Invitation

Small town, country girl is encouraged to open herself up to trying something new.

Author's Note: All characters are 18 or older of course. In the middle of chapter 1, there is a brief flashback of what life was like growing up. There is ZERO sexual connotation in these 4 paragraphs. Moreover, this small section says more about her relationship with her mother than anything else. All the same, feel free to skip over them. You can pick up the story again when the main character gets a text message.

Chapter 1

With light pouring in through the sheer, white curtains on her Victorian window, Emi opened her eyes just enough to turn off the alarm on her phone. She laid there on her white, bamboo sheets for a minute listening to the muted sounds of birds singing outside, and thinking about how her mother used to love mornings like this. Barging in with all the energy of a prima ballerina, she would swiftly make a beeline for the window and throw it open to allow fresh air and all the morning sounds on their orange grove to fill the room.

"Rise and shine sleepyhead. The morning is growing old. Get up, brush your teeth, and come down stairs before your breakfast gets cold."

Pushing that thought out of her head, Emi sat up on the edge of the bed and lowered her head to shield her eyes from the sun. With her tangled, wavy hair covering her knees, she remembered how her mom always loved her honey-auburn color.

"Don't you ever dye that beautiful, sun-kissed hair my sweet. It would be an absolute sin to destroy such a work of art. Angels would cover their faces and weep."

With a sigh, Emi stood up allowing her hair to fall to below her ribs. Grabbing her phone off the charger, she circled the foot of her bed toward her door. Hers is the largest of the four rooms upstairs. Following her mother's directive, she headed down the landing and into the bathroom. After freshening up, Emi passed by the half-wall that enclosed her father's office and started down the stairs where she saw his Stetson on a hook by the front door. Knowing he'll need it soon, she grabbed it and put it on low just over her eyes. Crossing the entryway, she passed under the upstairs railing as she walked into the kitchen and saw him at the stove in the middle of the island. With her naturally soft voice she asked, "You're making breakfast?" She meant it more as a statement than a question because cooking was typically Emi's job.

With arms stretched out across the island scraping scrambled eggs and bacon onto her plate, he responded, "Yeah. I hafta go into town, so I thought I'd go ahead and get it done."

Standing next to a barstool on the back side of the island, she quietly asked, "Daddy, do you know what day this is?"

"Yeah sweetie. It's been ten years and I still miss her too."

Emi lowered her head and rubbed one foot over the other. "Do you feel like you're losing her all over again?" He gave her a bewildered look. "I mean, it's like her face is getting blurred in my memories. I know we have pictures and they help, but they're not the images I have in my head. I wish I could record my memories of her and preserve them somehow. I feel like I'm going to lose her altogether."

Walking over to his daughter and setting his plate next to hers, he tried to reassure her. "You lost her at such an early age, and of course, memories do fade with time. That's only natural. But you will never lose her entirely. You want to know what helps me remember your mother's face?" Soundlessly she nodded her head. He tilted the hat back on her head and tenderly cupped her soft cheeks with his strong, ruff hands. "I look at you. You look more like your mother every day. You have her delicate nose, pouty lips, and her large, emerald green eyes."

With emotions swelling up in her, Emi wrapped her arms around her dad's torso and buried her head in his chest. He is a solid, hairy man with wide shoulders and a narrow waist, and being a foot shorter than him, she was warmed by his embrace. Emi always saw him in those Eastern European gymnasts during the Olympics. She supposed, however, she was probably combining her own love for gymnastics and what little she's heard about his family fleeing Czechoslovakia.

Releasing his grip on her petite shoulders, he saw his hat falling off of her, so he grabbed it and put it on himself leaving her as naked as the day she was born. "One thing your mother and I have always wanted is for you to be happy. You know that, right?"

"Of course I know that." She said in a puzzled tone.

"And you're happy?"

"Of course I am. Where is this coming from?"

"I'm just making sure. You'll be graduating soon, and you have a lot of big decisions ahead of you. I just want you to think things through because what's important to you now may not be in 5 or 10 years. I also don't want you to miss out on life. I don't want you to look back at this time with regret."

Not knowing what he was intending, Emi thought she understood in a more general sense and agreed. "I get your point."

He smiled at her, bent down and kissed her, and then gestured toward her breakfast. "Now you go on and eat before it gets cold."

