By Molly McMann
The treadmill shifted to high speed near the end of her workout program, and Betsy quickened her pace accordingly. Her blonde ponytail flipped back and forth with her stride, spraying droplets of sweat alternately left and right. As she ran with a full and graceful stride, Betsy pretended to be interested in the TV screen on the far side of the room, but she was actually focusing a few feet lower where a gloriously fit and fabulously tall woman was working out with dumbbells.
Before her eye surgery, Betsy would have seen little more than a vaguely human shape at this distance — even with the thick glasses she’d worn since childhood. It had been more than a month since the operation, but Betsy remained constantly awestruck by the magnificent details she now saw in the world around her — which at this moment included a pair of exquisitely muscled arms and shoulders.
The treadmill beeped and slowed to a cool-down walk, and as she wiped her face with her towel, Betsy imagined herself walking over and starting a conversation. Perhaps they would work out together … or maybe go out afterwards. But no, Betsy was too shy to actually do that. All she could do was take one final peek above her towel — only to look away abruptly when the woman’s dark eyes met her own.
Embarrassed, Betsy hurried out the door to the women’s locker room, relieved to find it empty. Even so, after she undressed she wrapped herself up in a towel for the short walk from her locker to the showers — where she hurried through her routine, wanting to get out again while the room was still clear. Again wrapped in her towel she rushed back, taking it off only when she was at her locker. As she reached for her underwear, Betsy reflexively looked around to make sure she was still alone — and was startled to see a beautiful naked woman looking at her from across the room. It was her own reflection in the mirrors above the sinks.
As much as Betsy was still adjusting to being able to see so well, she was also still getting used to her own changed appearance. Most of her life, Betsy had been self-conscious about her looks. It wasn’t just the comically thick glasses that magnified and distorted her already large eyes. She also had teeth so crooked they stuck out between her lips even when her mouth was closed. In middle school, her height came too soon and her boobs too late. For most of high school, she was a skinny, insecure, flat-chested shy girl with a mouthful of braces and googley-eyed glasses. Unable to see faces from a distance, she assumed every giggle and whisper was about her.
Like the storybook ugly duckling, however, Betsy went through a stunning transformation. Years of orthodontia left her with a dazzling smile, and her breasts arrived just in time to go with her to college. They were not particularly large — being proportionate to her slender frame — but she was grateful to have them at all. Having been so fixated on her few flaws all of those years, Betsy had not noticed that in every other respect she had what other people would enviously describe as “good genes.” Of Scandinavian heritage, she was a natural blonde with crystal blue eyes and flawless skin that tanned a golden hue.
Betsy had barely been aware of the transformation until after her eye surgery, and even now she was not entirely convinced that the pretty girl across the room was actually her. Leaving her towel behind, Betsy drifted closer to the mirror until she stood directly in front of it. Her reflection smiled back at her as if to say, yes Betsy, you’re pretty now.
The squeak of the locker room door startled Betsy out of her reverie. She dashed back down the aisle, her white towel in sight, but nearly ran into someone coming around the corner. It was her — Weightlifting Woman — blocking the aisle with one long arm opening a locker. Betsy managed to stop just short of collision, but now they were inches apart. The other woman was a head taller, looking down at her with a confident grin.
“There you are!” she said, as if they were old friends. “I didn’t want to interrupt your workout, which looked amazing by the way, so I stalked you down here to say hi.”
“Um . . . hi,” Betsy whispered, dumbstruck, as the woman’s brown eyes went down her body without apology.
“I love your . . . stride,” Weightlifting Woman said to Betsy’s pert breasts, whose upturned pink nipples involuntarily hardened to points. “You’re bad-ass on that treadmill, girl. I’ll bet you ran track in high school.”
“I did!” Betsy exclaimed, surprised that anyone would pay enough attention to her to make that observation. Though she was naturally athletic like the rest of her family, Betsy had not been able to play sports that involved flying objects. Even soccer was problematic because she would lose track of the ball. She’d found her niche with track — though it had made her already dorky glasses even dorkier by the addition of an elastic band around the back of her head.
“I’m Kate,” the tall woman said, extending a long muscular arm and offering her hand. “And you are?”
NAKED! I’M NAKED! Betsy screamed inside her head. She put out her hand and the woman gripped it tightly for a long moment as she let her eyes go down and up Betsy’s body again. “Pardon me,” she said, releasing Betsy’s hand. “You’re just so beautiful, it’s hard not to look.”
Betsy’s face went hot and she knew she was blushing from her hairline down halfway across her chest. Somehow she must have remembered her own name and how to speak it aloud because now Kate was saying, “Oh, I love that name. It’s so cute — and so are you. Hey, do you want to go grab some coffee? There’s a place right around the corner.”
Nothing quite like this had ever happened to Betsy before. Her brain had half turned to mush, but at least it was an easy question. “Oh, yes!” she breathed. “I would like that very much but, um, my locker is . . . behind you, and I . . . probably shouldn’t . . . go there naked.”
“Oooh, I wish you could,” Kate cooed. A cinematic vision instantly appeared in Betsy’s mind of herself naked in a coffeehouse — but then the locker room door banged open again, and this time a dozen rugby players swarmed inside. Squealing in panic, Betsy pushed past Kate’s elbow — her right nipple brushing against Kate’s bare arm in the process. It was too late for the towel, or even her underwear. Betsy lunged straight for her dress, pulling it over her head and yanking it down over her body as the rugby players crowded the aisle, banging open lockers and stripping off their sweaty uniforms. Betsy stuffed her bra and panties into her workout bag, slung it over her shoulder and followed Kate out of the gym.
On the sidewalk, Kate took such long strides Betsy had to skip-run to keep up with her. Kate led the way to a coffeehouse, and soon they were sitting in a little booth together talking about their lives. Other coffee drinkers came and went unnoticed outside the timeless bubble that enveloped their booth.
As Betsy had already guessed, Kate not only ran track but played basketball and many other sports in high school and college. She was now 27, and in a successful career of some financial kind. She drove a sports car, competed in triathlons and had just finished her MBA.
Betsy did her best to keep the conversation light and flirty, but by the second hour she found herself talking about her mother’s death in a car crash when Betsy was 10 and her sister 12. They were sent to live with their aunt and cousins, which also meant going to a new school where Betsy was subjected to teasing over her thick glasses and buck teeth. She omitted that part as she recounted the story.
After the coffeehouse, they walked aimlessly around the Kentfield College campus where Betsy would be starting her senior year in the Fall. They sat in the sun in the campus plaza and then walked some more, talking through the afternoon. At every intersection, Kate made the choice whether to turn or go straight, and Betsy was content to follow. Then Kate stopped in front of an apartment building. “This is where I live,” she said. “Want to come up and see my place?”
Betsy knew in a flash what would happen in Kate’s apartment, but she went along with it because it felt so right. Kate kissed her in the elevator, all the way up to the fourth floor, and then wordlessly led her by the hand down the hallway and into her apartment. Before the door closed, Kate kissed her again and without breaking their embrace began maneuvering her in slow-dance fashion through the apartment. Some small portion of Betsy’s brain told her things were happening too fast, but passion drowned it out as she willingly danced backwards like Ginger Rogers through the bedroom door. Betsy glimpsed the bed and expected to be pushed onto it, but Kate guided her past the bed and into the brightly lit bathroom, turning Betsy’s body so they both faced the mirror, Betsy in front.
“Lift your arms,” Kate commanded, and Betsy obeyed without hesitation. With a hand on either side, Kate lifted the hem of Betsy’s dress up and over her head and just like that Betsy was naked — again. “I like a girl who doesn’t wear undies,” Kate said. Betsy did normally wear undies. She would have been wearing them now had she not panicked in the locker room and stuffed them in her gym bag. Betsy realized Kate probably didn’t see her do that, and she was glad. Kate was so bold. Betsy wanted her to think that she was a little bold also. She wanted to be the kind of girl Kate was looking for.
Betsy started to lower her arms, but Kate stopped her and she obeyed. “You really like to be naked, don’t you,” Kate said with a knowing chuckle, as if she had Betsy all figured out. She was wrong. Betsy never went naked — not even when alone in her apartment. But now Kate’s hand had slipped between her legs, and her finger was on Betsy’s clitoris.
“Yes,” Betsy watched her reflection say. “I love to be naked.”
“I’ll bet you’d go naked all the time if you could,” Kate said, her left hand cupping Betsy’s breast as her right continued its work down below. Betsy felt like a bystander, watching that other girl in the mirror who made eye contact with her and declared, “yes, oh yes. I wish I could be naked all the time . . . naked all the time!”
It was, without question, the most amazing orgasm Betsy had ever experienced, and when it was over she slumped against Kate’s strong body, her skin damp. Finding her feet, Betsy said, “I want to do you now.” She tried to push Kate out the bathroom door towards the bed, but Kate was too strong.
“We’ll get to that,” she said. “First we need to do something about this.” As she said those words, Kate gave a little tug on Betsy’s pubic hair.
“We do?” Betsy laughed. “You sure like to take charge in a relationship. Um, we are in a relationship now, aren’t we. I mean, we did just meet, but I feel like–”
“Yes we are, and yes, I do,” Kate said, reaching one arm behind the shower curtain and producing a can of shaving cream and a razor. “First things first.” Before Betsy could consider protesting, Kate had lathered her up and in a few confident strokes the task was completed. It was easily done because Betsy had so little pubic hair in the first place. Next, Kate took her by the shoulders and guided her backwards out of the room and gave her a shove. Betsy bounced onto the bed and Kate knelt on the floor and wrapped her strong arms around Betsy’s thighs.
