While outwardly, Carol was able to project an image of sternness towards her daughter, inside she was shaking all over. It was happening. The one thing she had been wanting for all 42 years of her life was really actually happening! She was going to live a permanently nude life! No clothes on, completely starkers, as nature intended, the way she was born, skyclad, in naught but her skin, completely exposed, dressed in her birthday suit. All day, every day, for the rest of her life. She looked down and gazed at her completely bare body, at her boobs that jiggled lightly with the movements of the car, whose bulk almost obscured the rest of her form. At her stomach, a long field of creamy white skin, with the pit of her navel rising and falling alongside her breaths. At her unclothed thighs squeezed tightly together, hiding her sweet-tasting feminine treasure within. At her bare toes that dug nervously into the mat on the floor.
This is what she would be seeing every time she looked down from now on. No longer would Carol be treated to the sight of her shirt or her jacket or her pants or her skirt or even her stockings, socks, and shoes. The only thing she would ever see now was her bare, beautiful, natural self. Just thinking about that, thinking about always being treated to that wondrous sight was enough to make her want to leap out of the car, spread her arms out, and run around screaming "Freeeeeeeeedooooomm!" at the top of her lungs.
Not that she would of course. She still wasn't officially a Lover of Zenriah yet, and nor was she allowed to be publicly naked. And the car was moving way too fast to bail out anyway. Hopping out of the vehicle at this moment would just get her a broken limb or two, and that wouldn't do her or anyone any good.
But maybe if I was a Lover of Zenriah...would it be possible? The Scripture indicated they were very strong. Stronger than any ordinary woman...or even any man.
The Scripture. It wasn't here, was it? No, it wasn't. A shame; she was really aching to read it. She wanted to know more about her new faith, her new history, her new people. And more than anything else, Carol wanted...she wanted to feel closer to her Goddess. The Goddess...that was so far away now, forced to leave the world behind to save all that She created and loved.
And yet, the Zenrists I've spoken with seem like they are still with Her despite that. How could they have possibly reached Her across the light years? Something had to have happened to make that possible. But what?
"Ohhhhh!" she grumbled, fidgeting uncomfortably in her seat. It was just so frustrating being so close yet so far from her dream! She wanted to get into the Temple of New Deastone, see Celeste again, and become a full-fledged Zenrist, and she wanted it
now
! But she couldn't have it now. She had to sit here, in this car, and wait. If only she had the Scripture, the only thing related to Zenrism she actually owned (well, borrowed). Then she would feel like she at least had her toe dipped in her faith. And if nothing else, it would help make the trip go by faster.
"Is something wrong?" said Mindy.
"No, no, everything's fine," sighed Carol. "I just...really, really, really want to be there now."
The teen chortled with amusement. "Heh. Never thought I'd see my own mother giving me the old 'are we there yet' routine. Honestly, it makes me feel like I'm the mom here and you're the bratty little kid."
Carol let out a chortle of her own. "A bratty little kid. Yeah, I guess that's what I am. I certainly
feel
like a kid right now. A kid on Christmas Eve who just doesn't want to wait to open her presents anymore."
"And the type who doesn't like to wear clothes."
"Yes and the type who doesn't like to wear clothes. And who doesn't need to...anymore."
Carol let out a sigh as she ran her hands down the length of her body, tracing her collar, her boobs, her stomach, and both of her thighs. At least she still had her body in all its perfect feminine glory. Sure, it was a mess right now, wet with sex and perspiration, but it was still here, still serving as a testament to the Goddess' artistry and sense of beauty. And perhaps as long as she had that, she would still, on some level, retain a sense of closeness to Her.
Though not as much as if I had a nice girl to fuck. Sure wish I was still in the backseat with Henri and Katy.
"Mmmm." As if on cue, a murmur went off behind her. Katy moaned happily in her slumber, no doubt experiencing a sweet and sexy dream involving her mother. Or Carol. Or both, possibly at the same time. One could never be sure with that girl. Goddess knows Carol sure as hell didn't. "Mmm, oh Mommy," she continued, almost confirming Carol's theory.
A sound of hands slapping gently against soft skin followed shortly thereafter. "Mmm, you feel so nice," whispered Henrietta. "I could just hold these forever, Carol."
That comment caught Carol by surprise.
Huh? Who is she talking to? Is she talking to me? But I'm right here.
There was a smacking and slurping of lips as girl flesh was kissed and suckled behind her.
Wait a minute...
"Your hair feels nice too," Henrietta added. "But...when did it get so long?"
They couldn't be.
"Oh, Mommy," murmured Katherine. "Oh Mommy, I...huh? Wait...you're not Mommy."
It was just a trick of the ears...
"WAAGGGHHHHH!" Katy and Henrietta screamed, and Carol nearly jumped through the roof of the car. She didn't want to look behind her, she dreaded what she would see, but alas, her morbid curiosity compelled her. So she looked...and she saw...
Henrietta huddled on one side of the car. Katy on the other. Both blushing furiously across their every inch of bare skin and wearing nothing but an expression of deep shame on their faces. And in between them was Erin sitting just as nakedly and just as uncomfortably, looking half-shamed and half annoyed by the turn of events.
"Uh...what happened?" Carol asked, though she felt like an idiot since she heard enough to have a good idea.
"Nothing!" said Henrietta.