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 �>�What a Girl Will Do for Love by mcmann.molly

   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 28

    -�I haven -(TM)t been honest with you, -� Betsy said, her voice
quivering  -�I -(TM)m not . . .  I -(TM)m not really a nudist. -� 

   With those words finally uttered, the rest of Betsy -(TM)s tale poured
out -- how the whole misunderstanding had all started with little things
she said during sex, but that Kate had taken her seriously and made a
career sacrifice in order to bring Betsy to Huron -- the only province
where she could live as a full-time nudist.  Betsy had been continuously
naked ever since, but only because she was afraid Kate would break up with
her if Betsy told her the truth. 

   When she ran out of words, Betsy whispered,  -�I hope you can forgive me
for lying to you. -�

    -�Don -(TM)t be silly.  Of course I forgive you, -� Michelle said, 
-�and I -(TM)m sure Kate will too -- but you need to tell her. -�

   The two naked girls were gently swinging in Michelle -(TM)s hammock in
her studio space in the Art Building.

    -�I know I should, -� Betsy said.   -�It -(TM)s just that Kate can be .
. .   -� 

    -�Prickly?  Quick to anger?  That -(TM)s how you -(TM)ve described her
and I have to say, Betsy, she seems kind of negative.  Are you sure you two
even belong together? -�

    -�Yes, -� Betsy insisted.   -�You -(TM)ve just gotten a bad impression
of her because I confide in you about the bad things.  She has lots of
positive qualities too. -�

    -�Okay, tell me about those. -�

    -�Well . . .  I love that she -(TM)s so strong and confident, and I
feel safe and protected with her.  She can be really funny when she -(TM)s
in the mood -- she has a great laugh.  We -(TM)re wonderful together
physically, and most of the time she treats me like a princess -- like I
-(TM)m the most beautiful girl on the planet. -�

    -�That -(TM)s because you ARE the most beautiful girl on the planet. -�

    -�I am NOT. -�

    -�I think you are, and so does Kate so you -(TM)re out-voted.  But I
-(TM)m sure I -(TM)ll get to witness all of her positive qualities
first-hand when I come over for dinner this Saturday. -�

    -�Yes, but please don -(TM)t say anything about-- -�

    -�About how you -(TM)re supposedly not really a nudist even though you
go everywhere naked and don -(TM)t own a stitch of clothing?  Don -(TM)t
worry -- your big secret is safe with me. -�

    -�Um, not just that.  I mean, well, she knows you and I are friends, of
course, but . . .   -�

    -�Oh, you mean don -(TM)t mention our little friendship kisses. -� Here
Michelle gave Betsy several kisses on the cheek, migrating down her jawline
and into her neck until Betsy giggled.

    -�Yes, don -(TM)t mention that -- and please don -(TM)t do that in
front of her. -�

    -�Does she know how we met? -�

    -�Well . . .  she knows I collided with you while rollerblading when I
was delivering campus mail in the Art Building, but--- -�

    -�Not that our faces ended up in each other -(TM)s pussies? -�

    -�That was an accident, but no I didn -(TM)t describe that part. -�

    -�Does she know about the second time our faces were in each other
-(TM)s pussies? -�

    -�That was an accident too.  Sort of. -�

    -�I like our accidents.  Maybe we should have another. -� Michelle
started rocking the hammock.

    -�Don -(TM)t do that! -� Betsy squealed. 

    -�Okay, but please tell me what Kate DOES know about me. -�

    -�She knows that you -(TM)re my really, REALLY good friend -- my BEST
friend -- and she knows you want to be a registered nudist too someday, and
she knows we -(TM)re in a class together.  Oops, and speaking of classes, I
need to get to my next one.  How do we get out of this thing without
falling again? -�

   The naked girls managed to extricate themselves from the hammock without
mishap this time, and walked together to the main exit of the Art Building.
Michelle hugged her goodbye and gave her wet "friendship kisses" on both
cheeks.  As they embraced, their erect nipples brushed together, and Betsy
could not have said whether Michelle made that happen or if she did so
herself.

   Betsy pushed out the main door into a crisp early Autumn day and
shivered.  She had gotten (almost) used to the morning chill as she walked
to her first class, but most days it warmed up by afternoon.  Not today. 
If anything, the temperature had dropped and Betsy shivered as she hurried
to her next class. 

   There actually were some benefits to the colder weather.  For one, it
cooled down the burning eroticism that she -(TM)d found so difficult to
control a few weeks earlier.  Nowadays, Betsy nearly always made it through
the day without having to find a place to masturbate.  But the most
important benefit was that sooner or later it would finally be cold enough
(in Kate's opinion) to warrant the "protective clothing" vaguely alluded to
in Huron's nudist rights statute.  To the extent that Betsy still had any
clear plan left at all, it was just to get a coat.  With pockets -- she
would have pockets again!

   The next morning, Betsy was encouraged when she looked out the window to
see frost on the grass.  She watched with envy as Kate got dressed in a
sweater and tweed jacket, hoping Kate would at least say something about
the cold, but she didn -(TM)t.  Betsy was determined not to be the first to
bring the subject up so they kissed goodbye and Kate left for work. 

   Wearing only her red sneakers and matching ball cap, Betsy left the
house and walked towards campus.  She had learned Dean's morning habits and
timed her own departure to pass his apartment as he came out.  She slowed
as she approached until she saw him coming out of his door wearing long
pants and a zippered sweatshirt.  She could tell he was looking for her too
and they met as he came down the little path from his building to the main
sidewalk.

   "You amaze me," he said.  "It's a frosty morning and yet here you are
naked as always."

   "I'm not naked," Betsy teased.  "I'm wearing a hat and shoes."

   "I stand corrected," he said as they began walking together.

   "So Dean," she said, having practiced what she would say.  "Kate and I
are having a little dinner party this Saturday.  Would you like to come?" 

    -�Um, sure, okay, -� Dean said tentatively.   -�So . . .  does this
mean I'm finally going to meet the famous Kate?"

   "Of course," Betsy said, trying her best to be casual.  "In fact, she
suggested I invite you. -�

    -�She knows I exist? -�

    -�Of course she knows you exist.  I -(TM)ve told her about you -- well,
some things about you -- and she saw you herself on that news clip when we
beat Melody."

   "Interesting," Dean said.  "So who else is going be there?"

   "Oh I don't know for sure," Betsy fibbed.  "Probably just a few of Kate
-(TM)s co-workers, and one or two friends of mine."

   "Anybody I might know?"

   "I don -(TM)t think so.  I think I -(TM)ve told you about Michelle, my
art student friend? -�

   Dean slowed to a stop and Betsy did with him.  "Wait, -� he said
suspiciously.   -�Is this a set-up?" 

   Betsy shrugged.  "What if it is?"

   "You want to set me up with . . .  someone who isn -(TM)t you?  What
about our sparks? -�

    -�I probably shouldn -(TM)t have admitted I had those, -� Betsy said.

    -�But you do? -�

   They were standing near a park bench so Betsy gestured for them to sit.
The wooden slats were very cold against her bare skin and the crisp breeze
gave her goosebumps, but she felt relaxed and determined to do the right
thing.

    -�You -(TM)ll like Michelle, -� she said,  -�and she -(TM)s a nudist
too!  Not registered yet, but she -(TM)s planning to be and goes naked
wherever she legally can, which I assume will include my house. -�

    -�Good for her, -� Dean said,  -�but I hope you don -(TM)t think I
-(TM)m only attracted to you because you -(TM)re a nudist -- though that
-(TM)s a plus to be sure -- but you didn -(TM)t answer my question.  About
sparks. -�

    -�I -(TM)ve answered it before. -�

    -�Is the answer still the same? -�

    -�I -(TM)m committed to Kate, -� Betsy heard herself say.   -�I admit I
feel . . .  sparks with you, but my situation isn -(TM)t going to change. I
-(TM)m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea. -�

   Dean sighed.   -�Is she cute? -�

    -�Kate?  Well, she -(TM)s-- -�

    -�I meant Michelle. -�

    -�Oh, absolutely.  She -(TM)s adorable! -�

    -�The second most adorable girl on campus? -�

   Betsy felt herself blushing and she imagined herself giving him a
different answer, and they would kiss right here on this park bench.  A
gust of cold wind made her shiver, and the carillon bells rang out,
reminding them of the time.

    -�You -(TM)re going to really like Michelle, -� Betsy said, standing
up. 

   On Saturday, Betsy was aflutter with preparations for the dinner party.
She cleaned the house thoroughly and went to the grocery store with her
list of ingredients for dinner.  It was another chilly day, but she found
she could tolerate it.  People gawked at her as they always had -- but now
with additional curiosity because of the cold.  Betsy ignored the stares
and kept her mind on her task, picking out everything she needed. 

   At six o -(TM)clock, Betsy was freshly showered and busy in the kitchen
when the doorbell rang.  Kate was still absorbed in her laptop at the
kitchen table with a vodka tonic so Betsy scampered to the door and
welcomed Kate -(TM)s boss, Alice Strunk, and her husband.  Kate finally
closed her laptop and joined their guests in the living room as Betsy
excused herself to go back to the kitchen.

   The doorbell rang again and this time Kate answered it as Betsy hurried
in to greet the newcomers.  It was another co-worker of Kate -(TM)s, Jason,
and his wife, Emma.  Although Betsy had been to several of Peabody and
Strunk -(TM)s social gatherings, Jason was new to the firm -- having only
recently moved to Huron himself -- and Kate had intentionally chosen him so
he and his wife would be meeting Betsy for the first time.  They were just
taking off their coats when Betsy came running in from the kitchen, her
breasts bouncing and a wooden spoon in her hand.  After an introduction
during which neither Jason nor Emma could manage more than fleeting eye
contact, Betsy dashed back to the kitchen to bring them glasses of wine.

   When Dean arrived, Betsy did her best to be breezily casual as she
introduced him first to the guests and then to Kate. 

   "Your'e a good catch," Kate said, shaking his hand firmly.

   "Pardon?"

   "I saw you on the news catching Betsy after that little race of yours."

   "Oh, right.  Well, she did the hard part -- beating Melody.  That was an
amazing win."

   "But I could see that Betsy was quite sweaty when she leaped into your
arms, -� Kate said.   -�She must have been rather slippery to hold onto." 

    -�I . . .  I suppose . .  she probably was, -� Dean stammered. 

   Betsy felt a wave of panic.  Was this whole evening an elaborate plan to
confront Betsy about her improper flirtations?



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 29

    -�As I'm sure you know from personal experience, -� Kate went on, -� 
-�Betsy is so dedicated to doing whatever she sets out to do.  She -(TM)s
just fearless, isn -(TM)t she?  She could have been hurt so I -(TM)m glad
you were there to keep her safe."

    -�What race are we talking about? -� Emma asked, as Betsy's heart
resumed beating.  Dean seized the opportunity and launched into a lengthy
description of the campus mail service and how Betsy had to put up with
Melody, their overbearing and relentlessly competitive co-worker --
culminating in the big race on the final day of summer session.

   Betsy had to get back to the kitchen before the story was over, but she
heard Dean exclaim,  -�and all I had to do was catch her! -� followed by
laughter.  She exhaled in relief when she heard Kate -(TM)s distinctive
guffaw rise above the rest.  The doorbell rang one again and Betsy knew it
had to be Michelle.  She hurried back to the door and Michelle was on the
porch wearing a wrap-around sweater tied at the waist.

   As Michelle stepped inside, the other guests in the living room stood up
and looked over expectantly, but before leading her over to them Betsy said
-- loud enough for all to hear --  -�may I take your wrap? -� Michelle
opened her sweater, showing herself to be nude also.  The sweater slid off
her shoulders and Betsy hung it on a hook by the door as Michelle kicked
off her sandals. 

   The distance from the front door to the living room was perhaps six or
seven paces, but for all in the room time seemed to slow down as they
watched the two naked, barefoot girls approach.  They were of similar
build, but with different coloring.  Betsy was of Swedish ancestry and was
a natural blonde, her skin golden brown from weeks of continuous nudity. 
Michelle was slightly taller and skinnier, her ribs showing and her belly
button an outie.  She was Irish, but not the redheaded kind.  Some few
strands of bright red were in there somewhere, but mostly her hair was a
rich auburn brown.  She -(TM)d had less freedom in the sun, but also did
not tan as easily.  Her shoulders and chest were slightly tanned and
splattered with freckles.  Neither girl had a wisp of public hair. 

   Michelle shook hands with each person in turn, and each time she did so
her right breast bobbled up and down -- a pattern that each person in the
group picked up on by the second or third introduction.  And so with each
of the remaining handshakes, everyone anticipated the bobble and made sure
to observe it.

   She was by nature more outgoing and talkative than Betsy, but tended to
become a jittery chatterbox when nervous.  And so each handshake took three
or four enthusiastic pumps as Michelle effusively complimented outfits,
shoes, hairstyles, nail color and any number of details about the guests.
Naturally, they tried to compliment her appearance in return while trying
not to use the word  -�naked. -� The consensus was that she looked 
-�lovely. -�

   When she got to Dean, Michelle held his hand in both of hers as she
said,  -�oooh, you are just as hot as Betsy said you were. -�

   Last in line was Kate, who declared,  -�a handshake isn -(TM)t enough
for my Betsy -(TM)s best school friend, -� and grabbed Michelle into a hug.
Surprised, but not at all put off, Michelle returned the hug, wrapping her
naked body around Kate and kissing her on the cheek.  If any ice needed to
be broken, that did it, and from that moment everyone relaxed.  Betsy felt
relieved that Kate had finally met both Dean and Michelle and that the
world had not ended.  She knew she had handled things badly -- allowing
herself to become much too flirtatious with both of them.  Starting
tonight, she vowed, things would be different.

