This is the second part of Sarah's story, as told by Rose. In part 1, she introduced herself and her need for exhibition, did a naked walk around town, met Rose and was waxed by her, and was the centre of a party. Here's what happened next.
The final night: A close encounter
This is the third morning I wake up since having done it. No, I am not taking about having sex. First done that a year ago (
in Part 1
), as I told you, when I had intercourse with a man. Once. I was not put off, mind you. Just not in a hurry to repeat the pleasure. I did masturbate countless times. That counts too, in my book.
No, when I say 'having done it' I refer to my exhibitionist streak. I feel that that is where I lost my virginity, because I believe showing myself is at my core.
I awake slowly and muse over what has happened the last few days. I have gone from strength to strength. First, I did a solo walk around a small town and showed myself to a man in the light of his downstairs window. I did not know then that a young woman named Rose also saw me that night. (And there may be others. Exciting to realise this!) But Rose seeing me had immense consequences for me and my progress. The next night she turned up at the school and told me that she had seen me on the first night. She then invited me to her apartment to talk about it. And for her to wax me, as it turned out, and make me as nude as the day I was born, in the true sense of the word, that is: minus any pubic hair. The third night she helped me take my exhibitionism to another level by throwing a party for me. I showed myself to a dozen people and masturbated in front of them. In fact, I masturbated together with Jane, who'd been ordered to strip by her boyfriend and follow my example. I am still under the spell of all of these adventures when I do get up and prepare for the day in hand.
This will be the last full day we spend here. I am having a late breakfast with my parents. We make no plans. We will probably take a short walk but spend most of the time lounging around in the sun, chatting and reading.
I sit in my lovely red bikini in a beach chair reading, when I hear someone call my name. I look up and see a smiling Rose approach me. My parents look up, ready to welcome our visitor. I get up and kiss her. 'Mam and dad, this is Rose.' I am hesitating on how to explain how we met, but Rose is quicker.
'Sarah and I met on a late evening when we took both a walk. No one else around and she did not look dangerous, so we got talking.'
'Mum and dad, it was when I couldn't sleep and left my bed for a walk.'
Rose sits with us for a while and makes conversation. By day she is as energetic, bright and cheerful as by night. And even during the day she looks great. She has got the greatest auburn hair, with a hint of red, that is naturally wavy. Now, when the temperature is rising, she wears the lightest of floral dresses but also her trademark black tights, the thinnest possible it seems. She sees me looking at her legs.
'Tights, you are wondering? I like the look, but really, I need them for my sensitive skin. I burn so easily. You don't have that problem, it seems to me? But I will take them off for now, just to fit in.'
She turns in my direction and away from my parents. She starts taking off her tights while seated on the edge of the chair. My parents can't see what I am seeing, that she is not wearing panties. In the half-shade under her skirt, I can make out her naked slit. Is she trying to tell me something? I blush, I think, but my sunglasses allow me to hide somewhat.
After this diversion, the four of us resume the conversation and it soon meanders along as before. Sometimes silences fall, but there is nothing painful. The languor of a summer's day takes care of that.
Suddenly, during one of these silences, Rose looks at me and says, 'Sarah, wanna come and go skinny dipping? I know a nice little lake nearby, where few people seem to come.' She turns to my parents and adds, 'You can come too, of course. If you can stand seeing two naked girls, including your younger daughter!' Wow, the cheek! I feel the ground slipping away. God, pray they say no!
My mother smiles to my dad, then to us and says, 'You don't think we have not done this? Or that we are shy opposite our daughter? I'd like to think we are quite open to her. Ray, if you are game, let's go and revisit our not-so-distant past!'
Oh, no! I cannot stop this train of events.
My dad replies, 'I am game, if Sarah does not think it embarrassing to see her old man and mum in the flesh? If you do, Sarah, I will keep my trunks on.'
All turn to me, my parents with an open, enquiring look, Rose with a sly smile... Now what can I say to that?
'Well.. If you are both fine with this plan, so am I! I am a little shy, I have to admit, but I know I should not be... I should be above being uptight opposite my parents, right?' I hope the smile I muster is confident.
My mum stands up to get a bunch of towels and snacks. I am thinking of the prospect of getting naked in front of my parents. What a week this is turning out to be! I am good with them, but to go to this level... To see my mum and especially dad naked... For me my exhibitionism has been a sexual act. To be naked with my parents can't be that, not for me anyway, nor my parents, I hope. Yuk!
We arrive at this lake. It is a hidden gem, away from it all, surrounded by a variety of trees and shrubs and with patches of sunlight and shade all the way to the lake side. We are alone here. Not sure if it would help or hinder me should there have been others. If those others would be skinny dipping too, it might help. If they'd be wearing swimsuits, it might hinder. Unless exhibition was on the cards, but as I said with my parents here I can't play on that. Anyway, I am a big girl and can handle this!
