There were seven members there, ‘Come on I’ll introduce you,’ Alison got up and lead Sara over to the main group.
They moved up to accommodate her and she found herself sitting next to a Hispanic woman in a dark business pants suit and a white shirt. She glanced puzzled at Sara’s clothes. ‘Hi I’m Maria.’
Sara’s attention went to the rest of the group around the table. Alison orchestrated a round of introductions. Sara knew a few of them from her school days but she had not seen any of them recently and hadn’t known they were members of NBFA. The conversation continued along it’s current theme, mainly about which establishments would or wouldn’t go CO. They were especially concerned about the mall and its dominance by a certain preacher and his associates.
Shortly after the conversation, really an informal meeting, got going again a man on the other side of the table rummaged in a cloth bag and brought out a box with large cigarettes in it. He lit one and inhaled deeply, holding it in for some seconds before exhaling. The scent of home grown grass wafted across the table. He then passed it to the woman on his right. A few minutes later he lit another and after taking an even bigger hit passed this one to his left.
Sara felt slightly concerned. Three years earlier she had worked hard to kick a dope habit which had spoiled her high school graduation grades, but she told herself that she had managed to kick it then and she would not now be defeated by a little smoke.
The conversation continued and Sara followed it as best she could. When the joint reached her she took a small polite drag, much less than Alison and the others had taken before passing it on. She was astounded by the immediate high she felt.
Maria turned to her during a lull in the conversation. Which had been about going to work nude or nearly nude. ‘Are you going to make the commitment?’
Sara replied with some surprise, ‘I don’t know anyone here except for Jane and Alison. I know about the body freedom association of course but not about joining or any commitment. What does“the commitment” mean?’
‘Pledging to freely go naked anywhere it’s allowed and the weather permits and to encourage others to do the same.’ Maria continued, ‘It took me some time to go out nude. My first topless in public was six month’s ago. Now I’ve got used to being nude in lots of places and I even go to the Mall topless. But now Martin has talked me into going the whole hog and coming out in full public at the same time he does, so two weeks time will be my big day.’
‘What does that involve then? “Coming out in full public,” sounds pretty dramatic.’
‘Oh it is. I, and Martin here, will be filmed on every one’s mobiles and these clips will be plastered all over the internet. We are planning a big event on the main beach opposite the court house. Hopefully it will go viral and more and more people across America and beyond will know about the body freedom campaign. Certainly my family and colleagues and those of everybody present will know.’
‘Wow that is scary! What will happen will you be reading out a kind of manifesto?’
‘We will go to the on the town beach a 11 am on the Saturday and read out our manifesto there. Each of us will then make our pledges to support and abide by it and then we will be “baptised” to confirm our commitment. We will be filmed walking into the lake fully dressed. I will be wearing this black pants suit that I used to wear to work. I dressed in it tonight to show people, but I’m getting so hot I’m going to strip it off soon.’ She paused and fingered the top button of her dress shirt. ‘When we emerge we will be naked and remain so until it is time to go to work on the Monday morning dressed as we will be from then on.’
‘How will you be dressed?’
‘Basically the pledge is for it to be the minimum that circumstances, that is establishment, employers or college, or the weather will allow. For myself as It’s my own restaurant that I am about to re launch as the first C.O. late night, silver service, restaurant and club in California. There I, and most of the staff will be completely naked except for some dramatic accessories.’
Maria rose and stepped away to a small empty table behind her. She had left a hanger and dry cleaners bag on it. Facing the group and still engaging with the conversation she removed first her black pumps and then dropped her dress pants making no attempt to conceal her groin or the fact that she was commando.
One of the men at the table called to her. ‘Maria, on the day you really do need to wear some really sexy panties, ones that will look great when they are wet.’
‘Martin I am planning to don’t worry,’ said Maria as she carefully folded the pants and hung them over the hanger. She then slipped her jacket off and laid it on the table. Before removing her shirt to reveal her beautifully tanned breasts.
Martin started to speak again but Maria got in first with ‘and a matching bra of course, I’ve still got to buy one because I don’t currently own any.’ She hung first the shirt on the hanger – buttoning it carefully and then the jacket, covering the whole outfit with the dry cleaner’s bag and laying it on the table.
Sara felt awed and scared but also powerfully drawn to the idea. She turned to Jane sitting beside her as the now naked Maria resumed her seat.
‘What do you think Jane? Have you been baptised into this cult?’
‘It’s not a cult and there is no real commitment only the embarrassment of admitting that you didn’t have the bottle to keep it up.’ Jane told her taking a deep drag on the second joint to be passed round. ‘And yes we have both been through this, it’s a great turn on. I know you have not even been naked in public yet but why don’t you think about it and practice minimal dressing. When you are ready you can announce to the world your sudden conversion to the cause of body freedom and swim in those jeans before stripping them off in front of the crowd.’
‘Wow that idea is scary! I’m still debating with myself whether or not I can even take my top off at Kale Pond.
