We are working it out.” He looked her in the eye. “You should not concern yourself with it.” He took some bacon and eggs and began eating. Kimberly did the same and wondered what her father had meant by “working it out”.

She finished her meal and cleaned her plate in the sink. Her father had not finished but then she looked at the clock. It was 9:00 AM. Tom would be here and be here now. She started walking to the front door waiting for the doorbell to ring as she went. Through the front door she could see Tom. He had just driven up in a big van in front of their huge sloping lawn. He got out and was headed to the back of the van, the van blocking his view of the house. She didn’t know what the van was for or why he was going to the back of it but felt she should intercept him before he came to the front door.

Kimberly confidently stepped out of the security of her home, and felt the very cool morning breeze on her skin. That and the coolness of stone steps and the dew on the lawn were exciting and welcome reminders of her total nudity. It gave her a quiet satisfaction that she could manage herself so well on this, her first full day as a nudist. She marched down the hill of a lawn to meet Tom and talk to him about her big news.

Tom was rolling up the door on the back the van. He did not know why. Not yet. He had only been told to get a van and be here on time. He hoped that Kimberly was alright. Once he had done that he started for the front of the house. Looking up toward the front door he saw Kimberly. Kimberly was entirely naked. Feet pounding arms swinging and breasts swaying, her breasts were naked and swaying as she walked towards him. Her bare nipples were very erect.

When Kimberly saw Tom she thought of how cute he looked. He was much taller than her, very slim and still very shy. He wore baggy jeans and a simple blue work shirt and the way his mop of hair curled down over his face was too cute to believe. When they locked eyes Tom took off. He began running to Kimberly as fast up the hill as he could. He took just a stumbling step or two to rip open his work shirt and yank it off of his shoulders and arms. By the time he got to her he was only in his very tight white t-shirt which showed off his very muscular chest and arms. Kimberly stopped walking and stared at this beautiful boy as he ran to her. She was so turned on by his rapid actions she could not speak, he was so hot.

Tom caste his shirt around her shoulders and held them with his large hands. “Kimberly! What are you doing out here?! What’s wrong with you?” It took a moment before she regained herself and remembered her talk. She had to explain again. But his hands were so strong, his shirt all around her, holding her. God he was so hot. Under his shirt she could feel her arms and breasts pushed together and her nipples. Her nipples were long again, was it because of the breeze? They were as long as she had ever felt before, no. She knew just then why they were so long. She was so turned on by Tom. Tom was doing this.

She shook her head and tried to push Tom away, without much luck. Instead she twisted away and out from under his shirt. She eventually stepped back and just stood in front of him. “It’s OK, Tom. It’s really OK.” He would have none of it. He had placed his hand across his nose under his eyes blocking his view of Kimberly’s body below her face. She got very frustrated standing naked outdoors trying to show herself and explain things to him. Despite being so frustrated she could tell how turned on she was getting from Tom. He was so strong, and worrying about her welfare, he was so hot.

“Kimberly! You’re naked! What are you doing outside with no clothes on?” He was almost shouting but trying to keep his temper as well as not draw more attention to her. She stepped up close to him and took his hand in hers. “Close your eyes.” she offered. After a moment he complied. With his eyes closed she took both his hands and held them under her chin. This and her arms would block his view of her body for the time being. “Now open your eyes.” He did and looked down into her face. He was somewhat more calm but still angry. Clearly her father had not told Tom the news.

She was not sure where to start but started anyway. “I thought my father might have told you but he left it up to me. I’ve registered myself as a nudist. I’m a nudist now. I’m not wearing clothes anymore. Can you tell me what you and my father talked about yesterday?”

Tom stared at Kimberly trying to understand the news. He was having a tough time of it. Even his confusion turned Kimberly on, he was so cute. He swallowed and started to answer her. “He told me there was some big news and that I had to be here this morning with a van. It took me a while to find one. And to tell my boss that I would not be in today. That was pretty hard. He didn’t tell me about … about this. What .. what do you mean ‘register’?”

Oh! he was so cute. Kimberly could feel her nipples growing even now. “Yesterday I filled out Lifestyle Registration forms with the state. I declared myself as a nudist. I signed up, I’m all legal now. I took off my clothes there and came home.”

“Where! did you take off your clothes?” Tom interrupted.