We lay out the towels side by side. Then the moment comes to strip. For me, it is the loose top and shorts I have slipped over my bikini and the bikini itself. If they care to look, my parents will see my side and back. I decide to run to the lake straight away - ooo, my breasts sway like crazy -, dive in and splash away. God, the cold-water shock is immense, but I soon get used to it. It is a new experience, actually, to be in the water naked. Another novelty! The feeling is great.
A few minutes pass and I am still in the water by myself. I have not seen my parents or Rose undress, but they have done at some point. I see my naked parents and Rose standing around and talking, as if nothing is the matter. Of course, nothing IS the matter. It is just me adjusting. My parents are just on this side of middle age and look pretty good. My mum's breasts sag a little, but then she has breastfed two children for a few months. She has a full bush that hides her sex. My dad's dick is pretty average, I think, but he has big, low-hanging balls. Mesmerising. I have to stop looking.
Then something hits me. A memory from early childhood, when I was five or so, which suddenly comes to the surface. The four of us spent a camping holiday at what would have been a nudist campsite. Seeing my dad naked brings me back to when I was confronted with his nudity day in day out for a period (three weeks?) when I was young. My memory issues three of four visual images of our naked family, naked other campers and lots of naked kids we played with. Plus, the vague notion of me not getting over my father's sex. Nothing threatening, nothing sexual -- just a mighty, unfamiliar part of my oh so familiar dad. My sister, although double my age then, had not undergone any change of shape yet. And my mum, her breasts would have been familiar to me. The fact that she had pubic hair would have been noticed during occasional baths together but not been of great interest. I don't think I would really have considered me and my sister part of the same group, the women, as my mother, to set us apart from my father. It was kids against adults then, no matter how different adults were between them. Of course, I could not have articulated any of this. I don't think we were at nudist campsites again after this holiday. I am not sure if I would be able to remember any holidays prior to this one. Were my parents nudists before they had us? It has not come up in conversation. My parents are no prudes, so would not have held back mentioning their nudist holidays had there been any, so they cannot have been passionate about nudism. Did this holiday in any way foster my own form of nudism? No idea. It is the first time I remember this, the memory triggered by my seeing father's sex again.
Note from Rose: I should not overstress the point, but Sarah emphasised the fact that nothing untoward happened, or was seen by her. She has happy memories of her youth, dad and mum. Her memory is just about the first time she saw and registered the adult human body, including her dad's scrotum.
I see Rose talking to mum and dad, in naked intimacy. Their conversation looks to be confidential. I am easy, but also curious about what is going on. The three of them hitting it off well is good, but also a little disconcerting. They will be talking about me some way, somehow. I would have expected Rose to stick with me, but no, not yet. After five minutes or more of me splashing about alone, it is mum that first enters the water, not her. I love mum, no worries, but I am unsure of Rose's game plan. Well, she clearly has a mind of her own, might be teasing me. She and dad have sat down. When mum is with me and we are swimming around, treading water, she says,
'We really like Rose, Sarah. You did well to meet a new friend like that. Holidays are great for this. She likes you very much. We know that much and that's all we need to know. We are cool. As we are leaving tomorrow, I just want you to know that, if you would like to spend the night with her, that is OK with us. It may be the last chance for a while.'
What??!! What set off that thought? Something Rose said? Something about the way I looked? I am confused, don't ask what I would like to ask, but instead say,
'Thanks, ma. You mean at her place? Or in my tent?' She looks at me with a puzzled look.
'Wherever you wish, dear. The point is, if you are interested in her, we are fine.'
My look will be equally puzzled. 'Mum, I don't know.'
'I understand. This is a strange place to have a mother to daughter conversation. But we are leaving tomorrow and I did not want to have you worry about what we would think. I am sure your dad agrees.'
'The thought had not crossed my mind, mum! In love? I like her very much and we get along great. But we have just met. And I'm interested in boys, I think. I have never been in love with a girl. But I don't know... I am certainly charmed by Rose and have nothing against being bi- or lesbian. She has not shown any interest in striking up an affair with me, I think... Did she tell you she is interested in me?'
'Yes, she did. And did ask whether you two could stay together tonight, if that was OK with us. I'd thought she had asked you first! Didn't she?'
'She did not! I don't know what to say!'
And I really don't. What a cheek to ask my mother, well... for my hand, so to speak! Don't know whether to laugh or cry. To expose me as a lesbian before I am even aware of it myself. If I will ever be one. The only reasonable explanation is that time was of the essence and she didn't think I would take the initiative. She was right. But she should have asked me first. There were opportunities! The cheek!