“It’s supposed to be your turn,” Betsy argued weakly, losing her conviction as soon as Kate’s tongue touched her clitoris. The second orgasm did not take much longer than the first, and was even more intense.
“I like a girl who screams,” Kate said, standing up and peeling off her tshirt.
“Did I scream?”
“I think the neighbors might have called 911.” Kate was topless now, her breasts twice as large as Betsy’s.
“I hope you’re exaggerating.”
“A little,” Kate said, as she pushed down her panties and kicked them aside. Though she had insisted on shaving Betsy’s pubic hair, Kate had plenty of her own. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, her legs spread. “NOW it’s my turn,” she said.
Betsy eagerly crawled between Kate’s long legs and began making love to her, but Kate kept giving her instructions. Faster, slower, vagina, clit. Betsy did her best, and after a while Kate began to moan and then Betsy had to tighten her grip around Kate’s strong legs and hold on like a rodeo cowboy on a bucking horse.
“Did I do okay?” Betsy asked afterwards.
“Not bad, babe,” Kate said.
Betsy wished she had been better than “not bad,” but she loved hearing Kate called her “babe.”
“I probably need lots of practice,” Betsy said, hoping Kate meant it when she said they were in a relationship.
“Oh, you’ll get practice,” Kate said, hopping up off the bed and scooping up her underwear. “But first we need dinner.”
Betsy found her dress and started to put it on, but Kate took it away from her and hung it by its string strap on the back of the bathroom door.
Betsy giggled. “I can’t go to a restaurant this way.”
“Tragically, no, so I’ll get us takeout so you can stay naked,” she said. Kate dressed as she talked, and in seconds she was out the door, not bothering to ask Betsy what kind of take-out she might want. For a second, Betsy felt a moment of panic as if this had just been a one-night stand and Kate would not come back. Then she reminded herself that she was in Kate’s apartment.
Kate did come back, of course, and they ate Chinese food at the kitchen table, Betsy still nude. She had never cared for Chinese food before, but decided that she liked it now.
With her free hand, Kate caressed Betsy’s thigh under the table. “I like a girl who’s comfortable being naked,” she said.
“Well, that’s me,” Betsy lied. It was the first of what would become many lies on this subject.
“Are you my nudist girlfriend?” Kate asked, her hand now between Betsy’s legs.
“Yes,” Betsy breathed. “I’m your nudist girlfriend.” It was the word “girlfriend” Betsy cared about, barely registering the word “nudist.”
Soon they were in bed again, Kate kissing her to a third orgasm. Betsy wanted to reciprocate, but Kate would not let her. Betsy slept in Kate’s bed that night, and the next. They spent the weekend together, and Betsy was nude almost continuously — putting on her dress only when they went out.
“Too bad you can’t go everywhere naked,” Kate said, her arm around Betsy’s waist.
Betsy laughed. “Yeah, that’s too bad,” she said, loving the game.
For the next week, Betsy barely went back to her own apartment. They spent one night there, but it was clear Kate preferred being in her own place with her own things. Betsy was learning that Kate was very particular about the details of life. Everything in her apartment was where it belonged, and if Betsy moved anything, Kate would notice and put it back. Betsy was already in love, and devoted herself to memorizing every detail. She loved being in Kate’s world, following Kate’s rules.
They made love two or three times a day, or at least Kate made love to Betsy. This was easily accomplished because Betsy was usually nude, and because she came to orgasm so quickly. Two or three times a week, Kate allowed Betsy to make love to her. These sessions took much longer, with Kate giving instructions along the way.
Betsy had become so accustomed to being nude in Kate’s apartment that she made a little game of dressing and undressing on the little rug just inside the door. When Kate noticed, she was delighted and made it official by putting up a sign saying, “Betsy required to be nude beyond this point.”
Each time they made love Kate wanted to hear Betsy proclaim herself to be a nudist who desired to go naked everywhere. Betsy enjoyed the game immensely. She felt so wild and free and un-Betsy. With Kate she was not the timid, insecure mousy Betsy. She was Betsy the nudist. Even when they weren’t making love Kate seemed to get such pleasure out of having Betsy be naked.
Then there was the matter of Betsy’s pubic hair. Although Kate didn’t shave her own pubic hair, she was adamant that Betsy shave hers. Fortunately this was easily done. A natural blonde, Betsy had very little hair down there to start with — just a tuft in the usual spot and none at all between her legs. She tried shaving and waxing, but Kate insisted on absolute smoothness and the slightest hint of stubble annoyed her. Soon Betsy found herself making an appointment with a laser hair removal specialist to take it off for good. She had earlier done the same on her legs and underarms, but that was different. She never wanted hair in either of those places so permanent removal was a logical option. Betsy wasn’t really sure she wanted her pubic hair gone forever, but that was what Kate obviously wanted and what Betsy wanted was for them to be a permanent couple, and so sacrificing her pubic hair seemed a small price to pay.
Within a few weeks of their first meeting, Kate and Betsy were virtually living together at Kate’s apartment. Betsy had moved over many of her things, including some of her clothes, though she was only permitted to wear them when getting ready to leave the apartment.
On their third weekend together, Kate was busy at her laptop on a report for work and Betsy was reading. Kate’s phone buzzed on the table and she picked it up. “Allison!” Kate exclaimed, “are you in town? Great. Sure, come on over. We’ll order a pizza or something. You haven’t met my lovely Betsy yet and I want to show her off to you.”
When she hung up she said simply, “that was my friend Allison. She and her partner are in town so I invited them over tonight. You’ll love them both.”
“That’ll be great,” Betsy said, “Are they coming over right now? Darn, I guess I’ll have to get dressed.”
Kate laughed. “No, that outfit you’re wearing now will be just fine.”
Betsy laughed too, thinking this was a joke.
“I’m really looking forward to showing you off,” Kate went on. “I told Allison all about you being a nudist and she thinks it’s very sexy.”
“But I . . . you don’t really expect me to be naked when your friends come over?”
“Of course I do,” Kate said. “You said you wanted to.”
“But I was, you know . . . teasing. It’s just a ga–” Betsy stopped short, stunned by the sudden change in Kate’s expression.
“What do you mean?” Kate demanded, looking both hurt and angry. “You told me you’re a nudist, Betsy. You said you want to be nude whenever possible. I hope you’re not saying this has all been some kind of act.”
Betsy was suddenly frightened by the look on Kate’s face. “No, no, of course not,” she stammered. “Of course I’m a nudist. I . . . I love being nude, of course I do, but I . . . just thought that you . . . that you . . . didn’t want me to do it around other people because you wanted us to keep it a private thing.”
Kate’s expression instantly softened, and she took Betsy’s face in her hands. “Oh you’re so sweet to be willing to do that for me! ” she exclaimed. “But I wouldn’t ask that of you, Betsy. I love that you’re a nudist and I want to share that — not keep it a secret! Now you go off and get ready for company, but don’t you dare get dressed because I want to show you off, my love. But oh god I’d better finish this report before they get here.”
And then Kate went back to her laptop and began concentrating on the screen. Betsy was relieved and happy that Kate was no longer mad at her, but her mind was struggling to absorb what it all meant. She walked slowly into the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. Moving as if in a trance she brushed her hair and put on a little makeup and perfume. She looked at her bare feet, deciding whether to put on sandals. Part of her realized this was a ridiculous thought and yet she kept her mind busy on it to avoid thinking about what she was about to do.
The doorbell rang, and Betsy snapped out of her trance and was suddenly acutely aware of the situation. She ran out of the bathroom and up to Kate, her mouth opening silently as she struggled to say something, anything, that would get her out of this situation. But Kate was still looking at the computer screen, and only said, “would you get that honey? I just need to finish this sentence.”
Betsy gulped. But then as the doorbell rang a second time she forced herself to focus on what was important. Kate loved her. That’s what mattered. If this was what Kate wanted, Betsy would just have to do it. She walked quickly to the door, pulled it open without looking through the peephole, and stood naked in the doorway smiling convincingly at the two women on the other side of the screen door.
“Oh my!” one of them exclaimed with a smile. “I guess Katie wasn’t exaggerating about you.”
It all happened so fast. Kate was suddenly at Betsy’s side, making introductions, her arm around Betsy’s bare waist. “Ladies, this is Betsy,” she announced. “The love of my life.”
Smitten by those words, Betsy looked at Kate’s face in profile, searching for confirmation that Kate really meant that. As if in response, Kate turned and looked right at her and smiled. “Yes,” her eyes said, “you are the love of my life.” But her mouth said, “Betsy dear, why don’t you go open some wine?”
Betsy did, grateful to have a moment alone in the kitchen. My god, she thought. I’m naked and I have to stay naked all evening in front of these strangers and pretend it’s normal. She opened both bottles of wine nervously, but as she opened the cabinet for wine glasses, she saw Kate’s vodka. Quickly, she poured some into one of the wine glasses and grabbed a bottle of tonic from the fridge to mix with it. She gulped it down. She said she loves me! She said I’m the love of her life! I can do this.
This thought made her smile, and the jolt of liquor was loosening her fear. Betsy brought the two open wine bottles and some glasses into the living room where Kate and Allison and Naomi were seated. Betsy felt so exposed, so naked, and yet she also felt confidence that Kate really loved her and that, all Betsy had to do was pass this one test.
