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 ï>¿The Conspiracy by Rita

   Where to start?  Well the beginning is a good a place as any, I suppose.
My name is Rita and I live in San-Francisco, California.  I am of South
American decent but have been living in California most of my life.  It
-(TM)s no secret that San Francisco is a liberal city to say the least. 
During my years here I have seen  -~Gay Pride Parades -(TM), where many of
the women are topless and some even make the bike rides fully nude.  I
-(TM)ve been to the  -~Folsom Street Fair -(TM).  That has to be seen to be
believed.  I have even witnessed the  -~Exotic Erotic Ball at the Cow
Palace -(TM), which made me feel self-conscious, even though I was fully
dressed while many of the party goers where completely naked.

   Observing these, along with many other similar events over the years
always left me wondering how anyone could just take off their clothes in
public.  It always seemed so reckless to me.  Still my curiosity would draw
me to the events, but as a spectator only.  Who knows, maybe I needed a
psychiatrist.  I probably would have gone to see someone, if I wasn -(TM)t
afraid some inner desire I was harboring, would be brought to the surface
of my psyche and exposed.  Well anyway, my modesty always kept me in check,
even though I would make any excuse to be in the neighborhoods where these
events took place.  Again.  As a  -~Spectator Only -(TM)!

   I was always taught when I was growing up that even if you could count
your true friends on one hand, having true friends meant you were very
lucky.  My true and closest friends are Caroline, Miranda and Ashley.  We
have all been close for years and spend a considerable amount of time
together.  In fact, the four of us rent a cottage in the pacific north west
for a long weekend every summer, and this year was no different.  The girls
are all 5 -(TM) 7 - or taller and blonde, which is quite a contrast to my
5 -(TM) 2 -, 108 lbs.  frame, dark complexion and jet-black hair. 
Occasionally they would tease me, calling me the  -~Chiquita Banana -(TM)
girl.  Once I even attended a Halloween party dressed as her, fruit head
dress and all.  As close as all were, I never let them know how I would
visit those public nudity events from time to time.

   Summer came and our long weekend getaway was less than a week away.  As
usual the girls and I were in more frequent contact, planning the itinerary
for our trip.  We would go whale watching, antique shopping, visit the
light houses along with other activities.  The one thing we always did was
to spend Saturday night and an old-fashioned pub, drinking,  -~you guessed
it! -(TM),  -~Old-Fashioned -(TM) cocktails.  The pub was less than a block
from our rental cottage, which was convenient since we were usually pretty
drunk and had a difficult time navigating the short walk back.  I once saw
Miranda pass out in someone -(TM)s flower beds.  Fortunately, it was next
door to our cottage since we had to carry her the rest of the way home. 
Good times.

   Our long weekend always started after work on Wednesday, since we had a
ten-hour drive, not including stops.  We split the driving and travelled
throughout the night, putting us in the quaint Oregon town by 6:00 Thursday
morning.  We would usually return on Monday, allowing us four days away and
one day to make the return trip.  After work on Wednesday, I met the girls
and we departed San Francisco at 7:00 pm.  Our road trip was on.  This was
our sixth year at the cottage.  We started the custom when we were in our
early twenties.  We were all either twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old,
and all still single.

   As usual we drove through the night, stopping half way at the same
twenty-four-hour truck stop diner we always ate at, then continued on.  We
arrived at the cottage early Thursday morning.  The key location and
payment were always made in advance, so the four of us would unpack and
take a nap before going on our first excursion.  By noon that Thursday we
had all unpacked, rested a bit and were strolling the charming streets of
the small seaside town.  After a walk down to the beach we stopped for some
lunch at a local cafÃ(C).  It was mid-afternoon when Caroline suggested we
stop at the pub near our cottage and get a glass of wine.

   All in agreement, we went in and took a table by the front window of the
tiny tavern, allowing us a view of the locals as they passed by.  The girls
and I were enjoying our wine when a guy with some posters came in, walked
up to the bar and started talking with Andy, the owner of the pub.  The
only waitress I had ever seen in the pub, Rachel, was busy wiping down the
few vacant tables.  The pub held no more than fifty people at full
capacity. Since only alcohol and a few bar snack options were served in the
pub, it had a minimum age requirement of twenty-one.



   The Conspiracy - 2

   Andy shook hands with the guy holding the posters, as I heard him say, 
-œSure, no problem.  It -(TM)s right around the corner -.  The man put up
one of his posters on the bulletin board that was on the wall leading to
the restrooms, then left.  Curiosity got the best of me, so I walked over
to see what he was advertising.  You could have knocked me over with a
feather when I read the poster.

   [ -œSupporters of  -~The Marine Mammals Protection Act -(TM) invite you
to take part in our  -~First Annual Naked Bicycle Ride -(TM).  All are
encouraged to attend in support of the local Killer Whales, whose numbers
have been in decline for the last two decades.  Come ride with us or just
attend as a spectator, in support of this most noble of causes.  Riders can
register for the two-mile ride on Saturday morning up until 10:00 a.m.  The
bike ride will commence at 11:00 a.m.  The route will take all riders from
the parking area at  -~Look-out Bay -(TM), along Pacific Blvd to 
-~Solitude Cove -(TM), nude recreational beach area.   -œRiders.  Come Shed
It All! -  -œSpectators.  Come give your moral support to these 
-~Majestic Marine Mammals -(TM) and our group of valiant riders! -  -œSEE
YOU THERE! -]

   I couldn -(TM)t believe what I was reading.   -œNaked bicycle ride? 
Nude Beach?  What?  Was I back in San Francisco? -, I thought to myself. I
read the poster again but remained bewildered.  Just then, Rachel walked up
behind me and started to read the poster over my shoulder.   -œAre you
going to ride? -, she asked me.   -œWhat?  Me?  Why would I ride? -, I
responded, in a somewhat irritated tone.  I didn -(TM)t know Rachel, other
than the fact that she served us drinks when we were in town once a year. I
-(TM)m sure she didn -(TM)t even recognize me.  Concerned I may have
offended her with my tone, I regrouped and said,  -œNo.  I won -(TM)t be
riding.  I don -(TM)t even have a bike with me -.  She casually replied, 
-œToo bad -, as she walked away and returned to her duties in the pub.

   Unsure of what Rachel meant, I returned to the table and took a big gulp
of my wine, as I pointed to the poster and filled the girls in on what it
said.  Ashley got up saying,  -œI have to see this for myself -, as she
walked over and studied the poster.  She turned to us with an expression of
disbelief on her face, as she giggled and pointed to the  -~Naked Bicycle
Ride -(TM) advertisement.  After everyone had made the walk over to read
the poster for themselves, we sat in a tight circle discussing the upcoming
event, now sipping our third glass of wine and laughing.

   We finished our wine and headed for the door when I excused myself,
telling the girls I had to use the restroom.  And that -(TM)s exactly what
it was.  An excuse.  I really wanted to see the poster again, and if I
could summon the courage, ask Rachel what she meant when she said,  -œToo
bad -.  I walked down the hall towards the restrooms as the girls left the
pub and ventured out onto the sidewalk.  I stopped at the poster when
Rachel once again joined me.  I figured it was now or never, so I turned
and asked her,  -œWhat did you mean when you said,  -œToo bad? -.

   Rachel blushed a bit and said,  -œI -(TM)m sorry.  That came out
unexpectedly -, carefully avoiding the question, which stirred my
curiosity into a frenzy.  I had to know now.   -œPlease.  What did you
mean? -, I asked again.  She smiled with a coy grin and told me something
that would influence my behavior for the rest of our long weekend.   -œI
-(TM)m a lesbian.  I -(TM)ve noticed you in here when you and your friends
come up to visit.  I was just hoping to see that  -~perfect little body
-(TM) of yours, naked -, as she looked away.   -œPerfect little body? -,
I thought.  I -(TM)m 5 -(TM)2 - tall.  I only weight 108 pounds.  My tits
are a small  -~B -(TM) if that, and my nipples are dark brown to match my
light brown skin.

   Not sure how to respond but obviously flattered, I looked at her and
asked,  -œYou remembered me form last year? - She turned her focus back to
my dark brown eyes, and said,  -œNot just last year.  All the years you
guys have been coming up here.  Everyone has their  -~Type -(TM), right?
-, as she looked over my tiny frame.  Feeling completely dumbfounded, I
replied,  -œYeah.  I guess so -, as I turned and headed for the door. 
Before I could reach it, Rachel called out,  -œHey! - I turned to see her
approaching me.  She quietly said,  -œIf you do decide to ride on Saturday,
be sure to shave your pussy -.  I was insistent in my tone when I asked, 
-œWhy would you say something like that to me?  Why? - I was about to get
a crash course in alternative life styles.