   During dinner, Betsy was at the opposite end of the table from Dean and
Michelle, who were apparently finding plenty to talk and laugh about,
though Betsy could not hear much of their conversation.  Her end of the
table was dominated by Kate, Alice and Jason talking about work.  Betsy did
her best to be attentive, but kept trying to eavesdrop on the other
conversation.  Michelle was excitedly telling Dean how she had barely
missed out on a free trip to Italy -- a story Betsy had already heard. 
Michelle was first-runner up in an international painting competition,
which was a big accomplishment even though she missed out on the trip.  As
she told the story, Michelle would excitedly bounce up and down in her
chair -- and her breasts bounced along with her.  Dean and Betsy were on
the same side of the table with two people separating them so she could not
see his face or even hear what he was saying in reply.  Dean had always
played it pretty cool around Betsy, maintaining eye contact most of the
time -- more than she wanted him to do, actually.  She wondered if he was
having a better time looking at Michelle.

    -�Which is what makes Betsy so amazing, -� she heard Kate say. 
Startled, Betsy tried to force her brain to recall whatever had just been
talked about, but she was coming up blank.  Everyone at the table was
looking at her -- except Michelle and Dean, who were absorbed in each
other.

    -�I must concur, -� Alice said.   -�Betsy, I keep asking Kate if you
-(TM)ve resorted to clothing yet due to the changing weather, but she says
you have continued to carry on without a stitch.  Don -(TM)t you get cold?
-�

   Grateful to have this clarification, Betsy was prepared to respond.  
-�Yes, actually, I do get cold, Alice -- especially in the mornings.  But I
-(TM)m pretty stubborn when it comes to my nudity. -�

    -�But what will you do when winter comes? -�

    -�Um . . .  the law does permit nudists to wear protective clothing,
but-- -�

    -�Is that what other nudists do? -�

    -�Well, I guess I'm kind of in a unique situation.  All the other
registered nudists seem to live down south, so I'm the only one up north
where we have winter, and I . . .  I -(TM)m not sure what to do. -� Fearing
she -(TM)d said the wrong thing, Betsy hastily added,  -�I just want to
stay naked as long as I can. -�

    -�Isn -(TM)t she something? -� Kate exclaimed, putting her arm around
Betsy -(TM)s bare shoulder and pulling her close.   -�I -(TM)m probably
going to have to force her to wear a coat pretty soon, but I know she doesn
-(TM)t want to.  Do you, sweetie? -�

    -�No, I don -(TM)t! -� Betsy insisted, trying to sound determined, 
-�but . . .  I know my judgment isn -(TM)t very good on this subject so I
-(TM)m just going to let you decide that for me. -� 

   As everyone at her end of the table emitted a collective  -�awww, -�
Betsy glanced to the side to see Michelle looking back at her, one eyebrow
raised.

   The rest of the dinner proceeded uneventfully and Betsy was in the
kitchen making decaf and scooping dessert onto plates when Michelle came
in.  -�Need any help, Miss ultra-dedicated nudist? -� she asked.

    -�I couldn -(TM)t very well tell her in front of everyone, -� Betsy
whispered.

    -�Of course not, -� Michelle replied.   -�I was just kidding around
with you.  Can I at least help carry those plates? -�

    -�Yes, please.  So, um, you and Dean seem to be getting along. -�

    -�Ooooh, yeah! -� Michelle said, bouncing on the balls of her feet and
sending her boobs into a wobble.   -�He is SO hot.  You don -(TM)t mind if
I . . .  pursue that, do you? -�

    -�Of course not, -� Betsy said, trying to sound convincing.   -�That
-(TM)s why Kate-- why we invited you two at the same time. -�

   Alice, Jason and their spouses left shortly after dessert, but when Dean
and Michelle moved to follow, Kate held them back.   -�Please stay a little
longer, -� she said.   -�I barely got a chance to get to know you two --
and I have a special something to share. -�

   Dean and Michelle took their seats again while Betsy -(TM)s heart
fluttered nervously and Kate retrieved a slender bottle from her liquor
cabinet.   -�You both walked over, right?  This is pretty strong stuff so I
didn -(TM)t want to serve it to the others because they were driving. 
Babe, get some of those small glasses. -�

    -�That looks classy, -� Dean said as Betsy hurried off to the kitchen.
-�I -(TM)m not used to classy alcohol. -�

    -�It -(TM)s  -~Tsarskaya, -(TM) from St.  Petersburg, -� Kate said.  
-�A client gave it to me and I -(TM)ve been waiting for the right moment to
open it. -� She poured a small amount into each of the four glasses and
then held hers up in toast.   -�Nostrovia! -� she said, and threw back the
shot.

    -�Nostrovia! -� Dean repeated and took his own.

   Michelle looked at Betsy and the two of them took theirs at the same
time.   -�Nostrovia! -�

    -�That wasn -(TM)t as bad as I thought it would be, -� Michelle said.

    -�Good, -� Kate said,  -�because you can -(TM)t stop at one. -� She
refilled the glasses again and this time all four of them shouted 
-�Nostrovia! -� together and threw back their shots simultaneously.

    -�So tell me how you all met, -� Kate said.

    -�Well, I just met Michelle here tonight, -� Dean said.   -�Does that
count? -�

    -�I meant how did you two meet my sweet, adorable Betsy? -� Kate said,
pulling Betsy onto her lap on the couch.  Betsy wanted to relax and enjoy
the moment, but feared someone would say the wrong thing.  But if that
happened, she knew it would be all her fault.  Kate was being so nice, just
wanting to get to know Betsy -(TM)s friends -- not knowing Betsy had
betrayed her trust not just with one of them but both!  She didn -(TM)t
deserve Kate.  Betsy was lying to her every single day about her nudity,
and on top of that she -(TM)d been cheating on her.  Maybe not physically,
but emotionally.

   Betsy was so busy chastising herself and fearing having her shameful
secrets revealed that she was the only one not laughing as Dean told
another funny story about their mail delivery work -- Betsy -(TM)s pratfall
into the mud on her first day on the job -- and Michelle gave a PG-rated,
but still-humorous version of their original meeting.  Kate showed no sign
of being suspicious.  She just poured another round and told her own story
of how she had spotted Betsy at a lesbian bar  -�and as soon as I laid eyes
on her, I knew I had to have her. -� As she spoke, Kate -(TM)s hand was
gliding up and down Betsy -(TM)s side, from just below her breast to
halfway down her outer thigh and back up again. 

    -�Of course, this wasn -(TM)t in Huron so she was still wearing
clothing, -� Kate went on, moving her hand to Betsy -(TM)s inner thigh,
caressing up and down, almost absently as she talked.  She pushed Betsy
-(TM)s legs farther apart and Betsy submitted, as she always did.   -�And
so I had no idea yet that she was a nudist, -� Kate went on, as her fingers
glided down almost to Betsy -(TM)s knee and then back up all the way until
the side of her hand touched Betsy -(TM)s pussy.  Dean was steadfastly
maintaining eye contact with Kate, but Michelle was watching the action,
her nipples puckered into points.

    -�It was only later when we were making love for the first time that
Betsy told me how much she loved being naked, and that was the moment I
fell in love with her. -� 

    -�Oh, that -(TM)s so sweet! -� Michelle exclaimed.   -�And sexy. -�

   Kate -(TM)s hand came to a stop against Betsy -(TM)s pussy, her fingers
resting innocuously against Betsy's inner thigh while the heel of her hand
at the wrist pressed firmly between her open labia directly on her clit. 



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 30

   Betsy held her breath, wondering if Kate intended make her come right
there in front of her friends.  The idea of that happening terrified her,
but also touched off a wave of eroticism that rushed through her entire
body and made her shiver.  She shifted her pelvis involuntarily, rubbing
herself minutely against Kate -(TM)s hand.  No one else (she hoped) would
have noticed, but she was certain Kate did.  She had not meant it as a
signal inviting more but she half-feared and half-hoped Kate would take it
that way.

   Kate -(TM)s hand began to move, sliding wetly upwards along Betsy -(TM)s
pussy until the fingernail of her pinky cupped Betsy's clit -- and released
it as Kate lifted her hand away to reach for the vodka bottle.

    -�One more round? -� she asked.

    -�I may need to sleep on your couch if I drink much more of this, -�
Michelle said.   -�I don -(TM)t have to drive, but I may not be able to
walk either. -�

    -�We -(TM)ll make this the last one, -� Kate said, and then everyone
raised their glasses again and shouted triumphantly together, 
-�Nostrovia!! -�

    -�We should probably go while we can still feel our legs, -� Dean
suggested. 

   Everyone started to get up, but Kate said,  -�oh, I meant to take a
picture of you all. -� She held up her phone.   -�Michelle, do I have
permission to take a picture of you while you -(TM)re naked? -�

    -�Heck yeah, -� Michelle declared, standing up uncertainly and leaning
off-balance into Dean, who was still seated.  Her butt cheek smooshed
against his face as he instinctively put his arm around her body to keep
her from falling.

    -�Hold that pose, -� Kate said, snapping a few photos.   -�Okay, Betsy,
stand up with Michelle.  I absolutely must have a photo of the two nudists
of Avery. -�

    -�One of them still unofficial, -� Michelle pointed out.

   Betsy and Michelle stood side-by-side as Kate gave directions as she
took photos.   -�Put your arms around each other. . .  that -(TM)s good . .
.  now how about a kiss? -� Betsy froze, but Michelle grabbed her by the
chin and turned her head, and their lips came together. 

   Though alcohol had been flowing all evening, Betsy had been so fixated
on making sure the dinner went well that she -(TM)d only had one glass of
wine before the vodka came out.  She was feeling a buzz, but was not drunk.
Kate drank more heavily than Betsy, and liked to claim it had little effect
on her, but Betsy knew better.  Kate was smashed.

    -�Betsy, don -(TM)t be so stiff, -� Kate ordered, her voice slurred.  
-�Show us some hot lesbian kissing! -� 

   Worried about defending herself in the morning, Betsy tried not to seem
overly willing, but Michelle had no such reservations.  Her tongue was
making an inventory of Betsy -(TM)s teeth and her hand was squeezing Betsy
-(TM)s breast.

    -�Beautiful, -� Kate declared.   -�I might need to get the garden hose
and spray you two down.   -�Dean, you better get in between them. -�

   Betsy gingerly pushed Michelle away until their lips parted, making room
for Dean in the middle. 

    -�Okay ladies, give him a kiss on the cheek. -� Betsy obeyed, hoping
Kate would soon stop.  She had often imagined kissing Dean, but her
fantasies had never included Kate as an observer.  Yet here she was with
her lips on his cheek and her nose drinking in his scent.  His arm was
around her waist, his strong hand resting on her bare hip.  She had her
hand on his back and wished he was still shirtless as he had been in the
summer.  Realizing that neither Kate nor the camera would see, Betsy
slipped her hand under his shirt and slid her fingertips up his muscular
back.  She kept her other hand at her side, wanting to be sure Kate would
not later decide she had been too eager.

   Michelle had no such reason to moderate her behavior and so both of her
hands went up Dean -(TM)s shirt -- one in front and one in back.  The one
in back discovered Betsy -(TM)s hand and gripped it as the one in front
made a show of groping Dean -(TM)s pecs.  Kate laughed and egged her on. 
In her enthusiasm and unsteady on her feet, Michelle began to fall sideways
onto the love seat and Dean fell with her.  Betsy remained standing, now
alone, as Dean and Michelle sprawled on the love seat entwined together.

   After drawing out the moment some while, Michelle extricated herself and
declared,  -�Kate needs to be in some pictures too! -� She snatched Kate
-(TM)s phone from her hands in a manner Betsy herself would not have dared.
Yet Kate only laughed and jumped to her feet to embrace Betsy for the
camera.

    -�Show us some lesbian love! -� Michelle declared, snapping pictures.
Kate complied, wrapping Betsy into a kiss and putting her hand between
Betsy -(TM)s legs as she so often did when they were alone.  This was not
just a pose for the camera.  Kate's fingers meant business, vigorously
rubbing Betsy's clit.  Betsy surrendered herself to Kate -(TM)s will and in
that moment having an orgasm in front of Dean and Michelle felt like the
most perfect thing she could possibly do.

   But then Kate -(TM)s hand was gone and everyone was laughing.  Michelle
gave the phone back to Kate, who flipped through the images, showing them
to Betsy.  And then everyone was hugging goodbye and the front door was
open.

    -�Don -(TM)t forget this, -� Kate called after them when Dean and
Michelle were on the porch.  She was holding Michelle -(TM)s wrap-around
sweater.

