Best Friends Pt. 04: Naturism

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Becky thought for a moment. "Well," she said, "an exhibitionist needs an audience. When I'm just naked, with nobody watching me, when I'm just doing it for myself because it feels good, that's a form of nudism."

"So, like now would be a nudist hike for you? And nudist camping?"

Becky nodded. "But I guess the exhibitionist side is more the times when I don't just want to be naked but I want to be seen naked by people, like strangers, people who weren't expecting to see a naked woman. And the kick I get from that."

Lisa nodded. "Okay," she said, "I think I get it."

"What about you?" Becky asked. "Not exhibitionism, I mean, but d'you ever feel like giving nudism a try?"

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

"Aw, c'mon," Becky 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?"

Lisa shook her head. "No," she laughed, thinking of the fact she had two brothers, and her mother and father in the house. "When do I ever get to be home alone in the first place?"

"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 -- Lisa's sweat-soaked tank top had cooled and now sat damp and clammy next to her skin. Lisa was quiet for a moment, then she stuck out her tongue at Becky and in one smooth motion pulled the tank off over her head. She was wearing a simple pale blue bra underneath.

"Okay,"she 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 it's just me that likes walking round completely naked in public."

"Slut," Lisa joked.

"Hey!" Becky 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," Lisa 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 they descended back through the woods and back to camp. Lisa actually felt quite brave for making the whole hike back in just shorts and bra, although she acknowledged that really she wasn't revealing anything more than swimwear would have. Also, she doubted that anyone they might encounter would bother to even look twice at her -- their attention would have been on her gorgeous and completely naked companion, not on the small-breasted girl in khaki shorts and a plain cotton bra. But as soon as they got back to camp Lisa put on a clean t-shirt, whereas Becky (unsurprisingly) remained nude until they had eaten lunch.

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

It was late and dark by the time the girls left the pub, and for a moment they worried that they wouldn't be able to find their way back. Fortunately their memory of the trail was good and they were soon on track.

Out in the dark and open countryside, with nobody any way nearby, Becky once again felt the call of nudity and removed her clothes, carrying them in a rolled-up bundle under her arm and completed the more isolated part of their journey in the nude. It wasn't a warm night, though, and she was shivering by the time they arrived back at their camping spot.

They decided by mutual agreement that as they were tired, cold and a bit drunk, they would just get into bed and Becky dived straight into her sleeping bag for warmth. Lisa was a little slower as she stripped off her shorts, top and bra before donning her pajamas; but at least she felt none of the awkwardness she had stripping in Becky's presence the previous night. She made ready to climb into her own sleeping bag when Becky looked up and slurred in a sleepy voice; "get in with me."

"Huh?" Lisa 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 instead Lisa lay down next to her friend and zipped the sleeping bag up around them both. Becky immediately wrapped all her limbs around Lisa. Her skin was like ice where it connected with Lisa's, on her arms and legs, but it soon began to warm. The overall effect, for Lisa, of being wrapped in a sleeping bag in the tight embrace of her naked friend was really rather lovely. Before now, she had worried about the growing sexual tension she was feeling toward Becky, but strangely now, in such an intimate repose, she felt only warmth, love and happiness.

"Thankew," Becky mumbled. "Yer the best Lisa." She'd laid her head onto Lisa's shoulder.

Lisa 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.

Chapter 11: Lisa Tries Her Best

Waking in the night, Lisa managed to disentangle Becky from her without waking her and in the morning awoke in her own sleeping bag. As with the previous morning, when she woke she was on her own in the tent, and when she emerged Becky was again nowhere to be seen.

That night had, Lisa felt, represented something of a turning point in her feelings about Becky. Not that they had gone away -- far from it, if anything she now felt a stronger bond of affection with her friend than ever. Sleeping with someone naked in your arms will have that effect. But she also felt as though she had a little more control and comfort about the feelings she had -- they no longer troubled her.