   The Conspiracy - 3

   Caroline opened the pub door, and asked,  -œRita.  Are you coming?  We
-(TM)re going back to the cottage for a while -.  Unable to pry myself
away, without hearing Rachel -(TM)s response to my question, I told her I
would catch up.  The door closed behind me and for reasons unknown, I gave
Rachel my full attention.   -œYou look like you could use another glass of
wine -, she said.  Now the only person in the pub, other than Andy and
Rachel, I shook my head  -œYes - and sat at a table.  Rachel brought me my
fourth glass of wine and sat in the chair next to me.  Every fiber of my
being told me to run and catch up with the others, but I had to hear what
she had to say.

    -œRita.  I like that -, she said, as I could feel my hand shaking, as
I held the wine glass.   -œMost of the women that get completely naked at 
-~Gay pride events -(TM),  -~Environmental rallies -(TM) and such, are
lesbians.  We have a sort of  -~mystique -(TM) about us.  It -(TM)s like we
don -(TM)t care what anyone thinks about us.  And we don -(TM)t -, she
continued.   -œNow don -(TM)t get me wrong.  Straight women will remove
their clothes at these events too, but they will not usually get totally
naked.  Shaving your pussy is a sign that you are completely comfortable in
your own skin, and that being surrounded by spectators is no big deal -.
Her words seemed to be in complete agreement with the actions I had so
often witnessed at similar events I visited in San Francisco.

   I was in such a self-induced trance, picturing myself parading around in
the nude at the  -~Naked Bicycle Ride -(TM), that I barely heard Rachel
when she said,  -œThe event planners will always tell you that people will
remember the purpose of the event, if there is nudity involved.   -~The
Shock Factor -(TM).  I think they just want an excuse to get naked in
public.  Either way, it makes no difference to me.  I don -(TM)t know why,
but I asked,  -œAre you going on the ride? - Rachel replied,  -œI haven
-(TM)t made up my mind yet -.

   Knowing I needed to rejoin my friends, I asked her one more question.  
-œHow long has there been a  -~nude beach -(TM) here? -  -œOh.  That
-(TM)s been there for more than ten years.  But this is Oregon, not Miami
Beach.  There are only so many days a year to really enjoy it -.  Having
satisfied my curiosity, I finished my wine and started to head for the
ladies -(TM) room, (really needing to use it this time) when Rachel said, 
-œHey Rita.  I didn -(TM)t mean to make you uncomfortable.  I just figured,
as I have for the last few years, this might be your last time up here. 
So, I needed to find out if you were interested.  Anyway, if you ever want
to experiment with lesbianism, be sure to look me up -, as she walked back
to the bar.

   Still flattered and a bit woozy from the wine, I made my way to the
restroom, completely stunned at what had just transpired in the last 60
minutes of my life.  I peed, then went to wash my hands when I once again,
could not believe my eyes.  On the wall to the right of the sink was a
collage of photos of naked women serving drinks in this pub!  I splashed my
face with cold water and took another look.  WTF?  There were six pictures,
of six different naked women, serving drinks to the customers,  -~IN THIS
PUB! -(TM), under the heading  -~Europe In Oregon -(TM)!  I studied the
photos carefully to be sure I was not mistaken.  I wasn -(TM)t.  Those
photos were taken in this tiny, little tavern.  Both Andy and Rachel could
be seen in the background of some of the photos.  Again!  WFT?

   I immediately walked out into the bar area, then signaled Rachel to
accompany me back to the ladies -(TM) room, hoping I wasn -(TM)t leading
her on.  We entered the restroom and I pointed to the collage.   -œWhat is
going on here? -, I asked.   -œI know Oregon is a liberal state and this
is a somewhat liberal town, but a  -~Naked Bicycle Ride -(TM) for Killer
whales.   -~A Nude Beach -(TM) and now this,  -~Europe in Oregon -(TM)? -
In less than and hour, I had seen more evidence of  -~broad-minded -(TM),
bordering on obscene behavior than I would have witnessed in San Francisco
in months.  Rachel nonchalantly replied,  -œOh that.  We -(TM)ve been
having  -~Europe in Oregon -(TM) nights, the second Saturday of each months
for a while now -.

    -œAndy hires naked women to serve the drinks? -, I asked, in what must
have been a frustrated tone.   -œOh no, Rita -, She replied.   -œThose
women are all local volunteers.  Some weeks we have to pull names out of a
hat, since we -(TM)re only allowed one naked server for the evening.  I
guess anything to break up the monotony of living in a small town -, as
she shrugged her shoulders.  Unable to come to grips with the changes since
last summer, I just shook my head in bewilderment and disbelief, mumbled, 
-œWhatever - and headed back to the cottage.



   The Conspiracy - 4

   I took my time walking the short distance back to the cottage,
reflecting on the recent events, wondering if the hidden desires I was
worried about earlier were working their way to the surface.  I took a deep
breath and entered the front door of the cottage, hoping not to portray any
signs of the discombobulation that was gripping me.  Just when I felt I had
pulled myself together, I heard Miranda calling out,  -œDid you give her a
taste? - I could hear them laughing as my heart jumped out of my chest. 
When I rounded the corner to the living room, Miranda and Ashley were
mimicking a lesbian couple.

   Horrified, I yelled out,  -œWhat is the matter with you two? -
Caroline, being the  -~Mother Hen -(TM) of our foursome, put her arm around
me and said,  -œRita.  If you didn -(TM)t realize that girl at the pub was
hitting on you, then you -(TM)re the only one who didn -(TM)t -.  Miranda
(who has the maturity level of a five-year old) was moving her tongue
between her first two fingers, imitating female oral sex, while Ashley
asked,  -œSo.  Our little  -~Chiquita banana girl -(TM), are you going to
let her eat your fruit? - Miranda and Ashley started rolling around
laughing as I stood there, completely humiliated.   -œThat -(TM)s Enough!
- came Caroline -(TM)s stern voice, as she walked into the kitchen
muttering,  -œI -(TM)d like to have an orgasm that didn -(TM)t come from a
plastic toy -.

   Ashley and Miranda looked like two little girls that had just been
scolded by their mother.  I was just relieved Caroline had put an end to
their ridiculing of me.  As Caroline was making a grocery list, the two
women looked at me with  -~bug eyes -(TM) looking for any morsel of sexual
intrigue.   -œO.k.  O.k.!  She told me she was a lesbian and that she is
attracted to me! - Even Caroline stopped in her tracks to hear what was to
follow.  Never having actually told Rachel I was not a lesbian, I chose my
next words very carefully.   -œShe felt like she had to take a chance and
let me know.  That -(TM)s all! -, I insisted, hoping to put an end to the
discussion.

   Caroline walked into the living room on her way to the front door, and
said,  -œCome on Rita.  Let -(TM)s go grocery shopping.  When we got into
the car, Caroline said something that would both increase my confusion on
the lesbian matter and have me giving second thoughts about participating
in  -~The Naked Bike Ride -(TM).   -œYou know Rita.  If I was interested in
experimenting with the idea of an alternative lifestyle, I would do it far
from home, just in case it turned out it wasn -(TM)t for me.  That way I
could chalk it up as an adventure, but it wouldn -(TM)t intrude on my life
as it presently is -, she counseled.   -œI -(TM)m not a lesbian Caroline
-, I said, in a somewhat timid voice.

   We were mostly silent the remaining three miles to the small local
grocer, but I did notice there were some more of the posters on the
telephone poles, advertising the naked bike ride event.   -œSo.  Is your
little admirer going on the  -~Killer Whale Awareness Ride -(TM)? -,
Caroline asked, after also noticing the posters.  Always the states-woman,
she found a way of presenting  -~bike ride -(TM) as something other than an
opportunity for outright naked exhibitionism.  Unaware she was drawing me
into a discussion on the issue, I replied,  -œRachel said she hadn -(TM)t
made up her mind yet -.  It wasn -(TM)t until after the words left my
mouth that I realized how familiar I had characterized our relationship.  
-œRachel, huh? -, was Caroline -(TM)s only response.  She didn -(TM)t
bring up the subject for the rest of our shopping trip.

   During our time in the store, and for the entire ride home, Rachel
-(TM)s blue eyes, coy smile and well-toned 125-pound physique were
consuming my every thought.  The idea of being with her, even if only once,
was rapidly becoming an obsession.  I even had to fight the urge to look
past Caroline as we drove by the pub, attempting to get a glimpse of her. 
-œThis is not good -, I thought to myself.   -œO.k.  Rita.  Get a hold of
yourself -, I continued telling myself, concerned Miranda and Ashley may
tease me some more, prompting me to let out some of these penned up
thoughts and emotions.  Even as we were bringing in the groceries, I was
thinking of a way to get back down to the pub, alone.

   By the time Caroline and I had returned, Ashley and Miranda had already
ventured down to the pub for a pre-dinner cocktail.  Or at least that
-(TM)s what the text on Caroline -(TM)s phone had read.  I had mixed
emotions on the subject.  For one, I was afraid of what they may say to
Rachel, about her admission to me, that I was  -~Her Type -(TM).  On the
other hand, Rachel may talk them into convincing me to take the naked bike
ride.  By now, the idea had become something I would definitely consider
doing.  Having those two egging me on would make the decision easier.  Like
Caroline said, if you -(TM)re going to experiment with an alternative
lifestyle, it -(TM)s better to do it away from home.