Both of them watched her body with no attempt to pretend otherwise. “Kate told me you were the most beautiful girlfriend she’s ever had,” Allison said. “I can see she wasn’t exaggerating about that either.”
“Did you really say that?” Betsy asked, looking at Kate eagerly.
“Of course I did, because it’s true.” They were all seated except Betsy who was still pouring wine. She felt extra-exposed with their faces eye-level with her starkly bare pussy, but she was so happy about what Kate said it was somehow okay.
“Beautiful and naked is certainly a nice combination,” Naomi observed. “How long have you been a nudist?”
Betsy wasn’t sure how to answer the question. She now knew better than to admit she was only doing it to please Kate. “Well, I guess it’s something I’ve felt . . . strongly about for a long time. But I haven’t always . . . had the opportunity.”
Kate tugged at her hand, pulling her down on the sofa and onto her lap. “Isn’t she adorable?” Kate gushed, relaxing her hand on Betsy’s bare stomach. And then to Betsy she said, “darling, I promise I’m going to give you lots of opportunities.”
Allison and Naomi laughed at this, and Betsy was glad when the conversation shifted away from the subject of her nakedness and back to Kate’s job. She sipped her wine and relaxed a little, leaning back against the sofa pillow as she sat in Kate’s lap. In that position it was difficult to keep her legs together, and Kate was not helping matters. As she talked about work she gently caressed Betsy’s thigh, pushing her legs farther open. Betsy instinctively resisted but Kate only increased the pressure of her hand and Betsy knew to submit. Naomi, sitting at the other end of the couch, had the best view, and did not bother to pretend she was not looking. Betsy was intensely embarrassed by this, and yet she also felt a hint of sensual excitement by her predicament. The wine on top of the vodka, together with Kate’s caress and Naomi’s eyes was making her feel aroused.
“I love your smoothie look,” Naomi said, briefly looking up at Betsy’s eyes again. “Do you shave or wax?”
“Well, um, actually I had it removed by laser,” Betsy said.
“Really? Well they sure did a nice job.”
“She didn’t have much to start with,” Kate said. “Just a little bit right here.” Kate’s finger made a little circle on Betsy’s skin where her hair had been. “But nothing at all down here.” And as she said that, Kate’s finger slid down between Betsy’s thigh and glided up and down on both sides of her vagina, and as she did so she pushed Betsy’s legs even farther apart, and Betsy could feel the air as her lips opened a little.
Just then the doorbell rang. Betsy had forgotten about the pizza. She jumped up off of Kate’s lap, intending to hide in the kitchen while Kate answered the door. But Kate made no move to get up and said, “There’s a twenty on the table by the door, honey. Just let him keep the change.”
Betsy froze like a rabbit, looking back at Kate. The doorbell rang again and Kate smiled, but her voice was firm when she said, “Answer the door, Betsy.”
There was no way out of it. Betsy was determined not to disappoint Kate again, not in front of guests. Somehow her feet took her to the door and she opened it.
The pizza guy was about 17, and he nearly dropped the box as he gaped at her speechless. Betsy managed to take the box from him and give him the twenty-dollar bill while he whispered, “Awesome.”
As Betsy shut the door, Kate came up beside her and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you so much,” she whispered as she took the box and carried it back to the coffee table.
Betsy exhaled. She had passed another test. She poured herself another glass of white wine, and took a healthy gulp, and then another. She leaned back in Kate’s arms on the couch feeling dreamy and sexy, and let Kate push her legs apart again.
Allison and Naomi left at about eleven. They were traveling, and had to be on the road early the next morning. After they left Kate led Betsy to the bedroom and made love to her with more passion than anything Betsy had experienced before. Over and over she told Betsy how much she loved her, how perfect Betsy was, how beautiful and . . . how happy Kate was that Betsy was a nudist.
In the morning Betsy lay in bed after Kate had left for work. She replayed in her mind all of the sweet things Kate had said the night before. But she also thought of the argument they had almost had and she tried to think back on how the whole ‘nudist’ thing had started. Betsy realized it must be her own fault. She had assumed it was just sexual teasing but somehow Kate thought she meant it and now what could she do? She tried to picture explaining it to Kate, but every time she imagined the conversation she saw Kate’s hurt and angry expression and she knew it would be the end of their relationship.
For the next few days Betsy tried to think of herself as a nudist. It was the second summer session and she wasn’t taking classes, but she was still working part-time at the campus library. She was grateful for the opportunity to go out of the apartment to go to work because it meant she had to be dressed.
But when she came home to the apartment, even when Kate was not there, she dutifully undressed near the door and went about her household chores nude. When Kate came home, Betsy would make her a drink and let Kate fondle her. She loved that part of the relationship. If being a nudist meant only this much she wouldn’t mind, but each day she feared Kate would bring home friends from the office.
Fortunately, Kate had only been in town a few months and did not yet have friends she socialized with. Most of Betsy’s college friends had already graduated and dispersed.
And then one afternoon Kate called. “I have good news and bad news,” she said. “The good news is that I’m taking you out to dinner tonight so don’t start cooking.”
“Okay. Um, what’s the bad news?”
“The bad news is that you have to put on clothes to go to the restaurant.”
Betsy picked out one of her favorite dresses, but she knew better than to put it on before Kate came home. When she saw Kate’s car pull up she met Kate at the door holding the dress on its hanger and then as Kate watched Betsy stood on the little rug next to the door and slipped on the dress. The rug had become the only spot in the apartment where Betsy was permitted to wear clothing.
At the restaurant after they ordered their meals and were sipping their wine, Kate said, “I have some big news. I’ve been offered a promotion and it’s a really good opportunity for me.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful Kate!”
“But there’s one catch,” Kate went on. “The job is in Huron, so I’d have to relocate.”
Betsy could not breathe. What did this mean? Would Kate just leave her and move to another province hundreds of kilometers away. Were they breaking up?
But Kate took Betsy’s hand and said, “I want you to come with me.”
“Ohmygod, of course I will!” Betsy exclaimed, finding her breath again.
“Then I’ll accept the job,” Kate said. She typed something into her phone and then put it back down on the tablecloth. “Okay, it’s done.”
As Kate listed the reasons why this would be a good job for her, Betsy’s mind was in a whirl of happiness and hope, picturing a future with Kate — living together in an exciting new place.
“But there’s another reason I took the job ,” Kate was saying, bringing Betsy back to the present. “in fact it’s the biggest reason of all.”
“Oh you know. You’re just too unselfish to think it would be my main reason.”
Betsy was confused and kept her expression blank as she waited for more information.
“Come on, Betsy, don’t be coy!” Kate said curtly, irritation suddenly present in her voice. “Being a nudist you must be aware that Huron is known as the most nudist-friendly province in the commonwealth. I thought you’d be a little happier about this.”
“Oh . . . I am, Kate, I really am,” Betsy insisted reflexively, hardly aware of what she was saying. “It’s wonderful, but I . . . I was so focused on what this promotion meant for you that I wasn’t even thinking about . . . how it would affect me.”
“Oh you are so sweet!” Kate exclaimed, instantly transformed again. “This is one of the reasons I love you so much. You were so busy thinking about me you didn’t notice that this was good news for you as well. I’ve heard that nudists can go anywhere they like completely naked. You probably won’t even have to own any clothing at all! You’ve said many times that this was your dream, and I want to make it come true for you.”
Betsy was awash with panic and had no idea how to respond. Fortunately it was just at that time that the waiter came with their meals and made a big production out of grinding pepper and Parmesan cheese and refilling their glasses so she had several minutes to take it all in.
Betsy’s mind was churning. She knew this was impossible. Her foolish attempt to fake her way into Kate’s heart had become a disaster. Now it would all come tumbling down on her.
She opened her mouth, intending to confess, but all that came out was “I love you, Kate,” and then her throat closed as she began to cry.
Kate took her hands, mistaking the reason for Betsy’s tears. “I love you too,” she said. “I’m so glad to have the chance to do this for you.”
After a moment, Betsy managed to compose herself. “Kate,” she began timidly, “I hope you didn’t take this job primarily for my benefit.”
“What if I did?”
“Well . . . you shouldn’t. You should do what is best for your career.”
“This is a pretty good move for me, dear,” Kate said. “Not exactly the same move I’d have made otherwise, but still pretty good. And making you happy is worth a lot to me.”
Betsy swallowed, but kept her smile. “Thank you so much, Kate.”
Keeping the smile on her face, Betsy said in what she hoped was a teasing way, “would you still love me if I wasn’t a nudist?”
“What kind of question is that?” Kate was still smiling, dismissing it as a joke.
“Well, I just wonder sometimes. I know you really like it that I’m a nudist, but you know, I need to be sure you love me just as me.”
“Of course I do,” Kate said. “But that’s so much a part of you, it’s hard to separate it.”
“But what if — just hypothetically — what if I decided one day that I didn’t want to be a nudist anymore? Would you still love me?”
Kate wasn’t smiling anymore, but she didn’t seem mad; just serious. “Honey, I don’t think it’s good for a relationship to play these ‘what if’ games, but I’ll answer this one. Yes, I’d still love you–”
Betsy exhaled with relief, but tried to hide how important this was.
“–but I’m not sure our relationship would survive.”
“But . . . but if you still loved me . . .”
“It would be one of those tragic situations where someone changes drastically. Love isn’t always enough if people become incompatible. What if I decided I wanted a sex change operation? Would you still love me?”