The party continued becoming more and more relaxed as yet another joint was handed round. Despite only taking small drags Sara was beginning to feel very relaxed, giggly and light headed. Her top was beginning to seem hot and unnecessary with every one else naked. She fingered the buttons, hesitated and undid them and then untying the bottom bow of her shirt allowing it to fall open. She got a wink from Alison who was facing her across the table and smiles from several others. Emboldened she slipped the shirt off and hung it over the back of her chair. She then jumped as she felt Jane’s hand slide across her back and finger her bra clip. She started to push her away but then changed her mind and gave her a thumbs up. Her bra fell loose and the straps slipped off her shoulders the whole sliding into her lap.
‘Well done Sara’ Jane smiled at her and gave her a big hug. The sensation of hugging a naked woman, breasts squeezed to breasts was really arousing. Alison got up from the table and came round to do the same, the now hardened nipples of her breasts pressing against Sara’s skin. If they had gone on much longer Sara would have started worrying about the arousal caused by close contact with another woman as her own nipples started to harden. Did she have a gay side to her? ‘I thought you needed a particular kind of man to get aroused.’ she mouthed to Alison.
‘I lied,’ Alison whispered back. ‘Often women cause it too.’
Sara took another drag at a passing joint, a bigger one this time, and began to giggle uncontrollably. It felt so good to have her top free and with all these others the same. She listened and began to contribute to the conversation telling about two people she worked with who dressed for work in the absolute minimum of a long tee shirt for the woman and a short kilt for the man. As supervisor she had resented this the first time but the boss didn’t back her up.
Now it all seemed so different and she became more and more relaxed as the evening went on and even went topless into the diner to order food and more drinks.
There were more dressed people inside than outside. Only about a third of the women were naked and even fewer men. The rest were dressed, usually in short dresses or tunics or partially dressed. Many were wearing jeans or shorts but topless like she now was.
It was only when she looked around at the other people and found herself looking at some of the men in tunics or kilts. ‘Were they commando?’ she asked herself and began to speculate about individuals. Looking at men as they came in she watched their crotch areas. The thin fabric of many a tunic showed the shape of a penis tenting the material. When a man seated himself and sat with his legs open, as most seemed to be doing she got confirmation of her speculations as their tackle came into view, nearly all were commando.
Returning outside her relaxation, and her high, continued. She chatted with a couple of long haired hippies each wearing mini sarongs which gaped open at the front revealing their equally hairy genitals. Their pubic hair was dyed green and yellow to match streaks in their long pale blond hair. The guy was well muscled and hunky with a ready smile and a green beard, she was shorter with medium naked breasts painted with a fine feather design in the same colours as her sarong. Another woman with them was also blond. She was completely naked except that she appeared to have a soft green cloud around her. When she moved and the light caught her Sara could see that it was actually her body hair dyed pale green set against the deep golden tan of her skin. She had a lot of fine body hair and her vulva had a magnificent bush with the same green hair. The effect was really striking.
What had seemed a mere mass of naked and near naked people began to resolve itself into a wide spectrum of individuals. She settled down back at the table with the group. The weather had been hot, even by Southern Californian standards and the air was getting ever hotter although it was well past sunset, The sky darkened with heavy clouds and there was a feeling of a storm brewing. Sara became very aware of her jeans clinging stickily to her legs and she began to think about taking them off but she was still shy.
Alison announced. ‘This is getting too hot who wants to swim? I just love swimming in the rain,’ she looked at Jane and Sara.
Jane stood up at once, and several of the others followed. ‘Great idea race you to the jetty, coming Sara?’ she called.
Sara got up as well and kicked off her sandals before following the others down the wooden steps to a landing stage that jutted out over the arm of the lake behind the diner.
‘You going to take those pants off Sara,’ asked Alison, ‘The lake’s weedy and muddy and you’ll never get the stains out of those white jeans?
Sara had been thinking about whether to swim in her jeans, she had often done this in her early teens much to her mother’s annoyance, but now she was unsure. When they got to the jetty both Jane and Alison plunged straight into the water and She stood on the edge hesitating. Should she strip her jeans off and swim in her panties? Should she just stand and watch? Or should she dive in still wearing her jeans? She hesitated on the edge, stepped back and then forward again, still undecided.
Looking around nobody was watching except for Alison twenty yards out in the lake.
‘Come on! get on with it!’ called Alison.
‘Sara don’t be a wimp,’ she told herself and fingered the button on her jeans. But she couldn’t do it. But is was so hot, and the water looked so cool and inviting.
There was a splash below her and Jane emerged vertically from the water towards her and reached up.
Suddenly resolved she quickly slid her jeans down, and stepped out of them, hanging them over the hand rail at the side of the jetty. She then plunged off the jetty into the water. As she went down she felt her panties dragged down by the water until they were around her ankles. She pulled them off in order to swim. They slipped out of her hand and floated off into the dark water.
She plunged down to look for them but couldn’t see them. ‘Ok I’ll just have to go commando,’ she thought and decided to enjoy the water, striking out into the lake.
