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 �>�True Tales of Molly Driving Naked by mcmann.molly

   True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 1

   Growing up, I always had the urge to be naked but did not have a lot of
opportunity given that I lived with my parents and three older siblings. 
But by the time I was a junior in high school, my brothers and my sister
were all out of the house so it was just me and the parents.  They both
worked downtown and they rode in together in one car.  At the earliest,
they -(TM)d get home about six, but often it was later  -" and they always
called to let me know exactly when to expect them.

   So this meant I had 2-3 hours to be naked every afternoon, and although
I had been sneaking naked moments ever since I was 14, now I was feeling
completely relaxed knowing I would not be interrupted.  I would come home
from school, go up to my room to undress, and then come downstairs naked to
do my homework at the dining room table.  If the parents were running late,
Mom would call with dinner instructions  -" get the water boiling for pasta
or whatever.  I imagined I was having a dinner party and people would be
arriving any moment.  I pictured myself opening the door naked and
welcoming my clothed guests inside.

   We had a privacy fence, lots trees and most of the neighboring houses
were one-story ranches, so there was a nice chunk of backyard where I knew
I could not be seen.  All the houses in our subdivision had about an acre
of land, but because our house was on a cul de sac, our yard was extra
large and elongated in a wedge shape.  Way, way, waaaayyyy in the back of
our property we had a little garden shed.  If I chose my path carefully, I
could make it all the way back there and busy myself with little tasks.

   By mid-October the air was chilly but I loved it.  One of my chores was
to rake leaves, and I was happy to do so  -" wearing only my sneakers and a
ball cap on backwards.  Even when all the leaves had fallen and winter set
in, there were still certain portions of the back yard where I could
stroll. I still remember the first time I was outside when giant flakes of
snow were falling.  It didn -(TM)t even feel cold and the snowflakes
collected in my hair but melted against my skin, 

   That year Christmas break was longer than normal and my siblings only
came home for the week of Christmas, so I had entire days when I could be
continuously naked.  Three days a week I had a part-time job at the mall,
but I didn -(TM)t have to go in until afternoon so I still had the
mornings. As I got ready to leave, I would pretend that I was going to work
naked  -" even going out to my car naked carrying my purse.

   Our garage door faced the back of the property, so the driveway came
around the house and there was a big paved area where you -(TM)d turn your
car around to enter the garage, room to park an extra car or two.  On days
that I worked I would exit the back door wearing only shoes and carrying my
purse.  I would lock the back door behind me and saunter casually to my
little Honda and get in  -" loving always the shock of sensation as my bare
butt made contact with the oh-so-cold vinyl seat.  I would place my purse
on the passenger seat, put on my seatbelt, and turn on the car. 

   I would begin to drive down our long driveway . . .  but then I -(TM)d
back up and enter the garage in the space left by whichever car my parents
had taken that day.  Imagining now that I was now returning from a long day
at work, I would exit my car, purse and keys in hand, and unlock the door
leading from the garage to the kitchen. 

   As it happened, that year was more snowy than usual, and that Christmas
Break it snowed enough need to be shoveled at least four or five times.  My
dad would trudge out early in the morning to clear the driveway before he
and Mom went to work.  However, he only shoveled the driveway itself and
the parts of the turnaround area needed to back his and/or my Mom -(TM)s
car out of the garage.  My little car would still be buried in snow and he
left it up to me to dig myself out.

   But I liked that . . .  because it extended my little fantasy.  I would
get the snow shovel from the garage and go out naked to dig out my car  -"
meticulously working all around the car and not just the area needed to get
into it.  Eventually, I would open the driver -(TM)s side door, again
experiencing the luscious pleasure of sitting on the cold vinyl and only
then turn on the car to warm it up.  Then, of course I -(TM)d have to
finish brushing off the windows, and on a couple days I had to scrape ice
off the windshield. 

   When I finally got in my car and started driving, I usually never made
it farther than to circle around our cul de sac and go back up the driveway
to the garage.  But sometimes I just could not resist and kept going.  I
felt a mixture of panic and desire as I drove through our subdivision,
rounded my way back and entered our driveway again.  I always promised
myself I would NOT do that again because it was just too much of a risk. 
The windows of my car had no tinting so anyone who came close enough to
even catch a glimpse of me would notice that my arms and shoulders were
oddly bare in mid-winter. 

   One day it was bitter cold and as I puttered nervously through my
neighborhood, I hit an icy spot and my rear wheels started spinning. 
Panicking, I made things worse by trying too hard and also called attention
to myself.  In my rearview mirror, I saw to my horror a guy out jogging in
his winter regalia and he was coming right up to me as I desperately tried
to free myself. 

   Luckily for me, he did not come up to the driver window, but stopped at
the back of the car and gave me a little push.  Suddenly I was moving again
and I beeped my horn in gratitude as he now jogged along behind me giving a
comradely wave.  But now I was near the main entrance to our subdivision
and I could not just turn around, nor could I afford to wait too long at
the stop sign because he was gaining on me.  The cross street was clear and
so I quickly turned right and sped away from our subdivision.

   Although our subdivision was quietly tucked away behind a bit of woods,
the entrance to it was on a very busy street, and so immediately I was at a
big intersection with two lanes of traffic going both ways and I scrunched
down in my seat trying to avoid being seen.  When the light changed I was
in an even worse situation because I was headed towards the mall and on
both sides of the street there were fast food places and gas stations and
shops of all kinds. 