“Well I . . . I don’t know. Gosh, you wouldn’t do that would you?”
Kate laughed loudly so that other diners looked over to see what the joke was. “No, sweetie, I assure you I will not. Now, you give me some assurance in return. You wouldn’t stop being a nudist would you?”
This was the moment when she needed to speak out — needed to tell the truth and accept what must follow. But instead, Betsy heard her self saying, “No, I was . . . just being hypothetical. I can’t imagine ever . . . not being a nudist.” Best to wait until morning, Betsy told herself. After Kate went to work she could research Huron’s nudity laws and find out for certain if Kate was right about this. It was only a shred of a chance, but Betsy clung to it.
“Well that’s a relief for both of us,” Kate said. “Now, let’s talk about something more real — this big move of ours. I’m afraid we’re going to have to pull this off on very short notice, like within a matter of days. They’re in a very difficult situation right now and it’s imperative that I get over there and start working by Monday.”
“Monday? But how can we find a place to live so quickly?”
Kate reached into her jacket pocket and produced a business card. “Here’s the name of a realtor we can work with. My company has an arrangement with her firm and they specialize in this sort of thing. She can send you pictures by e-mail of our options. Maybe we can get that little house with a picket fence that we’ve talked about.”
Betsy felt her eyes watering. That was her dream — moving in with Kate in their own little house. She wanted that so much. But if what Kate said about Huron and nudity were true, Betsy couldn’t possibly continue carrying on the charade of being a nudist. She fought back her tears and clung to the one chance that Kate was simply wrong about it. Betsy would find out in the morning and then decide what to do.
The next morning after Kate had left for work, Betsy sat down at the computer to search for information on Huron’s nudity laws. But before she could get very far, the phone rang.
“Hello,” a woman’s voice said. “This is Lauren Jacobs calling for Betsy Andrews”.
“Oh yes,” Betsy said, excitedly, recognizing the name from the business card.”
“I understand you’re going to be a student at Avery College?”
“Well I . . . I may be transferring there for my last year. That’s close to Kingsley, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it’s a lovely little college town, but right near the highway so it has easy access to downtown. I have several properties I can show you online.”
Betsy sat down at the PC and spent the next hour looking at pictures of cute little houses. She was enchanted by several of them and narrowed her choices down to three. She wanted to let Kate make the final decision.
“Thank you so much,” Betsy said as they were closing the conversation.
“Oh one more thing,” Lauren said. “Have you filed your registration as a nudist yet?”
“Um, no, I didn’t know I had to register. How did you know I’m a …”
“Kate told me in her e-mail. I wanted to talk to you about it because although we do have progressive laws regarding public nudity, they are not as liberal as some people assume based on what they see in the press. People in other provinces read about us in the paper and come to all kinds of ridiculous assumptions. Then tourists come and think they can disrobe, run about naked and get dressed again just like that!”
“Oh well,” Betsy sighed, relieved. “I thought that sounded a bit–”
“But we respect diversity and believe that the larger community should be tolerant, within limits, of the beliefs of minorities, including nudists. I just e-mailed you the registration form and the link to a page explaining nudist rights and issues in Huron. It’s important that you understand the limitations of our laws. I wouldn’t want any of my newcomers to get arrested because they misunderstood the rules!”
Betsy felt every muscle in her body relax with relief. “I’m so glad we talked. Kate thought that–”
“Oh, sorry Betsy but I just noticed the time. I have to run to an open house. Do you have everything you need to make a decision?”
“Um, yes, I think I do,” Betsy said, wishing there was time to ask more questions.
“Bye for now then. If you and Kate make a decision, e-mail me right away and I’ll put things in motion.”
“Okay, well . . .bye”
The line went dead and Betsy hung up the phone. Well, this was good. All three houses she’d picked were perfect, and apparently the nudism thing was not nearly so bad as she’d feared. She would investigate further to be sure of the details, but this was definitely good news. Apparently nudism was protected in some way, but Betsy figured that probably was just in certain places like beaches and parks. Being nude in public at all was a bit scary but Betsy decided she could make herself deal with a nude beach. After all, everyone else would be naked too so that would take the attention off of her. That wasn’t nearly so bad as the way Kate had been talking. Kate must have just misunderstood. Betsy wondered if she should tell her. But no, Kate hated to be wrong about anything. Betsy decided it would be best to just play along until they got there.
That evening when Kate came home from work Betsy was waiting for her. As always she was nude, but she also had a surprise. “I registered today,” Betsy said, as they kissed in the doorway.
“Registered?” Kate asked. “For what?”
“As a nudist, silly. The realtor told me about it so I went to the website of the Huron Department of Diversity and registered officially as a nudist, so when we get there I’ll be all legal.”
“Ooooh,” Kate said, reading the certificate. “This is wonderful.” She took Betsy in her arms and kissed her. “Betsy, I love you so much. You are just so completely perfect.”
“I got rid of a lot of my clothing too,” Betsy went on proudly, glowing from Kate’s affection. “I took almost everything I had to Goodwill.”
“Good girl,” Kate said. “But why ‘almost’? What did you keep?”
“Well . . . just a few things, really. After all, I still need to wear clothes here and–”
“Only for one more day.”
“And . . . and well, you know, I’m bound to need something now and then, and . . . and I’ll need winter clothes.”
“Oh, winter is a long way from now,” Kate admonished. “Let’s go look at what you’ve kept.”
Betsy ran ahead of her trying to shift her attention. “But don’t you want to look at the three houses I picked out? We need to choose one right away and I think–”
“We’ll do that next, sweetie.” Now Kate was in the bedroom looking at the boxes Betsy had set aside. “Oh this will never do,” she laughed.
“But I’ll need something for winter,” Betsy repeated, falling back on her best excuse.
“When it gets cold I’ll buy something to keep you warm,” Kate insisted, “but right now it’s the summer. There’s no need to move all of this.”
“Okay,” Betsy said, stifling a sigh. “I’ll pare it down some more before we leave, but can we look at the house pictures now?”
They sat at the computer and looked at all of the photos and floor plans of the three houses Betsy had selected. They all seemed ideal, but Kate liked the blue one with the white picket fence. Betsy would have preferred the yellow one with the rose bushes, but she did not say so and was just happy that they were about to move into their own home together.
That night they slept in Kate’s apartment for the final night. Betsy felt secure wrapped in Kate’s strong arms. She was apprehensive about what would happen when they reached Huron. She was confused about exactly how nudism was ‘protected’ and where exactly she would be allowed by law (and therefore, she knew, required by Kate) to be without clothing. But she took some comfort in remembering the words of Lauren, the realtor, who said the nudism laws were not nearly as liberal as what outsiders believed. With that thought in mind, Betsy put her trust in Kate and fell asleep.
In the morning Betsy showered early, preparing for the big day. The movers were expected and Betsy had concocted several necessary errands to keep her out of the apartment — and therefore dressed — while the movers were at work.
When she got out of the shower and walked back into the bedroom she found Kate applying the final strip of tape to a box labeled “Goodwill.”
“What’s that?” Betsy asked, feigning indifference.
“Most of your clothes,” Kate replied with a grin.
“I hope you’ve left me something.”
“I did.” Kate gestured at another box, much smaller, with Betsy’s name across the top. “While you’re running your errands, you can drop that other box at the Goodwill.”
Betsy was smarter than most people guessed her to be. She knew this was not a situation in which she could win, so therefore she should lose strategically. “I’d love to,” she said with a smile as she marched over to Kate. Kissing her first on the cheek, and then enticing a kiss on the mouth, Betsy said, “Thank you for doing this. I didn’t know what to keep and what to get rid of, so I’m glad you decided for me.”
Kate kissed her deeply. “It wasn’t hard,” she said.
The movers were not expected for another 10 minutes so Betsy checked her e-mail one last time before Kate packed up her computer. In her new mail folder she saw a welcome from the Huron Nudists’ Association with a Q&A about nudity in Huron. The first question caught her eye. “Is it true anyone can go naked anywhere in Huron?” She started reading the answer eagerly, but she needed to be quick so she could be out of the apartment before the movers arrived. But it sounded promising. “No,” the answer began, “in many respects the province of Huron has similar laws against public nudity as in other provinces.” Whew, Betsy thought.
Before she could read further Betsy heard a truck outside. Quickly she hit the print button and quit out of her mail program. “Well, I should go,” she said, edging towards the door. When her feet hit the little rug, Betsy snatched her dress from the hook on the back of the door and forced herself to move slowly as she slipped it on.
“Back soon,” she said, kissing Kate quickly and deliberately on the cheek, making it a bit wet, and then slipped out the door before Kate could react. She hurried at a suspensefully slow walk to her little yellow VW convertible.
“Wait!” Kate shouted from the doorway. Betsy turned. “Don’t forget your donation.”
Betsy took the box marked “Goodwill” and carried it to her car. Behind the wheel at last, Betsy tooted her horn and eased down the street.
She took as much time as possible, and three times she found excuses to call Kate from her cellphone to see how far along they were. She knew she had to time things perfectly since her car was to be hitched to the back of the moving truck. She parked down the street and watched as the men loaded the last boxes and pulled the door of the truck closed and then she pulled up as if the timing were accidental.
“What took you so long?” Kate asked. “I was afraid you wouldn’t get here in time.”
“Sorry,” Betsy offered. “I guess I lost track of the time.”
