Thursday, February 26, 2009
“She was a groundbreaker for the Civil Rights Movement during the 1950’s, and . . .”
“I KNOW WHO ROSA PARKS WAS. I DID study American History. What do you want me to do?”
“We want you to come out as an Absolute. Declare yourself to be a full-time nudist and publicly go through the Ritual. Break the clothes barrier and work towards our full acceptance by the administration. Once that happens, we’re hoping to get a lot more recruits.”
“Ok, now I know you’re crazy. Look, I admit I like walking around in the nude, but I’m not ready to give up my clothes all the time. I’m planning on going home in couple of weekends, and I don’t think my folks are ready for a nudist daughter.”
“But sweetie, I know that you want to. You haven’t worn any clothes for over a month. Even while we’re talking, you’re fidgeting in that dress. It’s about as thin as you can get, and it’s obvious that it’s all that you’re wearing, but you look like you’re getting smothered. Why not just take that final step and get rid of those nasty fabrics once and for all?”
“Because I still want the freedom to wear something when I want to. Wait a minute. You mentioned a ‘Ritual.’ What was that?”
“It’s where a girl publicly declares herself an Absolute. She states that from that point forward, she won’t wear clothes for any reason. She starts out with clothes on, lights a bonfire, and slowly feeds all of her wardrobe into the fire. Everything—her blouses, her t-shirts, her pants, shorts, and of course any underwear. Once everything else is burnt to a crisp, she strips whatever else she has on, and makes this vow: “I swear that these are the last clothes that will ever touch this body.” Once she throws her last bit into the fire, her sisters welcome her into her new lifestyle.”
“You want me to burn all my clothes?”
“Every last stitch. Some girls in the past have donated their stuff, but we try to discourage that. Why give another pretty girl an excuse to cover herself up? We believe that the female body is a thing of beauty and shouldn’t be hidden.”
“Why me? I see that none of you have taken this pledge yet. You all were wearing dresses when you showed up.”
“We’re kind of like secret agents, infiltrating enemy territory so to speak. We were given special permission by the Sisterhood to wear clothes until the Movement takes hold here on campus. As to why we want you to do this, there are a couple of reasons.
First, the Dean knows all of us, since we all made our request in his office. We need a fresh new face to be our first official convert. You’re pretty, and presenting you as a convert gives us credibility when we try to get official approval.
Second, I think I know you. I know how to read people, and I can guess your history. You’ve always been a ‘good girl,’ playing by the rules. I bet you’re parents never once had to spank you, right? But deep inside, there’s a rebel who wants to break the rules and shake things up. Deep down inside, you want this.”
“Um, no. You think you know me, but you’re wrong. Like I said before, I like being a part-time nudist, but I have no intention of giving up my clothes permanently.”
“Well, that’s too bad, sweetums. I thought you might need a little help making your choice, so we took some extra steps.”
“What are you talking about?”
Amanda stood up, walked over to where Judy sat, took her hand, and pulled her to her feet. She nodded at Lori and Sophie, who also stood up and joined them.
Amanda leaned over and whispered in her ear, “We thought you might need a little persuasion. Right now, two other sisters have picked the lock on your door, and they’re gathering up your clothes as we speak.” While whispering in her ear, Amanda was sliding a hand up Judy’s thigh. “That’s right. They’ve brought some garbage bags, and they’re collecting every bit of those nasty fabrics. The next time you’re going to see any of those clothes is in the main courtyard when you toss them into a fire.” Amanda slipped her fingers under the short dress and casually brushed over Judy’s pussy, just for a split-second, then moved them away. Judy tried to stifle her moan, but didn’t quite succeed.
“We’re taking the choice away from you, Judy. By the way, there are three of us and only one of you, so I promise you that this silly little dress isn’t going home with you, either.” With the other two girls gently but firmly holding her arms, Amanda pulled the dress over Judy’s head and tossed it to the side. “There, that’s much better. You’re so pretty, Judy. Your titties are so perky, and look at these cute nipples, already rock hard. For someone so mad at us, you sure are turning on pretty fast.” A casual brush of her nipples, and Judy didn’t even try to hold back the moan.
Try as she might to avoid it, images were flooding her brain. An image of her throwing the last scrap of clothing that she owned into a small fire. Walking around naked everywhere she went. Oh, and the fuckings! It would be open season on her, the way the Code went! She might as well hang a sign around her neck that said, “Open for screwing.”