   I needed to turn around but the only way to do that was to turn left and
sit there at the light waiting for the green arrow as cars and trucks went
past me.  My little Honda was low to the ground so anybody in a pickup
truck or an SUV had the opportunity to look down into my car. 

   To this day, I have no idea if anyone noticed I was naked.  I finally
turned left into a congested shopping area, turned around and crept my way
back to the street, going in the opposite direction this time and made it
back home without further incident.

   Oh crap, this vignette wasn -(TM)t particularly exciting, was it?  That
-(TM)s the trouble with real life.  It is a very lovely personal memory and
still quite thrilling to me because I recall how alive I felt at that
moment, yet when I write it down I realize not much actually happened. 
Stick with me, though -- my next tale has a little more drama to it, and
also sex on the grass in the rain (no, wait, that -(TM)s a spoiler; forget
I said that).



   True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 2

   It was a sweaty, humid summer night the summer I turned 19, and I was
driving crazy-fast down curvy country roads in a convertible.  My high
beams on the twisty road ahead were the only source of light aside from
random country porch lights and the barest sliver of moon soon to disappear
behind fast-moving clouds.

   The time was about 3:15 a.m., but did not know for certain because I was
not wearing my watch  -" nor anything else.  I had sneaked out of my
parents -(TM) house completely naked and carrying only my car keys.  I had
no purse, no money, no phone and nothing whatsoever with which to cover
myself except the seat belt -- which I also was not wearing. 

   When the first fat raindrop splashed against my bare chest I knew I
wouldn -(TM)t be able to put up the top if it rained.  The little motor
that operated it had stopped working early that summer, and my parents had
said it would cost more to replace it than the car was worth.  Time to get
rid of the old girl, they -(TM)d said, but I resisted.  I was the youngest
of four kids and as with everything else in my life, my car was a
hand-me-down.  My twin brothers had hogged the car -(TM)s best years before
passing it down to my sister and then, at long last, to me.  I was
determined to have my turn with it, so all that summer I had watched the
weather forecast and kept a mental note of the locations of parking
garages, gas station overhangs and whatever else would provide shelter when
needed. 

   On this particular night, however, I had not been so practical.  What
little sensible thinking I possessed had been supplanted by raw desire. 
Nik would be gone in two days  -" flying back across the country where her
real life was  -" so if anything was going to happen between us it had to
be now, on this very night. 

   Another raindrop landed on cheek and two more on my shoulders.  I
glanced up where the moon had been but it was now entirely behind the
clouds with only a faint glow to show where it still was.  Thunder rumbled
low above my head and the rain began to fall.

   I had driven through light rain before and knew that if I kept up my
speed most of it would fly past me.  But this was no light rain and soon I
had the windshield wipers on full and water was trickling up over the
windshield and dribbling in an intermittent little waterfall onto my lap.
Yes, it did occur to me to turn around, but I convinced myself it was too
late for that anyway.  I was already perhaps a third of the way so turning
around wouldn -(TM)t help that much  -" and I remembered their house had a
big porch roof overhang a brick drive in front so I would have shelter. 
From the road the fat white pillars holding up the roof look like marble,
but they were actually aluminum.  I had been there a couple of times back
in high school because one of Nik -(TM)s younger sisters had been in my
grade.  Nik herself was four years older (in my brothers -(TM) grade) so I
was still in the 8th grade when she was the star senior on our high school
girls -(TM) basketball team.  My sister, Mona, was a sophomore then but had
made varsity so she and Nik were teammates, and I -(TM)d gotten to meet her
a few times.

   Nik was the first girl I had an actual romantic crush on, or at least
the first one I -(TM)d admitted to myself.  She was physically amazing  -"
nearly six feet tall with muscular arms and shoulders, yet still feminine.
Her ethnicity was part Italian and part Egyptian, so her skin looked tan
year round.  If you -(TM)ve read my Queen Jamie story, my description of
the Samantha character was modeled on Nik.  Although I was only around her
a few times she always made me feel at ease and not someone -(TM)s punky
kid sister. 

   I -(TM)ve been conflicted about my sexuality all my life, but my sister
was so certain of her own that she came out to everyone at age 13.  She
told me first because I was only eleven and she wanted me to understand,
but at that age I still considered boys icky so the notion of lesbianism
sounded rather sensible to me.  Within a couple of years, however, I came
to appreciate boys -- if they had natural muscles, nice smiles and great
hair.

   And yet . . .  I liked girls too.  My first kissing/fondling experience
had been with my best friend the summer we were 13.  We would have
sleepovers and go to bed wearing nighties with nothing underneath, and as
we wrestled and tickled each other under the covers somehow our nighties
would creep up to our armpits while our bare torsos became entwined.  We
joked about boys we knew and whether they were good kissers, so we would
play-act and one of us would be the boy who planted a stupid-messy kiss on
the girl.  The joke was supposed to be that it was a bad kiss, but we had
tongues and open mouths involved, sucking on each others -(TM) lips in
supposed dorkiness.  Then we made up imaginary boys who kissed well, and so
we demonstrated to each other just how well these boys could kiss.  I no
longer recall how many times we did this, but it only lasted a little
while, and then school started and we both turned 14 and got boyfriends  -"
never speaking of it again until adulthood. 