   The Conspiracy - 5

   Caroline and I had put the groceries away and cooked dinner, with no
word from Ashley and Miranda.  I sent them a text informing them that
dinner was ready.  The only response I received was,  -œWe -(TM)ll heat it
up later -.  Caroline and I ate, cleaned the dishes, put a plate aside for
each of the girls and poured ourselves some wine.  After two glasses, my
earlier buzz kicked in and I was feeling pretty good.  Caroline also had
several glasses, so we relaxed on the back deck and talked.  Memories of
the San Francisco events I had attended seem to be at the forefront of my
mind, when out of the blue, Caroline said,  -œDid I ever tell you I went
topless at an event in San Francisco once? -

   I know I must have appeared eager to hear her story but attempted to
seem disinterested.  I then asked her if she -(TM)d like a refill, as I
stepped into the kitchen to grab the wine bottle.  She nodded, so I topped
off our glasses and sat down, replying,  -œNo.  I don -(TM)t think so -. 
-œI don -(TM)t remember the reason for the walk, to be honest -, she said.
 -œBut I have a friend, Mary, that was supporting whatever cause it was
for, and she didn -(TM)t want to walk in this parade topless by herself. 
So, I walked topless with her -, she continued in the most nonchalant
tone. Putting on my best attitude of indifference, I quietly asked,  -œHow
long ago was that? -, anxiously awaiting her answer.   -œOh, about three
or four years ago -, she replied, as she took another sip of her wine.

   Worried I was going to appear to inquisitive, but unable to let the
subject go without knowing one last thing, I asked,  -œWeren -(TM)t you
embarrassed? -  -œNah!  There were several rallies going on all over the
city that weekend.  We walked a mile down the street, between the crowds on
the sidewalks and ended at up at city hall.  We didn -(TM)t even put our
tops back on for almost an hour after we got there.  I  -~did -(TM) tell my
parents before-hand however, in case they saw me on the 6:00 news or
something -, as she chuckled.   -œThey didn -(TM)t care.  They knew Mary
needed a friend that day, so I went along with her.  It was no big deal -,
she said, finishing her fourth glass of wine.  I could see Miranda doing
something like that, but Caroline?  Well, that just blew me away.

   Just then Miranda and Ashley walked in, both pretty buzzed, which
provided the necessary interruption, to keep me from asking any further
questions and tipping my hand.   -œYou guys should have joined us! -,
Ashley said, as Miranda took a swig right out of the wine bottle.   -œYeah
Rita!  Your girlfriend was asking about you! -, Miranda divulged, while
choking down the mouth full of wine.  Given their condition, I decided it
was best not to respond, but was feeling excited that Rachel had asked
about me.  It was almost 8:00 by this time and Caroline let the girls know
they had dinner plates in the kitchen, then said goodnight, as she headed
off to her room.

   I made my speedy exit also, leaving the girls to party it up together if
they wanted, or have their dinner.  Either way, I was going to avoid any
possible teasing and went to my room too.  After and hour and a half of
watching T.V.  but mostly thinking about both Rachel and the upcoming bike
ride, I noticed the house was quiet.  I peeked out my bedroom door to see
everyone had called it a night.  I walked through the house and made sure
the girls didn -(TM)t forget to lock up.  I shut the lights on the living
room and headed for the bathroom.  As I sat and peed, an overwhelming urge
to take a shower came over me.  I grabbed my things from my bedroom and
went back to the bathroom, listening for any movement from the others.

   I got undressed, set the shower water temperature to warm then stepped
in.  As always, I washed my short black hair first, then my arms, followed
by my torso.  Not that I was surprised to find my nipples were hard,
considering the thoughts that had occupied my mind most of the day, it
-(TM)s just that they had never stood so erect as I contemplated a sexual
encounter with another woman.  That -(TM)s probably because I never
contemplated a sexual encounter with another women.  After washing the
areas of my back that I could reach, my hands made their way to my butt
cheeks and crack, then my totally aroused pussy.  Before I knew what was
happening, a razor was removing the jet-black pubic hair from my mound.  I
must have spent twenty minutes making sure there wasn -(TM)t the slightest
hint of stubble.

   I finished shaving and rinsing, stepped out of the shower, then stood
dripping wet on the bath mat in front of the full-length mirror on the
bathroom door.  Suddenly, this overwhelming feeling of regret came over me.
I hadn -(TM)t shaved my pubic hair (other than a regular trimming) for
years.  Staring at my tiny frame, undersized breasts and completely bald
pussy lips in the mirror, made me feel like I was looking at the reflection
of a twelve- year-old girl from South America.  I wrapped myself in a
towel, grabbed my things and bolted for my bedroom.  I frantically locked
the door behind me and stood in front of the mirror over the dresser.  OMG!
I did look like I was twelve years old!

   I spent the next half hour convincing myself that it didn -(TM)t matter
that I looked like a pre-pubescent twelve-year-old girl, since nobody was
going to see my pussy anyway, as my thoughts returned to Rachel and the
bike ride.  Sexually frustrated, I dismissed the bike ride for the moment
and focused on Rachel.  I then masturbated myself to a massive orgasm. 
After satisfying myself, I drifted off to sleep, naked.  I woke on Friday
morning, put on my T-shirt and sweat pants then made my way to the kitchen.
Caroline was the only one in the kitchen at the time.  I said good morning,
poured myself some orange juice, and was taking my first sip when I heard,
-œHEY!  You could clean the drain you know! -, came a shout from Ashley,
as she prepared to take a shower.   -œI know it was you Rita!  I can tell
by the color of the hair! -



   The Conspiracy - 6

   Caroline looked at me and whispered,  -œRita!  Did you shave your pussy?
- Having no idea how to respond, I just stood there with a blank stare,
looking back at her.  She gave me the  -~Whatever -(TM) look and said
nothing.  Feeling a bit indignant, I responded,  -œSo what if I did?  You
-(TM)ve never shaved yours? - Her response would get me wondering again
about Rachel and throw me into emotional confusion.   -œOf-course I have
honey, but only when I was expecting someone else to be down there.  Sadly,
that -(TM)s been quite a while.  Don -(TM)t get me wrong.  I still perform
my daily grooming -.  She then looked right into my eyes, and asked, 
-œRita.  Do you have someone in mind? -  -œNo! -, I instantly replied,
still picturing Rachel in my mind -(TM)s eye.  The subject was dropped, and
we prepared breakfast and got ready for our whale watching tour, scheduled
for 9:00 a.m.

   I finished my breakfast, then returned to my room to get ready for the
whale watching boat tour.  It was summer, but I knew the weather out on the
water could turn chilly at any time.  I decided to wear a sweatshirt over
the T-shirt and bra I had chosen.  I caught a glimpse of my bottomless
figure in the mirror and started to regret again, having shaven every last
bit of pubic hair.  For some unknown reason, I picked out a sheer fabric
thong and my jean skirt, then finished getting dressed, anxious to cover
the bald pussy lips that made me appear to be about twelve years old. 
Ankle socks and sneakers completed the outfit.

   I met up with the girls in the kitchen, when I heard a knock at the
front door.   -œThat must be Rachel -, Miranda said.  My heart started
pounding as I tried to appear uninterested, yet still managed to ask, 
-œWhat is Rachel doing here? -  -œShe doesn -(TM)t have to work at the pub
until 5:00 tonight, so we invited her to go whale watching with us -,
Ashley replied.   -œWe were pretty drunk last night, so must have forgotten
to tell you guys -, she added.  Miranda opened the front door when I
heard,  -œHey Girl!  Glad you could join us -.   -œThanks for inviting me
-, came the reply from Rachel.  I was torn between total apprehension, and
some inner sexual desire, when Rachel and Miranda emerged from the hallway
that led to the living room.  Ashley ran up and gave Rachel a hug, while
Caroline and I stared at each other, wondering what the hell was going on.

    -œIs everyone ready? -, Ashley asked.  Barely able to look Rachel in
the eye, I answered,  -œYes -, as we made our way out to the car.  With
five women instead of four, I naturally had to take the middle seat in the
rear of the car, because of my tiny size.  I felt like a child as I buckled
my seat belt, while Rachel and Miranda were taking their places on either
side of me.  Caroline and Ashley took the two front seats, while Caroline
was in the driver -(TM)s position as always.  The wharf, where the  -~Whale
watching boat -(TM) was docked was less than two miles away.

   As we made our way down the winding road to the wharf, Rachel asked, 
-œSo what have you guys been doing, since you arrived in town? - Ashley
turned to respond to Rachel, and said,  -œNot too much.  But Rita shaved
her pussy! -  -œAshley! -, I snapped.   -œOh!  Don -(TM)t deny it Rita!
It was your curly little black pubes I had to clear from the bathtub drain
this morning -.  I could not have been more humiliated, as I felt the urge
to pull my jean skirt down as far as it would go.  Miranda looked at me and
asked,  -œRita.  You shaved your pussy? - I felt my thighs clinching
together, as I sat there mortified, but unable to answer.  Caroline rescued
me by saying,  -œThere -(TM)s the boat Ladies -, as the vessel we were to
travel on, came into sight.