    -�Oh crap, I still need this, don -(TM)t I? -� Michelle pouted.  
-�Someday I will be as brave as you, Betsy Andrews, Famous Avery Nudist. -�
Dean gallantly held out the sweater and Michelle slipped her arms into it
but made no effort to tie it closed.  They staggered together, arm in arm,
down the steps from the porch and out into the night.

   The next morning, Kate and Betsy each dealt with their hangovers their
own way.  Betsy slept late, took aspirin and and drank strong coffee.  Kate
rose early and went for a long bike ride.  She had uploaded her photos from
the previous night to the shared cloud storage space the girls shared, so
Betsy spent much of the morning flipping through the images.

   For a long while she stared at the photos of herself and Michelle
kissing, amazed that Kate had encouraged it, and hoping Kate would not see
anything negative in them after the fact.  Then there were the photos of
Dean with a naked girl on each arm.  She remembered what it felt like
kissing his cheek, and secretly sliding her hand up the back of his shirt.
The next few photos showed Michelle falling to one side and pulling Dean
with her and away from Betsy.  She had remained standing, left alone as
Dean and Michelle sprawled, limbs entwined, on the love seat.  It felt
symbolic in some way.

   The last images were of her and Kate together, and this seemed right. 
Kate was grinning drunkenly -- looking more relaxed than Betsy had ever
seen her.  They did make a good-looking couple in an opposites sort of way.
Kate was tall, dark-haired and clothed while Betsy was petite, blonde and
so very naked.  So naked, so always naked.  Betsy had been mentally
fighting it all this time, struggling to escape from a situation she had
put herself into.  She began to imagine that perhaps her inappropriate
flirtations with both Dean and Michelle had been part of that struggle. 
Maybe it was time to give up and accept her life as a nudist?  To let go of
Dean and Michelle.  They were still her friends, of course.  She wanted to
keep them in her life in that way, but she knew she had to stop herself
from indulging in romantic fantasies with them.  It was unfair to them --
especially Dean -- to encourage that.  He deserved to be with a girl like
Michelle, and Betsy was lucky to have a girl like Kate.

   Betsy closed her computer feeling that something had been resolved.  She
still didn't want to give up on ever wearing clothing again, but she did
feel more certain of her relationship with Kate.  That -(TM)s what
mattered, and Betsy needed to control her feelings and stay focused on
that. As for her nudity predicament, maybe the changing seasons would help
her with that.  She would, at minimum, get to wear a coat pretty soon.  And
perhaps when it was really cold she could tell Kate it was too much -- that
she had really wanted to be a full-time nudist but that Kingsley winters
were just too much.  She could say that after much soul-searching she had
decided to withdraw her registration and go back to being a home nudist.

   The advantage of that strategy, Betsy realized, was that she would not
have to admit that she had been lying all this time.  She would just be
changing her mind after having given full-time nudity a dedicated attempt
for several months -- until the brutal reality of winter forced her to
change her plans.  Kate probably still wouldn -(TM)t like it, but surely
she would have to respect Betsy -(TM)s decision under those circumstances.
It would be a test of Kate -(TM)s love for Betsy.  If Kate actually broke
up with her in that situation, well then maybe they didn -(TM)t belong
together after all. 

   Betsy took strength from having made that decision.  She had been going
naked for a couple of months already, and she could do it for another month
or two -- despite the cold -- in order to reach her goal.  She felt at
peace with whatever might happen after that. 

   And so on Monday morning, Betsy was again stepping outside on a frosty
morning wearing nothing but tennis shoes and a ball cap.  She was a little
late so she was hurrying in order to be passing Dean -(TM)s apartment when
he usually came out.  She was still a block away when she saw him come out
of his door.  She started to trot to catch up with him, but then stopped
short when she saw someone else come out the door behind him.  It was
Michelle.  Betsy stepped behind a tree, not wanting them to see her if they
looked back, but they didn't.  They just walked away from her, together. 



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 31

   Already?  Dean and Michelle were sleeping together already?  It had only
been two days since they'd met at Kate and Betsy's party.  It had been an
intentional pairing, of course, and Betsy supposed she should be glad it
had worked out so well.  But this fast? 

   Michelle probably initiated it, Betsy reasoned.  She was vivacious,
outgoing and uninhibited -- all qualities Betsy lacked -- so Dean would
have had his hands full fending her off, if he tried.  Dean had never made
a move on Betsy, nor had he even ogled her particularly.  But . . .  he
said he had sparks for HER.  For Betsy.  And he was already having sex with
Michelle, her best friend?? 

   Stop it, Betsy told herself.  So what if it happened fast.  This was
right, Betsy told herself.  She was solid with Kate, after all -- and had
escaped the potentially serious consequences of her own foolishness -- and
now her best friends Dean and Michelle were together.  That was good.  The
four of them got along great.  They could go on double dates together.

   Best of all, Betsy finally had a real plan to get herself out of this
insane nudism thing without having to admit she'd never really wanted to do
it in the first place. 

   Later that day when she saw Michelle in class, Betsy tried to be
nonchalant as she asked,  -�so what did you think of Dean?  Did you two hit
it off? -�

    -�We did! -� Michelle exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat.  
-�We spent most of yesterday together and, well, last night too. -�

    -�Did you? -� Betsy exclaimed, trying her best to sound both surprised
and happy.

   Michelle yawned.   -�We spent most of the night on the roof of the
Science Building waiting for that stupid lunar eclipse everyone -(TM)s been
talking about.  It was kind of cool, I guess, but not really worth staying
up til 4 a.m.  to see. -�

    -�I -(TM)m sure you found something ELSE to do up there with Dean, -�
Betsy said teasingly.

    -�I might have except there were, like, 20 other people up there with
us. -�

    -�Oh.  So you two didn -(TM)t . . . -�

    -�Sleep together?  No-- well, yes, technically.  We went back to his
place afterwards and passed out on his couch for a couple hours before his
freaking alarm went off. -�

    -�Ohhh! -� Betsy exhaled, relieved but trying not to seem that way.

    -�But I plan on getting into those tight pants of his REAL soon. -�

   The next morning marked the beginning of October and as if on cue the
temperature dropped sharply and it stayed frosty cold all week, but Betsy
was surprised that it really wasn -(TM)t that bad.  She usually only had to
walk 15 or 20 minutes at a time to get from one warm building to the next
-- though twice a week her first class was on the opposite side of campus
and was more than a 30 minute walk.  If she allowed herself enough time,
Betsy could cut through some campus buildings along the way.  That worked
pretty well if it was a classroom building, but when she tried to cut
through a boys -(TM) dorm, it really slowed her down because so many guys
wanted to flirt with her.

   Even when she walked the whole way outside, Betsy found she could endure
the cold weather pretty well, though of course it was only October and
would get much worse before long.  That -(TM)s what Betsy was counting on
-- subzero temperatures and maybe a nice blizzard.  That ought to be enough
to at least get a long coat.  After that, she would tell Kate she simply
had to go back to wearing clothing.  She would do that by Solstice, Betsy
vowed to herself, so she would not have to be naked when she visited her
family.  Going naked around her sister Hannah or Aunt Mindy wouldn -(TM)t
be so bad, but not around the boys.  Their blended family had come together
when Betsy (the youngest) was 10 and the boys (the oldest) were 14, so they
were like brothers to her.  She did NOT want them seeing her naked -- not
in person anyway.  She knew they -(TM)d seen her on the Internet.  Though
they did not live in the Kingsley TV broadcasting region, all they had to
do was search for  -�Avery nudist -� to find both amateur video and local
TV reports. 

   Starting with the charity art auction when they first moved to Huron,
Betsy had been on the news multiple times.  The video of her winning the
rollerblading contest had become the most watched footage in Channel 5
history, and all three local TV stations had experienced a ratings bump
whenever they could come up with an excuse to put her on the air.

   Publicists for Kate -(TM)s employer, Peabody & Strunk, were also aware
of Betsy -(TM)s star power.  After the attention she brought to the Art
Auction, the company -(TM)s PR department made sure Kate and Betsy were
invited to every public event P&S sponsored.  They also made sure to
mention to the press that Betsy would be attending.  Twice since the school
year started, Betsy had  -�dressed up -� in her white heels and pearl
necklace, her hair pinned up to show off the dangly matching earrings, and
dutifully attended some gala fundraiser or another where everyone else was
in tuxedos and gowns.  All three Kingsley TV stations would be out front as
a string of expensive cars pulled up for valet parking.  When it was their
turn, Kate would walk around to open her door and Betsy would step out amid
flashing lights like the celebrity she had become. 

   At some point in the evening, thankfully after she -(TM)d consumed a few
glasses of wine, Betsy would be put in front of the cameras again to answer
whatever silly questions the reporters could think to as an excuse to put
her on the air.  Now that it was October, the questions on everyone -(TM)s
lips were  -�aren -(TM)t -(TM) you cold? -� and  -�are you going to stay
naked all winter? -�

   Betsy was prepared with a strategic answer.   -�Of course I -(TM)m cold,
-� she said,  -�but I -(TM)m trying to stay naked as long as possible.  Of
course, the law allows nudists to wear protective clothing, and living this
far north, I suppose I -(TM)ll eventually have to wear a coat or something.
-� Here she made a fetching pouty look that she -(TM)d practiced in the
mirror.   -�But I just don't want to think about that yet! -�

   Although the other two stations generally left her alone in between
these events, Channel 5 would take any excuse to  -�check in on the Avery
Nudist, -� and at least once a week Betsy would spot a Channel 5 van
cruising around campus.  She avoided them when she could, but usually she
had to say a few words about how very happy she was to be naked.

   In addition to the news organization sites, Betsy knew there were
several websites focused entirely on photos and videos of her.  She tried
not to look at them, but sometimes could not resist.  She was astonished at
how many photos and videos there were -- most of which she had no idea were
being taken.  In an odd way she was touched by the attention because the
sites were universally laudatory -- as if she were a movie star people felt
lucky to have seen in person. 

   One morning late in October, Betsy looked out the window to see that it
had snowed.  Four or five inches had collected on the ground and more was
coming down.  She turned on the TV where the Channel 5 weatherman was
predicting a  -�wintry mix -� all day. -� After making coffee for Kate,
Betsy announced that she was going out to shovel the sidewalk.  She was
trying to draw attention to the fast-approaching need for protective winter
clothing, but Kate paid little attention and seemed preoccupied with
reading something on her phone.

   Wearing only shoes, Betsy went out on the porch and began shoveling snow
off the porch and then the little brick path leading out to the picket
fence.  Ironically, this was a task Betsy had once looked forward to doing.
She -(TM)d always dreamed of having a little house like this and she would
imagine doing all the little chores associated with homeownership --
including shoveling snow.  She just hadn -(TM)t expected to be doing it
naked.

   After clearing the little path inside the fence, Betsy opened the gate
to shovel the sidewalk out front.  She wanted to go inside shivering, but
it wasn't actually very cold.  The snow was coming down in big wet flakes
that collected in her hair as she worked.  She was about a third of the way
done when she she noticed the Channel 5 van.  Crap.  It was too late to
evade them by going back inside, and she couldn -(TM)t just leave the
sidewalk half finished so she ignored them and continued with her task. 
The cameraman quickly positioned himself on the neighbor -(TM)s
still-unshoveled sidewalk so he could film her as she approached.

    -�Don -(TM)t mind us, Betsy, -� the reporter called to her as she
fiddled with her microphone.   -�Just pretend we -(TM)re not here for a
bit. -�

   It was not easy to pretend the burly cameraman was not right there in
front of her.  Betsy knew he was getting a good shot of her boobs jiggling
with her movement, but there was no way to shovel any differently.  Now she
had only ten feet or so left to go and the reporter had positioned herself
next to the cameraman and began speaking into her microphone.   -�Okay,
Betsy, we -(TM)re going live in a few seconds.  We just want to ask you a
question or two about how you -(TM)re doing with this weather, but keep
shoveling at first, okay? -�

   Betsy, nodded, hoping Kate hadn -(TM)t turned off the TV.  She no longer
fretted over how many people in the Kingsley Metro Area would see her
naked. Betsy had an audience of one, and that -(TM)s what mattered.  Next
to the van, a producer counted down the seconds with his fingers and
pointed to the reporter.

    -�This is Maddie McGuire live from Avery where our Channel 5 Action Cam
came to see how the Avery Nudist was handling the season -(TM)s first
snowfall, and we found her shoveling snow! -� Betsy presumed the camera was
now on her, but she kept shoveling.   -�Sorry to interrupt your work,
Betsy. -� 

   Putting on her game face, Betsy looked up at the camera with a big
smile.  -�No problem, Maddie.  I -(TM)m almost done here. -� She scooped up
a couple more piles of snow and then straightened up, leaning on her shovel
as more snow fell all around her.  She had conflicting desires -- wanting
to build her case for eventual clothing, but also aching to just make Kate
happy.