   By the time I was 15, I had gone through a couple of boyfriends, but
kissing was about as far as I was willing to go with them.  Well, I did
also let one boy clumsily squeeze my braless breasts through the thin
fabric of my oldest and most threadbare tshirt.  There was a little hole in
the shirt just below my right breast and I would tug the shirt up a little
until the hardened tip of my nipple poked through the hole for him to touch
with his fingertip.  And well, that one time my shirt came off. 

   I liked that, but there was something else inside of me. . .  something
about me that I knew was different from everyone else.  I had a secret
desire that I fantasized about as I was kissing my boyfriend and also later
when I was alone in bed giving myself a much needed orgasm.  I wanted . . .
to be naked.  I imagined myself going naked in school and having everyone
accept it as normal for me  -" and yet it made everyone horny, boys and
girls alike.  There was never any actual sex in these fantasies  -" just
the situation of me being naked in public yet having no worry about being
arrested or attacked or ridiculed, but only desired and adored by all who
saw me.

   Sometimes at night when I was sure everyone in the house was asleep I
would sneak downstairs and out the back door where I would slip out of my
nightie and run naked through the night like a wild wolf girl way back to
the garden shed at the farthest end of the property.  There, I had to touch
the shed door before I could turn back, running around the treehouse tree
and back up onto the deck where I would slip on my nightie and silently
step back indoors panting, but not from the run.

   I had to be super-careful when the boys were home because one could
never guess their sleeping habits, but once they were off to college my
world opened up.  The parents were easy to predict because they were always
asleep by midnight and they both worked downtown so they drove in together.
If one had to stay late, the other did too and they would dutifully call to
let us know when to expect them.

   This left only Mona, but she rarely got home before dinnertime because
she played every team sport possible and was nearly always at some practice
or other after school.  And even when she was home, it was okay because she
was the one person in the family who knew all my secrets.

   My sister and I look so much alike people often assume we are twins
(especially when they see us with our actual-twin brothers), but she and I
are yin/yang opposites in every other way.  Mona has an athlete -(TM)s
locker-room ease with her body and gets no particular thrill out of her own
incidentally nudity.  However, as she came to understand how I felt about
my own nudity, she discovered something about herself.  Later in our lives,
as I cultivated friends with whom I could go casually naked, Mona sought
out girlfriends who were comfortable going naked themselves.  When she
found a girl who was even more of a nudist than I am, that -(TM)s the girl
she married (several times, the last one finally being fully legal in our
state), and they have now been together more than a decade and have a
daughter.

   When Mona was a senior and I was a sophomore, her two best buddies were
a couple of sweet butch chicks who had abandoned their girly given names
and adopted the androgynous nicknames of  -�JB -� and  -�Robbie. -� On rare
afternoons when there was no sports practice, I -(TM)d hear Mona come
zipping up the driveway in the convertible and I -(TM)d look out the window
to see if they were with her so I -(TM)d have time to run upstairs to get
dressed before they came in the door.

   But Mona had told JB & Robbie of my nudity obsession, and she teased me
relentlessly about it in front of them.  She knew I really wanted to go
naked in front of them, but for the longest time I could not quite bring
myself to do it.  Finally one afternoon when I saw them drive up, I decided
to just sit back down naked at the dining room table where I -(TM)d been
doing my homework.  When they came in, I pretended to be surprised and made
a show of trying to run upstairs, but Mona blocked my path  -" knowing I
wanted her to. 

   So I shrugged as if it were no big deal and walked into the kitchen to
get a coke, and they all followed making such a fuss over me and I loved
it. Soon we were all just hanging out in the kitchen with them making
sandwiches while I casually leaned against the counter, standing there so
exposed, sipping my coke.  I knew in that moment that this was what I
wanted sensually.  I still didn -(TM)t know if I was gay or straight (and
eventually just accepted being somewhere in between), but I knew I wanted
this. 

   Not long after this happened, the parents announced they were going out
of town for a night to watch the boys in some Big Important Game.  Mona and
I were invited too, but we quickly made our excuses, having seen enough of
our brothers -(TM) Big Important Games.  Besides, having the parents gone
for a night gave us both something we wanted.  I would get to be naked and
Mona would get to drink.

   I briefly fantasized that we -(TM)d have a big party at our house with
all of Mona -(TM)s teammates and I -(TM)d be naked among them all, but
instead Mona went out to a party and I stayed home  -" but at least I got
to be naked longer than usual.  My job was to answer the phone when the
parents called around 11 p.m.  Mona -(TM)s plan was to be home by then and
be just sober enough to talk on the phone coherently and then after the
call she -(TM)d go back out again and get truly blasted.

   Although I did not yet drink or get high, on this special night I poured
myself a glass of wine and pretended I was expecting dinner guests.  I did
not much like the taste of the wine, but I drank most of it and twirled
myself around my imaginary ballroom.  I did not have time to think about
being naked because I was preoccupied with hiding my
not-quite-empty-after-three-hours wine glass. 

   Mona came staggering in the kitchen door from the garage, carrying a
half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels.  JB and Robbie followed, looking more
stoned than drunk, and I loved how they grinned and lightly ogled me  -"
clearly appreciating another opportunity to see me naked. 