He watched his beloved daughter climb up the stool like a hairless hamster going up onto its perch. She stuck her butt out into the air before swinging it around and onto the seat. Stepping back, he added mischievously. "You also have your mom's cute, little, bubble bu..."

"DADDY!!" She tried to bark at him, but with her delicate voice, she was ineffective. She swung her leg out to kick him in the butt and missed. "Watch yourself!" She said as intimidatingly as her small frame can muster while trying not to smile ear to ear.

After Emi cleaned up from breakfast, she started her rounds on the grove with her horse, Honeycomb. Life on a citrus farm was all she knew, and it was all she wanted. As a kid she was always running around, climbing trees, and making up her own adventures. Sometimes she liked living in her imaginary world better than the real one.

This isn't how her life as a nudist started however. Just like all babies, Emi was happy to be naked. The difference is that her mother, who could probably be best described as a free spirit/surfer girl, was also happy to be without clothes. One of her mom's favorite things to do was to spend the day at the nude beach. Whether it was surfing, building sand castles with her daughter, or just laying out to soak up the sun, her mother ate it up and Emi followed suit. So by the time she was able to remove her own clothes, her mother never saw a problem with it. Whether they were at the beach, a public pool, or running through the sprinklers at a friend's house, it was only natural for Emi to peel off her swimsuit if she ever started with one. In fact, she hasn't owned a swimsuit in years.

It wasn't like there weren't any rules however. Places like school or pretty much anywhere inside were off limits, and if anyone of a certain age told her to get dressed, she would have to do so without question or attitude. She also knew she had to be respectful, responsible and have no dishonesty. Her parents had the ultimate trump card. If she upset them in any way, they could revoke her privileges. Emi learned some of these rules the hard way, but for the most part, this worked brilliantly and turned Emi into a helpful, dutiful, sweet little girl.

Being an only child, living out in the country and often being nude meant Emi didn't have a lot of other kids her age to play with or to have sleepovers. She'd hear other kids in her grade talk about their big plans for the weekend or riding bikes together until the street lights turned on; meanwhile, Emi and her best friend Yasmin were always the first ones on the bus and the last off. Yasmin and her older brother of three years are half Persian on their mother's side. Their parents bought the adjoining property before the girls were born. The two grew up as sisters, and when Emi's mom passed away, Yasmin's mom became like a surrogate mother.

Hearing her phone ding brought Emi back to the present. She retrieved it from the saddle bag and read the text.

-Yasmin: "wry" "at ur door"

-Emi: "brt"

Holding onto the saddlebag with one hand and a stirrup with the other, Emi rocked to the right in order to stretch her bare leg high enough for her boot to get into the stirrup. As she hopped up, she reached for the horn of the saddle and climbed with every muscle bulging in her nude, slight form before lifting and swinging her leg around to the other side. Emi then took off towards the house. Hair sailing behind her like a flaming comet, her body jostled along with the horse's gallop. With her breasts looking like flattened, ant hills, they only move slightly when she's riding.

"Look at that hot, naked bitch!" Yasmin projected through cupped hands.

Waiting until she got closer, Emi demanded with her soft tone, "I told you not to call me that."

"What, hot? Well you are."

"No. Well, I donno about that. I meant a bitch."

"Oh, you're that too."

"Gee thanks. I love you too."

"I know."

Finishing the knot on Honey's reins, Emi looked up at her friend. "Did you just 'Han Solo' me?"

Confused, Yasmin asked, "What?"

"Nothing. So, what's up?"

Yasmin has a heart-shaped face and a caramel complexion. She has black, shoulder length hair with dark green highlights, which she wears half up with two skinny, sleek tendrils framing her face down to chin level. "Are you ready to go shopping with me?" Scanning Emi's naked body down to her boots and back up, she muttered, "Well you'll probably need a little more than this."

"For what? What are you talking about?"

"Hello... prom?"

Declaratively, Emi put up both hands. "No. I am not going to that."

"Oh come on. This is a right of passage, a once in a lifetime event. You have to go."

"Now you sound like my dad. Wait. Did he put you up to this?"

Mystified Yasmin asked, "What?"

"Oh." Deflating a little, Emi said, "We were just talking about this."

"Prom?"

"No, not exactly. But this does sound like something he wouldn't want me to miss."