    -�Betsy, I -(TM)m sure our viewers are all wondering how you manage to
go completely naked in weather like this.  How do you do it? -�

   Betsy looked through the camera lens into Kate's eyes.   -�I love being
naked in the snow, -� she said for Kate, and then tried to remember what
she'd meant to say.   -�Of course, um, today it -(TM)s only barely cold
enough to snow and there -(TM)s no wind, so it -(TM)s not bad yet, -� Betsy
said.  She realized she did not feel cold in the least; quite the opposite.
 -�I guess all this shoveling really warmed me up because I -(TM)m really
hot! -�

   Indeed, although the snow was coming down hard as she spoke, the fat
flakes collected in her hair but melted wetly on her skin.  She didn -(TM)t
feel uncomfortable at all and the thought of Kate watching her naked on TV
made her aroused.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 32

    -�Are you going to stay naked all winter? -�

    -�I -(TM)m gonna try!  Bye now. -� She waved and sauntered back to the
porch, showing the camera her shiny-wet, perfectly formed bottom, still
sun-browned despite the season.  Despite her outward confidence, Betsy was
conflicted.  She -(TM)d meant to stay on message -- emphasizing again that
by mid-winter she -(TM)d probably be wearing a coat -- but all she could
think of was Kate watching her.  She burst in the house, hoping Kate had
not missed it, and indeed Kate was in front of the TV using the remote with
a delighted look on her face. 

    -�That was SO sexy, -� Kate said, still pushing buttons.   -�I missed
the first few seconds, but recorded the rest. -� Playing the recording on a
loop, Kate embraced her and immediately put a hand between her legs. 

    -�I -(TM)m really hot!, -� Betsy heard herself say on TV, only now
catching the unintended double meaning.  She would have been embarrassed
had Kate not been sucking her nipple and rubbing her clitoris.  She was
quickly on the verge an orgasm but caught sight of the clock on the TV and
remembered why she couldn -(TM)t be late to class.   -�Wait, -� she panted,
pushing herself away.   -�I have a test . . .  in ten minutes. -� 

   Stumbling backwards, Betsy grabbed her backpack and hurried to the door,
as she again heard herself saying  -�I -(TM)m really hot! -�

   Betsy ran all the way to class, arriving just in time as the professor
was handing out the tests.  Trickles of sweat ran down her body as she
gradually caught her breath and tried to concentrate on 16th Century
Provincial Poetry.  The class was in one of the older buildings with steam
heat and the room temperature was always at one extreme or the other.  On
this day it was too hot and students around her were pulling off their
sweaters.  Wearing nothing at all, Betsy should have been the most
comfortable, but after Kate -(TM)s unfinished lovemaking and her sprint
from home, she was unable to cool down.  The wooden seat was slippery under
her bottom, and she knew the cause was not entirely perspiration.

   When the class was over, Betsy hurried outdoors to cool off.  In a
little brick plaza she spotted a park bench covered with four inches of wet
snow.  Betsy sat down on it, grateful for the shock of cold against her
pussy.  She leaned back, draping her arms on the snowy back of the bench
and turning her face into the sky as the still-falling snow melted on her
face.  She still had her eyes closed when she heard the unmistakable click
of a camera.  Looking up, she saw a girl with a very professional looking
camera with a long lens.   -�Just ignore me, Betsy, -� the girl said as she
continued clicking.   -�I -(TM)m with the yearbook staff.  Oooh, hold that
pose. -� Betsy complied, even smiling for the camera.

   Throughout that day, Betsy found herself struggling with a problem she
had not had for weeks -- a steadily building and nearly uncontrollable
erotic arousal.  Her jammed class schedule left her little time to relieve
herself and some of her locations of choice were no longer available .The
stairway to the clock tower was blocked for repairs, and her favorite
secluded park bench was hard to get to because of the snow.  She resolved
to hold out until she was safely home, but fidgeted through the long day
trying not to touch herself. 

   After her final class, Betsy walked toward home feeling utterly
exhilarated.  It was as if the pent-up sensual energy that nearly made her
masturbate in class has diffused throughout her body, evenly dispersed and
radiating out of her through every pore, strand of hair and bodily orifice.
It was like the time she'd accidentally eaten two marijuana brownies,but
this time it was all natural.  She felt confident and BEAUTIFUL and
overflowing with joy.

    -�And I'm NAKED! -� she exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air and
twirling in a circle to the delight of all who saw her.  Snow was still
coming down in giant wet flakes that melted on her hot skin, and in that
moment she never wanted to wear clothing again.  When she passed a group of
students making a snowman she joined in to help them.  Her hands got red
and cold, but the rest of her was steaming like a horse as she cradled a
basketball-sized snowball against her chest and lifted it to balance on top
of the emerging snowman -(TM)s torso. 

   That's when she saw the Channel 4 TV news truck cruising through campus.
Their competitor, Channel 5, had gotten her for the morning news and
probably showed it again at noon, and now Channel 4 wanted their own Betsy
Boost in ratings.  Most days she would have avoided them, but at this
moment she felt flattered to know she was so popular -- that so many people
enjoyed seeing her naked.  She initiated a snowball fight so she could be
squealing photogenically in play as the van drove up.  As the cameraman
approached she fell to the ground to make snow angel, her golden brown skin
glowing red and wet with melting snow.  It was a glorious excuse to spread
her legs for the camera and she had the urge to masturbate for the viewers
too, but even in her present state she knew that would be inappropriate for
broadcast TV.  The silly TV reporter wanted to ask her about the cold
again. Couldn -(TM)t they think of anything else.  Ignoring the questions,
she jumped up and ran, giggling, towards home, the van following her with
the cameraman leaning out the window.  When she came to huge evergreen tree
whose boughs were laden with heavy snow, she stood under the lowest branch
and gave it a shake, sending globs of wet snow raining down on her.  Then
she was off again across the street and now off campus, the van following
her down the little brick streets of her neighborhood to her beloved blue
house with the white picket fence.  She blew the cameraman a kiss and
bounded up the steps to the porch and burst in the front door.  Kicking off
her tennis shoes and tossing her little backpack on the table, Betsy threw
herself on the bed and spent the next half hour having three epic
orgasms. 

   Exhausted, she fell asleep and woke an hour later transformed back to
her old self.  She now regretted how she -(TM)d behaved, but she knew Kate
would want to see it, so she made sure to have the TV on Channel 4 as she
got dinner started.  However, her phone buzzed with a text message from
Kate saying she -(TM)d be late.  It was almost time for the news so Betsy
set it to record so Kate could watch it later.  As always, they saved the
bit on her for the end of the broadcast and teased it at every station
break.  I should get paid for this, Betsy grumbled as she turned the
burners on low to keep dinner warm. 

   When her segment came on, Betsy sat and watched it, wondering who that
crazy-happy girl was who looked so much like her.  Having drained from her
body every ounce of erotic feeling, Betsy just felt ridiculous, and
embarrassed knowing that people all around the Kingsley area were watching
her cavort naked on TV.  At least they -(TM)d edited the video not to show
her spread-eagled pose while making that stupid snow angel.  How could she
humiliate herself like this day after day?  Had she no shame?  And yet even
when she felt at her lowest, Betsy knew that the words  -�humiliation -�
and  -�shame -� weren -(TM)t quite right.  She was deeply embarrassed, but
not humiliated because that word assumed that those who saw her were
offended or disapproving, but amazingly no one was.  There was no actual 
-�shame -� in it somehow.  People loved her this way.  She wondered what
her life would be like a few months from now when she was not a public
nudist anymore.  Would people still like her?  She hoped they would, but
she didn -(TM)t need to be so popular.  People watched her all the time;
she just wanted to blend in with the crowd.  But that girl on the tape . .
. she was so happy being naked.  Betsy tried to remember the feeling, but
there was only a shadow of it left.  Did she want it back?

   Kate came home late and irritated.  She watched the video while she ate
dinner, laughing a little, but afterwards she opened her laptop again and
they did not make love that night.  In the early weeks of their
relationship not a single day had gone by when they did not make love. 
Kate was not always in the mood to have an orgasm of her own, but she loved
giving them to Betsy, and because Betsy had them so easily she usually had
several.  Now, sometimes two or three nights in a row would go by in which
Kate was preoccupied with work and barely seemed to notice Betsy.

   This lack of evening orgasms left Betsy prone to arousal in the middle
of the day.  She half-hoped to have that experience again, but even when
she was fidgety she remained aware of the absurdity of her situation.  She
was the only person naked.  She was naked all the time.  It was winter. 
This was insane.  No, she didn -(TM)t want that crazy feeling back -- not
if it meant staying naked.  She wanted to wear clothes and she was
determined to be doing so by Solstice.  She was going to be a normal person
again.

   As the days went on, Betsy stoically maintained her resolutions: She
said nothing to Kate about the cold, and she kept her distance from Dean
and Michelle to let them have whatever relationship they were going to
have. She socialized instead with Lu Chen, Taylor and Aaron, all friends
from one of her classes.  Sometimes she went to coffeehouses or bars with
them after their final class of the day.  She was trying to be normal, or
as normal as a naked girl can be.

   On the first day of November, it was raining.  Betsy had, of course,
walked through the rain before, but on this day it was freezing rain.  The
morning radio warned of accidents on the roads and showed pictures of
icicles hanging from street signs.  Betsy hoped Kate would say something
about it finally being cold enough, but she didn't and Betsy ignored it
also as they both got ready for the day.  As she so often was these days,
Kate seemed preoccupied with work and in a rush as she kissed Betsy
goodbye, grabbing the green umbrella from the hook by the door on her way
out to the garage.

   The green umbrella had originally been Betsy's, but Kate had left her
own at work and did not bother to ask if Betsy wanted hers.  Throughout the
late summer and early fall there had been several rainy days during which
Betsy had left her umbrella at home, choosing instead to let her body get
wet.

   That made sense for a warm summer rain, but now it was a freezing
November rain.  Kate was driving and parked in a garage.  She would barely
have need for an umbrella but had left Betsy with no option but to walk
through the rain without one.  Knowing what she would have to endure this
day, Betsy packed up her necessary things in her plastic Ariel backpack and
stuffed up her hair under one of her ball caps.  She put on her tennis
shoes, slung the backpack over one shoulder and stepped outside.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 33

   The rain was coming down hard and Betsy could feel the spray even under
the roof of the porch as she locked the front door.  She took a deep
breath, adjusted her ball cap and stepped off the porch into the freezing
rain.

   It was tough, but Betsy was resolved as she kept her head down and
concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other as freezing rain
pelted her naked body.  She made it to her first class early and had time
to go to the ladies' room to dry off with paper towels, shivering
uncontrollably as she did so.  Fortunately, this was one of the buildings
where the steam heat was always too strong and so she warmed up quickly
during the class.  But then she had to plunge into the freezing rain again
to go to her next class.  It was farther away, which meant more exposure,
and she didn't arrive in time to go to the bathroom so she had to air dry
in class in a building that was not well-heated.  She shivered throughout
the class as cold trickles ran down her body.

   Betsy -(TM)s classmates had already been amazed for weeks at her ability
to withstand the cold, and now they could only shake their heads in wonder.
 -�Are you sure this is healthy, -� Lu Chen asked with concern as they were
leaving the classroom.   -�What if you catch pneumonia? -�

    -�I -(TM)m okay, Lu Chen, -� Betsy insisted, doing her best to laugh it
off.   -�It -(TM)s not even that cold or else it would be snowing instead
of raining. -�

    -�But i -(TM)s FREEZING rain, -� Lu Chen emphasized.   -�You -(TM)re
going to have icicles hanging from your nipples! -�

    -�My nipples and I will be fine, -� Betsy said, waving goodbye and
pushing through the exit and back out into the rain.  She nearly fell
because the sidewalk was covered with a sheet of ice.  Icicles were hanging
from street signs and tree branches.  Betsy began to wonder if Lu Chen was
right and kept glancing down at her reddened, pointy nipples half expecting
them to have icicles hanging from them.

   The rain did not let up all day, but as she headed home she took
strength from the thought that perhaps today would be the day that Kate
suggested it was time for a coat.  Betsy imagined herself putting up a
little argument -- she didn -(TM)t want to seem too quick to agree.  When
she was finally home, Betsy decided she had just enough time for a steamy
hot shower before starting dinner.  She unloaded the contents of her Ariel
backpack to make sure everything was still dry and noticed she had a
message on her phone from Kate.

    -�Don -(TM)t make dinner, babe, -� Kate -(TM)s voice said over a bad
cellphone connection.   -�We -(TM)re going out to celebrate!  Meet us at O
-(TM)_____ -(TM)s on Fourth Street.  We -(TM)re headed there now. -� Betsy
listened to the message four times, but could not make out the name.  It
sounded like  -�O -(TM)David, -� but she could find nothing on her phone by
that name.  She tried calling Kate back but only got her voicemail.

   Fourth Street was Avery -(TM)s main drag and had along it all manner of
restaurants and bars.  Betsy remembered a prominent sign for  -�O Henry
-(TM)s -� near campus, though she -(TM)d never been to it.  That must be
where Kate was, Betsy reasoned.  The message had been sent half an hour
earlier and Kate had said  -�we -(TM)re headed there now, -� so she was
probably already there and couldn -(TM)t hear her phone.  No time for that
hot shower, Betsy lamented and got herself ready to go back out in the
rain. O -(TM)Henry -(TM)s was only a few blocks away and Betsy had been
trudging through the rain all day, so she figured she could do a little
more -- and this would show Kate what Betsy was enduring without a coat. 
What were they celebrating, she wondered.