   Basking in this moment I was late to notice that a fourth person was
walking in the door.  It was Nik.  She had graduated the year before and
went off to college and I didn -(TM)t think I -(TM)d ever see her again,
but here she was standing there grinning at me and saying,  -�ooooh look at
Molly all naked.  Aren -(TM)t you adorable! -�

   I was so not prepared for this.  Nik was in my mind the coolest, most
attractive person on the planet and I was thrilled that she even knew my
name.  But I was standing there naked in front of her, stricken speechless.
JB and Robbie spoke for me, giggling in their high state, as they explained
to Nik that I was like, you know, a nudist or something.

    -�Cool, -� Nik said to me, nodding with approval, her eyes quickly
scanning me up and down.   -�Very cool, Molly.  That -(TM)s a good look on
you. -� 

   She called me by NAME an said I was ADORABLE and that I was COOL because
I was NAKED.  My head almost exploded.  Or maybe it was my clit that almost
exploded.  I -(TM)m not sure.  JB and Robbie, however, had lost interest in
the conversation and started asking if we had any cookies or cake or
Hostess Ho-Hos.  They were definitely high.  After noisily ransacking our
pantry, JB and Robbie left in Mona -(TM)s car to go to the nearest
convenience store for appropriate munchies, and about the same time Mona
passed out on the couch.

   That left me and Nik . . .  alone.  Mona -(TM)s inert body took up the
entire couch so Nik sat down on the facing love seat and patted the cushion
next to her, inviting me to sit down right next to her . . .  and I did. 
Our bodies were only a few inches apart, but not yet actually touching.  I
was so electrifyingly aware of my nakedness and Nik, who I now realized was
both drunk and high, started telling me how pretty I was, how beautiful my
skin was, that I had the perfect assortment of freckles and so on.  She
reached up to delicately brush a strand of hair out of my eyes and in that
motion her hand was now on my bare back, and her fingertips traced the line
of my spine from my neck down to my butt crack.  And then her hand traveled
around my waist and she counted up my ribs until she reached the underside
of my left breast.  With her other hand she held my face and kissed me.  I
opened my mouth to her tongue and we kissed for a long moment as her
fingers gently cupped my breast and squeezed.  And the phone rang.

   The sound was so jarring we leaped apart from each other and Mona
stirred in her stupor.  It was The Call  -" the parents -(TM) call.  I let
it ring four times while I composed myself and then finally answered.  I
had practiced this call and somehow remembered my lines  -" something about
what happened at school today and a funny thing the dog did, and how Mona
was in the shower but I was walking up the stairs to let her say hi.  The
real Mona had by this time roused herself and I met her at the kitchen sink
where she had turned on the faucet to fake the sound of the shower.   -�Hey
 -~rents! -� she called as if soaped up and then I was back on the line
talking about the movie we were going to watch on TV and that I was about
to make popcorn.

   JB and Robbie came in the door midway through my performance and Nik
rushed over to shush them.  When I finally hung up the phone everyone
applauded and cheered, but the spell was broken and Nik only grinned at me
and raised one eyebrow.  After a while longer she and the others left and
Mona passed out again, done for the night.  I drank the last of my wine in
one gulp, rinsed out the glass and put it back where it belonged so there
would be no evidence.  Then I went up to my room, gave myself a very
satisfying orgasm and fell asleep on top of my covers.

   That was near the end of Mona -(TM)s senior year so suddenly everyone
was gone and soon, JB and Robbie were all gone.  For reasons I still do not
quite comprehend, I could not bring myself to reveal my secret to friends
my own age so for my last two years in high school I mainly indulged my
desire in private. 

   So when I went off to college I resolved to  -�come out -� about nudity,
at least among girls in my dorm, so I intentionally chose to live in an
all-girls dormitory where boys were not permitted beyond the lobby.  Every
floor had its own kitchenette and common room and by mid-year I was going
to those places naked.  The kitchenette was drafty in winter, but I would
sit there naked eating my cereal in the mornings, and in the evenings I
would study in the common room wearing only socks to keep my toes warm. 
Sometimes very late at night I would go all the way downstairs to the main
lobby on the excuse of using the vending machines and if the RA staffing
the desk was one of my favorites I would drift over to share my candy and
flirt. 

   When summer came and I was living at home again I felt constricted.  I
still had some daytime hours to be naked at home alone, but it wasn -(TM)t
enough anymore.  I did finally have the convertible, whose parking spot had
become the bricked-in area next to the garden shed where my father had put
in a greenhouse-style shelter that served as a carport.  This became
essential when the top broke and I could only drive the car when it wasn
-(TM)t raining. 

   It was late summer, already August, and I was focused on getting back to
school but still working my summer job as a barista at a Barnes & Noble
bookstore at the mall.  I looked up one night and the grin of my next
customer looked familiar.  It was Nik.

    -�Look at Molly all grown up, -� she said.   -�And still adorable. -�

   Adorable.  She called me adorable.

   She ordered a latte and because we had no other customers my co-workers
didn -(TM)t mind that I left my post and sat at a table with Nik for a few
minutes, chatting oh so casually about what was happening in our lives at
that point.  I was going into my second year of college, but Nik had
already graduated and had a great job out on the West Coast.  She had been
back home for a week, watching her parents -(TM) house while they were on
vacation, and was leaving again in two days.  She was wearing a sleeveless
blouse that showed off her still-fantastic biceps and shoulder caps.  I was
absolutely drawn to her and began to flirt shamelessly.  She flirted back
and finally asked me if I still liked to run around naked, and I told her
how much I went naked in my dorm at college, and she grinned at me in a way
that made me tingle.