“At the mall. They have a lifestyle office at the mall. The lady there was very surprised. She had never heard of it before.”

“She’s not alone. I’ve never heard of it. You got naked at the mall? In front of everyone?”

“Well, no. We were alone in her office but I did go shopping with my friends. They were surprised too.”

“I’ll bet they were!” He was almost shouting. He quieted down and asked “Why do you want to be a nudist? What’s wrong with wearing clothes all of a sudden?”

“Nothing’s wrong but they’re not comfortable for me. They never have been. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time. I’ve wanted to go swimming and hiking for a long time, all nude.  And I finally got up the nerve. It’s a lifestyle choice. Big words for a simple decision.” She didn’t know if she was getting through to him but looked at him with her best, softest eyes, hoping he could understand or at least accept her.

“So you want to show yourself off to everyone? You’re an exhibitionist?”

“Tom, calm down. I’m not an exhibitionist.” She wasn’t sure of the definitions but took a chance “That’s someone who wants to be seen having sex in public. I’m a nudist. I’m never! having sex in public.”

“But everyone can see you! They can see all of you!”

“Yes! It’s OK! This is what people look like! This is what I! look like.” She realized that she was getting preachy and she needed to ease Tom into the idea. “OK, close your eyes again. You’re going to look at me.” Tom closed his eyes and Kimberly stepped back. Holding his hands she spread her arms out and tried to think of how to do this slowly. “OK, now look down. Open your eyes and look at my feet.” He had lowered his head but was not opening his eyes.

“Tom, please, open your eyes. Look at my feet.” After shaking his head a bit Tom opened his eyes and looked at Kimberly’s feet. The were wet from the dewy grass which was sliding between her toes. When she was sure he was looking at them Kimberly began. “These are my bare feet. This is how they are going to be from now on. I’m not wearing shoes anymore. Do you like the nail polish? Now look at my legs.” She squeezed his hands to get him to shift his gaze upwards. “It’s OK. These are my legs. They are the same as anyone else’s, other women that is. Now look up higher.”

Tom objected. “I don’t want to look at your vagina, Kimberly.”

She chuckled. “And you’re not going to. The vagina is internal. Look up a bit higher. That’s it. This is my pubic mound, my vulva. It’s just like all other women’s, nothing special. They all look like this under their clothes. But this is how I’ll look from now on. I’m not wearing pants or skirts anymore.” She realized she was turning herself on with this description of her body, her nude body. She could feel the warmth grow inside as she told him “This is how I’ll be from now on.” Tom was now staring strongly at Kimberly’s vulva, admiring the beautiful patch of hair on it and the gentle crease below. Kimberly saw the concentration on his face soften to admiration. Seeing this she nearly melted. He was so cute. She had to keep going and not get distracted.

“Now look up. Look at my breasts.” Tom kept staring at her mound. “Please look at them!” It took a while for Tom to shift his eyes up but when they did Kimberly spoke up. “Now look at my nipples. It’s OK! Do you see how long they are?” Tom stared at her tits, her beautiful tits, looking left and right over and over. He was no longer angry but enchanted. He was crazy about how she looked. Kimberly wanted to explain herself but that was getting difficult. “Clothes have always hurt my nipples. You see how long they are?” And they were long. They were longer than Kimberly could remember. They were long and hard for Tom. But she mustn’t get turned on here. It wouldn’t be right. She was a nudist, explaining her choices, her careful decision to be naked, permanently nude, in front of this gorgeous boy.

That’s when they heard the car crash. It wasn’t a terrible crash but the fender bender made quite a loud noise. Neither of them took any notice. Tom did not stop starting at Kimberly’s nipples. Kimberly did not stop staring at Tom’s beautiful face. She brought her hands together again and stepped up close to Tom. He should look her in the face again. “Really, Tom. This is what I wanted. Please don’t be afraid to look. It’s OK. You’ll get used to it. But I need your help now.” Tom was trying to catch on.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to it but what do you need me to do?”

Kimberly looked at the van and knew why her dad had asked Tom to bring it. It was serious. Now she knew her father’s decision from last night, and here it was the next morning. Her clothes were going into the van. All of them.

Tom looked up when he heard Kimberly’s dad shout to him. He saw Mr. Adams at the front door motioning him to come over. He looked at Kimberly one more time and said “OK, I’ll try to help you.” He let go of her hands and walked all the way up to Mr. Adams.