   Betsy didn -(TM)t want to lug her backpack to the restaurant, and she
really wouldn -(TM)t need the things she normally carried to class -- her
tablet, phone and keys.  It would be easier to leave all of these behind
because she really wouldn -(TM)t need them.  Betsy stepped out the front
door, still wearing only her sodden shoes and ball cap, and closed the door
until it latched.  She was locked out naked and would have to make her way
through the icy rain to find Kate.

   Fourth Street was only three blocks away and she made it there quickly,
but then wasn -(TM)t sure whether to go left or right.  She peered in both
directions until she spotted the  -�O -(TM)Henry -(TM)s -� sign several
blocks away.  The wind had kicked up and icy raindrops stung her bare skin
as Betsy tilted her head down and plunged through the storm, her feet
sliding on the icy sidewalk.  When she finally reached  -�O Henry -(TM)s
-�, it was closed.  The hours posted on the glass door said it served
breakfast and lunch, closing every day by 2:30 p.m.

   Crap, Betsy thought.  Now she wished she -(TM)d carried her backpack so
she -(TM)d have her phone to search for other restaurants with an  -�O -�
name.  She felt sure she had gone in the right direction.  Nearly all of
the bars and restaurants were on this end of the street.  She only needed
to keep going until she found another one starting with  -�O. -�

   Betsy plunged out into the rain and wind again.  Although the street was
jammed with cars, their windshield wipers slapping fast against the rain,
Betsy had the sidewalk nearly to herself.  A few pedestrians fought to keep
their umbrellas from turning inside-out, and if they noticed her at all
they stared in amazement as Betsy pushed her way through the storm with
nothing at all to protect her.

   After a few blocks of this, Betsy was becoming numb -- not just her
body, but her mind.  She felt as if her consciousness was floating
separately beside her struggling body, and she seemed to know
dispassionately that her body could not endure this indefinitely.  She
imagined herself laying down on the sidewalk and going to sleep until the
storm passed.  Now she was at a busy intersection and had to stop and wait
for the light as cars streamed past her, and across the street she saw the
sign --  -�Eau de Vie. -� That was it!   -�O -(TM)David -� was  -�Eau de
Vie -�!

   When the light finally changed, Betsy strode across the street with new
resolve.  As she approached the restaurant, she saw Kate and Alice through
a window, and more importantly they saw her.  With what little energy she
possessed, Betsy pushed her way inside as Kate, Alice and several other
women from P&S rushed to greet her.

    -�Goodness, Betsy, you are positively blue! -� Alice exclaimed, leading
her back to their table.   -�We must get you dried and warmed up!  You
-(TM)ll catch your death in this weather! -�

   Betsy only had eyes for Kate and rejected the cloth napkins offered to
her.   -�I -(TM)m f-f-fine, -� she insisted.   -�I p-p-prefer to let
m-m-myself air-d-d-dry. -�

    -�But you must be freezing, -� declared one of the other women.  Betsy
had met her before, but had forgotten her name.  Erin.  Yes, her name was
Erin. -�

    -�I -(TM)m f-f-fine, Erin, -� Betsy said, still shivering
involuntarily. Kate had a vodka tonic in front of her and Betsy took a
substantial gulp of it.

    -�This is going too far, -� Erin said to Kate.   -�You can -(TM)t
expect her to-- -�

    -�Erin is right, -� another woman said to Kate.   -�This is absurd. 
The poor girl is going to end up with pneumonia. -� Betsy could see Kate
-(TM)s expression hardening as all of her co-workers chastised her for
allowing Betsy to take such risks.  They were interrupted by the waiter,
coming to take their dinner orders.  Betsy ordered soup to warm her up, and
Kate clenched her teeth and ordered a rare steak.  Betsy knew she needed to
say something as soon as possible. 

    -�I don -(TM)t know why you -(TM)re c-complaining to K-Kate, -� she
said as soon as the waiter left their table.   -�It -(TM)s my d-decision to
live n-naked, and p-poor Kate has just been p-putting up with me.  She was
t-talking about getting me a coat weeks ago.  I said I didn -(TM)t want
one, but . . .  I have to admit that today has been . . .  difficult. -�

   Kate quickly recovered her composure as Betsy made her little speech,
and then said,  -�Sweetheart, I really think it -(TM)s time you gave in. 
We discussed this, and you agreed that you wouldn -(TM)t be able to make
through the entire winter completely naked.  Will you let me buy you a coat
tonight, Betsy? -�

   This was perfect -- exactly what Betsy had been hoping for, and in front
of witnesses.  She frowned to keep from smiling, looking down in what she
hoped was an expression of disappointment.   -�I guess you -(TM)re right,
-� she whispered as a real tear (of joy and relief) trickled down her
cheek.

   The other women offered a chorus of support -- praising Betsy for her
amazing achievement while urging her to listen to Kate -(TM)s wise advice
for the sake of her health.  Betsy was too choked up to reply.  She was
only pretending to be sad, yet somehow she actually felt disappointment in
having given up.

   Trying to shake it off, managed to ask,  -�so what are we celebrating?
-�

    -�Your Kate is quite the rising star at P&S, -� Alice said.   -�We
could tell right away that the position we hired her into was an
insufficient challenge, and so today it was announced that she has been
elevated a higher position -- and with that a substantial raise in salary I
might add. -�

    -�Which is why I -(TM)m picking up the tab tonight, -� Kate crowed,
lifting her nearly empty glass.

    -�That -(TM)s wonderful! -� Betsy exclaimed. 

   Kate launched into a long and somewhat tedious description of her new
role.  Betsy was not entirely following it, but began to relax.  Her skin
was drying, except under her bottom and various trickles that still worked
their way down her body as the remaining ice in her hair melted.  By the
time the food came, Betsy felt comfortable again and the hot soup she had
ordered made her toasty warm inside -- too warm.  She leaned back in her
chair and ran her fingers through her wet hair, undoing her tangled braid
and shaking more water down on her skin.  This took some time, during which
her breasts were on their best display for all eyes in the restaurant. 

   Betsy was starting to feel very good about her situation.  Finally she
was making progress towards being able to wear clothing again, and the
knowledge of that allowed her to enjoy the sensuousness of being naked in
front of Kate's friends.  She imagined a future in which she was no longer
a registered nudist, but would go naked at home in front of Kate -(TM)s
friends from work.  She would be glad to do that much, and in fact she
realized she didn -(TM)t want to entirely go back to her old life.  She
could be like Michelle, wearing clothing in public and then slipping it off
like a coat when socializing with Kate -(TM)s work friends at their homes.
That was something she could never have imagined herself enjoying a few
months ago, but it was nothing compared to what she had been doing.

   What about among her own friends from school?  Perhaps she would with
them too, Betsy pondered.  After all, everyone had seen her naked for all
of this time.  Betsy -(TM)s reverie was interrupted when she heard Erin,
speaking to Kate, say  -�when you go to New Westbrook. -� 



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 34

    -�New Westbrook? -� Betsy asked, her hands still in her wet hair, but
no longer moving.

    -�Just a quick business trip, -� Kate said.   -�I need to fly out to
the West Coast for a few weeks to get things reorganized out there. -�

    -�Weeks?? -�

    -�Yes, babe, -� Kate said, patting Betsy on the hand.   -�I won -(TM)t
be gone long.  I -(TM)d take you with me, but you have your classes and,
well, you wouldn -(TM)t be able to go naked out there, so I would never ask
you to make that sacrifice. -�

   The conversation went on, mostly about work, and Betsy remained quiet.
Kate -(TM)s promotion was good news, but the idea of her going to New
Westbrook for  -~weeks -(TM) was unsettling.  When the waiter brought the
check, Kate snatched it and paid for everyone.   -�Now, -� Kate said, 
-�the next order of business is buying you a coat! -�

   Betsy -(TM)s mind was churning with worry.  New Westbrook was where Kate
wanted to be -- she -(TM)d said so in the heat of anger.   -�I could have
been in New Westbrook by now, -� she remembered Kate telling her bitterly
during one of their arguments,  -�but I came to second-rate Kingsley for
YOU. -� And now Kate was going to New Westbrook for weeks, and leaving
Betsy behind.  And was it a coincidence that only NOW was Kate suddenly
willing to let her have a coat?  Maybe Kate didn -(TM)t care anymore what
Betsy wore because Kate was leaving her behind and starting a new life
without her in New Westbrook!

   These dark thoughts consumed her as they left the restaurant.  She
barely noticed that the rain had stopped as they walked to Kate -(TM)s car.
She tried to listen as Kate recounted the story of how she was told about
her promotion.  Betsy heard herself say,  -�it -(TM)s wonderful, -� and 
-�you deserved it, -� but she was not thinking those things, and watched
numbly as Kate drove them to the mall and parked in front of McAlister's
department store.  Somehow they were inside the store and Kate was leading
her through the women -(TM)s coat department.  A saleswoman approached and
spoke to Betsy by name.

    -�Miss Andrews! -� she exclaimed.   -�We were hoping the Avery Nudist
would turn to McAlister -(TM)s when it was time to buy a coat.  How
exciting! -�

   Betsy was in a daze as the saleswoman -- whose nametag said  -�Mirriam
-� -- began showing them rack after rack of coats more fabulous than Betsy
had dared dream for . . .  until this moment.  Now that it was finally
happening, something was wrong.  It was a trap!  She was being tricked! 
When Mirriam pulled a long fur coat off its hanger and held it out for
Betsy to slip on, Betsy recoiled.

    -�No! -� she cried.   -�It -(TM)s too much! -�

    -�Price is no object, -� Kate declared.   -�Whatever you want is yours.
-�

    -�I mean it -(TM)s too much . . .  clothing, -� Betsy panted.   -�I can
-(TM)t . . .  I can -(TM)t put that on. -� A few hours ago, she would have
been thrilled with this coat, but now it seemed sinister.

    -�Maybe something lighter at first, -� Kate suggested.   -�How about
starting with this little jacket? -� She held out a waist-length suede
jacket that would not even cover her butt, but Betsy refused to try it on
-- convinced that somehow doing so would trigger the end of their
relationship.

    -�No, no, -� she insisted, backing away.   -�I don -(TM)t want any of
them. -�

   Mirriam looked alarmed and faded into the background as Kate took Betsy
aside and held her in her arms.   -�Betsy, sweetheart, -� Kate said.   -�We
need to get you something to keep you warm. -�

   Betsy pulled herself away and ran a few steps to a display of winter
scarves and hats.   -�I just want these, -� she insisted,  -�but not a
coat. I can -(TM)t wear a coat. -�

   Kate sighed.   -�I don -(TM)t want to upset you, Betsy, and I can see
you -(TM)re not ready for this.  Okay, let -(TM)s buy some of these for
starters. -� The display included rainbow-striped scarves, hats, mittens
and leg warmers. 

    -�We have some lovely boots, -� Mirriam timidly interjected, indicating
a neighboring display.  Betsy consented to try on knee-high boots, and soon
the purchase was made, though Betsy refused to put on the entire ensemble
and only wore the boots as they exited the store.

   That night in bed after they made love, they talked more about the trip
and Betsy felt a little more secure, and too embarrassed to admit to Kate
what she had feared.   -�You -(TM)ll be back by the start of Solstice
Season, won -(TM)t you? -� she managed to ask.

    -�Of course, -� Kate said,  -�and I -(TM)m looking forward to finally
meeting your family.  You can wear your new outfit.  Now, we -(TM)d better
get some sleep.  I can -(TM)t very well show up late the day after my big
promotion, can I? -�

   Kate was soon asleep while Betsy stared at the ceiling trying to
remember her plan to be wearing clothes by the time they visited her
family. She knew she had overreacted and should have accepted the coat. 
Kate was just going on a business trip and then she would be home.  One was
not an omen of the outcome of the other.  She could still continue her plan
and go coat-shopping on her own, maybe before Kate left on her trip.  That
was the first step, and she could easily take it on her own now because
Kate had tried to buy her a coat already.  She didn -(TM)t know why she
-(TM)d gotten all tangled up inside.  It was stupid, and silly.  She would
just go get a coat before Kate left, and then before Solstice she would
tell Kate she wanted to wear clothing again.  That part might be harder
with Kate out of town, though.  Or maybe not . . .  maybe each day when
they talked on the phone Betsy could mention how cold it was.  Maybe she
could pretend she was coming down with the flu.  She could even claim to be
running a temperature and Kate wouldn -(TM)t be able to tell from a
distance.  That would be another lie, of course . . .

   Betsy slept fitfully and woke with the same thoughts in her head.  It
was a grey and cold morning and Betsy considered wearing her new  -�outfit
-� to school, but could not bring herself to put any of it on.  Instead,
she wore her usual tennis shoes and ball cap.  She was eager to talk to
Michelle about what had happened and get her advice, but Michelle was not
in class.  Instead, Betsy received a text from Michelle asking her to come
to the Art Building as soon as possible.  She left class early (wishing she
had the ability to do so inconspicuously), and ran to the Art Building
where she found Michelle and Dean hurriedly packing suitcases into the back
of a taxi.

