Finding Goddess Ch 01

Author's note: Greetings, readers! What you are about to read (or more likely just happened to randomly click on at a whim) is the first tale of what I hope will become part of a much larger "world" that shall, in the future, encompass a wide range of stories pertaining to a fictional religion that changes the lives of all those it touches. To a faith that guides all those that follow it to the true meaning of life, the universe, and everything. To a creed that has been shaping human history since the dawn of time. To a wonderful, magical, awe-inspiring spiritual institute known far and wide as...

That Lesbian Nudist Cult!

In case the name didn't tip you off, expect to see a lot of female nudity, exhibitionism, and lesbian sex over the course of this story, especially in public places. Also expect to see some elements of low-key fantasy too as our heroines dive deeper into the faith, though what exactly that entails I'll leave for you to find out. But enough of my yammering, let us begin.

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Carol breathed deep as she watched the scene unfold before her eyes. It was beautiful in every way imaginable. A pretty girl with hair of gold and the face of an angel, wandering around the streets of some city in the Netherlands, wearing a big confident smile on her face, and nothing else. She moved with such an unearthly grace, wobbling her bubbly little behind sensuously to and fro as she walked, sneaking little caresses and tweaks on her perky little breasts, and acting like it was the most normal thing in the world to do.

It was enough to make Carol want to squeeze her own breasts. So she did. She ran her hands over her well-formed globes, reveled at how firm they felt in her grasp, and giggled at how ticklish her nipples had grown as they hardened against her palms.

The familiar tingles of electricity began to spark through her being, as did the warm wetness between her legs. It was time.

Carol's hand roamed down her body, gently stroking the tender flesh that was completely bereft of cloth. Tracing the orb of her boob, her trim flat stomach, and finally coming to rest in the dark thicket of hair where her treasure awaited. Already, she could feel her innards pulsing with anticipation, ready to accept the pleasure only her touch could provide. She ran her finger down her slit, gently prodded the nub of flesh protruding ever so slightly out of it, and—

"Hey, are you in here? I need to ask you something real...quick..."

—whipped her arm away as she involuntarily spun the chair around to gape in horror at the intruder. A person very familiar to Carol, who had just burst into her room without knocking, and was now looking at her, sitting at her computer, totally naked, visibly aroused, and very close to masturbating.

In most households, this wouldn't have been anything out of the ordinary. It would have just been another page in the ongoing saga of parents catching their teenaged offspring in the act while they surfed the net looking at porn.

This was not a page in that saga. This was not a page in any saga Carol had ever read about. This was a whole other story entirely. For Carol was not the teenaged offspring in this household. She had not been the teenaged offspring of any household for quite some time actually. She was 42 years old, and the person who just so happened to catch her in the act was none other than her own teenaged offspring.

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"And...? What happened then?"

"Mindy covered her eyes, apologized for barging in, and left. And I redressed myself. And we didn't speak of it ever again."

"Oh, Carol," said Henrietta as she rolled her eyes. "It seemed like as good a time as any to come out of the nudist closet to your daughters already."

"But it was clearly very uncomfortable for her!" said Carol. "I can't subject her and Erin to that kind of awkwardness in their own home."

"How did she look when she saw you?"

"Pardon me?"

"How did Mindy look when she saw you naked? Was she scandalized, sickened, angry, or what?'

"Well, I guess she...kind of had a smile on her face? And...I think maybe she choked back a laugh..."

"Then she didn't care," said Henrietta with a satisfied nod.

"Of course she cared! It was nervous laughter!"

"It may have been nervous, but laughter doesn't lie, Carol. It can mean many things: amusement, happiness, maybe slight discomfort, but never nausea, pain, or hostility. And you said it yourself earlier: Mindy hugged you and gave you a kiss this morning just before she left as if nothing happened. She saw her mother naked, and she didn't care. So why should you?"

"Because it...it would be awkward, especially if it was more than a one-off thing!" said Carol. "And even in the remote chance that it wasn't, then it most definitely would be for Erin too if she ever found out."