With Betsy’s beloved VW hitched to it, the truck lumbered away and Kate and Betsy went up to the apartment. They still had cleaning to do and a few holes in the walls to spackle. Kate was meticulous about such things, and had no intention of losing any of her deposit.
Betsy dutifully slipped out of her dress at the doorway and hung it on the hook.
“Won’t it be nice when you don’t need to do that anymore,” Kate said with a smile, wrapping her arms around Betsy’s bare body.
“Yes that will be wonderful,” Betsy lied. “So I’ll be able to go outside nude, won’t I?”
“Everywhere!” Kate whispered, kissing Betsy’s neck. “From what I’ve read you’ll be free to go naked everywhere. To your classes. To the store. To restaurants.” As she listed these possibilities, Kate kissed lower on Betsy’s body, backing her against the counter that separated the kitchen from the living area.
“That will be nice,” Betsy said as she allowed Kate to push her back onto the counter. Her legs were now on Kate’s shoulders, and Kate was kissing her deeply. Betsy knew Kate was wrong, but she pretended otherwise. “I want to be nude everywhere, Kate. Everywhere.” She closed her eyes and imagined going to class naked and walking down a busy street naked. She enjoyed fantasizing about such things as Kate made love to her, but she was secretly glad that she would not actually be able to do so. That’s what Lauren had said, and she would know. Betsy let herself enjoy the fantasies as the orgasm steadily crept up on her. As she came, she said it out loud again. In Huron she would go naked everywhere. All the time. All the time. All the time!
When it was over, Betsy tried to entice Kate into undressing so Betsy could make love to her in return, but Kate was satisfied and wanted to get back to work on the apartment. It was often that way. Kate had to be in just the right mood to have an orgasm herself, but she frequently wanted to make love to Betsy.
Betsy always felt more naked than usual right after an orgasm. Although she wished she could wear clothes more often, Betsy was reluctantly aroused by being nude so much. Throughout the day she often found herself giving herself little caresses, mostly her breasts or her bottom. It was difficult to resist doing so and it did make her a little horny. Sometimes she touched herself between her legs; just a little touch now and then, not really masturbating. When Kate came home in the evenings and made love to her, Betsy usually came pretty quickly. But then afterwards she would be starkly aware of her nakedness again and without the little sense of arousal she felt self-conscious. And she was usually embarrassed by whatever she had said during her climax. She did that for Kate’s benefit, but at the moment when she said such things she often meant them in the midst of her orgasm.
It took them another couple of hours to get the apartment exactly as Kate wanted it. There were just a few things left in the apartment for them to take in the car with them — houseplants, Kate’s laptop and the food in the refrigerator.
Betsy gratefully slipped on her dress and helped Kate carry these items down to Kate’s car. It was a warm day and Kate opened the sunroof as they drove away.
They had been driving for more than three hours and had just stopped for gas and to go to the restroom and then they were on the road again. Betsy was happy. She and Kate were moving together to a little blue house with a picket fence. It was like being married, which Betsy hoped would come next.
“I like it when you smile like that,” Kate said as she drove. “You’re really looking forward to this, aren’t you?”
“Of course I am,” Betsy said with sincerity.
Kate’s hand was on Betsy’s bare thigh just below the short hem of her dress. “You won’t be needing that much longer,” she said, sliding her hand under the dress until her fingers were caressing Betsy’s pussy.
“Well you never know,” Betsy shrugged. “It might come in handy once in a while.”
Betsy felt Kate’s finger slip inside of her and slide up and out, across her clitoris. It made her shiver. “You’re going to wreck the car,” she said in a whisper as she closed her eyes.
“I’m good at multi-tasking,” Kate replied, and her finger continued to dip inside for wetness, slide upwards to dance a moment on Betsy’s clitoris and then down it plunged again. Betsy leaned back in the seat, feeling the orgasm building.
But then Kate’s hand stopped and she said, “look, honey, we’re only a mile from the border. Take off your dress.”
“Because I want you to cross the border nude of course. Hurry, we’re a half a mile from the border.”
Kate’s tone did not leave any options. Betsy knew from experience that Kate was only seconds away from becoming angry. Betsy arched her back to pull the dress up past her hips and around her waist. She sat back down again, her bare bottom on the car seat and then she pulled the dress over her head and handed it over to Kate. Just before they passed the “Welcome to Huron” sign, Kate tossed the dress up through the sunroof and it disappeared behind them.
“Oh god, Kate!” Betsy blurted. “You can’t do that.”
“I know it’s littering,” Kate said, laughing. “But it’s cotton and therefore biodegradable. You don’t need dresses anymore, my love. Now you can be nude all the time like you want to.”
Betsy didn’t know what to do, so for a minute or two she smiled and laughed along with Kate and pretended this was what she wanted more than anything.
But then she acted as though a thought just occurred to her. “Kate,” she said. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to be nude anywhere. I was just remembering something Lauren said on the phone. She said Huron’s nudity laws aren’t as liberal as people think and that tourists come and think they can strip down whenever they want but that they cant.”
Kate was silent for a moment and Betsy worried that she’d be angry because Betsy obviously knew this and didn’t tell her.
“Oh Betsy,” Kate said shaking her head. “I didn’t realize what’s been going on in your head.”
“Kate, I’m sorry but I–”
“Betsy you poor thing. You’ve been worrying that your dream wouldn’t come true; that you wouldn’t be free even in Huron.”
“Um, well yes,” Betsy said. “I had my hopes up at first, but when Lauren said that I thought, well, she lives there. She’d probably know the truth.”
“I think you misunderstood her.”
“But she said–”
“Haven’t you read that stuff you printed out from the Huron Nudists Association? You left it in the printer this morning and I have it here in my bag.” With her free hand Kate fished into the bag and produced some pages stapled together and handed them to Betsy. “I skimmed over it and I think this explains it pretty well. Oh, here’s our exit.”
Kate pulled off the highway and now they were in the city. Betsy was distracted by the fact that she was naked and had no clothing in the car. She put her attention on the printouts in her hand.
It was the same Q&A she’d started to read online that morning. Again she read the first question about whether it was legal for anyone to go nude in Huron. “No,” the answer said. “in most respects the province of Huron has similar laws against public nudity as in other provinces.” But then Betsy read the part she had not seen in her haste that morning. “Except for registered nudists, whose right to be naked in all circumstances and all locations is protected.”
Betsy’s heart raced as she read the sentence a second time hoping she had misread it. The next question was “do nudists ever wear clothing?” The answer was: “Yes, there are many kinds of nudists and some nudists only go naked in their homes or at designated nude beaches.” YES, Betsy thought, that’s the type I am. “However,” the answer went on, “the court ruling establishing nudist rights in Huron involved an advocate of “fulltime nudism” in which the individual never wears clothing except for protection from the most extreme weather and other very dangerous physical conditions. It was specifically because “fulltime nudists” never wear clothing that the court ruled the way it did. But this meant that part-time nudists were not covered under the ruling. Only those who were committed to constant and complete nudity were covered by the ruling.
The next question was, “if I register as a nudist, does that mean I have to be nude always?”
The answer was, “yes, because the ruling only applies to full-time nudists. If you are not willing to be nude every minute of every day, then do not register, even if you consider yourself a nudist. If you have already registered but do not feel you can go nude in all circumstances, then you must remove your name from the registration and cease going nude in public at all. Under the current law, there is no middle ground.”
“Honey, this is our neighborhood,” Kate said, startling Betsy from her concentration. She looked out the car window at the quaint residential neighborhood. The houses were beautiful, but she felt ill and confused. And there now in front of her was a blue house with a white picket fence in front of it.
At least the moving truck was already gone so she would not have to expose herself in front of the moving men. But now what? Kate pulled into the driveway and got out of the car. Reluctantly Betsy followed after glancing around to be sure no one was near. It was a beautiful little house and normally she would have wanted to walk all around it, seeing it from different angles. But now she only wanted to get inside as quickly as possible and she stood nervously on the front porch as Kate opened the door with her key.
Inside there were boxes everywhere, though at least everything was in the correct room because of Kate’s meticulous labeling. The house was as charming on the inside as it was from the street and Betsy felt a rush of joy that momentarily pushed aside her dread and fear. This was home.
But now it was evening and the women had only snacked for lunch.
“Why don’t we go out to dinner?” Kate suggested.
“No!” Betsy exclaimed. “I mean . . . there’s way too much work to do. You . . . why don’t you run out and get take-out food and I’ll get started cleaning the bathroom — so you’ll be able to get ready for work tomorrow?”
“Hmmm, that does make sense. I’ll get us some wine too.”
When Kate was out the door, Betsy fell on the couch and cried uncontrollably. How had she gotten herself into such a situation? What was she to do? She couldn’t imagine actually going nude constantly in every public situation — that was just out of the question — and yet apparently she was expected to do so, not just by Kate but by the Province of Huron itself. She would have to tell Kate the truth and accept the consequences.
After a few minutes of self-pity, Betsy pulled herself together. She walked around the house looking at all of their possessions mixed together in boxes in the beautiful little house. How could she walk away from this? Kate loved her; they were moving int together; they had a beautiful little house. No, she would not tell Kate. Not tonight. She couldn’t bear seeing Kate’s face as she heard the horrible confession of lies upon lies. Anything was better than that.
Betsy found the cleaning supplies and got to work on the bathroom. She was on her hands and knees scouring the tub when Kate walked in with bags of Chinese food.