If anything, she felt happy she had them. She felt happy that she and Becky were sharing this strange experience, that Becky had chosen her and nobody else to share all this part of herself with. It truly meant something to the both of them, Lisa understood now -- a connection they alone could share.

Lisa found herself wondering, how had Becky felt all that time before she had told Lisa about her exhibitionism and her general desire to be naked? It must have been hard, to have that compulsion and not be able to act upon it. And now, what must it be like now to be Becky? To be so confident and comfortable with her naked body -- more than that, to want to be naked whenever possible, and to feel completely certain that there was nothing wrong with stripping off no matter who might see.

The woods were never quiet, but they were only the natural noises of the forest. Otherwise there was a stillness to the place.

In all the time they'd been there, Lisa thought to herself, they hadn't seen another person.

Lisa made a decision. Quickly, before Becky came back, she pulled her top off over her head. She pulled down her shorts and stepped out of them and after a moment's hesitation she did the same with her knickers. She balled up her clothes and threw them in to the tent, and then stood there, naked in the woods.

Everything seemed so still. A light breeze played over her bare skin, and she suddenly felt exposed and very nervous. She wandered around their little campsite for a few moments, unsure of what to do with herself. Unclothed in the open air, her body felt alien and unfamiliar.

It was cooler than she had expected, and the breeze, rather than pleasantly teasing her sensitive body the way she had expected from Becky's talk of the exhilarating freedom of nudity, was actually rather unwelcome - prompting gooseflesh and stiff nipples, not happy little thrills. She sat down on the ground, leaning back against a tree. It felt slightly damp against her bottom, and twigs and leaves poked and scratched her bare skin.

It wasn't, in all honesty, particularly pleasurable. Lisa hadn't had any definite expectations about being nude in nature, but from how much she understood it meant to Becky she had rather begun to wonder if it wasn't just a trick she was missing -- she'd been hoping that by stepping outside of her comfort zone and undressing herself it would suddenly all fall into place and she would be converted, as enthusiastic about her own nakedness as she was about Becky's. Maybe, she had hoped, she could find it in herself to spend time with Becky, both of them nude together, comfortable and happy. But she didn't feel either right now, instead she just felt awkward, self-conscious, and cold.

Lisa looked at her own body. She couldn't help but compare herself to Becky. Becky was busty and curvaceous, with a figure that intrigued and tantalized- her body seemed almost to cry out to be naked. Lisa didn't feel like her own body made such a statement, with her small breasts, wide hips and thick thighs. True, she had blonde hair, that was an asset. But her hair was straight and lifeless next to Becky's bouncy curls. She did like the fact that her blondeness meant her pubic hair was more of a honey-brown colour -- but while Becky's darker hair grew in a neat and unobtrusive triangle, Lisa's bush was uneven and scruffy-looking.

Lisa stood for a while, contemplating everything she didn't like about her naked body, then with a low sigh she headed to where she had discarded her clothes. She hadn't gone more than two feet, though, when Becky returned to the campsite. Becky of course was nude, and when she saw that Lisa was too, she gave a delighted yell.

"Hey," Lisa said, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Morning, you," Becky said. "Are you... just changing?" she asked, hopefully.

Lisa straightened up and took a deep breath. "No," she said. "I just thought I'd give this a try. You know, see what all the fuss is about?"

Becky squealed again. "Oh my God! I knew it! I knew you'd give it a go eventually!"

She ran over then and enfolded her friend in a big hug. Lisa felt Becky's bare skin against her own - the warmth of her body, the softness of her breasts pressed against Lisa's own chest. Her pulse quickened at the intimacy. She could smell Becky - sweaty, a natural, earthy smell. She returned her friend's embrace, holding her close, feeling her nakedness through her hands and arms. She held Becky tight - she never wanted this moment to end. Her stomach filled with butterflies -- and her pussy ached with arousal.