    -�Oh Betsy! -� Michelle exclaimed.   -�I -(TM)m so glad you got here in
time.  The most wonderful thing has happened.  I -(TM)m going to Italy
after all!  One of the top winners of that contest had to drop out and I
was the first alternate so I get to go!  And Dean is going with me! -�

    -�But . . .  what about . . .  your final exams? -� Betsy stammered,
though in her mind she was saying  -�what about me? -�

    -�That -(TM)s all taken care of.  I get to take my exams remotely, and
Dean doesn -(TM)t have any because he -(TM)s just working on his thesis and
can do that anywhere. -�

   Dean shrugged as if in apology.   -�Free trip to Italy, -� he said.

    -�And I -(TM)ll earn my Winter Session credits over there, -� Michelle
went on.   -�So-- -�

    -�You -(TM)ll be gone all Winter Session? -�

    -�I -(TM)m sorry, Betsy, -� Michelle said, tears in her eyes.   -�That
-(TM)s the only bad thing about this.  I -(TM)m going to miss you.  I wish
you could come with us. -�

   It all happened so fast.  After a flurry of tearful friendship kisses
from Michelle and an awkward hug with Dean, the taxi was pulling away,
leaving Betsy alone in the Art Building plaza as the carillon bells
signalled the time for transition.

   Two days later, Betsy was driving Kate to the airport.  Though she had
intended to buy a coat before Kate left, Betsy had not been able to bring
herself to do so.  She wanted one more than anything, but could not shake
the feeling that this was some kind cosmic test, and that any retreat from
nudity would somehow cost her Kate.  It made no logical sense, she knew,
and yet she could not make herself go into a store and try on coats.  When
she walked past shop windows showing coats in the window she quickened her
pace as if passing a cemetery on spooky night. 

   And so the days had gone by, and now she was naked except for shoes as
she pulled up at a parking meter in the short-term parking lanes next to
the airport terminal.  Kate had been absorbed in her phone for most of the
drive, exchanging emails with Alice about the trip.  Kate was wearing a
business suit and a long coat because the temperature was well below
freezing.  Betsy shivered in the wind as Kate pulled her big suitcase from
the back seat of the car and began pulling it on its wheels.  With her free
hand she put her arm around Betsy -(TM)s bare waist as they whooshed
through the automated doors into the airport.

   Betsy was too numb to notice the stares of travelers unaccustomed to
seeing the Avery Nudist in the flesh.  When they reached the security
station, Kate kissed her and promised they would talk every evening and
that the time would go by quickly.  Betsy watched, powerless, as Kate went
through security and then disappeared around the corner with a quick wave
and a glance over her shoulder.

   As she made her way back through the crowded terminal Betsy briefly
found herself surrounded by a gaggle of squealing teenage girls wanting her
autograph.  Momentarily buoyed by their praise, Betsy manage to smile for a
couple of group photos and then the girls scurried on to catch their own
flight.  When she reached the exit leading to the short-term parking area,
Betsy pushed out the revolving door into the cold.  People around her wore
winter coats, their breath visible in white puffs.  Betsy was oblivious to
the cold as she walked naked and alone into the night.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 35

   Betsy came home from the airport to an empty house and cried herself to
sleep.  When she woke in the morning, she cried some more.  Walking to
class, she had to pass Dean -(TM)s apartment, but he was gone -- off on a
romantic adventure in Italy with Michelle.  In Betsy -(TM)s imagination,
Dean popped out of his door and caught up with her, explaining that he
-(TM)d come home early . . .  because he missed her.  But that only
happened in her imagination.  Later that day when she had a break in
classes, Betsy -(TM)s feet took her to the Art Building and to Michelle
-(TM)s little bit of studio space.  She curled up in Michelle -(TM)s
hammock and wept silently so the other art students in their own cubicles
would not hear.

   That first day, Betsy sent three emails and 10 texts to Kate, but Kate
-(TM)s replies were few and brief.  She was really busy, of course, Betsy
told herself.  Don -(TM)t pester her.  That night they talked on the phone
-- or rather Kate talked and Betsy cried.  The second day, Betsy felt a
little better, but had conflicting feelings about an email she received
from Michelle.  It was filled with happy stories about all the fun she and
Dean were having in Rome.  Betsy was glad for them, but felt desolate and
left out.  She replied with false cheer and did not mention that Kate was
gone now too. 

   That evening, Betsy watched bad TV for three hours and ate popcorn for
dinner, counting the minutes until Kate would call.  She tried to be more
cheerful on the phone, prepared with a semi-sexy story about having to give
a presentation in one of her classes and how the boys who normally sat in
the back row crowded together in the first row of seats.

    -�You know, -� Kate said,  -�normally I -(TM)d be touching you while
you told this story and you -(TM)d come before your story was finished.  I
miss that. -�

    -�I miss it too, -� Betsy said.

    -�Well maybe we need to make . .  some adjustments. -�

    -�Like, um, what? -�

    -�Like YOU play with yourself while you tell me about your day, and I
get to hear you come. -�

    -�Phone sex? -�

    -�Or you could videotape yourself doing it and send that to me. -�

   Betsy laughed.   -�I -(TM)m not doing THAT. -�

    -�Then do the other thing, and no one will ever know you did it except
little old me. -�

    -�But I already told you my story, and I don -(TM)t have another one.
-�

    -�You could tell it again.  I -(TM)ll bet it would sound like a whole
different story that way. -�

   Betsy was pretty far from being in the mood to have an orgasm by any
means, and especially not this way.   -�Can we save that for another night?
-�

    -�Let -(TM)s try it tomorrow night. -�

   The next day Betsy was eager to find some little experience she could
use that night to make Kate happy.  It shouldn -(TM)t be hard for a naked
girl to find a sexy experience to talk about, but after all this time most
of her day-to-day experiences were variations of things that had happened
before.  There was always some guy leering at her or giving her a stupid
pick-up line.  It helped when she felt more sexy herself, so she started
giving herself strategic little touches throughout the day.  She couldn
-(TM)t be too obvious about it because someone was always staring at her,
but a naked girl can graze her nipple whenever she wants, and fold her
hands in her lap with her hidden pinkie in just the right spot.  Betsy was
already well practiced at these maneuvers, and by noon had managed to get
herself quite worked up. 

   In the afternoon, she intentionally cut through the Student Center
recreation room where lots of guys were playing pool, ping-pong and video
games.  Everyone noticed the Avery nudist and everyone pleaded with her to
join them.  She pretended to be oh-so dreadfully busy, but perhaps to be
polite she could play just one game.  She chose ping-pong because it would
be more bouncy.  The guys adored her and took lots of pictures which she
knew would go online immediately.  After one game, she said she really
truly had to leave but then let herself get talked into a quick game of
foosball.  This involved more bouncing, especially because Betsy jumped up
and down with excitement every time her team scored a point.  She was
play-acting, at least at first, but ended up having a very good time and
hugged all of the boys as she said goodbye.

   That evening Kate was calling early because she was going out on a
business dinner, so Betsy hurried home and was propped up in bed when her
phone rang at 7 p.m.   -�Tell me about your day, -� Kate said, and Betsy
did.  It was a very sexy story with lots of exquisite little details. 
Betsy got herself to the very precipice of an orgasm, but could not quite
get comfortable doing this on the telephone, so . . .  she faked it.  Some
of her moans were real, but the big ones at the end were embellished.  
-�That was nice, -� Kate said afterwards,  -�but it didn -(TM)t sound as
good as the ones I give you. -�

    -�I like it better when you do it, -� Betsy said. 

    -�We -(TM)ll have lots of catching up to do when I get home, but right
now I -(TM)ve got to run.  Love you. -�

    -�I love you too, -� Betsy said, her voice catching in her throat.  She
started to add  -�very much, -� but the line was already dead.

   It was only 7:30 and Betsy did not want to spend another evening
watching TV.  She had to busy herself with something, and masturbation didn
-(TM)t count.  Through the bedroom door, Betsy -(TM)s gaze fell on the far
wall of the living room -- where the six paint swatches had been taped to
the wall for weeks.  She and Kate had talked and talked about painting the
living room, but couldn -(TM)t agree on a color -- though all of the
swatches were some slight variation of light blue.

   A rebellious thought came to Betsy.  She could decide this herself
without Kate's approval.  It would be all done by the time Kate came home
and if she didn't like it, well . . .  maybe she should have stayed home.
That's not what Betsy would say of course.  She -(TM)d apologize like she
always did, even when she knew she wasn -(TM)t wrong, and then it would all
be forgotten.  She took her paint swatch -- it was called  -�Rapture Blue
-� -- back to the hardware store, where all the men working in the paint
department offered to help her at once.  She bought two gallons, along with
brushes and drop cloths, plus she rented a fancy roller that pumped paint
directly from the can to the roller.  The salesmen showed her how to use it
and talked her into practicing holding it over her head to reach the
ceiling.  Betsy knew what they were doing, but after her unfinished
masturbation session she was in the mood to give them a little show.

   Back home again, Betsy put on her favorite music (that Kate disdained)
threw drop cloths over all the furniture and got to work.  The job went
pretty quickly because of the roller-pump contraption, but she couldn
-(TM)t get the hose connected tight enough and it leaked all over her
hands. When she decided she really needed a glass of wine, Betsy wiped her
hand on her hip and butt cheek so she wouldn -(TM)t get paint on the
refrigerator door.  In addition to dealing with the leaking hose, Betsy had
trouble regulating how much paint was sent to the roller and so she
splattered herself quite a bit more than what would have happened with a
normal roller.  This was especially a problem when she did the ceiling, and
it probably didn -(TM)t help that by that point she had consumed half a
bottle of chardonnay and was dancing as she worked.  Once, when she leaned
over to adjust the pump, she lost her balance and put her butt against the
wet paint on the wall.  This made her laugh until she had to pee, and when
she went to pee she left Rapture Blue paint on the toilet seat and had to
clean it up before it could dry, which made her laugh more.

   By 1 a.m., Betsy had finished the job and used up nearly all of her
paint.  After she cleaned up her brushes and the roller she felt exhausted
and flopped down on the dropcloth-covered couch just to rest a little
moment.  That -(TM)s where she woke the next morning -- ten minutes before
her first class.  She didn -(TM)t have time to shower or even brush her
teeth, but just grabbed her Ariel backpack and ran barefoot out the door. 

   She got to class just in time, realizing only as she grabbed the door
handle that her hand was blue, as was much of her arm.  She looked down at
herself as she entered into the classroom.  Her chest, shoulders and
stomach were speckled with countless Rapture Blue dots while smears of
Rapture Blue decorated her thighs and hips where she -(TM)d wiped her
fingers in between sips of wine.  Quite a bit of Rapture Blue had managed
to get itself between her thighs and along the sides of her pussy.  Betsy
-(TM)s classmates and professor had a great laugh at her appearance and she
laughed with them as she explained what had happened, concluding her story
with a plea for some chewing gum since she hadn -(TM)t brushed her teeth.
Everyone who had gum eagerly contributed to the cause and Betsy stuffed the
extras into her backpack to use later. 

   It was her busiest day of the week -- she did not even have a lunch
break -- and so Betsy had no choice but to go from class to class looking
as she did, managing to pop into the ladies -(TM) room long enough to see
that her face and hair were even more speckled than her chest.  By the
middle of the afternoon, she was feeling impossibly grungy from not having
showered and had gone through a dozen pieces of gum but still wished she
could brush her teeth.  Though she only had 10 minutes between classes, she
decided to cut through one of the dorms to grab a lightning-quick shower.
The hallway was empty as was the restroom, but as she got into one of the
shower stalls, Betsy noticed the row of urinals on the opposite wall. 
Uh-oh, she thought, but she would be quick.  There was a liquid soap
dispenser in the stall and Betsy hurriedly washed herself.  Had she more
time and a washcloth she might have gotten the paint off, but she was
grateful just to feel clean again. 

   After a quick rinse, Betsy hurried out of the stall, thinking only about
getting to her next class, and nearly collided with two naked boys. 



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 36

    -�Oops, sorry, -� Betsy said as she squeezed the water out of her hair.
This little task put her elbows up and her breasts out, but Betsy thought
little of her own nudity and was just trying not to look at theirs.   -�I
was just passing through and wanted to grab a quick shower before my next
class.  I didn't realize this was a boys -(TM) dorm.  Sorry. -� Betsy said
all of this with her eyes averted as she edged her way to the door.

    -�Omigod, you're the nudist chick! -� one of the boys exclaimed. 

    -�Um, yeah that's me.  Well-- -�

    -�We've seen you on campus, but never . . .  so close, -� the other boy
said.   -�Is that blue stuff body paint? -�

    -�No, just regular paint, -� Betsy said.   -�Like from painting walls.
I thought more of it would come off in the shower, but-- -�

   Though she had been steadfastly not looking down, some small movement
had caught her peripheral vision and Betsy involuntary glanced down to see
that both boys now had full erections.  Their eyes followed hers and they
seemed to become aware only in that instant of their own nudity and the
alert state of their penises.  Both gasped and covered themselves as Betsy
fled from the room.

   She ran outside into the sunny but crisp November afternoon, still wet
from her shower.  Now late, she ran the rest of the way to her class, where
she was unable to stay focused on the lecture.  Betsy had extremely minimal
past experiences with penises, especially erect ones.  She often saw their
bulging presences beneath the pants of nearly every male she met -- most
memorably Dean -(TM)s -- but seeing one in the flesh, so to speak, was
rather new to her.  As Betsy made her way to her final class she was
feeling quite aroused, though not in that uncontrollable,
need-to-masturbate-right-now kind of way.  It was juuuuust right.  She
could feel the sun on her skin though the air was cool; she was freshly
showered (though still covered in paint dots); she had just seen two very
erect penises, and now she was headed to her favorite class. 

