Becky & Lisa Camping Ch. 01

My best friend Becky is an exhibitionist. She thinks nothing is more fun than taking all her clothes in places where people are quite likely to see her. It's a side of herself she has chosen to share with me alone out of all our other friends, although I often find myself wishing she wasn't "Naked Becky" quite so often, to spare my own embarrassment! It's made worse because (despite thinking of myself as straight) I have something of a crush on Becky - something I can usually ignore, but not when she's naked!

As well as being an exhibitionist, Becky is also a more straightforward nudist.

Being the concerned friend I am, I have looked into such things on the Internet (which was an eye-opener!) and I know that there is a big difference between an exhibitionist and a nudist.

As I understand it, an exhibitionist is someone who likes to expose themselves or be exposed to an audience (of one or more people), or to put themselves in a situation where there is a risk of exposure. They get a thrill from this, in many cases even sexual excitement (I don't know for certain if Becky is turned on by getting naked in public places but I'm certainly turned on when I see her doing it, unfortunately!)

A nudist though is someone who just likes being naked; just having no clothes on feels good to them. They might be quite comfortable naked around other naked people or even people who aren't naked, but they don't need that audience - they'd be naked on their own just as happily.

For nudists, I have read, being naked is more of a lifestyle choice - they reject the idea that nudity is taboo, but they don't force their nudity on people - they just go naked at times and places where clothes aren't needed.

Becky is both. Sometimes she is naked because she wants people to see, but she's often naked just because she likes to be naked. And sometimes she's naked because she likes to be naked, and just doesn't care if anyone sees or not!

Becky's been an exhibitionist for quite a few years I think, but she's been a NUDIST only for about the last year.

I first noticed her nudism earlier this year when we were keeping in touch with each other by Snapchat. I began to notice that every time Becky would Snapchat me a selfie in her room, her shoulders and upper chest were always bare. I supposed she might have been wearing a very low-cut tube top but I didn't recall Becky ever owning one - in the event, I rarely saw any clothes on her in the pictures.

After a few weeks of continuing to get these photos and wondering about them, I decided to ask Becky what she was actually wearing in them, and it was then that she told me that she was now in the habit, when up in her room or alone in the house, of going nude. "I'm just more comfortable that way," she explained. "I only wear clothes when I'm around mum now."

Becky lived with just her mum and while her mum was fairly open-minded, Becky apparently hadn't wanted to get into a lengthy discussion with her about her preference for clothing-free living, so her mum was currently unaware of her nudism. But when her mum was out and Becky was home, she was most likely to be naked.

This became most apparent to me when we did our A-levels. A-levels are exams most British students take when we are 18, especially if we want to go to university. For a lot of us they are the end of our school education and schools typically discharge us for study leave in May, a couple of weeks before the first exams - there's nothing more to teach us, and it gives us time to concentrate solely on revising and preparing.

Study leave is for many of us also the first time we have long periods where our houses are entirely ours - parents are still at work in the daytime, younger siblings still at school. We can do, watch, listen to and eat what we like completely unsupervised between the hours of 8am and 5:30pm, at the very least.

We can also wear what we like, of course - so I suppose I shouldn't have been too surprised when on the second day of study leave I walked round to Becky's house, only to discover when she opened the door to me that she was completely naked.

I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was somewhat taken aback!

Prior to that day, I had always considered myself straight. I'd had boyfriends, crushes on male celebrities, and I'd never been troubled by any confusing romantic feelings for women. I'd certainly never wanted my friendship with Becky to be anything more than that.

But that day, hanging out around Becky's house while she spent the whole day in her birthday suit - well, it left me very flustered! I'd seen Becky naked quite a few times already by then - not just the expected changing rooms, or even our past experiences; she'd already got a lot of her exhibitionist tendencies - she wasn't disrobing with the frequency she does now, but it was definitely something that had happened. But that was different to spending an entire day with her and seeing her so casually and happily naked. Studying with her, eating with her, watching TV with her - they took on a new and confusing aspect when she chose to do them in the nude.

I suppose her appearance had something to do with it. Even before that day, I knew Becky was GORGEOUS. She has bouncy brown curls that never seem to need any attention to look great, and an "English rose" complexion that is to die for. Her figure is curvy but on the right side of plump - she's got big boobs and a great-shaped bottom but no unsightly bulges or lumpy bits. She's not a male fantasy come to life but she's exactly the sort of woman any woman would be delighted to look like.

So seeing her walking around completely naked - her pale skin, her uncovered round breasts with their pink oval nipples, her neat triangle of pubic hair and her soft, flawless bum - was definitely already testing my previously-assumed heterosexuality to beyond its limit.

But it wasn't just that which was giving me butterflies and damp knickers that day. What was equally attractive to me was that Becky seemed to be enjoying herself so damn much. She was lively and bubbly anyway - but naked she seemed so full of natural joy and life, like a spirit set free. We were doing the most boring thing ever - exam revision - and yet she was having the time of her life, or so it seemed. I was seeing my friend in a whole new light, and it was stirring strange and confusing feeling in me.

Becky dressed about 10 minutes before her mum arrived home from work, and shortly after that I left her place and went home for a family dinner. But I was thoroughly distracted all evening by my own thoughts, and ended up excusing myself for an early night.