It was only a quick hug though, over all too briefly. They separated and Lisa staggered a little - dizzy with desire and exhilaration. Becky noticed this with concern. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Only you look a little flushed?"

"I'm fine," Lisa lied. "Just all a bit of a new sensation for me is all."

"OK," Becky said, "yes I suppose this is a bit more naked than you are used to!"

Lisa sat back down on the ground while Becky fixed the last of their breakfast rations. They'd be packing up their camp in a little while - the holiday was far from over, but they were only planning on having two nights of wild camping, for the rest of their holiday they would be pitching their tent at a campsite with showers and a shop and a cafe/bar.

Lisa felt uncomfortable. They sat and ate breakfast and the sheer act of eating food while naked felt bizarre to her. Being naked, she thought, didn't feel that bad, but it certainly didn't feel good the way it seemed to for Becky. It just felt weird. A bit cold, kind of uncomfortable, a little humbling, and weird.

Becky, though, was delighted, and she babbled away happily about how pleased she was that Lisa had "decided to try nudism". After a while Lisa began to feel a little dizzy again with all of it.

"I think I'm gonna go for a little walk," she said eventually.

"OK," Becky replied, "should I come too?"

"No," Lisa answered. "It's OK."

"Oh," she said, perturbed.

"It's OK. I won't go far, just to the other side of those trees. I just need to... to clear my head a bit."

"OK..." she said, "If you're sure. I'll be here if you need me."

"Thanks." Lisa stood up and walked away from the camp. When she was about 150 yards or so from the camp, she stopped, leaning against a tree.

Look at yourself, she thought. Look what you're doing. You're starkers in a forest. This isn't you - what are you doing?

It was an uncomfortable truth; Lisa was no nudist. Being naked didn't fill her with joy or freedom or any of the lovely good feelings Becky talked about. It wasn't even especially arousing by itself. She'd felt excited being naked with Becky but as soon as she'd stepped away that feeling had dissipated, the intimacy of being naked in the woods with her friend replaced by awkward vulnerability.

So why, she asked herself, are you still here, why are you still naked?

The answer, it turned out, was obvious - because Becky liked being naked, and Lisa wanted Becky to like her. No, they were friends, they already liked each other. Lisa wanted some switch to click inside Becky's head, the switch that would transform her from her best friend into a kissing, touching, caressing frenzy. She wanted a bond to grow between them that was so strong neither could help but give in to carnality.

Now, naked in the cold light of day, she felt stupid. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Becky loved her already for who she was, as a friend, her best friend. Becky didn't want to kiss Lisa and touch her and eat her out until she screamed her name - she just wanted a friend who "got" her, a friend who didn't judge her need to constantly be out of her clothes and running about naked -- and Lisa taking off her own clothes wasn't going to magically change that into something more.

But knowing what Becky wanted didn't help Lisa. She still wasn't quite sure if she was content with what Becky wanted -- what about what she wanted?

Lost in thought, she was suddenly startled from her reverie by something she didn't expect to hear. A voice, shouting out.

A man's voice.

Chapter 12 -- An Unexpected Encounter

"Hello there! I- I say, are you alright there?"

Lisa snapped back to reality with a shock. Walking up the slope towards her was a stranger. A strange man. He was dressed sensibly for hiking - stout boots, shorts, checked shirt, a hooded top tied round his waist and a small backpack on. He approached her slowly and cautiously, and as he got closer Lisa could tell he was somewhat older than her, in his early forties. His eyes got wide when he got closer and was able to confirm for himself what he must have already suspected - that she didn't have a stitch on.

Lisa didn't say anything, didn't do anything. She just froze - like deer-in-the-headlights, motionless with shock and surprise.

"Are you alright miss?" the man asked again.

Lisa tried to talk but words had apparently failed her, and she simply made a "Guh-" noise.

"Are you OK?" the stranger asked for a third time. "What are you doing out here? Where are your clothes?"

"Gu-buh," came Lisa's open-mouthed reply.