   It was her favorite not because of the official topic, but because she
liked the prof and the other students, who included her friends Lu Chen,
Taylor and Aaron.  Though they could not fill the void in her heart left by
Michelle and Dean, they were fun to be with.  Taylor had blue hair on one
side of her head and shaved the other side, Aaron was a tubby and overly
hairy computer major who reminded her of a big teddy bear, and Lu Chen had
surprisingly large breasts for an otherwise petite Asian girl.  Betsy liked
how these friends dealt with her nudity -- mostly ignoring it, but giving
her just enough teasing to make her feel sexy and special.  She wouldn't
have admitted it, but Betsy didn't actually like it when people never-ever
acknowledged that she was naked.  They meant well, she knew, probably
thinking she wanted to be treated exactly as if she were clothed, but she
was secretly disappointed when that happened.

   It was a small discussion-style class of about a dozen people seated in
a circle on wooden stools.  Although it was possible to sit on such a stool
in a ladylike manner with legs crossed, this was not easy to maintain for
an hour, and Betsy had become so comfortable with this group that she no
longer attempted to do so.  And because the class was so late in the day,
by the time she got to it Betsy was usually feeling more than a little
aroused.

   When she walked into the room, everyone noticed her painted-splattered
skin and the teasing began.

    -�Nice outfit, -� Taylor said. 

    -�It must take forever to do your makeup in the mornings, -� Lu Chen
added.

    -�You're going to start a fashion trend, -� someone else put in.

   Betsy had told the story a half-dozen times already but launched into it
again, now enjoying every detail.  She even demonstrated how she had tried
to use the leaky paint roller and how she -(TM)d accidentally put her butt
against the wet wall.  Everyone howled with laughter and Betsy felt
comfortable and appreciated.  As class was ending, Aaron called out, 
-�party at my place, -� which he often did.  Although Betsy had sometimes
gone with them after class to a nearby coffeehouse, she could never stay
long because she always had to get home to make dinner for Kate.  For that
reason, she had also never gone to one of their parties though they always
invited her.

    -�Hey Betsy, -� Taylor called.   -�You just told us your sweetie is out
of town, so ya gonna come this time or go home and splatter more paint on
yourself? -�

    -�I'm all done painting, -� Betsy said,  -�so . . .  yeah . . .  I
guess I could come.  But I think I'll run home first so I can finally brush
my teeth. -�

    -�No need to do that, -� Aaron said.   -�My roomies and I keep a supply
of new toothbrushes on hand just in case one of us has a lady spending the
night. -�

    -�And I'll bet you -(TM)ve never needed them, -� Taylor said, prompting
a chorus of laughter. 

    -�Sadly, not I personally, -� Aaron admitted,  -�but one of my
roommates has had a conquest or two. -� 

    -�Women aren't conquests, Aaron, -� Lu Chen admonished. 

    -�I meant my roommate has been fortunate in meeting one or two strong
women who chose to express their femininity by having sex with him. -�

    -�That's better. -�

   Betsy contentedly walked along with five of her classmates to an
apartment over a garage that Aaron shared with his two roommates, Zach and
Evan.  They were both home and were expecting the group, but they weren
-(TM)t expecting Betsy.  Naturally they knew Aaron was in a class with the
sexy Avery nudist and they'd been hoping for weeks that she'd come over
with Aaron -(TM)s other classmates, but she never had -- until now. 
Stunned by their newfound good fortune, both were reduced to that
stupid-grin, deer-in-headlights look Betsy had seen on hundreds of other
guys -(TM) faces.  Sometimes it made her want to hide, sometimes it just
annoyed her and sometimes it made her feel good -- as was the case just
now.

    -�You're probably wondering why I have these blue dots all over me, -�
she said, knowing she was giving them permission to scrutinize her body.  
-�You see, I was painting my living room last night and . . . -� Betsy told
Zach and Evan the story she'd been telling all day, but for them she
pointed to different parts of her body saying things like,  -�and here's
where I must have scratched an itch or something. -�

   As this was going on, Aaron was putting frozen pizzas in the oven and
handing out beers.  The others settled in on two mismatched couches and
dragged in additional chairs from the kitchen.  Betsy sat on one of these
as Aaron fired up a bong and passed it around.  Having consumed half a
bottle of wine the night before, Betsy declined the beer but had two hits
from the bong by the time the pizza was ready.  It was the best frozen
pizza she had ever eaten.  When she was done, she whispered to Aaron, 
-�so, about that toothbrush . . . -� He laughed and led her to the bathroom
where he showed her a drawer containing a dozen unopened toothbrush boxes.
Betsy selected one and was soon making near-orgasmic moans of satisfaction
while brushing her teeth.  As she did so, she looked at herself in the
mirror and was happy with the girl looking back at her.  She giggled,
knowing she had gone to all of her classes with paint speckled all over her
naked body, and then a tingle vibrated through her at the reminder of her
constant state of undress.   -�We -(TM)re naked, -� her reflection seemed
to reveal to her, as if she had been unaware of it.   -�We go naked all the
time, in front of everyone! -� Rinsing her mouth, she smiled back at her
reflection and put her toothbrush back into its little box.   -�Can we put
my name on this, -� she asked sweetly,  -�in case I ever need it again? -�

   The prospect that the Avery nudist might have an ongoing need to brush
her teeth in their bathroom animated Zach and Evan, who nearly spilled
their beers and sent their pizza plates flying as both leaped up to assist
her.  They crowded into the tiny bathroom with her, wrestling for control
of a Sharpie marker.  Zach won that contest and carefully wrote 
-�B-E-T-S-Y -� on the box.   -�Could I also use your shower? -� Betsy asked
as she picked at one of the paint blobs on her left breast.   -�Maybe I can
get more of this off. -�

    -�Absolutely! -� Zach gushed, sliding open the shower curtain.  Betsy
immediately had second thoughts when she saw how dirty the shower stall
was. Fortunately, Evan had an alternative suggestion.

    -�I -(TM)m in the theatre program, -� he said, pulling a jar of cold
cream off a shelf.   -�We use this to take off latex stage makeup so it
should work on latex house paint too.  You just rub it on your skin for a
bit until you see the paint loosen up and then wipe it off with a tissue.
-� 

   Betsy accepted the jar and squeezed her way out of bathroom, resuming
her seat just as the bong was passed to her again.  She took one more hit,
promising herself she was done.  Kate would be calling in a couple of hours
and she wanted to be clear-headed by then.  Curious how well the cold cream
would work, Betsy opened the jar, scooped out a little with her finger and
rubbed it on her forearm, working it slowly into her skin until she began
to see the blue paint dissolve.  She grabbed a tissue and wiped her arm,
delighted to see how cleanly the paint had come off.

   The bong came around again and Betsy accepted it without thinking and
then went back to work on her arm.  Music, laughter and conversation
swirled around her like wisps of smoke as Betsy became utterly concentrated
on her task.  Discarded blue-stained tissues collected in a pile next to
her chair as Betsy cleaned her arm and then her shoulder and then began
work on her chest.  She found the process intently fascinating and was
aware of little else around her as she painstakingly removed every blue dot
from her left breast.  All the paint came off easily except from her
nipple, which had become so hard and puckered she was unable to get all the
paint out, and the more she determinedly worked at it the more puckered her
nipple became.

   Somewhere in the back of her brain, Betsy was aware that all
conversation had ceased, and even the music had stopped.  In the silence
she heard Lu Chen -(TM)s voice saying,  -�Earth to Betsy, -� followed by
shushing sounds from the guys.

   Betsy looked up, her fingers still busy at her nipple.   -�What? -�
Everyone laughed and Betsy realized she had been putting on a show.  She
felt her face get hot with a blush, but it was the kind of blush that felt
fun and sexy and she reveled in it.   -�I'm so sorry, was I disturbing
anyone?  I could do this later. -�



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 37

   The men in the room hurriedly encouraged her to carry on, and Betsy did,
moving on to her right breast.  Now, however, she was no longer oblivious
to her audience.  She made sure to clean her breast very thoroughly, though
again her nipple required extra attention.   -�Could we have more music, -�
she asked, now rubbing cold cream on her belly.  The party went on, and
Betsy casually participated in the conversation, even as she spread her
knees to clean all around her pussy. 

    -�How'd you get so much paint down there? -� Taylor asked teasingly. 

    -�Gosh, I just cant imagine, -� Betsy said, rubbing cold cream along
her inner thighs and delicately along both sides of her labia.   -�For some
strange reason I must have touched myself here a lot. -� She looked up at
all the eyes focused between her legs  -" she wanted to see their faces as
they watched her  -" and when she looked down at herself again her open
pussy was glistening wet.  Grabbing several tissues, she wiped her thighs,
folded the tissues to the clean side and wiped again, this time up along
her pussy itself to dry it off.  Pretending to have found a remaining bit
of paint, she made a show of scrubbing it with the wad of tissues while
with one finger she pressed through the tissues on her clit. 

   Betsy knew she could not maintain this ruse more than a few seconds
without losing control and openly masturbating, so she forced herself to
stop.  Acting as if she'd done nothing more unusual than tie her shoes,
Betsy casually stood and inspected her work.  Most of the paint on her
front was gone, but she had not yet done her face.  She stepped among the
crowd of bodies to a full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door
and began cleaning her face and neck.  In the mirror, she could see
everyone still watching her, their eyes now on her butt. 

   Betsy -(TM)s eyes were drawn to her own reflection.  Only the girl in
the mirror knew her secret feelings and they grinned at each other
conspiratorially -- both of them knowing there was more work to be done. 
As she more-or-less finished her face and neck, Betsy turned and looked
over her shoulder to inspect her still-blue bottom in the mirror.  She
began applying cold cream to it.

    -�Looks like you could use some help, -� Evan noted. 

    -�Not from you, -� Betsy replied, wagging a finger at him. 

    -�I could do it! -� Lu Chen blurted, and then quickly added,  -�um, if
you need me to. -�

   Betsy held out the nearly empty jar.  Amid hoots and cheers from
everyone else, a blushing Lu Chen scooted her chair close and took the cold
cream.  Betsy leaned against the door and stuck out her butt.   -�You
really have to rub it in, -� she said. 

   In the absence of Michelle, Lu Chen was Betsy -(TM)s closest friend,
though they did not have the same physical closeness because Lu Chen was
straight and engaged to a boy who attended a different college.  Betsy was
secretly attracted to the elegant Asian girl and her heart raced as Lu Chen
began rubbing cold cream on her butt. 

    -�I've been meaning to ask, -� Evan said.   -�How did your entire ass
get covered in paint? -�

    -�Oh, I guess I didn't tell you guys that part, -� Betsy said, and with
relish she re-told how she smooshed her butt against the wet wall.

    -�You need to bend over some more, -� Lu Chen instructed.  Betsy gladly
did so, putting her hands on her knees and jutting out her bottom.  
-�Jesus, -� Lu Chen said, you've got some way in there. -� 

    -�Is this getting too personal for you, Lu-Lu? -� Betsy asked. 

    -�I can take over if you need a break, -� Zach offered.

    -�No you can't, -� Betsy said.   -�That's girls-only territory. -� 

    -�Need my help? -� Taylor asked.

    -�Well, I could use an assist with that blue spot right there, -� Lu
Chen said, spreading Betsy's cheeks as Taylor knelt beside her. 

    -�I'm on it, boss, -� Taylor said, sticking two fingers in the jar and
rubbing them on Betsy's perineum.   -�I'm pretty sure you didn't get paint
all the way in here leaning against a wall, Betsy.  Care to revise your
story? -�

    -�It probably . . .  just , . .  dripped there, -� Betsy whispered,
swooning at the touch.

    -�Sure it did, Taylor muttered as she swirled the cream with her finger
and dabbed at it with a tissue.   -�Okay, we're done here, -� she said, 
-�but I think I just turned into a lesbian. -� 

    -�Me too! -� Lu Chen said.   -�I'm gonna have to break up with my
boyfriend. -� 

   Betsy reluctantly resumed her seat and the party went on awhile longer.
The sun was going down and she needed to get home.  Saying her goodbyes,
she hugged everyone in the room.  Outside, the temperature had dropped so
Betsy jogged to keep warm, waving along the way to people who called out
her name.

   Evan had let her keep the remains of the cold cream, and when she got
home she worked it into her hair to loosen the globs of blue paint.  She
let it set a few minutes while she tidied up the living room, then she
washed her hair in the kitchen sink and wrapped a towel around her head. 
It was almost time for Kate to call so Betsy poured herself a glass of wine
and propped herself up in bed.  The phone rang promptly at 9:00. 

    -�Hi, Kate! -� she sang out. 