The dining room table was not assembled yet so they sat on the sofa and ate from take-out boxes.
Kate looked at her with concern. “You’re eyes are all red, honey. Have you been crying.”
“A little,” Betsy admitted. “I’m just . . . so happy. I just love this house and I feel so lucky that you love me.” And now she was crying again as Kate put her dinner aside and held Betsy and kissed away her tears. Betsy felt better and refused to think about the negative.
When they finished eating, Kate and Betsy put their bed together and found their linens. They were both exhausted when they climbed in bed but they were not too tired to make love. And for the first time in several days Kate was in the mood to have an orgasm of her own. Betsy happily climbed between Kate’s legs and kissed her to climax. It took a while, but Betsy didn’t mind. She loved the intimacy of oral sex and her heart filled with joy as she watched Kate’s face from below as Kate let down her guard and allowed the orgasm to wash through her. And then they slept.
In the morning while Kate was in the shower, Betsy made coffee, but there was nothing for breakfast.
“That’s okay,” Kate said. “I’ll grab a bite downtown and you can go to the grocery today and stock up.” And with that, she kissed Betsy and dashed out the door.
Go to the grocery. It sounded so simple, but how could she possibly do that naked? She had put off thinking about the inevitable, but now she would have to face it. She was naked and had no clothing and was expected to– but wait. The box. She suddenly remembered the little box labeled “Betsy’s things.” Taking a sharp knife from the kitchen, Betsy unearthed the box from a stack in the bedroom and slit it open hopefully. After all, there had to be something in it. And there was — shoes, a couple of hats and two pairs of the little ankle socks she wore with her tennis shoes. Those little socks were the only clothes Betsy had left.
But Kate had clothes, lots of them. Very carefully Betsy opened the closet and looked at them. Gently, she caressed a maroon silk blouse that she had never once seen Kate wear. And there was box after box of Kate’s other things — shorts, jeans, tshirts all neatly folded and packed just so. But Betsy didn’t dare open the boxes. Kate would know. Even if Betsy took something from the closet and later hung it back exactly where she found it, Kate would know. She was obsessive about order. Everything had to be in exactly the right place, positioned just so, and if anything was out of order in the slightest she would notice. Betsy had learned this the hard way. It would be bad enough to disturb one of Kate’s possessions, but if Kate caught Betsy wearing her clothes it would be an act of betrayal and the end of everything. It was just too risky.
Betsy put the thought out of her mind. She had plenty of work to do in their new house. The grocery shopping could wait a while anyway. So for the next few hours Betsy cleaned and unpacked and made mental notes of decorating ideas she wanted to try — though all of those would require trips to the hardware store for supplies.
Lunchtime came and Betsy had still not eaten breakfast. She was hungry. She stood at the doorway and imagined herself walking out to her car and driving to the grocery. She even knew where one was; they’d passed a Kroger’s on the way into town.
But she had to shower first, of course. She took her time at this, washing and conditioning her hair and carefully washing her body. Then, after she toweled dry she had to put on her body lotion and dry her hair. All of this took time, of course, but longer somehow than usual.
And now it was 2 p.m. and there was nothing else to do but go to the grocery. She made it as far as the front porch, but darted back inside the door when she heard a car coming down the street. Then somehow it was 3:00 and Betsy was starving. Worse, she had only two hours or so before Kate came home. What had she done with the day?
Betsy knew what she had to do. She stepped out on the porch and closed the door and locked it. “I am a nudist,” she said out loud in a quavering voice. Naked except for sandals, her watch, a few rings and makeup, Betsy walked to her car and got in. It was a nice day, but she did not put down the top.
As she drove, Betsy watched all of the people she saw walking along the streets or getting in and out of their cars, coming in and out of shop doorways. None of them were nude. When she arrived at the grocery story she she sat for a long time in the parking lot watching people go in and out, all fully clothed.
She looked at her watch. It was 4 p.m. and she really could not wait any longer. And so she got out of her car and walked naked through the parking lot to the entrance to the store.
The glass doors opened with a whoosh as she approached and Betsy walked past a security guard and a store manager who happened to be talking together. They both stared at her for a moment and she briefly met their gaze before looking away. She took her time selecting a shopping cart and putting her purse into the basket. She half-expected and half-welcomed them coming over to tell her she couldn’t shop in the nude, but they didn’t. So Betsy began pushing her cart through the store.
She tried to concentrate on her list and get it over with but she could tell by the reaction of nearly every person she passed that while it may be legal to do so, grocery shopping nude was not as common as Kate had characterized it to be. She wondered where all the other “official registered nudists” were. Didn’t they need to shop?
But Betsy began to relax just a little about halfway through. See, I can do this, she told herself. People stare at me, but no one’s upset. No one’s arresting me. And despite her embarrassment, Betsy could not help but look at herself in the convex mirrors that were at the end of each aisle to prevent shopping cart collisions. And when she went down the frozen food aisles Betsy found herself enjoying the burst of cool air on her skin every time she opened a door. She could see her reflection in the glass doors. It was all a bit . . . erotic somehow.
At the checkout, there was one pimply-faced teenage boy running the cash register and another bagging her groceries. They both did their best to banter with her but mostly they grinned and stared. Betsy had to tell the bagger twice that no she really didn’t need any assistance getting the groceries to her car.
When she was finally home again Betsy wanted to throw herself in bed and cry . . . or maybe masturbate (she had conflicting impulses). But there was no time for either. She unloaded all of the groceries and then began making dinner. When Kate came home at 5:30, Betsy was ready. She’d made progress on unpacking and had a nice chef salad with salmon ready.
“Well, you’ve been busy,” Kate said as she looked around the house. “And I see you went to the grocery store. How was that?”
“It was good,” Betsy said, as she busily set the table.
Kate came up behind her and held her, kissing the back of her neck and wrapping her arms around from behind. “Did you enjoy your first naked grocery shopping experience, my pretty girl?”
Betsy allowed herself to relax, leaning back against Kate’s strong body and letting Kate’s fingers work their way between her legs. She knew what Kate wanted her to say. “It was wonderful,” Betsy said, closing her eyes as Kate kissed her neck. “I got to walk out in public naked, Kate, and get in my car and drive. I loved walking naked in the sun and I loved shopping naked, especially in the frozen food section.”
It was all a lie, or was it? Betsy didn’t know because Kate was rubbing her clitoris and although she had been uncomfortable and embarrassed when she’d actually experienced these events, now they seemed different as she recounted them for Kate.
“And did you enjoy it? Did you love it?” Kate whispered in her ear as she quickened her movements and Betsy lifted her arms and reached behind to hold Kate’s head against her neck.
“Oh yes,” Betsy moaned, nearing climax. “I loved it. I loved it. Oh god, Kate, thank you for bringing me here. Thank you for taking all of my clothes away. Oh god, Kate, I want to be naked all the time, every minute, all the time, oh god, oh god, naked all the time!”
It was, quite possibly, the most intense orgasm Betsy had ever experienced in her life. For a long time she slumped back against Kate, her eyes closed, her breathing heavy and her skin damp with sudden perspiration. And then she collected herself and found her feet. She turned around to see Kate face to face and Kate was smiling down at her.
“I am so in love with you,” Kate said, kissing her gently.
“Oh Kate!” Betsy cried, tears suddenly in her eyes. “All I want is to make you happy!”
After some while, Kate and Betsy finally sat down to eat. Kate did most of the talking, about her first day in her new job. Betsy concentrated on paying close attention because she had learned from experience that Kate would be irritated if Betsy forgot some detail had Kate told her. But part of Betsy’s mind was busy reliving her experiences of the past 24 hours: the realization that she would be required to go nude all the time; her experience at the grocery store; and her experience having an orgasm while telling Kate about the grocery store. It was almost surreal, as if it happened twice to two very different people.
“Doesn’t that seem a bit odd to you,” Kate asked, and the fact that it was a question startled Betsy back to attention.
“Um,” she said as her brain scrambled to retrieve the memory of the conversation. But it was there. Betsy had been paying enough attention to recall Kate’s long description of how her office at work had been missing several necessities such as a computer and a working telephone. “After all, you said they were’nt very well organized. I guess that’s why they need you.”
“Well they certainly need more discipline,” Kate went on. “You wouldn’t believe how sloppy their accounts payable department is. Here’s an interesting example.”
Betsy did not find the example particularly interesting, nor did she quite understand Kate’s point about accounting, but she listened attentively and sipped her wine.
The next day, Betsy kept herself busy cleaning and unpacking and did not have any need to go anywhere. But Kate seemed disappointed that Betsy had no new experiences to tell.
“You shouldn’t spend all your time working on the house, honey. You need to get out and explore.”
“I will,” Betsy promised. “I just wanted to get us settled in first. I know you like things to be neat and orderly.”
“Oh, I don’t expect that instantly, sweetheart. It’ll get done.”
As they went to bed, Betsy resolved to go on at least one errand the next day so she’d have something to say to Kate in the evening. But the next morning she again found herself busy working on the house and when Kate called at lunchtime she still had not been out.
“I plan to go to the . . . the hardware store this afternoon,” Betsy offered. “I want to get some paint swatches for the kitchen.” She winced as she said this into the phone, knowing it wasn’t good enough.
“Tell you what ,” Kate said. “Don’t cook tonight. I’m taking you out for a change.”
“But I . . . I really like cooking for you–”
“Not tonight. You need a break.”
