Nigkala Tales Pt. Coda: My Life Ends

"Let's see what is in the fridge. Ah, here's lemonade, beer, orange juice. There may be more, but is there something you would like?"

He was staring at my breasts, and I noted the cold air made my nipples stand out. "Yo! What would you like?"

"I'll take a beer." I pulled two and handed him one.

"Let's go sit out back." I led him there. "Oh, good. The pool is in." I placed my beer on a table, and dove in and swam the length and back underwater. I then climbed out and got my beer. "That sure felt nice." I sat down next to him. A few minutes later, I leaned over him to open the drawer on the table next to him. I pulled out some sunscreen and closed the drawer. "Would you be a dear and put this on me?"

He looked like a deer in headlights, so I said, "Why not start with my feet and work your way up." He did, hesitatingly at first, but as I lay calmly, he gained confidence. However, he skipped over my vagina to do my stomach. Then he skipped my chest entirely and did my arms.

"I guess I'm done." He offered me the sunscreen.

"Mister, if there is anything a woman hates, it is sunburned privates. Go back and be sure you cover every inch of my breasts and vagina." I then closed my eyes, apparently relaxed. When he didn't start, I said, "Please, I don't want to get sunburned." That got him going, and I felt him again be hesitant, so I said, "Good, be sure to rub it into the nipples, as they are sensitive. Don't worry if I make noises, that's just my body's way of saying I like being touched."

Halfway through the second breast, I started moaning softly. He stopped, but when I did nothing, he resumed. So did my moans. When he was on the third one, I was clearly wet. After finishing them, he stopped and said, "Um, it looks like you are kind of wet down there."

"That's nothing to be worried about. My body is just saying it wants a dick. You can either get a washcloth from the drawer to wipe me down, or you can go between my legs and lick it off. Personally, I think licking is more fun."

He took the hint. I felt him open my legs, so he could kneel between them, then he started to lick me. My moans got louder, and soon I was holding his head down, saying. "Eat me out, it feels so good." More moans, and soon I came. "Oh, that was wonderful. You can put the sunscreen on now." So he did. Half an hour later, I asked if he could do my back. I turned over and he did.

Rather than lay a while, I got up and said, "I need to unload the truck, and get another drink. Thank you for the sunscreen, and I'll lay down here as soon as the truck is unloaded." I then walked him out, and started unloading the truck. Fifteen minutes later, I was by the pool. For the next two hours, I put more sunscreen on, but rather than using my hands, I used telekinesis. I did a final underwater lap at the pool, before going in to change. That consisted of getting my ID, my belt and my running shoes. The belt held my ID, keys, phone, and some cash. It also held a copy of the laws allowing public nudity near the lake, with the official clarification that meant within one mile. I then left my house and ran the half mile to the lake, and three miles around the edge before heading home. I was stopped several times at the lake for being nude, but I showed them the law, and they let me get back to my run. I used the outdoor shower when I came home, and then made myself dinner.

I spent an hour each morning swimming, and did a run each afternoon just before dinner, and didn't wear a thing all week. I met quite a few people, and told them I would be starting a Pilates class at my place as soon as my license came through. Likewise, I would have couples sex therapy by appointment in the evening. I handed out business cards that told people I was a priestess of Inanna. I also opened a dojo in town and hired someone to run classes. I was available for private lessons in the evening. I usually wore just a miniskirt and heels when I went into town. When I noticed official interest, I whammied them, and they let me alone. Within a month, people got used to seeing me turn up topless everywhere, and official interest dropped.

I called up our children of Osiris, and told them I had cheated death. I invited them to visit, and gave them the address, and reminded them to not tell others. Each came at a different time, and I explained what I had done. With their divine nature, they recognized me even though I now was very different. They, in turn, had not aged beyond adulthood, so they understood about not looking your age. To the guardian at Desert Valley, I made a special trip, but said only I had inherited Becky Sue's link.

While I wore the standard gi at the dojo, that was about the only times my breasts were covered. When the dojo closed at nine, I changed back to my miniskirt and heels and would go to one of the local bars to hang out. Word quickly got out that if you invited me to the men's room, I would have sex with you. Since I stuck around a few hours, I usually got laid three or four times. I almost never paid for my drinks, and never more than one.