Kimberly turned and stood by to watch Tom walk up to her father, she loved seeing his back twist, his shoulders move as he worked his way up the hill. She saw them shake hands and chat. Tom was shaking his head a lot and her father did the same. At one point her father motioned to Tom’s stomach or something. This made Tom plunge his hands furiously into the pockets of his baggy pants as if he was looking for something but never found it. Again he was shaking his head. The two of them were talking intensely when Kimberly heard someone behind her.

She turned around to see a man. Perhaps middle aged or so, not as tall as herself. She watched as he tried to talk to her while he avoided looking at her. The fact that the slope of the lawn had him at eye level with her breasts did not help. She thought she would help him out by talking first. “Good morning. I’m Kimberly Adams. I’m a nudist. Please don’t be embarrassed. It’s OK for you to look. Or you could just look at my face.” The man still could not put words together. He was very well dressed and about her father’s age. The whole time he spoke he kept moving his hands around the brim of the hat he was holding. This made him look very nervous. In a while he started to make sense. Kimberly noticed that he had his eyes closed. If that works for you, she thought, then keep at it.

“I’m sorry Miss Adams. We seem to have collided with your truck over there.” For the first time Kimberly noticed a car behind the van. There was a woman in the driver’s seat with her head down on the wheel. There was some damage to the corner of the car. She could not see if there was any damage to the van.

Kimberly felt terrible. She could see that the woman had been driving and could certainly guess at what had distracted her enough to rear end the van. “You’ll have to speak to my friend. He brought the van. Follow me.” She turned her naked back to the man and led him up the lawn to where her father and Tom were still discussing things.

“Tom, I’m afraid this nice man has a problem with your van.” The three men shook hands and talked. As they spoke to each other they did not look at each other much but kept stealing glances at Kimberly. Soon she decided she should get inside and let them work things out. She wondered if this would be a problem from now on.

Once inside she looked out the window of the door and could see them walking to the van. She knew why her father had brought Tom here. Tom and her father were here to empty her room of clothing. All her clothes were going away. It had been what she wanted, what she had actually signed up for. But knowing it was about to happen gave her a bit of a fright. Was this a good idea after all? Had she gone too far by choosing a lifetime registration? Was Strict Nudism too much for her? For anyone? It was all too late now, she knew.

Then Kimberly noticed the smell. She was shocked that she could smell it. Smell it here, outside her bedroom. It was sex. She smelled like sex. Just like after she would make herself cum over and over with a leisurely afternoon of masturbation. Her sheets, her room would all smell like this afterwards. It was Tom. He had turned her on so. And being nude her privates were exposed to the air. Anyone could tell that she was furiously aroused. But she wasn’t. She couldn’t be. She was a nudist. She should not be turned on if she was going to be naked all the time. She had to clean up. She didn’t want to smell like… That’s when she remembered. She remembered her mother telling her she would look like a slut. Well, she wasn’t about to smell like one.

She ran up the stairs and down the hall to her bathroom and into the shower. She was desperate to remove the telltale aroma coming from her sex but once the hot water hit her skin, once she was rubbing her lips, her clit she had to take a moment to enjoy her privacy. Soon she took her time and forgot all about everything. She pinched her long nipples and thought of that wonderful face of Tom’s, those great muscles holding her tight. She plunged her fingers into her vagina. Yes, Tom, it’s internal. She pushed her fingers deep inside, over and over. She rubbed her clit and pinched her long nipples. She took her time to enjoy it but eventually she had an orgasm unlike any before. It was more than gigantic. It was nearly crippling. She cried and leaned against the wall of the shower and re-lived every moment. She was naked and showing Tom the details of her naked body, outside on the front lawn. Look at my tits, Tom. Look at my vulva, Tom. Oh, he was so hot.

It took a long time to recover. She began washing again. Once she had she finished she shut off the water. She could tell that she was still having the afterglow. It was wonderful. She got out of the shower and dried off with her wonderful giant towel. She tied the long towel around her above her breasts and walked to her bedroom. There she looked at the piles of clothes and thought about what she might get dressed in. It was quite a long while before she remembered that she was not getting dressed anymore. Never again in fact. She had really done it. She unfastened the towel, pulled it away from her body and tossed it on her piles of clothes. Kimberly was a nudist.