Finding Goddess Ch 06

"Well, that was...something."

Carol and Henrietta were back in the car and back on the road, putting the Temple of Zenriah, the city of New Deastone, and the myriad of permanently naked women living in it behind them. Both were still damp from the time they each spent bathing in the grotto, the redhead having done so sometime after Carol and Celeste left, giving her even more time to spend with the nude Zenrists.

"Huh," was all Carol could say in response to her girlfriend.

"I expected a lot of things when we came here. I expected to see plenty of naked women. I expected to see plenty of naked you. But I did not expect to get laid in a place of worship. No, I wasn't just laid; I was in an orgy! They were all over me! It was like I was in a cocoon made up of hot, sweaty naked girls! I couldn't see, could barely breathe, and everywhere, people were rubbing their breasts and pussies and tongues and whatever else all over me. I didn't think I'd ever get out and that I'd be trapped inside them forever."

"Huh."

"Not that I didn't enjoy it, of course. It was actually really hot. I...think I want to get involved in more things like that in the future. Or at least more threesomes if that's possible. And I may have to experiment with some erotic asphyxiation, if that's okay with you. Oh, and the way they came all over me...it was like nothing I ever experienced. Have you ever been orgasmed on by six girls at once, love? At least, I think it was six, it was hard to tell. There could have been seven or eight of them, maybe even more. But it was amazing. One girl came all over my face, two on each of my boobs, and there were others on my thighs, my shins, my stomach, my butt, my hair, my back...it was like I was taking a shower inside a giant pussy!"

"Huh."

"Of course, it was a bit awkward once they all pulled away from me. I was completely drenched in girl-juice head-to-toe. It was dripping all over me, and I had trouble seeing ahead because it was all in my eyes. But even that felt kind of nice. Every drop that ran down me was like a little finger massaging my skin. It felt especially good whenever something slid down my ass or between my lips. It was like they were still on me, pleasuring me from every angle. Ohhh, I almost didn't want to rinse it all off when I went into that underground grotto of theirs."

"Huh."

"I, um...don't know if I actually learned anything about Zenrism, though. How did you fare? Did you have any fun exploits?"

Carol finally found the energy to say a complete sentence. "The priestess and I tribbed in the underground grotto."

"Really? That's it? All those girls, and you only did it with

one

of them? Well, I hope she was really, really good."

Carol closed her eyes. "Celeste was...she was something else completely."

She didn't say anything else. She only sat in her chair, back completely straight in an almost meditative pose, and smiled warmly as she remembered how wonderful the priestess was, and how she wanted to lay with her again. Just thinking of her was enough to make her shiver all over. Especially from between her legs.

"And...?" said Henrietta after a moment passed.

"And what?" Carol responded, opening her eyes and coming out of her reverie.

"Give me some details, love! What did she feel like? Was she soft? Was she strong? Did she handle you roughly or gently? Did her hair run like silk through your fingertips? How fast was her boob jiggle?"

"Uh, well, she..." Carol went silent. The memories of her encounter with the priestess were still fresh in her mind. Every time she closed her eyes, she found herself back in that pool of water, sitting astride the woman's lap as she was rubbed against her form like a big, moist sponge. She remembered every tender stroke, every forceful push, every loving kiss Celeste gave her. And with them, she recalled every pleasurable sensation her body experienced. Every flare in her core, every tremble in her spine, every throb in her nipples, every curl in her toes...

A sudden poke in her arm broke her out of her trance again. "Carol?" Henrietta asked, looking confused and somewhat concerned. "You're doing it again."

"Yeah, sorry, it's just...I...can't possibly provide a good answer that would satisfy you with words alone."

That's what Celeste said when I asked her to describe Zenrism to me. Huh...

"Hmph, fine. Keep your secrets," Henrietta muttered, clearly not satisfied.

Carol gave her an apologetic shrug and turned her gaze out the window to watch the world zip by. She wished she could have answered her friend's inquiries, properly describe her experience with the priestess, or at the very least give Henrietta something to fantasize about later. But she couldn't. Even if she was able to describe the sex in perfect detail, she didn't know how she would describe what the priestess said to her throughout. Or maybe she didn't think Henri would believe her if she did. Or maybe she wasn't so comfortable talking about it herself. Celeste's words perturbed Carol just as much as they fascinated her. They made the mother think that there was something to the priestess and what she represented, made her think that Zenrism was more than just some kooky cult with lesbian nudists...but no, it couldn't have been! It couldn't have happened. The woman couldn't have known so much about Carol, couldn't have learned so much about her just from having sex with her.