The first thing to change was the arrival of a neighbor. Since I had alerted the local realtor about my public naked lifestyle, no kids turned up. When I saw a moving van pull up, I began making an assortment of sandwiches, and also a heat-and-serve dinner. I included a six-pack of lemonade, another of beer, and a bottle of local wine. When all was ready, about ten-thirty in the morning, I put the food in bags, and naked, went to their front door to deliver the food as a welcome to the neighborhood. They were surprised at my nakedness, but one whammy later, they took it in stride. In addition to the food, I mentioned my three jobs, and invited them to use my services if they desired.

A week after they moved in, I invited them over for a cookout and swim in my pool. The mention of thick steaks assured they would attend. Again, they were surprised at my casual nudity, and sometime during the visit, I told them about the laws, and how I only wore clothing when I went into town. I also mentioned being a priestess, and that sex with me often had temporary enhancement effects. When they asked, I said men usually got longer, thicker, and more stamina, while women had their breasts enlarge or shrink a little as they wanted, and more stamina as well.

Six months later, all the neighbors had moved in, and I got to be friends with most. Half of the women were attending my Pilates class, most topless and two nude. There were also women from outside the neighborhood, and two men. One was a neighbor, and he chose to be nude. The other was the husband of one of the outside women. I had three students at the dojo, one of whom was the sheriff. It turns out I first met him at the bar. He took me to the men's room to have sex, but while doing me, he asked me if I was worried about the law. I told him I knew the laws. This was a private establishment, so being naked, and even having sex was okay, as long as it was freely given and no money was involved. He later told me he was surprised I was up on the law. I just told him I enjoyed sex, so anytime he's off duty at the bar, to ask me to the men's room if he's horny.

Two months later, I got my first couples-sex-therapy client. This involved treating a couple whose problem was sexual in nature. When they came to my home, they were surprised at my nakedness, but I just told them it helped set the tone. I then took them to the counseling office, where I got them to talk about their problem, using a whammy to get them talking. I would then do my best to address the mental aspects through talk, but the physical aspects involved taking them to the sex room. This was just a bedroom with a king-size bed, and plenty of sex toys in the drawers. I would explain the place, and get them to loosen up, first by getting naked. Then I would usually guide them in touching each other, and teaching them how to read each other's body. Often, I would have to demonstrate such touching.

While the couples sex therapy was slow to pick up, by the time I had been here a year, I was getting referrals and had two to four clients a month. Additionally, the neighbors had learned of the benefits of sex with me. Perhaps half the time I saw neighbors at a local party, I openly had sex with them. They had come to realize that I was not after anyone's mate, and only wanted them to have great sex. That was soon accepted as normal for me.

At fifteen months, I realized something was off with my body. So I went to a doctor, and got the surprise of my life. I was pregnant. I thanked him, and went home in a fog. That night, I spoke to Inanna. "Queen Inanna, I was surprised to learn I was pregnant, today. Do you know how this is possible?"

"Yes, daughter. While you had your ovaries removed long ago, you more recently regenerated your body. This new young body has new young ovaries, so, of course, you are pregnant."

"Oh! I hadn't planned on this. Have you any suggestions?"

"Yes. Back in Sumer, when my priestess bore a child, they nursed it, and when it was weaned, they gave it to a family without a child. Surely, you can do that here."

"I can. Do you have any requirements for the adoptive parents?"

"Only that they care for and love the child. You are well-equipped to tell that when you meet them."

"Very well, I shall do as you say."

The next day, while lying out by the pool, I worked online to find out how to find good adoptive parents. Within two weeks, I had found a couple wanting a child. The next four weeks, I was in town a lot, dealing with all the paperwork. When I was six months pregnant, I told the people at the bar, they could feel me up, and look at me, but no sex while I was this pregnant. I found quite a few men were curious. After the eighth month, I stopped running, and only walked to the end of the development and back. I felt good enough to run, but felt I should not take the risk. I also hired a midwife. When my water broke, I made two calls. One to the midwife, and the other to the couple. I gave birth on the patio. The next two weeks, I taught them all about caring for a baby, and invited them to share in tasting my milk, as I had plenty with four breasts.