   I think I was the only one to hear Rachel murmur, as she looked out the
window of the car,  -œI -(TM)d love to see that -.  My pussy was swelling
with excitement as I tried to ignore Rachel -(TM)s comment, but was unable
to quell my total arousal.  Caroline had pulled the car into a parking
space and we all exited the vehicle, then walked down to the ramp that led
to the  -~Whale Watching -(TM) tour boat.  The cool Oregon breeze was
blowing up my jean shirt and stimulating my bald pussy even more, as we
made our way to the admissions gate.  We exchanged our tickets for passage,
then walked up the gang plank and stepped onto the boat.

   This was not our first whale watching tour, but each tour can be
different.  Grey whales are the main species we had hoped to see, yet today
-(TM)s trip would prove to be somewhat prophetic in nature.  As the boat
made its way through the bay and into the open sea, Rachel walked up next
to me, and asked,  -œIs it completely bald? - I turned to her and asked in
an exasperated voice,  -œWHAT? -  -œYour pussy Rita!  Did you shave it
completely bald, or did you leave a little strip? -, she questioned.  An
overwhelming feeling of shame came over me as I looked down and muttered, 
-œIt -(TM)s completely bald -.  I have no idea why I knowingly walked into
her sexual snare, but I did.



   The Conspiracy - 7

   Rachel and I were several feet away from the others, when I looked up to
her and said, in a stern but low tone,  -œRachel.  Forget it!  I -(TM)m not
going to be pulling up my skirt, so you to see my pussy! -.   -œRita, you
hot little thing.  There -(TM)s no pressure -, she replied, whispering in
my ear.   -œI wouldn -(TM)t want to see your sweet bald pussy lips here,
anyway.  I -(TM)d prefer you were totally naked and spread out on my bed.
That way I could not only see them, but I could taste what -(TM)s inside
too. -, she continued, as she chuckled, then walked about the boat.  There
was no way I was going to be able contain my aroused libido.  The best I
could hope for, was to suppress it for now.

   I made my way to the side of the boat, trying to think about anything
but my desire to satisfy, not only Rachel -(TM)s desires, but my own as
well.  In less than twenty-four hours, I went from not ever thinking about
a lesbian encounter, to not thinking about anything else.  I was looking
out over the ocean, consumed with curiosity and a tentative yearning, when
Caroline stepped up next to me and handed me a cup of coffee from the
little snack shop on the boat.   -œRita, I -(TM)m sorry Miranda and Ashley
didn -(TM)t check first before inviting Rachel.  Are you alright? - Now
that was a good question.

   I told Caroline I was fine and had no problem with Rachel joining us for
the outing.  Deep down I knew my mixed emotions were caused more by my own
inner turmoil, than by Rachel -(TM)s sexual advances.  True to her words
(no pressure), Rachel never brought up the subject of us having a physical
encounter for the remainder of the cruise.  We had been out for almost an
hour, when the sun broke through the clouds, warming us up and making the
voyage far more enjoyable.  The voice of the cruise director came through
the many speakers located on the boat, announcing that there had been a
whale sighting.  Not the grey whales most were hoping to see, but a pod of
killer whales.

   Everyone aboard made their way to the side of the boat where the
sighting had been made.  What happened next would make me feel like I was
destined to do my part to bring public awareness to the plight of these
magnificent creatures.  The captain had turned off the boat motors to set
the vessel adrift, in an attempt to draw the whales closer to the us. 
Everyone had their camera phones and videos out to capture the event.  I
was standing at the rear of the boat when all of a sudden, one of the
whales broke the surface of the water right in front of me.  It was almost
like he or she was smiling directly at me.  What was even more incredible
is that the whale stayed there, looking at me for almost a minute, even
allowing me to pet it several times.

   The entire experience was so surreal.  The rubbery texture of the snout
of the whale was like nothing I had ever touched, and for some reason the
two of us had a moment in the wild, rarely seen.  For a minute, it was as
if the great beast wanted to bond with me, emotionally.  The whale sank
below the surface of the water and returned to the company of his pod.  The
behavior of the pod seemed friendly, if not outright playful.  As quickly
as they arrived, the pod had disappeared below the waves.  Only their fins
breaking the surface of the water in the distance, could be seen.

   Every eye on the boat was on me, when Ashley yelled out,  -œRita!  That
whale wants you to help them! - Petrified she was going to bring up the 
-~Naked Bike Ride -(TM), leaving me no retreat while on the vessel, I could
do nothing but hope that was not her intention.  The bike ride was never
brought up, but everyone gathered around me to ask questions I could not
answer.  Even the cruise director had said he had never seen anything like
that during all his years of running whale watching tours.  I noticed
Rachel and Caroline were talking at the front of the boat but decided
hanging out with Miranda and Ashely was a safer bet, especially since
Miranda had a flask full of whiskey hidden in her purse.  The three of us
enjoyed a warm morning shot, while still entranced by my encounter with the
killer whale.

   The cruise ended with all delighted with their experience, despite the
lack of grey whale sightings.  We all dis-embarked and made our way back to
the parking lot.  The five of us girls arrived at our vehicle when I
realized,  -~It -(TM)s only one step from the top to the bottom -(TM).  I
went from being the  -~queen of the whale watching tour -(TM) to the 
-~little kid -(TM) that had to sit in the middle seat in the back of the
car.  We all piled in and headed back towards the cottage.  By now, it was
just past 12:00 noon.  As we got closer to the town center, where both our
cottage and the pub were located, Miranda suggested we drive the same route
the  -~Naked Bike Ride -(TM) would be following the next morning.

   I wanted to object, but then decided against it, since Caroline had
agreed it wouldn -(TM)t hurt.  Since she was driving, and it was obvious
everyone thought it was a good idea, I just sat there quietly, yet somewhat
anxious the see the route for myself.  We arrived at the parking area for 
-~Look-out Bay -(TM) and saw the large banner that read,  -œFirst Annual
Naked Bike Ride - Point of departure -.  Rachel wanted to get out of the
car for a moment, so we all agreed.  Caroline and Rachel got out first, as
Ashley, Miranda and I, all took a swig of Miranda -(TM)s whisky before
exiting the car.  After taking our shot, we joined Caroline and Rachel at
the edge of the parking area and looked out over the sea.

   As we were looking out from this spectacular viewing point, a car pulled
up and two men in their mid-fifties got out.  They walked up to the wooden
frame that supported the large banner and started to secure it with some
rope and ground stakes.  As we made our way back to the car, one of the men
asked,  -œAre you ladies riding in tomorrow -(TM)s event? - I was silent
but shook my head,  -œno -.  Rachel said she was thinking about it, when
Ashley said,  -œOur friend Rita is supposed to ride -, as all eyes fell on
me.  I looked at her with daggers, and snapped,  -œWhy don -(TM)t you ride
Ashley? -  -œBecause I wasn -(TM)t asked to ride by a  -~Killer Whale
-(TM), Rita! -, was her response.  Ever the diplomat, Caroline stepped in
and said,  -œSome of us may ride.  We -(TM)re just not sure yet -.  The
man replied, "Well.  I hope you can find it in your hearts to help support
the whales".  We all got back into the car and started to follow the 
-~Naked Bike Ride -(TM) route.



   The Conspiracy - 8

   Before we could get out of the starting point -(TM)s parking area, one
of the men walked up to the car window.  With pacific north-west summer
weather temperatures hovering around 70 degrees that year, the car windows
were rolled down.  Caroline held her foot on the brake, while I was hoping
she would just pull away, knowing she could never be that rude.  The man
introduced himself as Ben, as he leaned over, putting his hands on his
knees, making sure he was not too intrusive.  He looked past Caroline
toward Ashley in the front passenger seat, and said,  -œExcuse me miss, but
it took a moment for me to comprehend what you said a moment ago.  What did
you mean when you said,  -œRita was asked to ride by a killer whale? -

   I knew there was reason to be anxious, when Caroline put the car in park
and all four girls started to tell the man about what they had just
witnessed.  I sat quietly, still feeling like the little kid in the middle
rear seat of her parent -(TM)s car, thinking about how amazing my encounter
with the killer whale, really was.  After everyone described to Ben what
had transpired on the whale watching tour, he looked past Rachel and
directly at me, saying,  -œMiss Rita.  After hearing that astounding
account of your experience, I truly hope you reconsider riding tomorrow. 
Understanding this is our first year for the event, and these things can
take a few years to build momentum, I am still hoping to have more than the
twelve riders who have currently registered to participate.  Sometimes
things are larger than our-selves, Rita.  I hope the rest of you ladies
will also give it some thought -.  With that, he tipped his hat and
returned to his work on the starting area.