Truth be told, Carol had a hard time thinking of the experience with the priestess as completely real. It felt like a fever dream at the time, and it felt more like one right now.

"Will you at least tell me what that book is you brought in with you?" said Henrietta.

"Oh, this?" said Carol, glancing down at the tome she had been holding firmly in her lap. "Celeste told me this was their holy scripture. She suggested I read it."

"Oh really? Are you considering converting?" Henrietta's trademark sly grin started to spread across her face.

Carol snorted in response. "I think it's a little too early to drop everything I've ever known and swear eternal allegiance to a goddess I don't for a moment think exists!"

"So what if you have to swear allegiance to a goddess that doesn't exist? This whole thing was made for you, love! They're all nudists, you're a nudist. They're all lesbians, you're a lesbian. Or bi or whatever...you like girls, that's all that matters. They like sex, you like sex. Seems like a match made in heaven to me, or whatever paradise those Zenrists believe in. I've seen people find religion for less, you know. Take my uncle; he converted to Judaism just for the jokes."

"So you're saying it's okay for me to convert to Zenrism just so that I can run around naked all the time?"

"Yes! That's what you've always wanted, isn't it? We came to New Deastone to see if there was a way to get you naked forever, and we found a way to get you naked forever. So if all you need to do to get naked forever is convert to this wacky religion, I say go for it!"

"What are you doing, secret missionary work for them?" Carol deadpanned.

"Hey, I think this world could use a few more naked ladies in it. If that makes me a Zenrist missionary, then call me a Zenrist missionary!"

You're certainly acting like one

, Carol thought with an amused roll of her eyes. "I'll...think about it. Though I guess for the time being, I'll just read their book."

"Good idea. Hopefully it'll convince you."

***

Love was all Zenriah desired, love was all Zenriah needed, and love was all Zenriah could never attain.

Blessed and cursed with beauty like no other, all beings within the domain of the Ether sought the hand of the Goddess to be their own. To look upon Her form was to gaze into the light of a thousand suns, to hear Her voice was to hear the rebirthing of Creation, and to feel Her warm touch was to plunge one's being into the honey-scented glow of stardust. All hungered for the Goddess. All prostrated before the Goddess. All bled for the Goddess. All killed for the Goddess.

But Zenriah could not love them the way they wished to be loved. And they could not love Her the way she needed to be loved. But the more their advances She denied, the more suffering was spilled in Her name.

So Zenriah spirited away, never to return, to find that which She wanted throughout the greater Cosmos.

For too long She looked. Over stars and through planets, round moons and in storms. She ascended mountains high and descended oceans low. And still Her travels turned up naught. No love was She to ever find.

Then one eon, while bathing in the ocean, the Goddess finally found what she longed for. An enchantress like no other, radiating a kindness and a light and a beauty no being had ever possessed in all of Zenriah's travels. So delighted was She to find her at long last, Zenriah reached Her hands out to grasp Her love and never let her go.

It was only Her reflection.

And so the Goddess wept, plunging Her tears into the sea and on the reflection of Her being that She could never have. Cruel were the Cosmos for denying Her the one thing She longed for above all else, cursing Her to an eternity of loneliness and isolation. Never would She ever find the love she hungered for, and never would She find that whom She would love with all Her soul.

But in Zenriah's grief came inspiration. For looking upon Her perfect visage, distorted by the ripples created through Her tears, came the answer to Her ailing heart. The love She desired was not be found from without, but conjured from within.

And so the Goddess dipped her hands into the clay. Through rigorous work, she kneaded and molded it, bringing shape to that which lacked form, bringing substance to that which lacked soul, bringing meaning to that which lacked purpose. She breathed out all that She desired in Her lover, all that She wished to see, all that She wished to feel, all that She wished to love in her creation. And She formed it all on that which She found most perfect, most wondrous, most beautiful.

Her self.

At long last, Zenriah finished Her work and stared in wonder at Her creation, taking in every detail that She had molded with Her own hands. Soft tender curves. Taut rippling muscle. Flowing hair atop her crown. A sweet-smelling rose.