When I felt they had mastered the basics, I told them I would like them to take over care of the child here for a few days. I would pump my milk into containers and store them in the fridge, and they would take them out, heat them, and bottle-feed the child. They did that here at my place. On week five, I sent them home with two weeks' worth of bottled milk, and told them to come back each week for more. They asked, and I told them the extra was for mistakes, sudden bouts of thirst, or other unforeseen events. I told them to ask for more if they needed it. Lastly, I told them they should use my milk only, for the first six months, and to continue using it as a portion through the child's first birthday. After that, I would provide up to three more months, but beyond that the child should be weaned. When I sent them home, I resumed my running, and bar sex.

In the third year, three of the neighbor ladies could routinely be seen walking nude in the neighborhood. Also, one of the guys at the agency came to visit with a request I handle a delicate bodyguard task. He was rather surprised when he drove into my development and saw me returning from my run, naked. I invited him in.

"Hey Dan, want a beer?"

"Sure, Daisy. Um, what's with the nudity?"

"Oh, within a mile of the lake, clothing is optional, so the only time I wear clothes these days is when I go into town or out of the township. As you can see, I have a nice tan, and keep in shape."

"What about the neighbors?"

"By now, they are used to it. If I visit them, they expect me to be nude; likewise, if they visit me, they expect me to be nude. Everyone also knows I go into town late to get a few beers, and to get laid. Since it is legal to be topless in and around town, I usually just wear a miniskirt and heels. The only time anyone sees me with my breasts covered is the dojo, when I wear a gi."

"You work out at a dojo?"

"Actually, I teach there, but only for private lessons in the evening. Mornings I have Pilates in the backyard, and some evenings I have couples sex therapy."

"Wow, you've changed."

"Not really. One thing I did not advertise was that I am a priestess of Inanna. Some think of her as a goddess of sex. She is much more, but that tends to grab the attention. At the agency, it was not wise to be so brazenly sexual. Here, however, people accept it. I even see some of the neighbors privately to have sex. Also, while the Pilates is about a quarter men, over half the students attend in the nude, and some of the neighborhood women even walk over in the nude to attend. So, what brings you here?"

"We have an ambassador's son who is attending a friend's costume party, but we fear the ambassador's enemies will strike since nobody will know who is who."

"I see. And as his 'date' I can guard him, right?"

"Yes. We offered several other ladies to be his date, but he said they were too old."

"How soon is the party?"

"A week and a half."

"And the pay? Equipment?"

"Pay per the standing contract you have, and the equipment is anything within reason."

I thought about it for a few minutes, and covertly read his mind about the situation. "Okay. I'll have to cancel or suspend stuff tonight, but we can leave in the morning. Do you have a place to stay yet?"

"No, I was just going to find the nearest motel."

"Don't bother. You're staying here tonight."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Let me show you where everything is, then you can grab your bags and settle in." I deliberately said which room was mine in the list of places I mentioned. I then got on the phone and had one of the neighbor ladies who walk to Pilates nude, to take over the class for two weeks. I got the dojo to alert my clients I was unavailable for two weeks, but would continue then. I set my public couples sex therapy status as busy for the next two weeks. I then cooked dinner for us.

After dinner, we watched a movie, and when Dan put his arm around my shoulder, I pulled his hand down to my breast. He gave me a look, so I said, "I can clearly see I arouse you, and I enjoy sex, especially with friends. Go ahead and enjoy my breast. Later, if you want to have sex, and to sleep with me, just come into my room. I'll happily welcome you."

"You really are different."

"Yeah. While a nympho must have sex all the time, I don't need it, yet often allow it. Likewise, a nudist won't wear clothes, but I just choose to wear as little as I can. The whole neighborhood knows this, and is okay with it. I think some would not recognize me in clothes. He-he."

"What does the Sheriff think about this?"

"He is one of my students at the dojo. His position means he needs to be discreet, but sometimes he will stay late, and have sex with me."

"This is a strange town you have here."

"True, but the sex crime rate is nonexistent, and the Sheriff likes that. I think my own bar sex also keeps the trade away, because why pay when you can get it for free."