The three friends were joined by most of the rest of the party and they all enjoyed skinny dipping for some time. ‘As we were already nude it doesn’t seem so deliciously naughty as it used to,’ joked Alison.
Whilst they were swimming the rain started and it was soon a torrential downpour.
After half an hour the rain stopped and everybody got out and returned to the terrace where the party was continuing. Sara got chatting to a group of people including a man she had known in high school. It all seemed so natural that she quite forgot she was naked.
When the party was over and ‘Alice’s’ was closing up for the night Sara had become so used to being nude that she forgot her clothes, although she had put her sandals on. She got into the front passenger seat of Alison’s car. Jane came up afterwards, she had rescued Sara’s jeans and shirt from the jetty and the table. She took them into the back of the car with her.
‘Where to Sara?’ asked Alison.
‘My folks live in the Three Rocks area but I am really uncomfortable about seeing them tonight and explaining about splitting up with Peter. Besides I’m stoned and that would go down really badly.’
Jane invited her to come home with her rather than going to her folks and Sara accepted gratefully. She said, ‘after tonight’s experience I feel I have had a total epiphany about nudity and I don’t want to get dressed again, ever. — Or at least not until tomorrow.’ she added with a grin.
Jane told her, ‘If you come and stay with me you don’t need to dress until you go to work on Monday. I can lend you a nice dress or skirt so you don’t have to wear these pants.’ she said holding up Sara’s rain wet white jeans, she added ‘No panties though I don’t own any.’
Still high Sara laughed succumbing to another fit of giggles thinking of her panties at the bottom of the lake and said with an even bigger grin ‘who needs panties? Not me.’
Alison dropped her two friends off at the house in the suburb where Jane lived with her parents and headed home to her own bed.
As she drove away Jane noticed that she had left Sara’s clothes in the car. ‘Your clothes, Alison’s got them, sorry I forgot to grab them.’
Sara groped in her purse for her phone and started looking for Alison’s number.
‘You can’t ring her now she hasn’t got hands free and won’t answer until she gets home. Ring her tomorrow.’
‘But what about your parents? I can’t go naked into your house. You have a brother and you pop will be there.’
‘Of course you can, we are a clothing optional household, almost totally nudist these days. We rarely wear clothes at home so you will fit right in, Besides it’s 2.30am and everybody will be in bed.’
Sara was still doubtful but the house was dark as Jane opened the front door and ushered her inside leading her towards the kitchen turning lights on as she went. ‘Do you want anything to eat before we go to bed?’
Sara followed Jane through the open plan house which was now brightly lit and began to feel self conscious as she looked out into the dark yard through wide patio doors. Anybody out there would have a clear view of her naked. She swallowed hard and pulled herself together. ‘A glass of milk please and cookies or something I’ve really got the munchies.’
As Jane went to the refrigerator for the milk Sara sobered a little and asked her. ‘Where can I sleep and do you have any pj’s I can borrow?’
Jane laughed. ‘Sorry no pj’s I haven’t owned any since I was nine and went to friends for ‘sleep overs’, no sleep shirts either, I sleep naked – always have. As for a bed, I’m afraid you will have to share mine. We have my older sister, her husband and their two children staying for the weekend. The only other place is that couch over there and this place will be mayhem in a few hours when my brother will be getting breakfast and preparing for early baseball practice.’
Jane handed the cookie box to Sara and taking the two glasses of milk, lead the way upstairs. Her room was spacious and had a large bed. ‘Plenty of room for two.’ They drank their milk sitting on the bed and chatting.
Jane then showed Sara where the family bathroom was and gave her a spare toothbrush. When she returned she went and did her own ablutions.
Finally came the time to go to bed, both of them were really tired but fighting it.
‘Which side do you want?’ asked Jane.
‘It doesn’t really matter, but I’m used to the right side.’
‘OK, I’’ take the left.’ Jane Lay down and Sara did too. Jane pulled the thin cover over them and turned out the light. ‘Good night Sara’.
‘Good night Jane and thanks for listening and all your help.’
They both lay there in the semi darkness with the moonlight shining through the large windows. The lights of cars passing the house occasionally lit up the ceiling. ‘When we were standing by the window could we have been seen by people passing up the street?’ asked Sara.
Jane laughed. ‘We certainly could have been if anybody was looking, does it matter? I never close the drapes.’
‘Oh – no I suppose it doesn’t, we were naked outside before.’ Sara said thoughtfully, ‘I’m still having difficulty with this naked thing.’ She turned on her side away from Jane and the light. ‘Good night.’ she said in a timorous voice.
‘Are you OK?’
‘No not really.’
‘Would you like a cuddle?’
‘Yes please – but I’m not gay.’
‘Good, nor am I but a sisterly cuddle still fills the void sometimes.’ Jane rolled over and stroked Sara’s shoulder. She turned over and they embraced face to face feeling each other’s soft warmth under the cover.
Sara sobbed ‘I do really love him you know.’
‘I know you do, and it will be OK in the end I’m sure it will. He just needs training that’s all.’
Sara drifted off to sleep in Jane’s arms.