Silken flesh to devour. Sumptuous breasts to be grasped. Hands to hold Her in turn. And a gentle, melodious voice crying out for warmth..

Zenriah had done it. She had created Her love. She had created Her purpose. She had created the loveliest thing the universe would ever behold.

She had created Woman.

So enraptured was She by Her own creation that she seized upon Her childe. For twelve days and twelve nights, the Creator and Her Creation made love under the Earthen sky.

They caressed and they tasted and they grasped and they rolled. They bit and they suckled and they sank and they rose. They chanted and they hummed and they bellowed and they sang. They kicked and they struck and they pushed and they pulled. Then they burst and they flooded and they drank and they bathed. And they danced in a circle they prayed would not end.

Alas, fatigue overcame the Goddess' creation and she laid down to rest. But the Goddess would never sleep. She had found Her love and She would have Her love forever eternal. And so Zenriah dipped Her hands into the clay once more.

***

"AHHH!"

Carol nearly jumped out of her skin as a hand seized her shoulder and shook her vigorously.

"Uh, hello? Earth to Carol!" said Henrietta. "I asked if you wanted any lunch? After burning all that energy in the Temple, I'm starting to feel really famished here."

"Oh, uh, right. Yeah, I guess I am too," Carol stammered.

"Are you really?" said Henrietta. "You know, I called your name five times, and you didn't react at all. Thought maybe you were sleeping, but no, your eyes were wide open and glued to that book. It was honestly like you were in some kind of trance."

"Was I?" Carol murmured with a nervous scratch on her head. "Huh. I...guess it was just a really engrossing read?"

"If you say so," said Henrietta. "The service station's coming up, so we'll grab a bite to eat there."

"Okay, sounds good. But, uh, how are we going to go about that? I can't go out like this, and you don't have any clothes for me to wear."

Henrietta's cheeky smile returned to her face. "Oh, we're not that far from New Deastone. I'm sure plenty of Zenrists pass through here, so I doubt anyone'll bat an eye if they see you naked."

Carol didn't think that was a good idea, and she made sure to shoot her friend with a look that told her exactly that.

"Oooooorrrr I could just go in myself, get your food for you, and we'd eat in the car? Happy with that, spoilsport?"

"Yes, very," said Carol.

"Good. I'll go get you your favorite sub then."

Henrietta pulled into the service station's lot, parked the car, and headed for the building. Carol watched as she ambled along. For some reason, there was just something interesting about the way she was moving and the way she was glowing in the sun, but the nude woman couldn't put her finger on it. It was like there was something more to her girlfriend right now, but also something less.

"Did she forget something?" Carol mumbled.

It wasn't her purse, that was certain. She could see it hanging off the redhead's shoulder. But perhaps something slipped out of it? That was always a possibility; Henrietta had lost more than a few dollar bills and credit cards from an unlucky swing or two from her purse. Maybe those were scattered around the car? Carol gave the vehicle a once-over to check if anything had been left behind. There were a few loose items here and there, like a pair of nail clippers in the backseat, as well as a blouse and some shorts, but nothing a girl needed to—

Wait a minute. A blouse?

Shorts

?

"HENRI! WAIT!"

It was too late. Henrietta had already disappeared inside the station. And a moment later, Henrietta was already running out, red in the face, and everywhere else for that matter. She was naked; everything about her was on public display, and her pathetic attempts to cover her body with her arms did little to hide that.

The redhead practically dove into the vehicle, jammed her key into the ignition, and slammed her foot on the pedal so quickly, it might as well have been a single fluid motion. The poor tires screeched like they were in pain as the car sped out, and Carol very narrowly avoided doing the same when the sudden jolt nearly smashed her into the door.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME I WAS NAKED?" screamed Henrietta as she rocketed down the highway, putting as much distance as she could between herself and the dozens of likely very surprised and very confused travelers she had flashed not even a minute ago.

"I don't know!" said Carol. "I've just been so exposed to so much nudity today that it just felt normal!"

"HOW COULD THIS POSSIBLY BE NORMAL? MAYBE IT IS FOR YOU, MISS-I'M-TOO-SEXY-TO-WEAR-CLOTHES, BUT NOT ME! I'M NOT LIKE YOU! BEING NAKED SCARES ME!"