   I think everyone in the car was feeling some level of guilt, as Caroline
pulled out of the parking area and started down the two-mile route.  Being
early Friday afternoon, there was little to no traffic, even for this small
Oregon town.  Creeping along at twenty miles per hour, allowed us the time
to appreciate the magnificent views of the ocean, along with surveying the
surrounding areas of the route itself.  The absence of houses, and only a
few small oceanside businesses along the route, made it seem less
formidable than I had pictured in my mind.  Don -(TM)t get me wrong.  The
starting area was in view of dozens of houses, and quite a few local shops,
but only for the first block or so.  After that, the risk of appearing to
be participating in some sort of naked sideshow, seem significantly
reduced.

   We arrived at the turn off to  -~Solitude Cove -(TM) and continued to
follow the route.  The road turned from pavement to gravel, so Caroline
slowed down to ten mile per hour.  As we passed the local surf shops and
snack bars, I started to feel a bit more relaxed about the idea of
participating in the ride but would still require some persuading.  We knew
we had arrived when we saw a sign that read,  -œWelcome to Solitude Cove 
-" A Clothing Optional Recreational Beach -.  I scanned the beach looking
for nude bathers, but only saw one naked couple walking down the sand at a
distance.

   Caroline and Rachel exited the car first, as Miranda, Ashely and I
finished off the last few swigs of the whiskey.  We then got out of the car
and joined them, as the five of us walked around for a few minutes,
observing the beautiful stretch of beach.  The area felt so secluded, that
I was able to see myself walking around naked here, in my mind -(TM)s eye.
After all, it was a nude beach.  The serenity of the beach had us all
mesmerized, when Ashley broke the silence.   -œRita.  If you don -(TM)t
ride tomorrow, that whale wasted his time on the wrong person -.  Miranda
quickly prodded me, saying,  -œYeah Rita.  You should definitely ride
tomorrow -.  Rachel turned to me, and added,  -œI have a spare bike Rita.
If you -(TM)ll ride, I -(TM)ll ride -.

   Caroline -(TM)s expression spoke volumes.  I could hear her voice
reminding me that if you want to experience something like this, far from
home is the best place to do it.  She never uttered a word, but it was the
look on her face that finally convinced me to do it.  I then blurted out, 
-œALRIGHT!  I -(TM)LL RIDE TOMORROW! - The girls all surrounded me,
hugging and kissing me, until I finally pushed them away and announced, 
-œThat -(TM)s enough! - Caroline stepped away from the group.  Respecting
her opinion as much as I did, I felt like I had to follow, leaving Rachel
with the two degenerates, I considered two of my closest friends.

   I caught up with Caroline but didn -(TM)t want to ask her to verbally
clarify her stance on the subject of me riding  -~naked -(TM) in tomorrow
-(TM)s,  -~Killer Whale Awareness Event -(TM), as she had put it earlier.
Even so, her verbal approval was extremely important to me.  After we
walked a few steps, she stopped, turned to me, and said,  -œRita.  You may
feel a bit awkward riding in the nude tomorrow, but I want you to know, I
could not be more-proud of you girl.  We hugged each other, then returned
to the car and the other girls.  The five of us piled back into the vehicle
and slowly traveled back to town.  Still relegated to the middle back seat,
due to my tiny size, I found it hard daydream about my upcoming naked,
public exposure, afraid someone would read my expressions, since I could
not just face out the window, away from their view.



   The Conspiracy - 9

   We arrived back in town and drove towards the cottage.  Rachel told
Caroline she was going to get out at the pub.  Ashley asked Rachel why she
was going to the pub, since it was only about 1:30 and her shift didn
-(TM)t start until 5:00.  Her response really got me wondering about her. 
-œMy apartment is on the second floor -, she said.  Miranda asked,  -œSo
you rent from your boss? - Rachel replied,  -œNo.  I actually own the
building, and Andy rents the pub space from me -.  Ashley then asked, 
-œSo why do you work for him? - She casually replied,  -œA girl has got to
do something with her time to keep out of trouble.  Plus, I like working at
the pub.  I love this little town and I get to meet people from all over,
just like you guys -.

   Caroline stopped in front of the pub and Rachel got out of the car.  She
then turned to me and asked,  -œWant to see your ride for tomorrow, Rita?
- I was a bit hesitant but realized I needed to know the bicycle was not
going to be to big for my tiny 5 -(TM) 2 - frame.  I nodded and got out of
the car.  Caroline offered to wait for me, but I told her I would catch up
with them, since the cottage was only a block away and it was a good day to
be outside.  Unsure what to say, or whether I should say anything at all, I
quietly followed Rachel through the small alley between the century old
buildings.  An old, but well maintained, iron fire escape led us up to
Rachel -(TM)s apartment on the second floor of the pub.

   I was stunned when we walked inside.  The apartment was one large open
space with the exception of the bathroom.  With exposed brick walls,
ten-foot ceilings, original wood floors and tall ornamental windows, it was
breathtaking to say the least.  The place was impeccably decorated and as
neat as a pin.  Rachel -(TM)s large antique bed was made up like a window
display from a 19th century furniture store.  Fortunately, there was enough
detail to keep anyone -(TM)s mind occupied for a while, otherwise I felt my
thoughts would have been consumed with fantasies about me being spread out
naked on that beautiful bed, as Rachel had suggested earlier on the tour
boat.

   I scanned the room for the bicycles but saw none.  Immediately I started
feeling uneasy when Rachel said,  -œO.k.  Rita.  Let -(TM)s show you your
ride for tomorrow -.  Thinking she used the word  -~ride -(TM) as a sexual
connotation, I went from uneasy to just plain nervous.  She walked past me
to a large, black metal door that was on the same wall as the entrance. 
She pulled up a lever that allowed the door to slide along on wheels that
ran on what must have been hundred-year old metal tracks that were fastened
to the brick wall.  Petrified she was opening the door to some hidden
dominatrix chamber or something, I almost ran out the door.

   Rachel stepped inside the door, then immediately re-emerged pushing a
ten-speed bicycle.  I took a step towards the door to look in when she
said,  -œLike my elevator? -  -œElevator? -, I replied, inquisitively.  
-œYeah.  This is where I store the bicycles, but it -(TM)s really a
functional elevator.  I use it for bringing everything I need up and down
that is either too big or cumbersome to carry up the stairs.  It was
originally used to transport animal carcasses and block ice when this
building was a meat packing plant a hundred years ago -.  Feeling ashamed
I thought Rachel had baited me here on false pretenses, I tried out the
bike for size and told her how much I appreciated her letting me use it. 
She then went back into the elevator and brought her bike into the
apartment.

   Rachel stood her bike on its stand, and asked,  -œCan I get you
something to drink, Rita? - I said,  -œSure -, as I looked around the
amazing space.   -œIf you need to use the bathroom, it -(TM)s over there
-, as she pointed to the corner of the room, while getting two bottles of
iced tea from the stainless-steel refrigerator.   -œMake yourself at home
-, she said, as she handed me the iced tea.  I took her up on the offer
and wandered around this most unique apartment.  I was looking out the
front window to the street below and noticed that the long drapes and
window dressings, that must have been tailor made for the unusually tall
windows.  I felt the fabric when Rachel said,  -œThey -(TM)re more for
decoration that anything.  I never close them.  The only way anyone could
see in here is if they had a ladder up to one of my windows.

   Noticing a small open space across the street, with only a few
strategically placed park benches, I realized she was right.  I turned
around and took another look around, thinking,  -œI am standing in an old
commercial meat packing plant, but the cozy ambience of the place had me
feeling right at home.  I told Rachel I needed to use the bathroom and went
through the door, only to observe an antique claw foot tub and vanity, that
could not have been more perfect to complete the awesome apartment.  After
using the bathroom, I exited to see Rachel looking at me, with an
expression that could only be described as  -~exhilarated -(TM).   -œAre
you ready to get naked, Rita? -, she asked, in the most excited tone.



   The Conspiracy - 10

   I must have look petrified because, Rachel said,  -œRita.  I meant for
tomorrow -(TM)s bike ride.  Not right now girl.  I told you.  No pressure
-.  I looked at her bed, when something came over me, then back to her,
and said,  -œRachel.  I want to get naked now -.  She looked stunned as
her blue eyes met mine, and replied,  -œAre you sure, honey? - I shook my
head up and down rapidly, in response.  She said,  -œPlease.  Then by all
means.  Take it all off -.  I closed my eyes and said,  -œI need you to do
it.  I want you to take my clothes off -.

   She stepped up to me, whispered in my ear, and asked,  -œAre you certain
you want this Rita? -  -œYes -, was all I could mutter.  With that, she
took the bottom of my sweat shirt and started pulling it up.  Keeping my
eyes closed, but raising my arms in submission, she pulled the sweatshirt
over my head and let it drop.  I kept my arms raised, so she would know I
wanted her to continue.  I started to breath harder, as I heard the faint
sound of my T-shirt hitting the floor.  Rachel stepped behind me, unclasped
my bra and gently pulled the straps over my tan shoulders, letting that
drop to the floor as well.  Remaining behind me, she reached around to my
bare stomach, locating the button of my jean skirt, as I let out a heavy
sigh.