   My break was way over and she was meeting friends that night, but we
agreed that she -(TM)d drop by the house the next day at lunchtime.  That
night as I tossed and turned in bed thinking about what I knew I wanted to
do when she came.  I wanted to be naked when I opened the door.  The next
day I was already awake when heard my parents drive away together.  After a
while I got up and came downstairs naked as I always did, but today was
different.  Today I was having a guest.

   All morning I was bouncing-off-the-walls nervous and showered twice in
preparation.  When I answered the door I did my best to be oh-so-casual
about it.  She laughed and said she -(TM)d been hoping I -(TM)d do that.  I
led her into the living room and invited her to sit on the love seat, and I
sat down next to her  -" exactly as we -(TM)d been four years earlier.

    -�So, -� I said, having practiced the line,  -�where were we when we
were interrupted? -�

   Nik laughed and put her arm around me, but instead of kissing me she
said,  -�and it -(TM)s a good thing we were interrupted too!  You were only
15 and I was drunk. -�

    -�I -(TM)m grown up now. -�

    -�I can see that,  -� she said looking at my chest, and then her eyes
went farther down.  I felt myself blushing, and being a white-skinned
redhead when I blush I go red halfway down my chest and this just made her
laugh some more, but now her hand was on my bare back sliding up and down.
I put my hand behind her neck and pulled her towards me, kissing her.  She
kissed me back and now her other hand was on my ribcage and our tongues
were renewing their acquaintance.

   She pushed back and looked me in the eye.   -�We really shouldn -(TM)t
be doing this, Molly, -� she said.   -�I -(TM)m going back the day after
tomorrow. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t want to be your girlfriend, -� I said, using another
practiced line.   -�I just want to be with you right now. -�

   And then I basically threw myself at her.  We kissed and kissed and her
fingers went everywhere except where I most wanted them.  I tried to put
her hand there, but she resisted.

    -�We shouldn -(TM)t do that, -� she said again, still kissing me and
touching me everywhere else.  I gave up and relaxed, just letting it happen
the way she wanted  -" and maybe I was a little bit relieved.  I let her
run her fingers through my pubic hair and caress the insides of my thighs.
They would come so close it nearly drove me insane, but I managed not to
grab her hand and press it against myself.  I just let the moment become
what she wanted it to be.

   Eventually she had to go and I walked her outside.  She was surprised
that I stepped outside naked so casually, but we were in the back yard and
I knew no one could see.  We kissed for a lovely long while and then she
walked to her car and drove away while I stood and watched her with my
hands on my hips. 

   I spent the afternoon alternately masturbating and resisting the urge to
call her.  Then it was time to go to work and I reluctantly got dressed and
drove to the mall.  All that evening I expected her to walk into the
bookstore again and come up to order a latte.  At least we could talk
again. But she didn -(TM)t.  I left the store and lingered at the entrance,
hoping she was waiting in the parking lot, but she wasn -(TM)t.

   When I got home, the parents were just turning off the TV and starting
their going-to-bed routines.  We chatted a little and then they were in
their room and I was in mine, sulking. 

   I did not yet have a cell phone, but I had my own line in my room.  A
zillion times I picked up the phone to call her, but stopped myself.  And
then, just as I -(TM)d put the phone down it rang.  It was her.  She said
she -(TM)d meant to come by the bookstore again, but she had been out with
old friends and the evening had slipped away from her.  Now she was back at
her parents -(TM) house having just fed the dog.  We talked and talked and
made each other laugh and said sexy things to each other.  She asked if I
was naked, but I wasn -(TM)t and she seemed disappointed.  So I started to
undress, telling her exactly what I was taking off as I did so.  I was
surprised how sexy that was, and by the time I was naked we were both
pretty turned on.

   She said she had been kicking herself for not making love to me when she
-(TM)d had the chance, and I said there was still time  -" that we were
only 45 minutes away from each other.  We shouldn -(TM)t, she said again,
but I could tell she no longer meant it.  I said nothing, and waited.

    -�I wish you were here right now,  -�she whispered. 

    -�What would you do if I was? -�

    -�I -(TM)d take you to my bed.  And I -(TM)d make love to you. -�

    -�Promise? -�

    -�Yes. -�

    -�Then I -(TM)m coming right now. -�

    -�I hope you do. -�

    -�And I -(TM)m coming naked. -�

   She laughed.   -�That would be amazingly sexy, but -" -�

    -�See you soon. -� 

    -�Molly, wait I hope you -(TM)re not really going to -" -�

   I hung up and turned off the ringer in case she called right back. 
Suddenly in my mind this was the absolute perfect thing to do and I didn
-(TM)t want to be talked out of it.  I did not even go to my bathroom to
primp or even brush my hair.  My purse was right there, but instead of
taking it (with my wallet inside), I reached in and grabbed my keys.  I
stepped out of my room, quietly closed the door, and slipped silently down
the hallway past my parents -(TM) bedroom door, down the stairs and out the
back door.

   I walked across the long back yard in the moonlight to the garden shed
where my convertible was parked under the Plexiglas greenhouse-style
shelter that served as its carport.  I got in and started the car, turning
on only the yellow parking lights.  Slowly I drove across the bumpy bricks
and stones across the yard to the asphalt driveway. 