"I doubt that," said Henrietta. "And she's probably already found out anyway. There are no secrets between twins, hon. Knowing them, they're probably both laughing about it this very instant. Alongside the rest of their friends who they've likely just told. Catching you naked is probably going to be the talk of that whole trip for them!"

"Ugh, can we not talk about this anymore?" Carol groaned before she downed the glass of orange juice that she now secretly wished was wine. "It's really putting me out of the mood."

"As you wish," said Henrietta as she got up from her chair and rounded the table so she could stand behind her girlfriend and take a nice firm grip on her boobs. Her large bouncy boobs that were completely bare, like the rest of Carol's body. "Though if your tits are anything to go by, you may be more in the mood now than ever. Nipples don't lie either, you know."

"No, I suppose they...don't," said Carol as her lover tenderly massaged her lady mounds. It was true; talking about last night's 'incident' really wasn't putting a damper on her at all. She was just as aroused now as she had been since she threw her clothes off a couple hours ago. "Mmmm, that's so nice."

These were the times Caroline Connors lived for. Lounging around her home without a stitch of clothing on her body, and a charming lady to keep her company. She didn't get many opportunities like this. Work and taking care of two girls by herself meant she had to spend more time than she liked fully dressed, so she cherished every moment she could afford to be in the buff. And now that her girls were going away for a week-long trip with their friends, she had every intention of spending every possible minute of that time the way she was meant to be: naked as the day she was born.

"You like that?" said Henrietta before she gave Carol a kiss on the neck. "You like feeling my hands on your breasts, with not a strip of cloth between them?"

"Mmm, yeah, I do. I love it. I love feeling your hands on my breasts...yes, just like that. I love how you squeeze them. I love how you rub them. I love how you tweak my nipples—oh! Yes, just like that."

"I know you do, love," said Henrietta as she gently pulled at Carol's breasts, coaxing her to stand up. The mother obliged, pushing herself up to her feet with liquid-like grace to show off the rest of her curvy figure. The smile on the still-clothed woman's lips widened just a bit more as she saw her lover's round derriere come into view, jiggling slightly with the movement. "You love to be naked, don't you?"

"I do," said Carol as she leaned back into her, surrendering herself to Henrietta's mercy. "More than anything in the world."

Henrietta ran a hand softly down Carol's form, kneading her fingers gently into the nudist's shivering flesh as she inched ever so lovingly closer to her crotch. "I bet you'd be like this all the time if you could."

"I would," said Carol, stiffening as her lover's finger brushed against the hair of her bush. "I'd be naked all the time if I could. I wouldn't even own any clothes!"

"You'd be naked forever, wouldn't you?" said Henrietta as she ran a finger down the groove of Carol's sex, curling it ever so slightly at the end, prodding the sensitive flesh within.

"I would!" gasped Caroline, pushing her hips forward in an effort to thrust her lover deeper inside of her. "There's nothing I want more than to be naked forever!"

Henrietta sunk a finger inside her.

"And ever!"

Her thumb found Carol's clit and began to encircle it.

"And ever! Ah-AHHHHH!"

Carol's orgasm came fast. Her body jolted in Henrietta's arms with every wet gush she unleashed. It was very unbecoming of a nudist to be so turned on by her own nudity, to be so sexual with it, but Carol couldn't help it; it was very arousing to just be without clothes. And the thought of going for such long amounts of time without them on her body was the most erotic thing she could imagine. If only it were possible...

"And what if I were to tell you," said Henrietta, still speaking in that husky whispering voice of hers, "that it were actually possible?"

Still reeling from her sexual high, and feeling a little limp with only her lover's support keeping her on her feet, Carol merely half-giggled: "I'd ask 'how?'"

Henrietta guided the naked woman back into her chair before she answered, running a hand affectionately down her back and along her rump for good measure. "Well, I'd say it would involve getting into the car with me and driving up to New Deastone for starters."

"Huh? New Deastone?" That wasn't the kind of thing Carol expected to hear amidst their dirty talk. Heck, that didn't sound like dirty talk at all.

Henrietta returned to her seat at the other end of the table. "I'm saying that we should take a road trip to New Deastone tomorrow."

"That's about two hours away," said Carol. "What reason could we possibly have to go to that city?"