   She unbuttoned my skirt, unzipped the zipper and I felt the skirt slide
passed my thighs to my feet.  I stepped out of the skirt, as it found its
place among my other articles of discarded clothing.  Rachel stepped back
in front of me and touched my stimulated, erect nipples and whispered, 
-œShould I go on? - I opened my eyes slightly and nodded.  She knelt down
in front of me, then peeled the thin fabric of my thong passed my slight
hips and down to my ankles.  Feeling her warm breath against the smooth
skin of my bald pussy lips, sent a rush through my entire body.  Rachel
slipped the thong over my sneakers, then proceeded to remove them along
with my ankle socks.

   The cold wood floor under my bare feet aroused me even more, as Rachel
stood up and looked into my eyes.  I could tell she was hoping to reassure
herself, that I was o.k.  with being totally naked in front of her. 
Neither of us spoke for a moment as she led me to her bed.  I got on the
bed, spread my legs open and raised my arms above my head, leaving myself
completely exposed to her beautiful blue eyes.  Without getting into any
further details, I will say this.  Rachel and I were naked in her bed, both
sexually satisfied and looking at the blue sky outside her large windows,
when the hands of her grandfather clock struck 4:00 pm, and the chimes rang
out four times.

   Rachel asked me,  -œWant to see what we look like on the bikes? - 
-œYeah -, I replied, as we both hopped out of the bed and ran to the
bikes, like two young girls on Christmas morning.  Rachel looked perfect,
while sitting  -~naked -(TM) on her bike.  My bike was a good size for me,
but without my sneakers on, my bald pussy was pushing hard down on the
seat, when my feet were flat on the floor.  This reminded me what we were
actually going to be doing tomorrow.  Comprehending the gravity of my
agreement to ride, I started feeling a bit of regret as I realized I would
be riding this bike in public tomorrow, wearing nothing but my sneakers and
ankle socks.

   Rachel must have known instinctively what was going through my mind,
because she said,  -œRita.  It -(TM)ll be fine.  Anyway, I -(TM)m the one
that lives here -.  She was right.  Caroline -(TM)s advice began to
resonate with me again.   -~If you -(TM)re going to try something new, do
it away from home -(TM).   -œWhat did I have to lose anyway? -, I thought
to myself.  I started to look forward to it.  After all, Rachel and I made
it fourteen participants.  It -(TM)s not like I would be singled out among
all those riders.  Rachel had to get ready for work and I needed to get
back to the girls, so I got dressed and prepared to leave, but really didn
-(TM)t want to.  We set a time to meet in the morning, said our goodbyes
-(TM) and kissed each other as I left.

   I was feeling somewhere between euphoric and uncertain, on my walk back
to the cottage.  More euphoric than uncertain though.  All I knew was one
thing.  I had never been so emotionally and sexually satisfied with anyone,
as I had been with Rachel today.  I tried to force the thought that I was a
lesbian out of my mind, determined to treat the encounter for what it was.
An unbelievable afternoon!  I walked into the cottage to see the girls all
waiting to ask me questions about my whereabouts the last three hours.

    -œSo -- --What was it like? -, Miranda asked.  The word  -œAmazing -,
just fell off my lips.   -œRita!  Did you let that girl eat your sweet,
little, bald little pussy? -, Ashley asked, as she looked at me, with her
eyes as wide open as humanly possible.   -œNO! -, I snapped.   -œI meant
her apartment!  What -(TM)s wrong with you?  Oh, and by the way, she has a
name -, trying not to let on I had just had my first lesbian experience. 
-œHer apartment? -, Caroline asked, seeming skeptical.   -œYeah.  She has
the most amazing apartment up there.  Other than that, she showed me the
bike, we drank some iced tea and talked for a while.  That -(TM)s all -.
Miranda and Ashley seemed disappointed, but Caroline appeared unconvinced.



   The Conspiracy - 11

   Our plans for the evening were to go out to dinner at a nice seafood
restaurant we usually visited every year, then walk to the bridge that
crossed the inlet to the bay and watch the weekly fireworks the town put on
during the summer months.  Our dinner reservations were for 7:00 that
evening, which gave us two and a half hours until we needed to be at the
restaurant.  Ashley and Miranda decided to go have a drink at a small beer
garden near the beach, while Caroline and I chose to stay home and relax
before dinner.

   I was getting a bottled water from the fridge when Caroline walked by,
and said,  -œAmazing, huh? - I tried to act like I didn -(TM)t hear her,
then walked towards the living room, saying,  -œI -(TM)m going to take a
shower -.   -œLooks like you may need one -, Caroline responded.  I
turned to her, and in my most annoyed tone, asked,  -œWhat does that mean
Caroline? - She nonchalantly replied,  -œNothing Rita.  It -(TM)s just
that your hair is all frizzy.  Like you -(TM)ve been at the gym or
something -, looking at me as if she knew my little secret.   -œWant to
talk about anything? -, she asked.

   When I looked up at Caroline, an overwhelming urge to disclose my secret
came over me.   -œI had lesbian sex with Rachel -, I confessed.  She
grabbed my hand, sat me at the kitchen table and said,  -œTell me
everything! - I looked at her and insisted,  -œYou can -(TM)t tell Ashley
and Miranda.  They -(TM)ll never stop teasing me about it -.  Caroline
replied, saying,  -œRita.  I promise I won -(TM)t tell them, but if this is
who you are, you know you can count on their support -.  I knew she was
right about the girls, but now was not the time to let them in on my recent
lesbian experience.  I filled Caroline in on all the details of my first
sexual encounter with a woman.  At least those details, I felt comfortable
divulging.  She was very supportive as I knew she would be, deep down.

   Caroline and I each took a shower and got ready to go out for dinner. 
Miranda and Ashley returned from the beer garden pretty much sober, to our
great relief.  The seafood restaurant was not the type of place you show up
to, with a buzz on.  The girls took quick showers and we headed out to
dinner.  As usual, our meal was great, and it was just about time to head
over to the bridge to see the fireworks.  While waiting for the check, I
noticed Ben and the other man he was with at the starting point earlier,
walked into the restaurant.  They noticed us immediately and walk up to our
table.   -œGood evening ladies.  So nice to see you again -, Ben said.  
-œThis is my friend Charlie -, he continued, as he turned to his friend,
then tipped his hat, as he had done before.   -œAny change of mind Rita? -
he asked me.

   Caught off guard, I just sat there searching for the words to reply. 
Ashley, eager to assist, said,  -œRita has finally decided to honor the
whale -(TM)s request, and ride tomorrow -.  Ben seemed quite relieved, as
he looked directly at me, and said,  -œI -(TM)m so glad you are joining us
tomorrow, Miss Rita.  We -(TM)ll see you in the morning -.  I put on my
best artificial smile, and said,  -œO.k.  See you tomorrow -, feeling the
great weight of my decision, as I watched the two men walk away and take
their places at a reserved table.  We paid our dinner bill, then headed out
to the parking lot.

   The four of us got in the car and were driving towards the bridge, when
Miranda said,  -œRita!  Ashley and I met two guys who are going to ride
tomorrow, when we were at the beer garden -.  Ashley added,  -œYeah Rita.
There -(TM)ll be some swinging peckers along for the ride to keep your
little bald pussy company -, as their laughter resonated from the back
seats of the car, where they were sitting.  I had the rare privilege of
riding up front with Caroline.  I just ignored their teasing and stared out
the window, wondering what I had got myself into.

   We arrived at the parking lot at the end of the bridge and walked to the
area, where weekly spectators gathered to watch the fireworks.  Still
somewhat in doubt about be decision to ride, I was thankful the display
occupied my mind for a while.  The fireworks ended at 10:00 as always, and
we made our way back to the cottage.  Since our regular Saturday plans of
antiquing and site seeing were replaced with the  -œNaked Bike Ride for
Killer Whale Awareness -(TM), Miranda and Ashley made a fire in the pit in
the back yard, turned on some music and started taking shots of tequila.

   I was feeling like a caged animal, pacing around the kitchen, when
Caroline asked,  -œRita.  Why don -(TM)t you walk down to the pub and see
Rachel?  I -(TM)m sure she -(TM)d be happy if you popped in -.  That was
exactly what I wanted to do.  I wanted to see Rachel in the worst way but
was concerned about what Ashley and Miranda might think or say.  Caroline
always had a way of keeping her hand on the emotional and behavioral pulse,
so to speak, of each of us girls when we were together.  But on this
particular trip, she seemed to be more in-tune with my feelings and
desires, if not clairvoyant, than ever before.  I took her advice and
walked down to the pub to visit Rachel.



   The Conspiracy - 12

   I walked in the door of the pub, when I heard Rachel say,  -œExcuse me
for just a moment please -.  She walked up to me and said,  -œI was so
hoping you -(TM)d stop by tonight, Rita.  Take a seat at the bar and I
-(TM)ll be over in a minute -.  She returned to her customers as I took a
seat at the bar, relieved she was pleased to see me.  When she joined me at
the bar, we both simultaneously said,  -œI didn -(TM)t want to wait until
tomorrow to see you -.  Before I knew what was happening, she kissed me on
my mouth.  Yes!  On my mouth, right there in the bar!

