Finding Goddess Ch. 09

"But...but I've been in here for hours!" said Carol, feeling her heart drop into her stomach. "I put on my best makeup for this, put on my best shoes, made sure my dress was pristine! I even spent all yesterday in the spa just to have perfect skin! How could I possibly—"

"Exactly!" said Katherine as she gave Carol's gown a disdainful tug. "You've got all that crap on!"

"We all know what you look best in," said Henrietta. "And we all know what your special someone wants to see you in."

Carol blinked in confusion. What her special someone wanted to see her in? What did they mean by—

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP! A stretch of her dress was torn off, starting from the shoulder and extending down to her hip. And her black bridesmaid was the one holding the fabric.

"Katy!" she cried. "Why did you—"

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIP! Another stretch of fabric was ripped off from the other side, tearing off a sizable chunk of the skirt and exposing her leg. "Henri!"

More dress was ripped off, this time from her back. Then from her other shoulder. And then from her leg. Soon, the air was filled with a cacophony of torn silk screeching all around her.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING?" Carol screamed as more and more of her body was shorn of clothing and exposed to the air. The...cool, gentle, sweet-feeling air. It cascaded down her now bare shoulders, poured onto her back, pooled into her navel, and seeped between her thighs. Soon, the only thing between Carol and the rest of the world was her lacy white bra and panties.

"Putting you in your best dress," answered Henrietta.

"The one we all want you to be in," continued Katy.

"The one you are meant to be in," they both said in unison.

"Meant...to be in?" said Carol, who was starting to feel dizzy. "You can't possibly mean..."

There was a tug on her bra strap. A pop in the waistband of her panties. Carol could only watch as they both fluttered away from her and onto the floor, joining the pile of all that remained of her now ruined wedding dress. She was naked now. Everything about her was bare. Her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her stomach, her butt. Even her heels had been destroyed in the confusion, leaving her completely barefoot. There was not a thing left to cover her!

"They're waiting," said Henrietta, looping her arm around Carol's.

"She's waiting," added Katherine as she took Carol's other arm, keeping the bride from escaping.

"Who? Who's waiting?" said Carol as the two bridesmaids dragged her out of the room and into the corridor, towards a set of formidable-looking double doors.

"You know exactly who, Mommy" said Katy with a warm smile.

"The one you are destined for," said Henrietta. "She's always been with you."

"But...but I can't see her...like this," murmured the naked woman, who was finding it harder to think straight.

"Of course you can," said Katy.

"This is the only way you can see her."

"I don't...under..."

The doors opened, seemingly of their own accord. Behind them, Carol found herself staring at a chapel overlooking rows upon rows of seats where many eager guests awaited. Greeting her on either side were her two daughters, Mindy and Erin, dressed in identical blue garbs that made them nigh impossible to tell apart for anyone who hadn't birthed them.

"You look wonderful, Mom," said Mindy as she gave her mother an affectionate hug, completely unconcerned about her nudity.

"I knew you could do this," said Erin as she embraced her in turn.

Together, the four dragged the naked woman to the altar, where there awaited another equally naked woman. Carol went stiff the moment her eyes fell upon her. The tanned skin, the brilliant fiery mane, the distinctive symbol tattooed on her Venusian mons...it could only be...

"Ce-Celeste?" Carol uttered, totally at a loss for words.

"Yes, it is I, my childe," said the priestess in a tone that sounded like a soothing whisper, but carried with it a resounding echo. "Please, come closer. The time is fast approaching."

"Time? Time for what?" stammered Carol. She still didn't know what was going on. Nothing made sense. No one was telling her anything. Wasn't she supposed to get married? She didn't even know anymore.

"You know what it is," said Celeste. "You've always known. You've been waiting your whole life for this. You've been waiting your whole life for Her. And She has been waiting for you."

"Who? Who is..."

The double doors opened again. Light flooded into the chapel. It swallowed everyone, the attendants, Carol's bridesmaids, her daughters, the priestess, and Carol herself. She couldn't see anything, everything was just a haze of imperceptible whiteness.

But she didn't need to see. For everything had become clear now. Everything made sense. Carol knew what she needed to do, what she always needed to do, what she was always destined for. It was only the most natural thing, as natural as breathing, no, more natural than that.