"I just told you," said Henrietta.

"You didn't say anything," Carol huffed, growing annoyed by her friend's sudden coyness. What kind of game was Henrietta playing?

Henrietta rolled her eyes playfully. "Are you going senile already? I said that if we went to New Deastone, then it just might be possible we'll find a way to make you naked forever."

"Oh, yeah, that. I'm still trying to wrap my head around what the joke is." She waited for Henrietta to grace her with a response. She didn't, save for a long unblinking stare and a prolonged smile on her face. "Wait, are you being serious?"

"I am."

"That's ridiculous!"

"I thought so too. But I saw it with my own eyes when I was there last week. Women just walking around the streets without anything on. Pretty ones too, might I say. You'd like them. I know I did."

"It was probably just a publicity stunt or something. You know how I get off on those nude in public things."

Henrietta's smile seemed to falter, and for a moment, even she started to look unsure. But like a rubber band, it snapped back into place just as quickly. "Maybe it was...but I was able to talk to them for a few minutes anyway. I asked them if they were afraid of getting arrested, and they said it was fine, that their particular 'brand' of nudity was legal. One girl even told me that she had been going six months straight without wearing any clothes."

"Six months naked?" How could anyone have a naked streak last that long? Carol was lucky if she could get a whole 24 hours. "And you actually believed that?"

"I can't say if I know for sure if it's true. But what if it actually is, Carol? What if there really is a place where you can go naked anywhere and everywhere for as long as you like, and that it was only a stone's throw away?"

"A two-hour drive is not what I'd call a stone's throw away, Henri."

"That's not the point! The point, Carol, is doesn't that make you at least a little curious? Wouldn't you want to see what's going on in New Deastone that would allow public nudity? Don't you want to see if your dream is actually possible?"

"It's not possible and you know it isn't," said Carol with a sigh. She loved to be naked, but she had to be realistic. "Besides, it's still a long ways off. This is going to be the longest time I'll ever have the house to myself, and the longest number of days that I can enjoy full nudity. I don't want to waste them on a road trip where I'll have to put clothes on again."

Henrietta's smile took an almost devilish turn. "Then don't wear them."

Carol blinked. "I beg your pardon?"

"Don't wear them. Just get in the car as you are Carol, butt-naked, and go to New Deastone with me like that."

"Now you're being ridiculous."

"Come on, Carol! Where's the naughty girl you told me about who would gleefully go on streaking dares at college? Where's the little she-devil who attended her classes wearing only a raincoat with nothing underneath? Where's the playful exhibitionist who would conveniently 'lose' her bikini on the water slide?"

"She got a job, married, widowed, a couple kids, and had to become responsible," said Carol with a sad sigh. God, she missed those days of reckless youth where she didn't care what polite society had to say about the female body in its natural state. Everything felt so free then—not as free as she would like them to be, but more than they ever had been before and after. Now the most she could do was be nude at home with what few hours she had to herself.

That, and go everywhere without wearing any underwear whatsoever.

"Carol honey, live a little!" said Henrietta. "Being cooped up in this house all weekend is no fun on our time off when we could do something exciting for once. Go to the big city, look for naked chicks, see how long we can keep YOU naked..." She got up from her seat again and sauntered back over to Carol, shoving the nude woman's chair back so she could straddle her lap and sit with her. "Don't you think that'd be really sexy?"

Carol wanted to say no, but a pelvic thrust from her clothed lover into her bare crotch snuffed it out. And she knew it would have been a lie anyway. Going to the city naked and putting herself as far away from her clothes as she could, was an incredibly sexy prospect. As was the prospect of seeing real living girls walking around in the actual naked flesh. It was something she would have killed for.

And...if it really is possible for me to be legally nude...

No it wasn't. Of course it wasn't, and Carol would be foolish to even consider it.

But she would never stop fantasizing over it. She would never stop dreaming about it. She would never stop wanting it. And with Henrietta grinding her form on Carol, stimulating her, exciting her, making her heat rise...she knew she would never stop getting off on it.

The image of her running stark naked through the city streets never left Caroline's head even after she all but carried her lover to the bedroom where they would continue their tryst in a more comfortable location.