   So many times I had done this only to pull the car in next to the house
or drive into the garage to end the game.  But this time I continued down
the long driveway to the cul-de-sac street, and from there to the main
street of our neighborhood.  We were just on the edge of development so if
you turn one way you head toward the mall and the interstate that goes
downtown, and if you turn the other way it doesn -(TM)t take long before
you are in the country.

   I looked up at the bright crescent moon and noticed for the first time
that most of the stars were now covered by clouds and wisps of them were
passing in front of the moon at a speed that caught my attention.  The
practical part of myself told the crazy part of myself that it looked like
rain, but neither of us was very worried about it.  I -(TM)d get there
before it rained, I decided. 

   Fifteen or so minutes into my trip, the first fat raindrop splashed
against my bare chest, and I told myself it was okay.  Nik -(TM)s house was
on that very road, I reminded myself  -" as if that made a lot of
difference.  For a little while longer I managed to outrun the rain, but
then if fell even heavier and I -(TM)d forgotten about all the little towns
I -(TM)d have to drive through.  Most are little more than a few blocks on
either side of an intersection, but the speed limit drops to 30 mph as you
get near them.  Not that I expected the state police to have a speed trap
set up in the middle of the night, but I didn -(TM)t want to attract
attention so I slowed down to about 40 as I cruised through.  I felt a lot
more of the rain at that speed, and even more when I came to the stop
signs. 

   The biggest town is Edwina which has a bunch of stop signs and a real
downtown with shops and a square and everything.  A few window lights were
on here and there, but I saw no one until I hit the main stop light.  It
was red and I came to a complete stop, but I wasn -(TM)t planning on just
sitting there waiting for it to turn green.  But I stopped for several
seconds just to be cautious and took that moment to lean my head back so my
face was in the rain and I let it pour all over me.  The car upholstery was
already squishy wet beneath my butt so it didn -(TM)t make much difference
anymore. 

   And then I heard a voice, simply say  -�hi. -� 

   There was someone on a second-floor porch right above my car  -" a girl
probably 13 or 14.  She was on my right and high enough up to look down
right into the car and see that I was completely nude. 

    -�Hi, -� I said back.

    -�Why are you naked? -� she asked.

    -�Because I like to be naked, -� I said  -" as if that explained
everything.

    -�How come your top is down in the rain? -�

    -�I like to be wet too, -� I said.  The light by this time had turned
green so I blew her a kiss and drove off into the wet and naked night
feeling like a pagan goddess of nature who had somehow learned to drive.

   I was feeling fantastically good about my little adventure until the
dashboard lights fizzled and went out.  The headlights were still working
and the car was still running, but it was freaky having the dashboard
completely dark and I started worrying that something would short-circuit
and the car would konk out.

   On top of that, I realized I wasn -(TM)t remembering quite right where
Nik -(TM)s house was.  I thought it was just a few miles outside of Edwina,
but I wasn -(TM)t seeing it.  Maybe it was farther out than I remembered.
Maybe I -(TM)d missed it behind the trees.  I also realized that I hadn
-(TM)t even glanced at the gas gage the whole trip and had no recollection
whatsoever how full it had been before I left home.  And now I could not
see it, so I was worried about running out of gas and not being able to
find Nik -(TM)s house in time.

   This was really putting a damper on my sensuous good mood, but then like
a miracle I saw it  -" Nik -(TM)s house.  It was just as I remembered it 
-" set way back in an open field with those big fake columns.  Elated, I
pulled into the long driveway and slowed as I got close.  I rolled slowly
under the porch overhang and out of the rain.  I stopped in front of the
front door but was afraid to turn of the car because it might not start
again. 

   I waited until I saw Nik standing there in the doorway wearing a robe. I
turned off the car and opened the door and got out in front of her so she
could see I really had driven all this way naked in an open convertible. 
All of the eroticism that I -(TM)d felt before my bit of panic rushed back
into me and I felt in that moment like the most beautiful woman in the
world, and in my mind it made perfect sense that I could decide never wear
clothing again.

   Nik reached into the doorway and flipped off the porch light.  We could
still see each other by the light from the windows, but it was dim and
intimate.  She untied her robe and let it fall to the ground and she was
naked also.  We walked towards each other and embraced in a long kiss
during which my cold wet body rubbed slipperily against her warm dry skin.
She led me inside and upstairs to her bedroom and where in the shadows her
many sports trophies looked down on us from their shelf as we made love. 

   I am not going to go into details about this because my story is not
about sex, but I will tell you one small part of it.  By the time I had
arrived it was practically dawn so after we had each had a lovely orgasm
and were holding each other in the growing light.  I looked out the window
and realized there was a dense fog enveloping the house. 

   Nik said it happened all the time but to me it was enchanting and I
wanted to go outside in it.  I ran out into their backyard and she
followed. The sun was coming up, but we couldn -(TM)t see it, and all of
the birds were chattering to the morning.  As I twirled around looking at
nothing but white I realized I was splashing ankle deep in pooled
rainwater. I lay down on my back with my hair in the water and splashed my
arms and legs up and down as if I were making a snow angel. 

   Before I quite realized what she was doing, Nik crawled between my legs
and began kissing me there.  She was very skilled at this, as I had
recently learned, and now I surrendered myself to her dancing tongue as I
seemed to float in the shallow water listening to the cacophony of morning
birdsongs.  My fingers gripped handfuls of submerged grass as I held onto
the spinning earth and cried out with the birds.