Betsy knew better than to push it farther, so she pretended to be excited. “Thank you, Kate. I’m looking forward to it.”
And now Betsy was also stuck going to the hardware store because Kate would surely ask about it. Outside, the day was gorgeous and Betsy regretted not being able to spend more time just walking around outdoors. She knew she could, of course, but she had not been able to bring herself to go anywhere naked except when she absolutely had to.
At the hardware store, Betsy felt the eyes of all of the men who worked there and the customers who were also mostly men. But she did her best to act as though she were wearing clothes as she made her way down the paint aisle and selected several shades of yellow for the kitchen.
That evening when Kate got home she embraced Betsy as she always did, kissing her mouth and neck as with her fingers she stroked Betsy’s exposed vagina. Betsy had come to expect this and enjoyed it immensely. Often, of course, these encounters continued until Betsy had an orgasm but this time Kate stopped after a few minutes.
“Mmmmm,” I could just eat you up right here and now,” Kate said, “but we should get going so we don’t have to wait for a table. Make me a quick drink while I get ready.”
Kate dashed off to the bedroom. Betsy hurried into the kitchen to make Kate her vodka tonic. She felt wonderfully aroused by Kate’s attention, but a bit frustrated at how quickly it stopped. But mostly she was nervous about going out to dinner naked in public. As she made Kate’s drink she gulped half of it down herself and then topped it out again and brought it to Kate, who was just changing her clothes.
Kate polished off the drink pretty quickly as she finished getting ready while Betsy told her about the hardware store.
“I’ll bet those men in the store were pretty excited by you,” Kate said. “I’ll bet they imagined they could do this.” Here, Kate suddenly knelt in front of Betsy, put her hands on Betsy’s butt and deeply kissed her pussy.
Betsy leaned back against the bedroom wall, expecting this to go on until she climaxed. But Kate popped up again after only about 15 seconds, glanced at her watch and said, “Ooh, let’s hurry.”
Betsy was terribly aroused and feeling the buzz of the alcohol on an empty stomach. She was expecting them to go to Kate’s car and she hoped they’d drive to a nice dark restaurant, but Kate had her arm around Betsy’s waist and led her in another direction.
“Aren’t we taking the car,” Betsy asked, realizing the answer as she said it.
“Let’s walk,” Kate said. “It’s only a few blocks to that cute little street of shops and restaurants near the university. “I want to try one of them.”
Betsy was not ready for this. Very soon they were walking among other people along a busy street. People were everywhere. Most of them looked at her and smiled, especially the men. She knew she was safe and that her nudity was accepted, and yet she felt intensely exposed.
There were several little restaurants with tables out on the sidewalk. Kate picked one of them and they were soon sitting together at a little white table on the sidewalk. A waiter came and brought them wine. Betsy did her best to seem totally relaxed. She looked around at all of the people passing by and sitting at other tabled. Every single one of them was fully dressed.
“Have you noticed,” Betsy said carefully, “that there don’t seem to be many other people . . . taking advantage of the . . . freedom to be nude? I seem to be the only one.”
“I know,” Kate said. “There’s a reason for that.”
“Yes. There’s a nudist community in the southern portion of the province, about 300 kilometers from here I think. That’s where the court ruling originated, but it affected the entire province. Apparently there don’t happen to be many nudists in this region because the weather is more temperate down there.”
“Oh,” Betsy said uncertainly.
Kate put her hand on Betsy’s bare leg under the table. “But I like it this way, sweetie. You’re so special. You’re like a jewel that stands out brightly among all the ordinariness around you.”
When Kate spoke to her that way it made everything seem perfect, no matter how exposed Betsy felt to the eyes around her.
After dinner Kate wanted to keep exploring the little shopping district near the entrance to the university. “Oh look, honey,” she said stopping. “This is just what we need.”
They were in front of a photography studio where the photographer was set up out on the sidewalk taking portraits in natural light against a stone wall covered with ivy. “I need a new picture of you to put on my desk at work.”
Betsy was alarmed. “What’s wrong with the one you have? It’s almost new and you said you really liked it.”
“I do, silly, but it’s outdated now. You’re wearing clothing in it. After all, I’ve told everyone at work that you’re a nudist. I need a picture that shows you that way.”
“But I can’t . . . I mean I’m not prepared to have my picture taken. My hair must be–”
“You’re hair is fine,” Kate said, running her fingernails through Betsy’s hair to poof it out a bit. “And your face is perfect as always. I don’t think you’re even capable of taking a bad picture because you’re so beautiful.”
Betsy blushed, smitten by Kate’s attention. There was nothing she could do but allow herself to be posed and photographed against the stone wall as dozens of people walked past them.
Next, Kate led them to a garden shop. “We need something for those flower boxes along the sidewalk,” she announced. “I love that picket fence, but it looks so starkly naked.”
Betsy giggled. “I thought you were into having things starkly naked.”
“Just you, my love,” Kate said and kissed her in front of everyone. Betsy felt a rush of joy and arousal mixed in one emotion. And somehow the flowers lined in their little plastic starter containers were part of Betsy’s emotional reaction. She wanted to buy all of them and plant them in the fertile soil of their new home for Kate. She picked out dozens of petunias for the long flower beds that ran between the picket fence and the sidewalk in front of their house and she bought bags of compost to work into the soil and new shovels and trowels. They had to walk back to the house and return with a car to carry it all.
When they got home, Betsy was happily aroused and expecting Kate to initiate a nice bout of lovemaking. But Kate was preoccupied with preparing for something at work the next day and afterwards they just went to sleep.
In the morning Kate was in a hurry to get to work and Betsy knew she had to start working too. The weather forecast was for a muggy day with showers expected late in the afternoon. Betsy wanted to get her flowers into the dirt early before it was too hot, and hopefully just before the rain.
It was hard work. The soil in the flower boxes had not been turned in years and was packed and hard. She wore shoes so that she could work the shovel and it was so humid she quickly worked up a sweat. This made her feel self-conscious because she was out on the sidewalk outside of their yard and people were passing by in cars and on foot. But she was determined and after a while she had the old dirt broken up and had worked in rich compost. By this time her body was shiny wet, dripping with perspiration and speckled with dirt and compost. Yet she didn’t mind. There was something so rich about the whole experience that was making her feel that sense of earthy arousal that she’d felt before.
And as she dug small holes to transplant the root balls of each flower she felt a few sprinkles on her back. She kept working and felt a few more drops and then more and the rain came down. But it was a gentle rain; just a shower that felt perfect on her hot body. She turned her head up into it for a moment, but then kept at her work. Only a few more to plant. Finally she was finished, picked up her tools and carried them through the gate and into the yard. She didn’t want to get out of the rain. It felt too good. She walked through the little back yard to put her shovel and trowel in the tool shed. In the sheltered space between the shed and a giant lilac bush Betsy touched herself and felt a surge rush through her body. She needed to get indoors where she would have complete privacy. The rain had stopped anyway and on the horizon the sky was clear.
Betsy walked in the kitchen door and was on her way to the bedroom, still dripping wet from the rain, but she noticed the light flashing on the phone. She had missed hearing it ring when she was outside. She pressed the button and it was Kate’s voice, a bit on edge, just wanting to remind Betsy of the errand she was supposed to do.
The errand! Betsy had completely forgotten. She looked at the clock and was relieved to see there was still plenty of time. She just had to run down to the post office to pick up a package for Kate that had gotten held up because the sender had not used enough postage. But Kate had been worried about it and Betsy — stupid forgetful Betsy — had promised to take care of it.
She ran to the bathroom to see what she looked like. The rain had cleaned her up pretty well but her hair was a mess. She allowed herself five minutes to blow-dry and comb it and then she was out the door, dashing down the sidewalk to the post office two blocks away. Fortunately the rain had stopped and the sun was struggling to come out from the clouds.
At the post office she stood in line, panting a little from the run, and acutely aware of everyone in line noticing her. When she finally reached the counter she explained her errand and the clerk disappeared for a moment and then came back to announce that no such package was there.
“But it has to be,” Betsy said. “We were told that it was being held.”
The clerk punched some buttons on the computer and said, “oh I see. It’s at the main post office.”
“Where is that?”
“Downtown, at Fourth and Main.” The clerk handed her a little map of the city showing the locations of all the postal branches. “They close at four.”
Betsy looked at the clock. She only had an hour and it would take half that time to get downtown. But Kate was already downtown. She pulled her cellphone from her purse and called Kate’s number. She got voicemail so she pressed zero and a receptionist answered.
“I was trying to reach Kate Henderson,” she said. “I’m her . . . my name is Betsy Andrews and–”
“Oh hi Betsy,” the voice said. “Kate has told us so much about you! You sound adorable.”
“She has? Oh, well, um, do you know where she is?”
“I’m afraid she’ll be tied up for a while. I can get a message to her if it’s important?”
“No, no,” Betsy said quickly. “Don’t interrupt her. I was just calling to . . . say hi.”
“Well I’ll tell her that you called, Betsy,” the voice said.
Betsy hung up and ran the two blocks back to the house. She got in her car and drove to the ramp to the interstate and headed downtown. She had time. She could do this.
She kept glancing at her watch as she drove and seemed to have plenty of time, but once she got downtown Betsy was unsure which exit was best. She saw one that said 6th Street and figured that must be close so she took it. And then she hit traffic. The downtown streets were confusing and there was no place to park. She drove past Fourth and Main and saw the post office, but the parking meters were all taken and she went around the block again. Finally she saw the entrance to a parking garage at a hotel and took it. She snaked up to the sixth floor before finding a space and then ran to the elevator. She hit the lobby button and rode down, but when the doors open she found herself in a shopping mall and as she stepped into the crowd Betsy remembered that she was nude.