For Lisa, time seemed to have slowed down. She wasn't able to move -- but at the same time she was acutely aware of every move the man made. He had stopped a respectable distance from her and seemed to be trying to be a gentleman and to not stare, but then Lisa would catch his curious eyes moving from her face down to her exposed breasts and further, running over her patch of honey-coloured pubic hair. Of course, this was probably a quick glance but to Lisa it seemed like an endless viewing of her body in all its glory.

A cheery and familiar voice calling out "hello?" took Lisa out of her spell, as at that moment Becky appeared from the direction of their camp. The hiker, already wide-eyed and looking confused, was even more surprised when he saw Becky confidently striding over, as of course she was as stark naked as Lisa was, but with none of Lisa's fear.

Becky's appearance snapped Lisa into action, and as if only just realizing her nudity, she blushed a furious red and tried to cover her breasts and crotch as best she could with her arms and hands. To Lisa it seemed as though the man briefly looked a little disappointed that she had covered herself until he realized that unlike her friend, Becky had absolutely no pretensions towards modesty. After all, Becky was in possession of a far better figure than Lisa felt she had, so it wasn't really surprising that the man would think it was his lucky day to see a naked knockout like Becky walking towards him, and he gaped as she came closer.

"Are- are you together?" he stammered.

"No, mate," Becky laughed, "you just happen to have stumbled on two completely separate naked girls who both decided to go to the same forest."

The man had to think about that for a minute until the joke dawned on him, then he cracked a friendly smile.

"OK" he said, "I suppose I invited that one. But what are you doing out here? Why do you have no clothes on? Are you alright?"

"We're fine," Becky assured him. "We're nudists, that's all."

That "we" was certainly news to Lisa! She wondered if Becky saying they were both nudists was a bit presumptuous, given that Lisa had only just consented to taking off her clothes -- although she supposed it was certainly a lot easier than any other explanation as to why they were both wandering round in the woods without a stitch on, and that Becky didn't mean anything more than that.

"We camped out here for a couple of nights," Becky continued. "We're on holiday. We thought nobody would see us here so we took our clothes off - sort of a 'getting back to nature' deal."

"Is that right?" the man asked, turning back to Lisa -- who wasn't getting the power of speech back any time soon.

"Uh-huh..." she managed, and nodded.

"We thought camping here would be OK," Becky carried on. "I think you just scared my friend a little is all. Is this your land?"

The man shook his head. "No" he said. "I just live locally, I'm just out for a walk. You're right, very few people ever come up here. I'm not surprised you thought it was private enough to do... whatever it is you've been doing.

"Truth be told, I'm not sure who owns it, there's about 3 farms hereabouts that could reasonably claim to but as you can't graze or plant on it I'm not sure any of them are bothered..."

The man chatted on, and on. Lisa wasn't sure if he was a real enthusiast about the whys and wherefores of local land ownership, or if he was just enjoying the fact that his audience was two naked 18-year-old girls - one of whom had no concerns about covering any part of her body.

He was clearly trying hard to focus on Becky's face, but his eyes couldn't help but wander, to take in her beautiful bare breasts and the dark triangle of hair between her legs.

As for Lisa, she certainly didn't feel ignored, but she didn't get the sense of his gaze on her anywhere like as much as she noticed it on Becky. She didn't really know what to do with herself. She wanted to turn and run back to the camp and put on some nice, warm, not in any way revealing clothing -- but she didn't dare leave Becky by herself with a strange man. True, the hiker seemed nice enough, but Lisa certainly wasn't going to trust him to be by himself with her naked friend. So instead of running she simply stood there awkwardly, covering her breasts with one arm, and with the other hand clamped over her pussy.

That, though, just gave Lisa something else to worry about, for as she covered her pussy with her hand she could feel, where the tips of her fingers touched her lips, a distinct and noticeable wetness. With shock she realized she was becoming aroused.

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