   Afterwards, we changed positions and my chin was underwater as I kissed
her deeply, trying to be as good at this as she was.  I had to wrap my arms
around her legs and hold on, my toes digging into the muddy earth as she
arched her back and lifted out bodies out of the water a few inches and
then splashing back down again. 

   Somehow we made it back inside and had a really good sleep.  I spent all
of that day with her, calling in sick at work and leaving a lie on my
mother -(TM)s answering machine.  Nik -(TM)s parents had a wet/dry vacuum
in the garage and so we did our best to dry out my car -(TM)s interior, but
it would take a week of baking in the sun to really dry it out.  Although
we were outside in the daytime, I felt comfortable staying naked since we
were so far back from the road.  Nik was not, so she slipped on an
oversized basketball jersey that came down below her waist far enough to
barely cover her lady parts.  The arm holes were so big I could see the
sides of her breasts and this image stuck with me over the years and
eventually became part of my description of  -�Sam -� in the Queen Jamie
story.

   But I stayed naked throughout the day, not having a lot of choice since
I had no clothing.  Nik played along with my fantasy, insisting several
times that I was not permitted to wear anything of hers and would
presumably have to drive back home naked.

   Our time together was brief.  We had that one day and the following
night and then she would be leaving.  I did worry a little at first that I
might lose my heart and not want to accept letting her go, but as we talked
it became pretty clear that we were not exactly made for each other.  We
disagreed about pretty much everything that was unrelated to having orgasms
 -" politics, religion, dogs, kids, you name it.

   So the next morning when our time was up, I felt okay about it.  I liked
her a lot and still do to this day (we are Facebook friends; she has a
spouse and two kids), but I did not fall in love with her.

   On our last morning, I knew that someone else was going to pick her up
and take her to the airport, so all I had to do was say goodbye and drive
home.  There was still the issue of my lack of clothing and as much as I
wanted to drive back home naked, I knew this was not possible  -" it being
10 a.m.  instead of 3 a.m. 

   Nik toyed with me a bit, pretending she might not loan me anything to
wear, and then she stripped off that oversized basketball jersey and handed
it to me.  So now in that final moment she was naked and I was not.  On me,
the jersey went down a little farther, but the gaping arm holes came
halfway down my ribs.  But it was perfect because I still had the feeling
of being almost naked as I puttered through those little towns on my way
back home.  In Edwina, I glanced up and the porch where I -(TM)d see the
girl, but no one was there now.

   The car upholstery was still very wet and the jersey quickly became
saturated under my butt and back, but that was okay with me since it simply
added to the sensuality of the experience.  When I got back home I backed
the car into its usual spot, glad that it was under a clear Plexiglas
shelter so the sun could do its job drying things out.  When I got out of
the car I pulled off the jersey and draped it over the garden fence to dry.
Then I sauntered naked carrying only my keys across the yard and let myself
in the back door  -" just a naked girl coming home.



   True Tales of Molly Driving Naked, Part 3

   After college I moved with my then boyfriend to a new city where we both
got jobs and lived together for about a year until we fell apart.  We had
never actually been that good of a couple and it was a mistake to move in
together, but as it happened, our romance was at its peak when we graduated
and I was temporarily unable to see the obvious. 

   I didn -(TM)t much like the job either, but it gave me a chance to make
new friends.  I am by nature pretty social and can walk into a crowd of
strangers and start up a conversation with just about anyone.  I did this a
lot in the company cafeteria where I would scan the room holding my tray
and pick someone to sit with.  If I spotted a woman who looked a little
butch and possibly lesbian I would pick her.  I wasn -(TM)t looking for
romance or sex, but just that comradely familiarity I had become so
comfortable with.  And so I pretty quickly found some gay chicks to hang
out with and through them I started playing on a softball team managed by a
very dyke couple who were outrageously fun to be around.  They were over 50
and had been together most of their adult lives.  Both had
short-short-short hair, tattoos and some bad-ass sports competitive
attitude.  They were both from the Tennessee and cussed with a hilarious
combination of raunchiness and quaintly Southern expressions.

   These women owned a peeling-yellow Victorian house in the heart of
downtown and they rented out rooms  -" but only to women they liked.  There
were six or so residents of the house at any given time, but other women
would always be there hanging out so whenever I visited them it was like
there was a little party going on.  Slightly more than half of the women
were openly gay while the rest were an amalgamation of straight, bi,
curious and closeted.  (At various times, I have self-identified with each
of those four variants).

   About a year into my job I decided to make two big changes in my life .
I quit my job to get my masters degree, and I decided to quit the boyfriend
too.  The second decision was bad timing financially because the boyfriend
made a lot more money and his name was on the lease.  I was desperate for a
cheap place to live and The Roommates made a spot for me.  The spot in
question, however, was a teeny-tiny room on the third floor of the house
that had previously never been rented because it was so small.  But it was
big enough for a bed and a desk and the rent was cheap so I gladly took
it. 

   By the time I moved in, the women of the house already knew me fairly
well and they had heard me talk about my nudity habits but had not actually
seen me do it.  It took me a little while, but eventually I was comfortable
enough to be nude in the common areas downstairs.  I -(TM)d come home from
class or work or whatever and go upstairs to my tiny room and undress and
then come way back downstairs to the first floor where The Roommates and
some visitor or other would be hanging out in the kitchen drinking, cooking
and talking while great music was coming out of about eight speakers they
-(TM)d wired up around the house. 