Warm arms embraced her. Warm breasts engulfed her. Warm lips kissed her.

***

Carol awoke with a sudden jolt. That dream! She was in...she was getting...everyone was...she was naked...and she...and she...!

She blinked and turned her head around stiffly, as if it was on a swivel. She gazed at her surroundings. This was...this was a bedroom. This was her bedroom. In her apartment. In the great city of Beringall. And she was most definitely not...

Carol blinked again. What was she most definitely not doing? She had clearly been not doing something meaningful, because whatever it was, it was making her feel...making her feel...warm? Hopeful? Like everything was good, and that everything would be alright? What could she have possibly dreamt to feel that? She squeezed her eyes shut, tried to remember the dream she had, tried to dredge up any fleeting memory she could muster that could help her recall it. She found nothing.

"Figures," she groaned. "Just another dream to wake up to and forget. Like all the others."

Carol sighed. Maybe if she went back to sleep, it would pick up where she left off. That seemed worth a shot. Stealing a glance at her clock radio to see if she had any time, the mother couldn't help but groan again. There was only one minute to go before the alarm was set to go off. There would be no more dreams for her today. "Goddess damn it."

As she clicked the device off to keep her ears clean of the infernal country music that was mere seconds away from playing, Carol heard a murmur to her side and felt something shift next to her. Looking down, she saw the sleeping face of her younger girlfriend, Katherine, looking precious as she always did in her slumber. Just like a big, overgrown baby, Carol couldn't help but think with an amused grin. At least seeing her like this made waking up prematurely a little worthwhile.

Carol was half-tempted and let her faux daughter sleep in a little bit, but she knew that just wouldn't do. They both had work today after all. "Hey, baby, it's time to wake up," she said giving her girlfriend a gentle shake. It didn't work. Katherine only mumbled a few garbled syllables and rolled away, determined to stay in whatever nice dream she was having. This got a wicked smirk out of Carol.

"Okay, girl, you asked for it!" she snickered, flipping the blanket off and exposing the younger woman's naked body to her. So young, so slender, the sight of it always elicited a lick of Carol's lips, especially those cute little tits of hers that made her think of sweet melted chocolate. But it wasn't Katy's boobs that had the nudist's attention now; it was her trim stomach, moving slowly up and down with her breathing, showing off just off a hint of the sexy girl abs she was packing in it.

"THBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!"

That woke her up immediately. "AHHH! Mommy! What are you—"

"THBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!"

"AHHH! Stop it, Mommy! Ah-hahahaha!"

"Are you ready to wake up now?"

"Yes! Yes! I'm ready to—"

"THBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBB!"

"AHHH-HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

It never failed. If a shake didn't wake Katy up, if a thunderstorm didn't wake her up, if the coming of the Apocalypse didn't wake her up, then a few good old-fashioned belly raspberries and a lot of tickling would do the trick. The younger girl laughed, kicked, and squirmed uncontrollably in desperation as she tried to escape her torture, but it was all in vain. With Carol's superior strength and her hands wedged firmly into her armpits, there was nothing Katy could do; she was left thoroughly at the mercy of her dear sweet mommy!

"Okay! I give! I gi-hi-hi-hi-hiiiiive!" Katherine gasped. "Just, hahahahaha, stop, hahahahaha, stop, hahahahah, STAAA-HAHAHAHAHAAAAHHHHHP!"

"Okay, you earned it," giggled Carol as she mercifully withdrew her hands to end her lover's gleeful torment, though not before giving her a playful kiss on the lips. "C'mon, we both gotta get ready for work. Wouldn't want you to get fired, homeless, and forced to move back in with your parent, now would you?"

"Oooooh, I'd love to move back in with my Mommy," laughed Katherine as she sat up to hug Carol from behind and give her an eager nibble on the neck.

"No, I meant...ah, I guess I walked into that one. C'mon, let's go shower."

After cleaning and drying themselves off in the shower, the two women exited the bathroom, Katy wrapped up in a towel, and Carol content to wander around au natural as usual. Upon stepping into the kitchen where she intended to fix up a quick cup of coffee and breakfast, Carol couldn't help but look around with a feeling of bewilderment. "What the hell happened in here?"