"Well then...why didn't you notice you were naked? You could have just changed back when we exited the Temple, but you didn't! So why didn't you—"

"I...I don't know!" Henrietta stammered. "I-I guess...I've also been exposed to so much nudity today that it just felt normal!"

"Yeah, that must be it," Carol huffed as she leaned back into her seat. "I don't think you even brought your underwear in here. Your bra and panties are probably still lying by the door of the Temple, assuming some Zenrist didn't throw it out. Or take them home to masturbate to."

"Ohhhh, what a mess this is," Henrietta groaned. If she wasn't driving, she likely would have let her face fall right into the steering wheel. "There's no way I can get out of this now! I won't be able to get changed until we get back home! Oh, how could I let this happen to me? Those Zenrist girls must've rubbed off on me or something."

"Rubbed off, huh," Carol murmured. "I wonder..."

***

The weekend passed by without further incident. The two naked women were able to return to Beringall without getting caught, Henrietta managed to get back into her clothes, and after all the panic and excitement in her died down, the two decided to wind down and enjoy a relaxing evening with plenty of leisurely small talk, romantic movies, and frequent bouts of lovemaking. All throughout, Henrietta whispered sweet fantasies into Carol's ear about how much she would love it if her friend would become a Zenrist, and Carol, in all her horniness, was all too happy to indulge her.

"You're going to be naked forever!" Henrietta would say as Carol stood tall and proud above her, grinding her crotch into her own, meeting each other clit to clit, while her hands reached up and took hold of each of the nudist's beautiful, bouncing breasts.

"I'm going to be naked forever!" Carol would utter back, grinding harder, jumping higher. "I'm going to be naked forever!"

"Inside. Outside. At the park. At the beach. In the grocery store. At school with your daughters. Everywhere."

"Everywhere! Everywhere. I want to be naked EVERYWHERE!"

They came to those words multiple times all throughout the night, and a couple more times in the morning. But alas, like all good things, it had to come to an end. Henrietta had a big meeting on Monday to prepare for. By noon, she was fully dressed and out of the house, but not without giving her naked girlfriend a kiss on the lips, a squeeze on the ass, and a quick swipe on her slit.

"Goodbye, love," she said. "And I do mean what I said yesterday and all last night. I'd love for you to be naked forever, and I think you'd make a wonderful Zenrist."

With her gone, that left the place to Carol alone. To lounge around and take it easy the way she liked to be: without a stitch of clothing. No pesky daughters around to keep an eye on, clean up after, or worry about scarring for life if they ever saw her bare boobs jiggling around. She was free to run around the house in her birthday suit all she liked, and nobody could stop her.

...

It was pretty boring.

Carol grabbed her phone and started dialing. Henrietta may not have been around to entertain her anymore, but the nudist knew of someone else who'd be all too happy to. She was fortunate to know a couple women in this town who were willing to have benefits with her, and she knew one girl in particular who would most definitely drop everything and come running at the slightest invitation.

"Hey, you've reached the number of Katherine Summers," said the automated voicemail message of said girl on the phone. "Sorry I'm not around right now, but if you just leave a message after the beep, I'll be sure to get back to you. Bye!"

Carol's heart dropped like a lead weight. In her experience, if Katherine didn't pick the phone up when you called, then she most likely wouldn't pick it up until tomorrow. Still, if the mother left the right message, it might incentivize her lover into being more...timely.

"Hi Katy, it's me. I have the house all to myself. It's so cold and lonely here, especially since I'm," Carol took a deep breath before speaking again in a humid tone, "completely naaaaaakeeeeeed. Won't you please come over and warm me up?"

Knowing that was all she could do for the time being, Carol hung the phone up and placed it back on the counter. Goddess, what was she supposed to do now? She looked out the window. The day did look pretty nice. Perhaps she could just go out and try to enjoy it.

But that would mean she'd have to get dressed. She'd have to put clothes on. Her girls would have to be tied up, her love tunnel would have to be covered, and her delectable derriere would have to be hidden under a detestable layer of cloth. As would most of her thighs, her stomach, her arms, and likely her shoulders. Her nude streak would have to come to an end. It had the potential to be the longest one she had in years, and it was already the craziest one she had in her life, and she'd have to give it up, just like that. And she knew she wouldn't get another streak like this again for a long time.