Becky & Lisa Camping Ch. 03

After Becky came back to the camp, we fixed breakfast and discussed how to spend the day. It was turning into a lovely morning and so we decided to explore the woods and vale in which we were camping, then come back to the campsite for a bite to eat, before heading off to the nearby village for the afternoon, a pub supper then a twilight walk back to the campsite.

I busied myself putting what I'd need for the morning in my backpack and lacing up my hiking boots, and didn't really pay attention to what Becky was doing. "Are you ready?" I called out to her without looking up.

"Ready!" she laughed. I turned. She was wearing hiking boots and socks and had her backpack on her back and sunglasses on - but otherwise she was still completely naked. I groaned. I should have realised when she suggested exploring the woods and vale (rather than going further afield) that she was intending to hike in the nude. Apart from briefly donning her sweater and jeans yesterday night she hadn't worn any clothes since the previous afternoon and she was clearly looking to go as long as possible before dressing again.

"Naked?" I said.

Becky nodded, grinning. "There's nobody around. I don't think anyone ever comes here."

"Don't worry," she continued as I groaned again, "I've got some clothes in my bag. I'll put them on if there are people around."

Somehow I wasn't sure she would!

We set off and, despite my reservations about Becky staying naked, it actually turned out to be a nice relaxing hike. And she was right, we saw no other people.

We explored the woods and made an ascent up the steep sides of the vale. There were a few times where the terrain was a challenge and we had to more scramble than walk - on a couple of these occasions Becky was ahead of me and I got a bit of an eyeful as she stretched her legs across gaps! My pulse would quicken at both the intimate view of her and her own unflustered attitude about how her desire to be nude was putting her on such display. I longed to spread her legs that way, to plunge my tongue toward the pinkness of her pussy lips - to eat her all up. I shook my head to rid myself of such thoughts. I wasn't gay and I wasn't even sure how to go down on a woman - I'd never done it (or had it done to me, sadly). All I knew right then and there was that I didn't want a man - or any other woman - the way I wanted Becky.

So help me, I'm a Beckysexual!

I managed to restrain myself though, and eventually we emerged from the woods to the top of the vale. It was a warm day and sweat glistened on Becky's bare skin - my tank top was damp with perspiration.

We sat on the ground overlooking the vale - two 18 year old girls on their first holiday away from home. One dressed sensibly for a summer hike. The other stark naked.

We sat in silence for a moment, then Becky turned to me and smiled.

"You're the best, Lisa," she said.

"Huh?" I replied.

"You're the best. I love you."

I wasn't sure what to make of that! "Aw, what?" was the best I could come up with.

"I mean it! I'm... I know I'm not the easiest person to be friends with. Being like I am. I mean, like this." She gestured downward, indicating her nakedness. "What I mean is, I know it must be weird and awkward sometimes for you, the way I behave, but you've never been anything but supportive. You've never made me feel like I'm doing something wrong by being a nudist."

I smiled. "Not just a nudist, Bec."

She laughed and blushed. "No, that's fair. I suppose I am a bit of an exhibitionist too."

"You've got that right," I said kindly, recalling previous adventures.

"I know..." she said. "I just - I can't help myself! I just get a feeling in my stomach and a voice in my head telling me I need to be naked and then BAM! I am.

"But I really am a nudist, Lisa. I just... like being naked, really. Maybe sometimes I want an audience. But most times I don't need one.

"But thank you for being so cool about it all, about me being a nudist and... everything else. It means so much to me that you let me be who I am, that you're so kind and supportive. I know it must be annoying to be friends with the crazy naked girl."

"It's not that, Becky," I replied. "You're not the crazy naked girl to me. You're just my best friend - who happens to be naked a lot. And if I ever seem like I'm not happy it's not because I'm annoyed, I'm just worried about you and I want you to not do things that might not be safe.

"But I love you whatever you're wearing or not wearing."

She gave me a big hug then, and for once it wasn't awkward at all.

"So..." she asked after we embraced. "What about you? Ever feel like giving nudism a try?"

"No," I said. I'm fine with it being your thing but it's not mine."

"Aw, c'mon," she grinned. "Don't tell me you've never walked around the house naked when you've been home alone, just to see what it feels like?"

I shook my head. "No," I laughed. "When do I ever get to be home alone in the first place?"

I had two brothers, and my parents in the house - our home was always busy.

"That's true," Becky said. "Maybe that's why I'm the way I am. Mum was at work a lot and I was in the house all by myself and I just didn't see that there was a need for me to have clothes on when I didn't want to wear them.

"I mean," she continued, "look at you now all sweaty. It can't be comfortable like that?"

It was true - my sweat-soaked tank top had cooled and now sat damp and clammy next to my skin. I was quiet for a moment, then I stuck out my tongue at Becky and in one smooth motion I pulled the tank off over my head. I was wearing a simple pale blue bra underneath.

"Ok," I said, "you're right about my top. But this is as far as I'm going.

"I admit, sometimes clothes can be uncomfortable and if they are it is nice to take something off and cool down.

"But that doesn't have to involve walking round completely naked in public."

Becky laughed. "No, you're right, it doesn't," she said. "I guess I just like walking round completely naked in public."

"Slut," I joked.

"Hey!" she objected. "I am not a slut! I'm an exhibitionist!"

"What's the difference?"

"A slut has a lot of sex with a lot of different people. An exhibitionist just makes a lot of different people imagine having sex with them."

"Ok, I'm educated," I said. "So do you like that... people thinking about having sex with you?"

She was silent for a while.

"Yeah," she said quietly, "I guess I do."

-

After that we descended back through the woods and back to camp. I felt quite brave for making the whole hike back in just shorts and bra, although I really wasn't revealing anything more than swimwear would have - and if we did encounter anyone I'm sure their attention would have been on my gorgeous and completely naked companion, not on the small-breasted girl in khaki shorts and a plain cotton bra. I did as soon as we got back to camp don a clean shirt though, whereas Becky (of course) remained nude until we had eaten lunch.

After lunch she, with some regret, finally put her clothes back on and then, both fully-dressed we left the vale we had been camping in and headed back in the direction of a nearby village which was a very picturesque place to wander around and (more importantly) had a couple of pubs where we could get a hot meal and maybe a few pints of cider.

It was sunset by the time we left the pub, and I was worried that we wouldn't be able to find our way back. Fortunately our memory of the trail was good - and of course during the journey back Becky somehow managed to find the time to take of all of her clothes and complete the more isolated part of the journey in the nude.

It wasn't warm though, and she was shivering by the time we arrived back at our camping spot. We decided by mutual agreement that as we were tired, cold and a bit drunk, we would just get into bed and Becky dived straight into her sleeping bag for warmth. I was a bit slower as I stripped off my shorts, top and bra before donning my pyjamas. I was about to climb into my own sleeping bag when Becky looked up at me and slurred in a sleepy voice; "get in with me."

"Huh?" I responded.

"Get in with me. In here. 's cold. 'm nekkid. Yer warm." She threw back the sleeping bag cover and patted the space beside her. "Hurry up, my tits are freezing!"

So, I lay down next to my friend and zipped the sleeping bag up around both of us. Becky immediately wrapped all her limbs around me. Her skin, where it met my bare skin (such as on my legs and arms) was like ice, but clinging on to me she soon began to warm.

"Thankew," she mumbled. "Yer the best Lisa." And she laid her head on my shoulder. I chuckled. "I guess sometimes it isn't best to be a nudist?"

But there was no answer, except a very loud snore. Becky was fast asleep.