Yasmin tipped her head down, shifting the two straightened wisps of hair in front of her face forward, and lifted her golden eyes to look at her friend. "Would that be so bad? Having a dad who wants you to go out dancing with a boy and have some fun? My dad wishes I'd stay locked up in my room forever."

"No he doesn't." Emi said supportively even though she thought Yasmin might be right. Mr. Stephens is always congenial around Emi, even pleasant; although, his eyes tell her that he definitely has some thoughts about how she presents herself. To his credit, he certainly is loving toward his daughter. Emi suspects, the appreciation is reciprocated. She also has to respect how much Yasmin is her father's daughter. For better or worse, he is the source of her type-A determination, her natural book-smarts, and her "always put together" look.

She sat down on the step outside her house bewildered and indecisive. "This really isn't my thing, y'know."

"Well it's not my thing to sit in the dirt, so..." Yasmin gestured toward the door expectedly.

The naked girl looked up and saw a white, pleated miniskirt that just covered a pair of honeydew melons and was accented with a chain belt. This was topped with a sleeveless, black button down that tucked away a pair of cantaloupes. "Wait, you mentioned a 'boy.' Who am I supposed to be going with? Or, am I just supposed to tag along with you and your boyfriend all night? You know I love Jake, but that's not happening."

"Oh, I've got that covered too." Yasmin said with a sweet smile.

"Ok... That's not cryptic at all."

Changing the subject, Yasmin gestured for her hand to pull her up to her feet. "Come on, we hafta put some clothes on you so we can buy you new clothes. But first, you're getting a shower because you smell like horse and sweat." Groaning, Emi stood. "Just let me put Honey away."

Stepping into the shower, Emi moaned under the cool water on this humid day. She filled her hands with the clear liquid and splashed it on her face. Turning the temperature up, she allowed the tepid water to travel across her warm, tanned skin. Taking the loofah and filling it with her favorite cucumber scented body wash, she started at her cream-colored areolas and rubbed the lather across her chest and down her toned belly. She caressed the loofah over her shoulders and down her arms before soaping up one leg and then the other. Quickly, she used a razor to shave herself clean. From time to time, she'll think about letting a runway or something grow out just because she's not a fan about how juvenile she looks with no hair between her legs. Ultimately though, she always decides to keep doing what she's been doing because she's always done it that way. While rinsing her most tender area clean, she started rubbing her hidden inner lips, but upon hearing her friend calling out, she decided against it. After turning the temperature down for one more rinse, she got out and grabbed a towel.

Having heard Emi walking back, Yasmin blurted out, "Girl, for someone who doesn't like clothes, you have a lot of good stuff here. Where did you get all of this, and why don't you wear any of it?"

Sitting nude on her bed, Emi answered, "It's mostly my mom's. I thought I could use some of it, y'know, for school and stuff. So I pulled a lot of her old boxes out to hang up in here. And I don't dislike clothes; I just prefer not to wear them."

Yasmin disagreed. "The only times I've ever seen you wear clothes, they've always been plain and way too big."

"Look at me." Emi said with a gesture. "Everything is too big, even from this closet."

"It doesn't hafta be. We'll work on that later, but for now..." Yasmin pulled out a batiste, baby blue sundress with spaghetti straps and a low cut. Handing it to Emi, she said, "Put this on; we hafta get going."

Without argument, Emi stood up, slipped the dress on over her head and smoothed it over her slightly damp, slender frame. Yasmin stood there for a bit checking out how it fits. She pinched the back of the dress and said, "I need to take it in a little around the waist, and I'd also like to shorten it some. But for now..." Yasmin removed her belt and wrapped it around Emi's small hips, so it hung low. This accentuated her long torso.

Rubbing her warm, soft areolas, Emi saw her dress wasn't see-through, but if her nipples got hard enough, they'd easily poke out under the fabric. This wasn't something she was too concerned with and accepted the evaluation. Looking back to the mirror however, her eyes went down to the flatness of her chest and thought they looked like a pair of fried eggs.

Noticing this, Yasmin moved in front of her friend and undid the top button and then another. "You know girls with small breasts can have fun with clothes too. No really! You can get away with wearing things that make me look obscene."

