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 ï>¿The Amazing Nature Girl! by Libby

   Mona will not even let me post clothed pictures on this site for fear
some whacko will stalk me.  We have visited naturist parks a couple of time
and I would like to do so more often.

   I am a "naturist," and because we have a large amount of private land I
manage to spend a pretty fair amount of my time undressed.  But I don't
actually do it in front of too many people.  Mostly it is just around Mona
and our close friends.  We've been to naturist resorts a few times, but
Mona isn't too comfortable with it -- but I keep working at her.

   One of my favorite things about being nude is just the simple act of
going outside in the morning with my tea and sitting in my favorite outdoor
chair, and finding it wet with dew or last night's rainfall, and just
sitting down in it, wet on my bare skin.  And when I get up my skin is wet,
but so what?  It's a small thing, but yet also an intrinsic part of living
freely.



   Being nude is just something I've always felt this compulsion to do. 
Even as kid I remember the thrill of making a mad dash through the house
before my bath.  I have older sisters and my father died when I was two so
I never knew him.  Growing up, I was the youngest in a one-bathroom house
full of females so it was pretty common to see one another naked.  You were
only allowed to lock the bathroom door if you were pooping.  Mere peeing
did not warrant privacy, and if you were taking a bath, well, you might as
well leave the door standing open because others would be in and out.



   For my sisters, being naked was just a routine thing you did at certain
practical times, mostly in the bathroom (though they did sunbathe out on
back porch roof), but for me it was a little thrill and I was always ready
to take the opportunity to do it.  Like before or after my bath, not just
when I was little but at 14 or so, I would find some excuse to saunter
downstairs looking for a magazine to read in the tub or whatever.  And if I
could get myself distracted in conversation and stay downstairs naked for a
while -- oooh that was fun.  They could tell I did that on purpose, of
course, and my sisters would call me Lady Godiva and they would give me
teasing compliments about my budding little boobs (which never got a whole
lot more than "budding" as it turned out).  And I totally ate that up.



   We lived in a small town in northern Ohio near Akron and even though it
was just a regular city lot with other houses around we did have a little
bit of outdoor privacy.  Our house was at the top of a hill and the way the
garage, fence and trees were situated, one could step out the back door and
into the yard without anyone seeing.  Now and then I'd be the only one home
and I'd go outside naked just to feel it.  I remember one such day when it
was summer and drizzly rainy and I stood in the misty rain letting my skin
get wet and I rode my bike in circles in the driveway, naked in the
sprinkling rain.  I wanted SO badly to just pedal down the driveway and
down the street to the park, and that image is the first thing I remember
fantasizing about later on in my room as I discovered what happens when you
rub that little bump between your legs.  Mom had told me all about my
vagina and my ovaries and of course my period, but while she did mention
the role of the clitoris, she really didn't do it justice.  Zowee.  I
wanted to go ask my sisters, "do you know about this?  Do you realize what
this DOES??" But I figured they probably did and I didn't want to admit
what I was doing with mine.  It was a while before I masturbated all the
way to climax and there was a period of time in which all I did was get
myself excruciatingly horny and then find an excuse to go downstairs naked.



   I had to be careful not to do that when my sisters' boyfriends were
over, but if they just had girlfriends over I could get away with it and in
fact it was even better because the teasing would be intensified and some
pretty girl older than me would be watching me with teasing eyes as I
pretended it was normal and got a coke out of the fridge or something.  Of
course I had no idea I was gay yet but I knew this was a thrill and a half,
and it was right after one such experience that I pressed my button long
enough to come and I remember laying there sweating on my bed looking at
the ceiling in the dark and thinking, "life is going to be fun."



   As I got a little older I didn't do that quite as much.  For one thing
there were boyfriends constantly in the house, but also I think I got
self-conscious about what my feelings meant, etc.  I had boyfriends too and
I enjoyed the kissing and getting my boobs fondled.  I let a couple boys
get their fingers in me, but that's as far as I let them go.  I enjoyed
having boys get turned on by my body, but I was satisfied with that.  They
weren't, of course, but that was just too bad for them.

   My best friend had rather large boobs and I adored them.  We touched
each others' breasts a few times, but always "pretending" in some way, like
here's how my boyfriend feels me and here's how I'm trying to get him to
feel me.  She'd stay over at my house and we'd lounge on my bed in just our
panties and I wanted her SO bad.  I've told her that in recent years and
she laughed and said she'd have probably gone for it if I'd suggested it.
She's str8 and I'm amazed at how many str8 women fooled around with their
girlfriends growing up.  Where was I when all this was going on??  I didn't
get the memo on that!