The couch in the living room was overturned, assorted chairs were scattered all over the floor on their sides, cups, papers and other odds and ends rolled around haphazardly, and she couldn't help but notice that some things looked like they had accrued some new stains.

"Oh, yeah, about that," said Katy, "we got really wild last night and went through this whole apartment like a tornado in a trailer park. First we did it on the couch. Then on the kitchen table, then on the counter, then against the fridge, then against the door, and then..."

"I...barely even remember," said Carol.

"Yeah, it was really fast. Faster than usual anyway. You were like a wild animal, Mommy! I thought you were wild before, but last night was...it was like something in you just blew up! It was amazing! Made me wonder what you would have done to me in the gym yesterday if you hadn't caught yourself."

At her words, a realization of horror suddenly dawned over Carol. She darted her gaze to the door leading to her daughters' room, eyes wide with panic. "Oh shit! Katy we didn't actually do it in there, did we?"

"Um...I can't say. Like I said, we were all over the place. After you finished screwing me in one area, you would just scoop me up and carry me to another area and..."

Carol didn't wait for her to finish. She just about broke the sound barrier rushing to her girls' room and flung the door open almost as fast, kicking up a breeze that in normal circumstances would have felt amazing on her completely naked body. She didn't have time to appreciate the feeling this time though. If she had been so careless as to actually have sex in Mindy and Erin's space, she'd never forgive herself. And most likely, neither would they!

Fortunately, it looked like that wasn't the case at all. The bunk beds were still neatly made, the desks were still in one piece, the TV was still standing, the controllers for the connected game console were lying right where the girls left them...everything was untouched and exactly where they were supposed to be.

"Phew, that's a relief," she said, letting out a deep breath of air. "Wouldn't want to traumatize my kids."

"You know, I can understand not wanting to violate their personal space," said Katherine, "but don't you think it's melodramatic to say that having sex in their room would traumatize them?"

"Not everyone is like you, Katy," said Carol as she shut the door. "Most children don't have sexual fantasies about their mothers!"

"Not according to Freud," said Katherine in a wistful tone. "But...that's not what I mean. What I mean is they're not going to be scarred for life if you have sex in their room. Okay, maybe they'd get a little angry, maybe they'd get a little grossed out, but they wouldn't get traumatized! Mom, you need to stop being so self-conscious around them!"

"Well I can't help it," said Carol. "They're my babies, no matter how big they get. It's my job to make sure they live as comfortably as possible. Even if..." she looked down at her body, completely uncovered, completely exposed, completely...perfect in all its raw nakedness, and let out a sad sigh. "Even if I can't."

Katherine recognized that look and tone in her older lover well enough, and it made her sigh as well. "Mom, you shouldn't have to keep this side of you a secret from them forever."

"I've been doing it for a little over 18 years," said Carol. "I can do it a little longer."

"Well...whatever!" Katherine just shrugged. It was too early in the morning to have this kind of talk with her. One day, she and Henrietta would have to team up to convince their mutual lover to be more open about her nudism. But that was a discussion to have in another time and another place. Possibly involving that religion she had been going on about yesterday. "If you're really that concerned about what doing it in their room will have on them, I doubt doing it everywhere else is going to be any better."

"Oh Goddess, you're right!" cried Carol as she looked around in horror at the state of her apartment. "They can't see the house like this! I have to clean it all up!"

Already she began scurrying around the apartment, righting and picking up every little object she could find lying on the floor. "Does this go here? Is this supposed to go there? I don't even remember where this was! Oh Goddess, I can still smell that over here! How am I going to wash this out?"

"Calm down, Mommy, calm down!" said Katherine as she grabbed her naked fake mother from behind to get her to stop. "They're not home yet, you don't need to worry about cleaning up now. Don't your daughters still have a few days left?"

"You're...you're right," said Carol with a relenting sigh. "I...I don't know what came over me."

"The same thing that always comes over you whenever you start fretting about your girls," muttered Katherine. She changed her tune when she began to explore her lover's body with her hands, sliding them over Carol's breasts and giving each orb a tender squeeze. "When right now, the only girl you should be fretting over is me."

Carol shut her eyes and leaned back as the black girl massaged her breasts. Goddess, that felt so good right now. "And what would you ask of me, sweetie?"

"Well, I could use some food for one. All that sex last night really took a lot out of me!"