   Before I had the opportunity to appear as shocked as I was, in front of
anyone watching, Rachel whispered in my ear, and said,  -œSorry Rita.  That
was a reflex.  I hope you don -(TM)t mind -.  Before she could pull too
far back, I returned the kiss.  She smiled and said,  -œAndy.  Set her up
with whatever she -(TM)s having -, then returned to serving drinks to the
fifteen or so people who were in the pub.  Feeling excited, yet somewhat
self-conscious, that I had just kissed Rachel in public, I anxiously waited
for the rum and coke, I had ordered from Andy.  He brought me my drink, and
asked,  -œRita is it? - I nodded as I took a sip of my drink.   -œI know
Rachel has been looking forward to you coming up again this year -, he
said.

   He must have noticed I had a slightly puzzled look on my face, because
he immediately back-peddled and added,  -œYou know.  You and your friends,
I mean -.  Rita had mentioned she had noticed me during previous trips,
but I had no idea she was actually looking forward to us returning to town.
I did remember her somewhat, from our earlier trips as well, but never once
thought we would have an all-out lesbian affair, while I was here.  I
decided not to think too much into it, and just relax and enjoy my drink,
remembering how comfortable I was while in her bed, and yes, her arms.

   I finished my drink, then Andy poured me another.  When Rachel had a
small break in action, she came back over to see me.  She looked at me and
started to say,  -œI wish -.  I interrupted her and said.   -œI know.  But
you have work to do, Rachel.  I can check you out from here -.  Her smile
went from ear to ear, as she replied,  -œI can check you out too, Rita -.
I know -, I responded.  I finished my second drink as Rachel re-joined me
at the bar.  We discussed our meeting time for tomorrow -(TM)s bike run. 
We were to meet at 9:30 at her place and ride the bikes down to register at
the starting point.

   I asked Rachel what she was going to wear to the bike run.  Her reply
made perfect sense to me.   -œI -(TM)m only wearing a sundress and my
sneakers and socks.  I don -(TM)t want to have to strip off my bra and
panties in front of the spectators.  I figure I can easily remove a
sundress and  -~Boom -(TM), I -(TM)ll be ready to ride -, she said.  I
started to get aroused, as we agreed we would both be wearing only
sundresses for the short ride to the starting point, knowing I would be
completely naked in public, after that.  I wanted to stay longer, and
possibly for the night, but Rachel had to work until 2:00 a.m.  I also felt
I needed to spend some time with the girls.  We kissed goodbye and I walked
back to the cottage, hoping we might have a rendezvous at her apartment,
after the bike run.

   When I arrived at the cottage, the girls were still out back enjoying
the music and their drinks.  Miranda and Ashley were pretty drunk, while
Caroline was as poised as ever.  The girls (Ashley and Miranda) made a few
lesbian comments at my expense, but all in fun with no harm intended. 
Caroline made her way back into the kitchen, knowing I would follow.   -œI
wasn -(TM)t sure if we were going to see you tonight, Rita -, Caroline
said.  Once again, my response was not thought through and revealed my
inner desires.   -œRachel has to work until 2:00 -, I replied, disclosing
the fact that I would have spent the night if she was going to be home at a
more reasonable hour.  Caroline just smiled and dropped the subject.

    -œCaroline.  What was it like? -, I asked.   -œWhat? -, she replied.
-œWalking topless in that parade? -, I continued.   -œAt first I was very
nervous.  But after a while, I started to enjoy watching the clothed people
-(TM)s expressions, as they would talk to me.  Watching them struggle to
look at my face instead of my tits was fun, believe it or not.  Like I
said, after we arrived at City Hall, I didn -(TM)t put my top back on for
almost an hour.  I knew people were taking pictures of me, but that didn
-(TM)t bother me either.  I actually posed for a few photos with some of
the curious spectators.  I have no regrets -, she said.

   Still uneasy about being naked in public, I asked,  -œWhat else were you
wearing? - Caroline had a way of putting me at ease when I was anxious,
and replied,  -œI was wearing shorts and sandals.  I didn -(TM)t wear a bra
that day and tucked my T-shirt in my belt.  A lot of the women made the
walk wearing just their panties and shoes.  It was no big deal -, she
reassured.  Feeling a bit relieved, I hugged her and went to my room to get
my sundress ready for tomorrow.  I stripped down naked and pulled the thin
fabric over my head, then put my sneakers back on.

   I pulled the dress off then put it back on, over and over in front of
the mirror, getting a sense of what the spectators at the starting area
were going to be witnessing.  The more I repeated my disrobing, the more I
was getting turned on.  I finally removed my sneakers, hopped into bed and
masturbated, thinking about Rachel and my first naked public exhibition. 
The morning came quickly.  I put the dress, my ankle socks and sneakers on,
then took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen.  Having shaved my
pussy completely bald, gave me a sense of added exposure and vulnerability,
but I had agreed to ride, and I was going to go through with it.



   The Conspiracy - 13

   Miranda was having coffee with Caroline at the kitchen table when Ashley
walked up behind me and pulled up my dress, exposing my smooth pussy lips
to the girls.  Miranda yelled out.   -œAshely!  You were right!  Rita did
shave her pussy! - Ashley spun me around as Miranda got up and walked up
behind me.  Miranda held my arms and my dress up, as Ashely knelt down to
get a closer look of my bald pussy.  She looked up to me and asked,  -œIs
this the way Rachel likes it, Rita? -, as she rubbed my hairless mound. 
After I had been humiliated beyond belief, Caroline finally stepped in and
sternly said,  -œThat -(TM)s enough girls! -

   Miranda let me go and dropped my dress while Ashley stood up, as she
said,  -œYou know we -(TM)re just teasing you Rita, our little Chiquita
banana girl -.  Caroline got up from the table and made her way to the
kitchen sink as she said,  -œYou -(TM)re smart not to wear panties or a
bra, Rita.  You don -(TM)t want to strip at the starting point.  Just
pulling off the dress and getting ready to ride is the best way -. 
Knowing that was what Rachel had said, I started to mentally prepare myself
for my naked adventure.  I made myself a cup of coffee and ventured into
the back yard, hoping to get a sense of the exposure I would be enduring
for a good part of the day.

   My sundress came down to just above my knees but felt as if it was
providing no cover at all.  The cool morning breeze against my otherwise
bare skin, was a sudden reminder of how exposed I felt now and how much
more exposed I would be later.  I kept looking down to see if my erect
nipples could be seen through the thin material and if the breeze was
blowing the dress up enough to expose my shaven beaver.  I -(TM)ve worn
this dress a hundred times with a bra and panties, but being naked
underneath, made it feel non-existent.  I know Caroline must have told
Ashley and Miranda to give me some time to mentally adjust to my present
and near future situations, because they allowed my time to stroll around
the back yard, while I was drinking my coffee.

   Caroline joined me in the back yard and as usual, knew what I was
thinking.   -œRita.  Come sit with me for a minute -, she said.  I joined
her at the picnic table, hoping for some last-minute advice.  She did not
disappoint me, as she said.   -œDon -(TM)t think too much into this, Rita.
When you get to the starting point, you -(TM)ll see other nude bike riders
and that will put your mind at ease.  After you remove your dress, there
will some spectators taking pictures.  Just smile and don -(TM)t let on if
you feel a little embarrassed.  They will feel more awkward than you will.
After a while, you -(TM)ll actually start feeling a bit empowered.  Trust
me -.

   Caroline went back into the cottage, leaving me to dwell on her advice.
By now it was almost 8:30 a.m.  and I had about an hour until I was to meet
up with Rachel.  I heard the sound of the local news paper hit the walkway
in front of the cottage.  Seeing the delivery man drive on, I decided to go
into the front yard and retrieve the paper.  As I made my way across the
small paving stones that led through the wet grass to the front walkway,
every slight breeze that made its way between my thighs and across the
smooth surface of my pussy, were beginning to stimulate me.  I bent over to
pick up the paper, all the while holding my dress down, so the neighbors
did not get e sneak preview of my upcoming exposure.

   With nearly an hour left until I was scheduled to meet Rachel, I decided
to take a shower and remove any stubble, only I would know was there.  Back
in my sundress and sneakers, I waited for the clock to tick away the
remaining fifteen minutes, as my heart continued to race.  Miranda and
Ashley walked down to the starting point, hoping to see some hot naked guys
who may be participating in the bike run, while Caroline waited behind to
see that I was alright.  I was to meet Rachel at 9:30 and it was now 9:20
a.m.  It was time to walk down and meet her.

   Caroline offered to drive me the short distance, but I declined.  I felt
walking down to Rachel -(TM)s apartment, wearing just my little sundress
and sneakers would help build up some much-needed courage for upcoming
event.  She gave me a hug and got into the car.  As I watched her tail
lights fade into the distance, I realized I was on my own.  I summoned what
wavering courage I had and started walking down the street to meet Rachel.
I kept my arms by my sides in the event that an unwanted breeze might lift
the thin fabric of my dress above the point of decency.