   College



   In college I was in an all-girl dorm my first year and I would stroll
naked down the hallway to the bathroom acting so casual, and accepting any
opportunity to stop and chat with someone.  That's how I met my first
girlfriend, Kelly.  We had two or three hallway conversations like that and
then about the third time she said oh I have a copy of that book you said
you need -- c'mon down to my room.  So we walked wayyyy down the the other
end of the dorm to her room and gosh darn she just couldn't find that book,
but would I care for some wine?  We sat around drinking wine and listening
to music and I was thinking oh this is so cool and sophisticated, I'm just
naked here and it's just normal.

   And then we were dancing there in her room, me so so naked and seeing
myself in the mirror and getting silly drunk on a single glass of wine. 
And then.  Slow music.  As if it were the most normal thing in the world
(which come to think of it, it is) she took off her clothes and stepped
close to me and we began to slow dance, skin touching skin and her hands
going up and down my bare back and resting now and then on my bottom.



   Well, I won't go on with all the sweet, sexy details but we made love in
her bed, my first time.



   Throughout college and afterwards I sometimes went nude a lot and
sometimes didn't.  It sort of depended on what was happening in my head and
what my friends were like.  Part of that time I was roomies with two str8
chicks who both had boyfriends, so I was not in the habit of being nude
there cuz even if no guys were present at the moment you never knew when
one of them would just barge in without knocking.  Then there was a period
of time when I was a little out of control as my manic periods were getting
worse and I was not yet diagnosed with bipolar.  If you have ever
experienced clinical mania it is a lot like being on great drugs -- you
feel euphoric and way too self-confident, plus you don't think about
consequences.  So there were a few times during this period when my natural
desire to be nude in public places did not get restrained by common sense
(not that I have a lot of common sense even at my best).



   I have lost touch with Kyle and JT, a butchy lez couple from those days
(e-mail me if you are reading this girlz!), but they were some wild chicks
and they got a kick out of pushing me over the edge, which was easy to do
in those days.  I can remember removing all my clothes in their car as we
were driving on the highway in the middle of the night and throwing them
out the sunroof.  I can remember sitting with them in a very dark smokey
bar in a booth in a corner and they talked me completely out of my clothes.
No one could see me back there in the dark and my long hair covered most of
what showed above the table.  But Kyle put my clothes in her backpack and
then suddenly they both said "well let's go" and jumped up and headed for
the door.  I ran after them past everyone and out into the street where it
was still blazingly daylight and they ran to the car and made me run after
them and when I caught up with me they locked me out of the car and
pretended to drive away.



   It sounds funny now -- and in fact it was pretty funny then -- but I was
actually pretty nuts right then and looking back on it I see it like a
movie as if it was someone else and not me.  This was right at the
beginning of an emotional meltdown that finally led me to see a shrink and
get diagnosed with bipolar.  The nudie episodes themesleves were not a big
deal -- tho I did take some risks and I'm lucky I never got arrested or
raped in a few of those situations.



   Mona



   By the time I was with Mona I was fairly sane.  I've written elsewhere
how we met, but once she and I got together we discovered that one thing we
really really have in common is that we both adore having me be naked.

   With Mona I have always known I am safe.  She can handle anything, and
unlike people like Kyle & Jet, she is always looking out for my welfare. 
With other people I'd been involved with getting naked was certainly
appreciated, but it was generally taken as a prelude to sex -- you get
naked, smooch, rub each others parts, have orgasms ...  and put your
clothes back on.  That's a fine thing, as far as it goes, but there's not
enough naked time in that scenario to suit me.



   As Mona became aware of my proclivity she reacted in what I considered
the perfect way.  If I was dressed she'd tsk and say "why are you dressed?
Go take those clothes off right now." I'm a submissive by nature (though I
don't use that word when speaking to non-lesbians because they don't
understand and think it means doormat), and I enjoy it when she TELLS me to
be nude.  And she does it not just so we can have sex, though we generally
do sooner or later, but also for its own sake.



   And it's not just for sexual play either.  I like to be nude even when
I'm home alone, especially when I can bee outdoors working in my gardens or
sunning or playing frisbee with my dogs.  That's the naturist part -- just
grooving in your natural state out in nature!



   When we bought this house two years or so ago Mona told the realtor we
wanted several acres of private land, but in a reasonably safe and secure
setting -- like not smack up against a state forest where hunters might
come tromping through.  We know our neighbors but we can't see them,
especially when the leaves are full, except one house and that's the one
that our friends Jayne and Margot bought last year and are fixing up.  And
of course I've got my dogs, so I feel safe.