When the movie was over, I said goodnight and went to bed. I left the door open, and when he went past, he saw me lying nude on my bed.

Twenty minutes later, he knocked on my door.

"Yes?"

"Um, is that offer still open?"

"Sure, just throw your robe on the chair."

We spoke a few words softly deciding how to have sex, and said nothing more. The only sounds were of sexual joy and orgasms. In the morning, I woke him by deepthroating him. We decided to get breakfast on the road, and instead both packed.

It was a long drive, but we got to his place late. He offered to put me up in a motel, but I said I wouldn't mind a night in his bed. I gave him another wake-up call like before, and then we dressed and had breakfast. I wore a tank top that barely covered the upper breasts, while mostly hiding the fact I had four breasts, and a miniskirt that showed too much unless I kept my legs closed. I told Dan that it would ensure his attention. He agreed. We stopped by the agency to sign the paperwork, and then he took me to meet the ambassador's son.

"Hello, Lucas, this is Agent Daisy Smith. Daisy, this is Monsieur Lucas Dubois, son of the French Ambassador."

I said, "Bonjour, je suis heureux de vous rencontrer." Which is, "Hello, I am pleased to meet you."

He was clearly surprised at my French. I quickly realized Dan did not speak any French, so I told Locus in French, "Lucas, I understand you have found the other agents to be too old. Or perhaps you thought they might not be to your taste. I feel you should know that when I go on a date, I expect to get laid. As I am to be your date, I would be more than willing to enjoy your intimate company."

His reply, also in French, was, "You would do that?"

I nodded. Back in English, for Dan's sake, I said, "Will you allow me the pleasure of being your date?"

"Yes Miss Daisy."

Dan was clearly shocked. I just said, "I understand we have a costume party to attend. Can you tell me about it and your current plans?"

"It is a themed party about famous people in history. I want to go as Louis the Sixteenth."

"So that would make me Marie Antoinette."

"Yes."

"Do you have a good costume?"

"No, that has been a problem."

"Let me think on it." Turning to Dan, I asked, "Do you have Lucas' phone number? I'll want to send some pics to him."

"I do."

"Good." Turning to Lucas, I said, "Give me an hour, and I will select some images from history. And we can talk then."

"You think you can do something? I have been desperate to get a good costume."

"Don't worry yet." I turned to Dan and said, "Let's go back to the office. I need to do some research."

Dan and I said our goodbyes, and returned to the office. A few minutes later, I found a picture by Bartholomeus and had Dan send it as a suggestion of a costume to wear. Lucas loved it, but doubted where to get it. I just told him to let me worry about that. To Dan, I said a shopping trip is in order to the nearest sewing store. Dan complained I was buying the whole store. I just said I was buying the essentials to make the costumes at short notice. Next was a leather store for his shoes. Then we went to the hat store. While they did not have the needed hat in stock, they promised they could get it in three days. I had Dan pay for it also, and told him to pick it up. Last was a theater supply store. There I got the wigs and powder needed and also a fake sword. I took over a conference room, and went to work. I told Dan I needed Lucas for a fitting in the morning, and to have him wear a swimsuit, as that would be the simplest way. Dan brought me dinner, and when I quit for the night, took me to his place again. I took a shower, and then crawled into his bed.

When Dan brought Lucas, he was surprised at what I was doing. I just told him to go behind the screen and put the pants on. He did, and was surprised how close it came to fitting. I told him to hold still while I marked it. Then I sent him back to put on the vest. Again, close, but it needed adjustment. Finally, I told him to get in bare feet, so I could measure them. He sat down, and took off his shoes and socks. I traced both feet, and also did side views. I thanked him, and asked him to remove the clothes, so I could work on them.

"But what of your outfit?"

"It will take longer, but I know my measurements well. With you, I had to guess. Tomorrow, I should have the base items. The decoration can be added later. The wig and powder we can try tomorrow as well."

"You are amazing."

"Thank you; now get changed, so I can get back to work."

He went and changed. Before he left, he said goodbye. That night, I finished the pants and vest; I had a ruffle to wear over a white shirt, and the coat done, except for the sleeves.