   It was easy enough for me to become comfortable being nude around the
actual Roommates, but you just never knew who else might walk in the door.
There was an assortment of  -�Ex-Roommates -� who had previously lived at
The House, plus  -�Honorary Roommates, -� which were women who occasionally
slept on one of the many couches when they were too drunk to drive home.

   My favorite place to hang out has always been the kitchen in part
because there is a narrow spiral staircase next to the still-operating
dumbwaiter.  The staircase was originally used by servants, but it is my
escape door when I need it.  So when I -(TM)d be in the kitchen and hear
the hubbub of someone coming in the front door and greeting everyone, I
could take a quick peek through the swinging kitchen door and decide
whether I was comfortable walking out there naked to say hello or sneak up
the stairway to my little room.  I rarely chose the latter.

   So about a year into my residency with The Roommates, I was nearly done
with my masters degree and got a new job that paid reasonably well.  I
desperately needed a car and went to some car lots to see what I could get.
I ended up buying a used PT Cruiser that was burgundy with fake wood panels
and a sunroof.  Also, it had darkly tinted windows.  As the car salesman
drove it up their back parking area to the front of the dealership I
noticed that I could barely see him in there and my first thought was: I
could drive naked in that thing!

   After I bought it and drove it back to The House and showed it to The
Roommates everyone came to the same conclusion and began egging me on.

   And so, that very first day that I brought home the car, I took my first
naked drive.  The House had a freestanding one-car garage, but it was
perpetually occupied by an ancient sports car one of the Homeowners planned
to fix up one of these days.  As I write this, I have been an
off-again/on-again resident of this house for 10 years and during that time
no one has ever attempted to drive or repair that car.  Just sayin -(TM).

   Since the garage was perpetually unavailable for actual operational
automobiles, those were parked on a weed-grown bricked-in area beside the
garage off of an alley.  Although The House was surrounded by skyscrapers
it still had a little outdoor privacy because of an ancient network of
arbors laden with tree-like wisteria.  So it was possible for me to walk
naked from the back porch to my car and get in as The Roommates cheered me
on.

   So that afternoon, I walked naked and barefoot, carrying only my cell
phone, from the house to my car and got in, the seat nice and cold against
my butt (I love that moment).  That first drive several of the roommates
followed in another car as I drove down the little alley and into the city
streets. 

   We live pretty close to the center of downtown, and even when you drive
in the opposite direction it is a very busy place with traffic and people
on bikes and pedestrians and tall buildings.  Intellectually, I knew that
no one could see me, but from my point of view looking out, it felt like I
was very visible. 

   Nothing much happened that is worth writing about.  I just drove around
a little and worked my way back to the house where I got out of my car and
sauntered up to the back porch as the others applauded.

   For my next nude driving experience I wanted to take a trip without
another car escorting me -- though of course the roommates were diligently
"on call" to come to my rescue if need be.  I wore sandals this time, and
brought a small purse.  I also had a destination, a lunchtime visit to one
of the honorary roommates who lives out in the burbs with a husband and two
kids.  It's about a 20-minute drive, including congested spots when cars
are jammed close together barely moving.  I felt so exposed sitting there,
the sun bright on my skin, but no one looked at me because to them I was
just a vaguely humanoid shadow.

   My friend, of course, was in on the arrangements so she left her garage
door open so I could drive right in to the spot where her husband normally
parks.  She was supposed to shut the garage door after I pulled in, but she
forgot that part so as I got out of my car I was briefly exposed to
potential passers-by.  And then we. . .  simply had lunch in her kitchen
and chatted.  I stayed for an hour or so and then I left -- first phoning
my rescue crew to let them know I was in motion. 

   Again, nothing spectacular "happened" and yet the thrill I felt was like
being on the best drug possible.  And like a drug, it was addictive -- if
only in the way that, say, chocolate is addictive.  So in the next several
weeks I had many little trips to friends' houses.  Meanwhile, of course,
autumn turned to winter.  The leaves were completely gone and the
temperature not much above freezing, but I did not wear a coat nor anything
at all, except warmer shoes and sometimes a hat.

   I was in a monthly book club that met at a different person -(TM)s house
each time and I went to one of the meetings nude, just carrying my book. 
Another time, I helped out a friend who was an insurance agent and was
having a bunch of records digitized so she needed someone to just go
through them all removing the paper clips and staples.  Her office was in
one of those  -�industrial park -� areas in the suburbs, but it was like a
ghost town on Sundays.  So I was able to just drive right up, park in the
lot in front and saunter from my car to her office door as if going to my
regular job naked.

   This would, I suppose, be a more interesting story if something finally
went wrong and I ran out of gas or had a flat tire or something.  But
nothing like that happened and most of the time I went completely unnoticed
 -" except a couple times. 

   While I was coming back from one of these little visits, one of the
roommates called to tell me that one of the other roommates needed a ride
home from work and I eagerly accepted the request to pick her up because
now I had a mission -- a task to be performed naked.  The workplace in
question was in the heart of the city awash in people getting off work
and/or going someplace to eat or drink.  She was waiting on the sidewalk
and I pulled up in front. 

   When she opened the door, though, she took her sweet time getting in and
just stood there for several seconds with the passenger door completely
open.  There were probably a dozen people standing right there waiting for
the crosswalk signal to change.  One by one they began to notice me,
nudging each other until they were all staring as my friend finally managed
to get in and close the door.