   I made my way to Rachel -(TM)s without incident, then walked up the iron
fire escape that led to her door.  Standing on the metal grate of the
landing, over ten feet above the parking area, made me feel extremely
vulnerable.  After all.  If anyone was standing below me, my pussy would be
on full display.  For reasons unknown to me, I waited a few moments before
knocking on Rachel -(TM)s door.  Maybe I wanted someone looking up at my
naked body, sparsely clad by the flimsy fabric of my dress.  All I knew was
when a delivery truck drove through the parking area, my little fantasy
quickly turned to panic, and I frantically knocked on Rachel -(TM)s door.



   The Conspiracy - 14

   Rachel opened the door, pulled me inside and planted a big, wet kiss on
me.  We started making out right there in front of the open door.  She then
stood back and said, I -(TM)m naked underneath, Rita.  Are you? - I pulled
up my dress and replied,  -œYup! -, as she lustfully looked over my tiny,
naked frame.  Rachel was also wearing a sundress, but hers was full length,
right down to her ankles.  I didn -(TM)t give it much thought at the time,
especially since this was the only sundress I had packed for the trip.  She
then handed me a bicycle helmet, as she jokingly said,  -œThis will help
keep you from feeling totally naked while we ride -.  We both chuckled as
we strapped on our helmets and got into the elevator to bring the bikes
down stairs.

   Once outside, I tried to position myself on the bike so the dress, that
was now up to my mid-thighs would stay below my pussy as we rode to the
starting point.  This was going to prove to be difficult.  Rachel -(TM)s
dress was a bit more cumbersome than mine, but she had no fear of exposing
her pussy during the short ride.  Once we reached the street from the ally
next to Rachel -(TM)s building, I tucked my dress between my thighs and
hoped for the best.  As we rode to the starting area, I had to hold it down
several times to keep from being exposed to the pedestrians and local
traffic.

   My relief to arrive at the registration table without incident, soon
turned to dread as I desperately scanned the area for other women riders
but saw none.  Only about a dozen naked men on their bikes.  Rachel and I
were filling out our registration cards, when I asked if there were going
to be any other female participants.  I started feeling nauseous as the
woman taking our cards, said,  -œNot as of yet.  I guess you two will have
to represent all of us women today -.  I looked to Rachel, hoping for some
words of encouragement when she said,  -œWho Cares?  Let -(TM)s get naked!
- We put on the participant bracelets the woman had given us, as I
surveyed the area.

   There must have been at least a hundred people walking around the area
by the starting point banner.  I started having second thoughts when
Ashley, Miranda and Caroline walked up to us.  I knew this much.  With
almost and hour until the start of the bike run, I was in no hurry to
remove my dress.  I knew instinctively that Caroline must have had a talk
with Ashley and Miranda, because not only did they not tease me, but they
were actually attempting to encourage me in their immature way.  Ashley
said,  -œWell Rita.  This much is for sure.  You are the only rider that
was personally asked by a killer whale to do this.  I -(TM)m proud of you
-.

   Rachel was so excited she could barely contain herself.   -œAre you
ready, Rita? - she asked.  I hesitated, when she said,  -œCome on.  All
the other riders are already naked.  Let -(TM)s do this! - I looked up to
Caroline with what I am sure was the complete expression of my petrified
state.  She softly said,  -œRita.  It will be fine.  I -(TM)ll hold your
dress in my handbag and return it at the beach -.  Rachel was already
unbuttoning her full-length sundress when I handed my helmet to Caroline,
closed my eyes and pulled the only thing covering my modesty, up and over
my head.  I handed the dress to Caroline, feeling completely humiliated as
I stood on the grass, in public, wearing nothing but my sneakers and ankle
socks, wishing I had not shaven my public hair off.

   I turned towards Rachel, then almost had a melt-down, as she stood there
with an ear to ear smile and asked.   -œDo you like it? - Yes, she was
naked alright!  But she had black and white body paint covering her from
just above her tits, all the way down to below her knees.  She was painted
like a killer whale!   -œWell?  Do you? -, she asked again.  As I looked
over the sexiest version of Shamu ever, I replied,  -œI would have had my
body painted too -, sounding like a whiney little brat.   -œSorry Rita. 
It was a last-minute idea by my friend Jorden.  He showed up first thing
this morning and offered to paint me, so I let him -.  With the only other
naked woman at the event, being covered in black and white body paint, I
felt more exposed and vulnerable than ever.

   The girls were complimenting Rachel on how awesome she looked, while I
glanced around, seeing over a hundred clothed spectators, twelve naked men
and my new painted lesbian friend.  I felt like every eye within sight, was
on my tiny, naked body.  Once again, I felt like a prepubescent teen girl.
I was completely humiliated!  Rachel grabbed my hand, and said,  -œRita! 
Let -(TM)s go meet the other riders! -, as she pulled me across the lawn,
like a mother dragging her toddler through a store.  I was getting further
and further away from the girls, and most importantly, my dress.



   The Conspiracy - 15

   As we were walking across the grass, I turned to seek help from the
girls, only to see them getting into the car, then driving away.  My dress
was gone, and I was left with nothing to cover my shame, as car after car
pulled into the parking area.  The size of the crowd was quickly
multiplying, and my level of humiliation was multiplying with it.  Rachel
could tell I was feeling a bit awkward, to say the least, and decided to
try to encourage me by asking, as we got closer to the other naked (male)
riders,  -œRita!  Is this the most invigorating feeling, ever?  Just being
able to walk around in public, naked? -, as she wore the cover of her
black and white body paint with pride, leaving me as the only female who
was truly naked.  Even my helmet was still on the handle bars of the
bicycle.

   I could barely utter a reply as we joined the male riders at one end of
the staging area.  The eyes of the surrounding spectators seemed to double
in size, leaving me feeling like a naked little goldfish, swimming around
in a huge fish bowl, under the scrutiny of the increasing number curious
onlookers.  There was no where to hide.  Rachel held firmly to my left
hand, leaving my right available to shake hands with anyone and everyone I
was introduced to, as my naked little physique was on display.  I felt like
I was under a microscope and everyone was inspecting my bald pussy, little
butt cheeks, small breast and erect nipples.  Somehow, overwhelmed with
embarrassment, I was still becoming aroused.  Maybe Rachel was right. 
Being naked in public could be invigorating.

   The male riders varied in age from their mid-twenties to fifty years
old, and up.  Standing among the dozen or so naked men, while Rachel
sported her killer whale body paint, made me feel even more exposed.  If
that -(TM)s possible.  While my mind was preoccupied with my total public
naked exposure, Rachel said,  -œRita.  Let me introduce you to some friends
of mine -.  She then said,  -œRita.  This is Larry and his partner Tim -,
as she introduced me to two men in their mid-forties.  Trying to act normal
while you are naked, and the two men are naked as well, is more difficult
than you might think.  I was shaking hands with the two of them, when
Rachel said she was going to get us a couple of waters, leaving me in my
exposed state, in the company of the two naked men.

   Larry said,  -œSo Rita.  How do you like our little town compared to the
big city of San Francisco? - For the first time I forgot I was naked, then
told Larry how much I enjoyed visiting the town every summer.  This really
was a place I felt at home, even if only for a few days a year, I
explained.  -œWell, we -(TM)re all glad you are here -, he said.  Closing
in on Â½ hour until the bike run began, a woman with a bull horn started to
give a talk about the plight of the killer whales who lived in the waters
just off shore.  As she recited the statistics that inspired the ride for
awareness, I started to feel self-conscious again, wondering why we had to
be naked to bring understanding to such a worthy cause.  I felt more of the
spectators were staring at me than those paying attention to the speaker.

   Rachel rejoined us, handed me a bottled water and whispered in my ear, 
-œI wonder how many people would like to know how your sweet little pussy
tastes? - I stepped back and looked at her in horror, as she continued, 
-œDon -(TM)t worry Rita.  I -(TM)m not going to tell them.  That -(TM)s our
little secret -, as she winked at me.  Her words succeeded in making me
feel more self-conscious, as the photo takers Caroline had warned me about,
were busy taking pictures of us, as we had no choice but to grin and bear
it.  Knowing so many strangers now had a permanent record of my first naked
adventure and could post my naked body on the internet if they chose too,
heightened my sense of impropriety.  All I knew is that I wished the bike
run would commence, so I could retrieve my dress from Caroline, down at the
beach.

   Rachel wanted to walk around among the many clothed spectators and was
trying to get me to join her, when a woman walked up to us, then asked to
take a selfie with us.  Rachel was thrilled, while I reluctantly obliged,
and in no time a line started to take form.  Rachel was right at home
taking part in conversations and picture taking with those who requested a
photo, while I just wanted to get this most humiliating experience of my
like, over with.  I kept asking myself.   -œHow I could have been persuaded
into surrendering both my dress and my dignity? -, as the clicking of the
cell phone cameras became ever more constant.  I was in a continuous battle
with myself, not to cover up in shame, knowing that would only bring more
unwanted attention.



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