Emi knew her dad and Yasmin were about the same height without heels, but with her wedge sandals, her legs went on for miles. The larger draw was of course Yasmin's ample breasts with a booty to match. Furthermore, she seems to always be polished and stylish. Whether she's on a date, at school, or playing in the volleyball championships, she manages to have a "no hair out of place" look about her.

"I could get away without these two buttons if I showed most of my bra, but you can even do this..." Yasmin reached out to unhook a third button and folded the fabric back to show off skin an inch above her navel, then she stepped to the side so they both could look in the mirror.

"This isn't obscene?" Emi asked dryly while lifting her eyes to see the tall beauty.

"Not for you. Just act naturally and try to keep your hands from fidgeting with the dress."

"How am I supposed to act natural in this?"

"So you're fine while naked, but you're uncomfortable in this?"

"Well yeah." Emi paused to think. "You remember that scene in Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts explained that when she wears her own clothes she's ready to handle anything, but when Jason Alexander hit on her while wearing a dress, she had never felt so cheap?"

"So I'm Jason Alexander and I'm making you feel like a whore?"

Not seeing the joke and not wanting to offend, Emi blurted, "No, no. Not like that. I just meant..."

Yasmin held up a hand while chuckling at her sweet, innocent friend. "I know what you meant. Nakedness is your armor."

Emi thought about it. "No. Okay, maybe that analogy doesn't work because nakedness is my happy state of dress. And this still feels strange." She said while pinching her dress.

"Well, as fun as it would be, you can't go to the mall with me or to the prom naked. Who knows, maybe you'll find this is the next best thing. What do you say?"

Defeated, Emi agreed.

Excitedly, Yasmin exclaimed nearly in one breath, "Are you sure-This is gonna be so much fun-I'm gonna change your life."

Chapter 2

In a neighboring town, Emi and Yasmin saw their friends, Misty and Chelsea, walk up to them at the entrance of the mall. At 5'5," Misty is an inch shorter than her fraternal twin. However, it's easy to assume she is smaller than that because of the natural innocence of her face, a proportionately shorter torso, and a softened frame. She has long, light brown braids that start below the ears and very expressive, electric blue eyes. She was wearing a short, black miniskirt that splits over the left leg with her creamy, delicious thighs spilling out of it. She also had a thin, white T-shirt with three quarter sleeves that covered a pair of B-cups.

From a distance, Misty called out, "Who is that with you Yaz? I know it can't be Emi." Closing the distance, Misty continued, "You must be threatening her or blackmailing her or something. Em, blink twice if you're under duress."

"Very funny." Emi said dryly while the girls all hugged each other.

"Seriously though..." Chelsea said to Yasmin while sliding a finger down Emi's chest in-between her makeshift V-neck. "How did you get our girl to change it up like this?"

Chelsea has an oval face with a dimple in her chin and long, almond brown hair. Her C-cups are filling out a black, lace up the front crop top that shows off her sapphire blue, double gem, belly ring that matches the color of her eyes. Chelsea loves all sports, and her body shows it. In particularly, her tight jeans are showing off how the perfect shape of her ass and outer thighs are sharply sculpted and rock hard.

Mischievously, Yasmin hinted, "I just suggested we play around a little."

"Yeah, apparently fun isn't just for you big girls." Emi said cheekily.

Circling the mall, the girls went to a couple of stores and found a few dazzling dresses. Misty found an adorable, strapless, babydoll dress in a cotton candy pink which displayed both her sweet and sultry sides. The short, formal gown featured lovely beaded embroidery on the bodice, while straps crisscrossed over the lower half of her open back in a sexy corset design. It also had a short, voluminous puff skirt and multiple layers of tulle which showed off her delicious legs.

Additionally, Chelsea got a long, purple ball-gown with beading on a fitted bodice and a sheer inset for a deep V-neckline. It had shimmering shoulder straps that led to a low V-back and a floor-length, A-line skirt with a sheer, glitter overlay that opened in a side slit running to the top of her right thigh.

Not liking anything she's seeing, Yasmin suggested going to a boutique down the street, but Emi demanded they stop for lunch at Nikki's Bar N' Grill before leaving the mall. After ordering their food at one of the outdoor tables, Yasmin asked Emi, "So, how do you like the dress after spending a couple hours in it?"

"Yeah, honestly I haven't minded it."