I lay in bed but I was unable to sleep - every time I closed my eyes my brain would replay glimpses of Becky's beautiful natural nudity from that day. I fidgeted uncomfortably, casting the bedcovers aside. After a few moments I pulled my night tshirt over my head and slipped off my shorts and (now somewhat damp) panties. Fully naked on my bed I spread my legs and gave into my overpowering lust, masturbating as I imagined Becky not as a friend but as a lover.

My orgasm washed over me within minutes, and I sank back spent and breathless. But as my head cleared and I looked down at my naked body, I felt not satisfaction but a sense of guilt and shame. Becky was my friend - my best friend. She had trusted me enough to stand completely naked before me. She hadn't been trying to seduce me, she had just wanted to be herself with me more than she had ever been before. Had I cheapened or sullied our friendship by looking at her body and thinking only dirty thoughts? Had I crossed a line by making her the subject of my masturbatory fantasies? She would never know if course, but if she could know - wouldn't she be appalled?

I quickly put my pyjamas back on and shamefacedly crawled under the duvet for sleep.

The next morning I felt a little better. Sure, I knew I could never tell Becky my confused feelings and certainly never hope they would be reciprocated. But that didn't mean I wasn't lucky to have her as the friend I had, and if she needed me to be supportive towards her nudism then I would be, whatever funny feelings it gave me.

To my complete lack of surprise, the next time I called at Becky's house she was again completely nude when I arrived and once again stayed that way until shortly before her mother arrived home from work.

My next surprise came the following day when Becky arrived at my house for another study session. My family were also all out at work or school, and so we again had a house all to ourselves.

I was desperate for the loo and was just dashing there when the doorbell rang - it was Becky, and I quickly let her in before running back to the bathroom. I got distracted on the way back and it was a couple of minutes before I walked into the living room. And stopped.

Becky was sitting on the sofa. There was a neat pile of clothes next to her bag, because she wasn't currently wearing any of them - she was completely naked.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised - the past two times Becky and I had been alone together she had chosen to be nude and I hadn't minded, so what reason should she have for thinking she couldn't be nude now?

But I was still a little shocked. To just strip naked in another person's house - even a friend's house, even the house of a friend who you know doesn't have any problem with you being nude in their company - without at least asking first if they minded? It was a little bit presumptuous, to say the least.

Not to mention the effect it was going to have on my already confused feelings. I had been just about adjusting to the fact that Becky without her clothes on was something to which I felt strongly attracted - but that was Becky in her own home. Now, Becky was in my house, completely naked! My couch, which had previously been just a couch, was now the couch which had been in direct contact with my gorgeous friend's naked butt - I doubted I would ever be able to see the living room again without picturing her here nude, and I wasn't prepared for that.

My discomfort must have shown on my face, as Becky blushed a little.

"Oh... sorry," she said. "Is... this not okay? Only I was naked when you came over, twice, and I just thought... well, with it being just us two here, I thought it would be okay. I can get dressed if you want?"

"Oh! No it's okay, it's fine!" I stammered. "I was just surprised that's all! But it's fine, really! You be naked all you want..." It was my turn to blush.

"Really?" Becky beamed.

"Yeah sure, um..."

"Thanks!" Becky grinned, and leaping up she gave me a big hug. A big, naked hug. A big, naked, oh-God-where-do-I-put-my-hands, oh-I'm-touching-bare-skin-it-feels-so-warm-and-soft-and-perfect-and-oh-God-I-really-want-to-kiss-you hug.

Awkward hug over, we got on with the day's business (or at least, I tried to - having a naked friend is very distracting). Becky thoughtfully confirmed with me when my brothers would be home from school and put her clothes back on about 10 minutes in advance of that. When Jack and Luke arrived home even I had to laugh at the thought of what they might have seen, and how happy they would have been, if only they had arrived home a little earlier!

And so, from then on that was the way things were. Unless there were other people around us, Becky no longer found any need to wear clothes in my company, and I just had to deal with all the ways that was turning me on.

We got through study leave, and our exams, relatively unscathed, and then before us stretched 8 or 9 weeks of summer vacation before we would be going away to university. My brothers breaking up from school a couple of weeks later put paid to Becky getting naked quite so much when she visited my house but whenever I hung out at her place with her on days when her mother was at work, she was almost always naked.

You're probably wondering at this point if Becky ever tried to persuade me to join her in being a nudist - and why I didn't.

Well, she did bring it up occasionally, although for the most part she was happy to not put pressure on me to do anything I didn't want to do, and just grateful she could be herself around me.

And why didn't I just do it myself? Well unlike Becky I have never had much confidence when it comes to my body. I certainly don't have her gorgeous figure - I'm more of a "skinny pear" in terms of shape - and I'm not particularly fond of seeing myself naked and being reminded of all my flaws.

There's also the matter of my butterflies-in-the-tummy, heart racing attraction to Becky when she is naked. The confused feelings I have tend to also have a lot of physical indicators which would be a lot more obvious if I was naked: constantly hard nipples and the wet patches I'd be leaving everywhere I sat would soon clue my friend in that something was definitely going on there for me. Not to mention the fact that being naked with Becky and not throwing myself on her and kissing those beautiful big tits would be a supreme challenge!

Then there's simply the fact that, for me, being naked in the presence of others is more than a little embarrassing.

The story of the camping trip we took when we finished school that summer should explain a lot more...