Amanda’s wandering hand was sliding down her stomach again, heading towards her bald pussy. “I tell you what. Let’s have a little pop-quiz, shall we? I think that the very idea of giving up your clothes for good is turning you on like crazy. Your tight little puss is just begging for some loving, so juicy, so open and wet. If I can make you come in under a minute, then we’ll take that as a sign that you want our help, and we’ll keep your clothes until the Ritual. If it takes me longer to make you come, we’ll give you back your clothes, and you can join us when you’re ready.”
“No, please, don’t do this! Aaaaaahhh!” The other two girls held her firmly as Amanda used her tried-and-true method of stroking her G-spot while strumming her clit. “No, you can’t do this! Ooooooooh God!!!” That was all she wrote. Judy came all over Amanda’s hand, and she knew she was lost.
“Now–doesn’t that feel a lot better?” There was a twinkle in her eye as she licked her Judy’s juices off her fingers. “Ok, sweetie, I have some good news and some bad news for you.”
Having been lowered to the floor of the shack to recover from her exhausting orgasm, Judy looked up at her tormentor.
“The good news is that I was bluffing about breaking into your dorm room. Your clothes are still in your closet, just like you are, for now.” Amanda leaned over and picked up Judy’s sundress. “The bad news is that we weren’t kidding about taking this dress. As you’re walking home dressed the way God intended you to be, I want you to think about this. I’m good with my fingers, as both my sisters here can tell you. But I think what really set you off was our little proposal.”
“And. . .what. . .if I. . .decide not to go along?” She was still a little out of breath.
“I would be really sorry to hear that. I really like you, Judy, so I would hate to do this, but we need your help here. We’ll give you a week to decide to cooperate, and then we’ll have to send an anonymous note to the Dean about your little game. We weren’t bluffing about that, sweetums.”
She squatted next to the prone girl, and parted with these words in her ear, “Besides, with a body like yours, it ought to be illegal for you to wear clothes anyway.” With the grin back on her face and a wink, Amanda stood up and walked out of the shack, her sisters behind her. As she continued to gather her wits, she realized that the other girls had taken their own dresses, not leaving her any chance to put something on to wear back to the dorm.
She spent several minutes pondering what had happened since she had first walked into her room that afternoon. What she really needed right now was a sounding board. With a start, she realized that her roommate Ashley should be getting back from her classes, and usually came straight home when she was done. Desperately wanting both a shoulder to cry on and a trusted friend to give some advice, she stood up, brushed herself off, and walked out the door into the woods.
Posted By Keith At 12:29 PM • Comments (7)
How should Ashley react to Judy’s plight? Suggestions are welcome.
Comment By Keith At 2/26/2009 12:34 PM
I’m hoping Ashley will get offended and make Judy feel ashamed, which will of course make Judy even more excited about doing it.
Comment By jabba At 2/26/2009 2:34 PM
Ashley would probably simply tell her, ‘You are already a practicing nudist. Why not declare it?’
Ashley could get all excited about the prospect of having the first nudist on campus as a roommate, and she organizes the publicity to Judy’s dismay.
Ashley lets Judy know a secret. She grew up in a nudist camp. This way Judy cannot say anything bad about being a nudist herself.
Ashley knows Judy isn’t a real committed nudist and so she holds the blackmail on the other side from the YWNA. Either secret gets out and Judy is in trouble… but this has the ‘reluctant nudist’ theme too much.
Comment By base At 2/26/2009 8:47 PM
After Ashley listens to what Judy says she becomes excited and they both become YWNA girls. And they all lived happily ever after.
Comment By Stu At 2/27/2009 6:20 AM
Thanks for the suggestions, please keep them coming. Base, I hope you aren’t upset that I took one of your created characters and extended her story. Did you ever have any intention of doing more on Judy? If so, sorry. I’ve loved this site since I found out about it, but Judy’s story was the first one that actually inspired me to write something. I’m not going to write anything unless I have something (at least somewhat) original to say. Hope you’re liking the story.
Comment By keith At 2/27/2009 10:43 AM
Keith, go for it! Wonderful tale you’re telling
Comment By base At 2/27/2009 11:21 PM
Please continue this story, I love it 🙂
Comment By b At 3/20/2009 12:18 AM