But she had no time to worry about how many men were watching her breasts bounce as she ran through the shopping mall to the revolving door leading to the street.
Outside it was now sunny and there were people everywhere. She hurried to the nearest intersection and looked at the map to get her bearings and then at her watch to see how much time was left. It was okay. She was four blocks away and had 15 minutes to get there. But now that she knew this, Betsy could also afford the luxury of being fully aware of the fact that she was naked on a downtown street surrounded by hundreds of clothed people and all eyes were on her.
She tried not to run. Clutching the strap of her purse, Betsy walked briskly down the sidewalk. Her eyes were hidden behind sunglasses but her entire body was exposed. She saw her reflection in the shop windows and she heard the whistles as she had to pass a group of construction workers.
But there it was — the downtown post office. She pushed through the doors and took a place in line. Once again she reached the counter and once again she told a clerk about the important package that had been held for lack of postage. But this time, miraculously it seemed, the package was placed before her and she had only to produce twenty-two cents to take possession of it.
A minute later she was back out on the sidewalk, exhilarated. Now oblivious to the stares she whipped out her cellphone again and punched Kate’s number. This time Kate answered right away.
“I’ve got it!” Betsy sang happily. “I’ve got your package.”
“That’s such a relief,” Kate said. “I was worried about that.”
“And guess what,” Betsy went on happily. “It wasn’t at the Avery branch because they had it downtown, and I got here just in time before they closed!”
“Yep,” Betsy said. “Fourth and Main. I’m parked a few blocks away and–”
“Betsy, you’re a lifesaver. Bring it to me! You’re only about six blocks from my office. If I could have that today it would be fantastic.”
“Bring it to you?”
“I’m in the Caldwell building. That’s right on the square on the southeast corner. Just come four blocks south on Main and you’ll be here. Come to the 22nd floor. Oh shit I have another call I have to take. See you in a few minutes babe. Love you!”
And then she hung up. Betsy put her phone back in her purse and looked down Main Street. It was clearly the busiest part of the central downtown area and she would have to walk through it naked. But the important thing was that she had Kate’s package and Kate had called her a lifesaver. And the receptionist had told her Kate talked about her a lot and that she sounded ‘adorable.’ Those were the things that mattered to Betsy and if she had to walk naked through downtown Kingsley, that was a price she was willing to pay however embarrassing it may be.
So she began walking, clutching the package and wearing her sunglasses so she would not have to make eye contact with the men who passed her on the busy sidewalk. Once again, there was no one else around anywhere near naked. Most people were in business clothing and everyone bustled around importantly.
But Betsy had important business to attend to as well, and she made sure her bearing and attitude showed this. The heels of her dress sandals clicked on the sidewalk as she strode quickly down the sidewalk, carrying her important package to the Caldwell Building. The closer she came the more crowded it was and at every intersection the traffic was gridlocked with taxicabs, delivery vehicles and the occasional limo. A guy her age on a messenger bicycle gave her a wild grin as he passed and yelled “you made my day!”
Finally she reached the downtown square, which was one square block of grass and park benches surrounded by towering skyscrapers on all sides. Betsy found the Caldwell Building and pushed through the revolving door. The brisk walk in the late afternoon sun had made her start to perspire, but now the building’s air conditioning hit her like the freezer at the grocery store. The security guard looked at her as she marched determinedly to the elevator. All the men in dark business suits stared at her, but pretended not to as she waited for the elevator. When two elevators arrived simultaneously everyone seemed to wait for her to choose one and then they all squeezed aboard, ignoring the other one.
When the elevator reached the 22nd floor, Betsy squeezed out among the men, who made a show of politely moving aside for her and yet did not move enough to allow her to get off without brushing against them.
There was a receptionist’s desk just off the elevator and the woman behind it smiled at her knowingly. “You MUST be Betsy,” she gushed. “Let me show you to Kate’s office.”
The woman led Betsy through a room of desks where everyone looked up and watched her go by. Then they walked down a carpeted hallway with rich paneled wood covering the walls. Important looking business people passed them in the hall and smiled at her. At the end of the hallway was another open room and finally there was Kate, rushing to her with her arms outstretched. They hugged and Kate kissed her while the receptionist giggled.
“That looks like it,” Kate said, taking the package and ripping it open. “Wait here a sec, dear.” She cast aside the torn envelope and took the papers that it had held to an office with glass walls behind which an older woman looked up with a surprised expression as Kate went inside. Together they looked at the papers and the older woman smiled broadly and said something that made Kate laugh.
And then both women emerged from the office and walked up to Betsy. “So this is the famous Betsy,” she said.
“Betsy, this is my boss, Dr. Strunk,” Kate said.
“Oh just call me Alice,” Dr. Strunk said, putting out her hand. “Kate speaks of you with considerable affection, and after today I will as well young lady.”
Betsy shook Dr. Alice Strunk’s hand “Thank you,” she said, “but I’m just the delivery girl. I don’t even know what I delivered.”
“I wish all of our delivery girls looked like you,” Dr. Strunk said, and then turning to Kate she added, “you’ve done more than enough for one day, Kate my dear. Why don’t you take off a little early and treat this girl to a nice dinner downstairs at Chez Francois?”
“Good idea, Alice.”
“And I trust I’ll see you both at the auction?”
“Wouldn’t miss it,” Kate said. “C’mon, babe, let’s go get some champaign.”
When they were alone in the elevator, Kate kissed her and instantly put her hand between Betsy’s legs.
Betsy squirmed, but did not resist much. “Someone’s going to catch us.”
“No they won’t. Oooh, baby, you’re pretty wet. Lot’s of people saw you naked today, didn’t they.”
“Yes, but I was . . . so worried about the package.”
“You did good, babe. You can relax now.”
The elevator did not stop until it reached the lobby and for the entire descent Kate kissed Betsy’s faced and neck while massaging her clitoris. Betsy was starting to feel she would climax right there in the elevator when suddenly it stopped and Kate withdrew her hand just as the doors opened.
They were in the lobby and people leaving work or going to dinner were hurrying back and forth. Betsy could see the entrance to Chez Francois across the lobby. It looked extremely fancy with a man in a tuxedo standing in front. She really didn’t want to go in there naked if she could find a way to avoid it, but she felt so sexually aroused she could not think straight.
“Oh shit I forgot something,” Kate said. “Honey, just wait over there in the lounge. I just have to run up to the office for a minute.”
And then Kate was gone into the elevator again leaving Betsy alone. She all eyes on her as she walked slowly across the lobby to some plush couches and chairs outside of the lounge and quite close to the restaurant entrance. Betsy felt very wet between her legs and she was afraid she might leave a wet spot on the upholstery so she chose a dark loveseat. Almost immediately a waiter glided over carrying a tray of champaign glasses. “Compliments of the house,” he said with a slight bow. Betsy took a glass and a little napkin to place it on. She wanted to use it to wipe herself a little, but there were so many people around she could not figure out how to do it without being noticed.
Betsy’s glass was nearly empty when Kate returned.
“Sorry,” she said. “It’s always something. Do you want to go eat?”
“Actually,” Betsy began cautiously, “I was thinking maybe we should just go on home.”
“Why? Aren’t you hungry? This is supposed to be a great restaurant.”
“Well, I just . . . um . . . well you got me pretty excited in the elevator and I’d really like to just go home and make love.”
“Ooooh, well if you put it that way, yes I agree.”
Betsy was relieved that it had been so easy and began to follow Kate to the building’s garage, but Kate stopped her. “Don’t forget you drove separately.”
“Oh right. I parked up by the post office.”
“Do you remember where? It’s your first time downtown after all.”
“Yes, I can picture it.”
“Well I’ll see you at home then, my beautiful nudist.” Kate kissed her on the mouth right there in the midst of a crowd and Betsy felt her legs weaken. Kate had such an effect on her.
Betsy pushed out the revolving door in to the early evening sunshine. The warm air felt good after the air conditioning of the building. Once again Betsy was walking along a busy downtown street in the center of downtown and again she was the only person totally nude. But now she didn’t mind quite so much as before. She still wished she could be dressed and not the center of attention, but she also felt elated at how well things had gone. She had succeeded and Kate was proud of her. And everyone at Kate’s office knew who she was, which could only mean Kate had talked about her to them. And in the elevator she had been so close to having an orgasm. She could stil feel the tingle and the dampness between her legs.
Betsy was a little confused about exactly where the parking garage was. She knew it was within three blocks of the post office and she found the post office easily enough, but every time she started down one street it seemed wrong. She kept circling the same few blocks hoping something would look familiar. There were people everywhere, getting off work and headed for their own cars. All the men stared at her and smiled but Betsy had her sunglasses on and remained aloof.
She was just starting to feel a bit panicky about being lost, naked, downtown when at last she recognized where she was and there was the parking deck just a block ahead. She stood at the corner waiting for the light to change and could not help but see her reflection in the dark glass of a shop. She was so naked. So . . . so . . . so totally naked and people were all around her on a busy downtown street. Betsy could not have imagined only days before that she would ever do this, and now here she was. The light changed and Betsy walked across the street feeling an emotion that was almost confidence. Perhaps this was her life now — perhaps she was Betsy the nudist.