    -�Hi, babe.  How are you? -�

    -�I'm great, Kate.  Today, I-- -�

    -�Glad to hear, -� Kate interrupted.   -�I'm up to my ears rescuing
people from their own incompetence.  It's no wonder they haven't been
hitting their goals.  You won't believe what I found in the financials
today. -� With that, Kate launched into a five-minute speech about
workplace minutiae that Betsy no longer tried to follow.  When Kate reached
the end of her rant, Betsy said what she always said.   -�Well, I guess
that's why they need you. -�

   Betsy's wine glass was nearly empty when Kate finally said,  -�tell me
about your day. -�

    -�Well . . .   -� Betsy said.  It's kind of a sexy story.  I don't know
if I can tell it to you without . . .  you know. -�

    -�Ooooh, then by all means tell it to me that way. -�

    -�Okay, well it started last night after we talked last.  I decided to
finally paint the living room, so-- -�

    -�I thought we were still deciding on a color. -�

    -�I picked one, and-- -�

    -�Which one? -�

    -�Kate, you don't care what color it is.  You just like to decide
everything, but you weren't here so I decided. -� The words came out
unplanned, and Betsy bit her tongue and winced, waiting for Kate to yell at
her.

   There was a silence and then Kate said,  -�okay, so tell me all about
painting the living room. -�

   Betsy exhaled and told her story as she slowly began to caress herself.
By the halfway point she was rubbing her clit vigorously, and the orgasm
came as she was describing how she had to spread her legs in front of
everyone to remove the paint from her inner thighs.  She didn't mention the
attention her butt received from Lu Chen and Taylor. 

    -�That's my girl, -� Kate laughed afterwards.

   When Betsy woke the next morning she lay in bed looking at the ceiling
remembering all that had happened, especially Lu Chen and Taylor spreading
her butt cheeks to clean the paint off, and the guys leaning forward in
their chairs to watch.  What must she have looked like?  Betsy popped out
of bed and ran to the full length mirror.  Bending over and looking over
her shoulder, Betsy used both hands to spread her cheeks.  Jesus, she'd
even put her anus on display, which was somehow more embarrassing than
showing her pussy. 

   Betsy had never thought of her anus -- or anyone else -(TM)s -- in a
sexual way, certainly not in terms of inserting anything into it.  But
seeing one was such an intimate thing, or should be.  She vividly
remembered seeing Michelle -(TM)s up close when they fell out of the
hammock together and began tickling and wrestling with each other and
somehow ended up in the 69 position rolling down the carpeted ramp in the
Art Building.  It seemed to happen by accident but Betsy knew Michelle
contrived it.  Still, no one forced Betsy to put her face in Michelle's
pussy.  It only lasted a couple of seconds, but during that moment Michelle
-(TM)s anus was right there in front of Betsy -(TM) eyes. 

   As she took her shower, Betsy wondered if Kate would want to try having
sex in that position.  Probably not.  Aside from the height difference,
Kate was very particular about sex.  She would make love to Betsy in
different ways but circumstances had to be exactly right for her to have an
orgasm of her own.

   As she left the house wearing her usual tennis shoes and ball cap, Betsy
felt optimistic that she wouldn't be going to school naked very much
longer. The conversation with Kate about the paint color seemed like a
watershed moment in their relationship.  It was such a small thing, but
Betsy had been deferring to Kate on every little thing for their entire
relationship.  It wasn't healthy.  Betsy needed to assert herself within
their relationship and demand to be treated as an equal -- and in doing so
she could regain her clothing.

   She had a plan.  She was going to buy a coat  -" which Kate had already
encouraged her to do  -" but then she would start telling Kate how even
with the coat she was having trouble dealing with the cold weather, and
that she was getting sick from it SO she had decided she needed to give up
on full-time nudism.  She did not have to convince Kate to LET her wear
clothes again.  It was Betsy -(TM)s decision whether to be a full-time
nudist, not Kate -(TM)s.  Just as she had with the living room paint color,
Betsy needed to TELL Kate that SHE had made a decision.

   As she gave herself this pep talk, Betsy was passing a coffeehouse where
she sometimes bought a morning latte.  She had time so she stopped in and
got in line.  The coffeehouse was brightly lit with skylights and as she
glanced down at herself Betsy noticed she still had some blue paint on her
nipple.  She reacted instinctively, licking her finger and trying to rub it
off.  When that didn -(TM)t work, she began picking at it with her
thumbnail.  She was absorbed in doing this when she heard a  -�can I help
you? -� and looked up to see that the line had moved ahead and it was her
turn. 

   Her latte in hand, Betsy was making her way among the crowded tables
toward the exit when she heard someone call her name.  Everyone on campus
knew her name, of course, but the voice did sound familiar and as she
looked towards the sound she saw magenta hair.  It was Melody.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 38

   Though Betsy had caught a glimpse of Melody now and then on campus the
past couple of months, the two had not spoken since the end of summer on
their last day working together for the campus mail service.  They had not
exactly been friends but now Melody was smiling at her and waving her over.

    -�Hi Mel, -� Betsy said, stopping at the table.   -�It -(TM)s really
nice to see you! -� Her heart raced because she had always tried to be
friends with Melody, but had gotten rejected over and over, but maybe
things were different now.

    -�Nice to see you too, Betsy, -� Melody said with a big smile.   -�I
was just telling my parents how we used to work together. -� Only now did
Betsy look at the other faces at the table -- a middle-aged couple, a
high-school-age girl and a toddler in a child seat.   -�Mom, Dad, this is
my friend Betsy the Avery Nudist, -� Melody said.   -�Betsy, this is my mom
and dad, my sister, Caitlin, and our little brother Timmy.  They're all
here for Parent Day. -�

    -�She -(TM)s NAYkid! -� Timmy announced loudly as Betsy nervously
looked around, realizing for the first time that the restaurant was filled
with families instead the usual student crowd.   -�That lady is NAYYY-kid!
-�

    -�Shush, Timmy, -� Melody -(TM)s mother said, and then to Betsy she
said,  -�we are very pleased to meet you, -� but her expression did not say
that.  With narrow eyes and tight lips, she might as well have been saying,
 -�well, aren -(TM)t you a slut! -�

    -�Yeah, we -(TM)re very glad to make your acquaintance, -� Melody
-(TM)s father said, standing up and holding out his hand.  Betsy had to
lean across the table to accept his handshake, putting her boobs in front
of his scowling wife -(TM)s face.  She found herself trapped in that
position for an oddly long time as Melody -(TM)s father kept a tight grip
on her hand as he told her boobs how very much he respected her lifestyle
decision.

    -�NAY-kid! -� Timmy shouted.

    -�Well, I should get to class, -� Betsy said when she finally pulled
her hand free.

    -�Might I ask you a personal question? -� Caitlin said primly.  Betsy
only blinked mutely at the 15-year-old with braces and pigtails, who took
her silence for acquiescence and went on.   -�I read online that you had
laser body hair removal.  How old were you when you first did that? -�

    -�Um, 16.  Why? -�

    -�See, Mom? -� Caitlin said triumphantly.   -�LOTS of girls do it at my
age. -�

   Caitlin -(TM)s mother glared at Betsy and said through clenched teeth, 
-�SOME girls may do so, but your father and I believe 18 is the appropriate
age for a young lady to decide whether to permanently remove all of her
pubic hair.  You MIGHT later regret having that . . .  that unnaturally
exposed look. -�

    -�But it sure does look fine on you, Betsy, -� the father said, his
eyes now intently focused on Betsy's crotch. 

    -�Wait! -� Betsy squeaked, her face burning.   -�I meant I had my legs
and underarms done at 16.  I didn't have my . . .  I didn't do the rest
until recently. -�

   Now both Caitlin and her mother were scowling, as Caitlin's father
repeated,  -�mighty fine. -� 

    -�Did your parents come for Parent Day? -� Melody asked, and as they
made eye contact again Betsy realized Mel hadn't called her over to be
nice. Betsy's embarrassment metastasized into rage.   -�NO, Melody, -� she
growled.   -�MY parents aren't here because they're DEAD, and if you were
REALLY my friend you would have KNOWN that! -� 

   As Melody -(TM)s expression transformed from smugness to horror, Betsy
turned on her heel and stalked from the coffee house.  Her fury carried her
almost all the way to her first class, and then she began to laugh.  Poor
Melody.  No wonder she was messed up with parents like that.  Her dad was
totally creepy and her mom must be really uncomfortable with that board up
her butt. 

   Betsy felt slightly guilty about what she'd said.  It was true that her
parents were both dead, but her biological father had only been an
anonymous sperm donor  -" whose status as  -�deceased -� had only been
mentioned because it meant the available samples could not be replenished
from the same source.

   Betsy's mother, Annie Andrews, had been a free spirit who always did
what she wanted to do.  She dated various men but didn't want any of them
for keeps, so when she decided to have babies she used a sperm bank.  Annie
knew she wanted two children, timed two years apart and she wanted them to
have the same biological father.  She also knew exactly what she wanted in
terms of the donor -(TM)s physical characteristics and intellectual
accomplishments -- which led to the late Mr.  X, whose only flaw was his
inability to continue providing sperm (being already dead).  But it all
worked out.  First came Hannah, then Elizabeth aka  -�Betsy. -� Meanwhile,
Annie -(TM)s older sister Rachel had a husband but was unable to get
pregnant so they had adopted twin boys.

   Everything went exactly as Annie and Rachel had planned  -" until they
were both killed in a car accident that also took the life of Rachel -(TM)s
husband.  That -(TM)s when their youngest sister, Mindy, did a lot of
growing up.  She was then in her late 20s and had been so certain she never
wanted kids that she -(TM)d had her tubes tied so she wouldn -(TM)t have to
worry about birth control.  She had tattoos, traveled with metal bands, had
sex with metal bands (especially drummers) and did more than her share of
drugs.  That life came to an abrupt end when her two sisters died, and it
fell to her to finish raising four children.  But Mindy never looked back.
She gave up nearly all of her bad habits except for cussing and the
occasional secretive joint behind the garage.

   Aunt Mindy would certainly have come to Parent Day had Betsy invited
her, though she lived pretty far away, and Betsy now wished she had paid
enough attention to know Parent Day was even happening.  She smiled,
imagining how Mindy would have handled Melody -(TM)s parents.  THAT would
have been fun to watch. 

   If Betsy -(TM)s only family had been Hannah and Aunt Mindy, she wouldn
-(TM)t be worried about Solstice.  She had talked to both of them on the
phone a dozen times since moving to Huron and both had been supremely
supportive of whatever Betsy decided she wanted to do about nudism.  Roy
and David were another matter.  Though they were technically her adoptive
cousins, she thought of them as brothers and could not imagine going naked
in front of them.

   Despite her detour through the coffee shop, Betsy was early for her
first class.  Some students were already in the lecture hall while others
were hanging out in the building -(TM)s lobby -- one wall of which was a
gigantic mirror.  Betsy sauntered over to the mirror on the excuse of
examining her hair.  The streaks looked even greener in this light.  She
put down her coffee, shrugged off her backpack and stood close to the
mirror with her hands in her hair feeling for any remaining blobs of paint.
She was not actually concerned about her hair, but was only using it as an
excuse to stand close to the big mirror and look at herself.  What DO you
want, she asked her reflection, which only smiled coyly back at her. 

    -�Hey Betsy, -� Ben called as Betsy watched him and Tony approach in
the mirror.   -�Cool highlights. -� Ben and Tony were in her class and
often sat next to her, doing their best to chat up the Avery nudist.

    -�Thanks, -� she said,  -�but it was kind of accidental. -� Because
Betsy -(TM)s classes alternated days, Ben and Tony had not yet heard her
painting story.  She related it in brief to explain how the green got in
her hair, but added,  -�and I -(TM)ve still got little bits of blue on my
skin, like here on my nipples.  See? -� Here, she displayed her chest,
picking with her fingernail at one of the blue spots still embedded in her
aureola.  Her nipples had gone hard again so the paint was trapped in the
little crevasses.

    -�Wow, -� Tony said, taking this excuse to lean his head down close to
examine Betsy -(TM)s nipple.   -�I dunno how you -(TM)re gonna get that
off. Maybe someone could, you know, suck it off?  Cause that would get the
paint wet and the person doing it could maybe use their teeth really gently
to scrape off the paint.  That -(TM)d be my advice. -�

    -�That -(TM)s a great idea, -� Betsy said, playing along.   -�But my
girlfriend is out of town.  Who could I get to do that for me? -�

   Before Tony or Ben could collect their wits to respond, a fourth person
joined their little group.  It was Tiffany, a glamorous bleached blonde who
always had perfect makeup and stylish outfits.   -�What -(TM)s up? -� she
asked.

   Betsy innocently summarized the conversation up to that point, adding 
-�but that would be a very personal thing to do, so I think I -(TM)d be
most comfortable with a girl. -�

    -�Totally, -� Tiffany said, snapping her gum.  Her lips were purple,
matching her eye shadow.   -�But that would probably take awhile to do --
you know, softening it up and sucking it off without it being painful to
you. -�

    -�You -(TM)ve got a point, -� Betsy said thoughtfully, grabbing one
nipple with the fingers of both hands to turn it upwards for examination.

    -�I got the three o -(TM)clock hour open on my sked, -� Tiffany said,
looking at her phone as the guys nearly chewed their fingers off taking it
all in.   -�We could meet at my room so we -(TM)d be comfortable on the bed
while we do it. -�

    -�It -(TM)s a date, -� Betsy sang out.  The carillon bells were
ringing, signalling the start of classes.  Ben and Tony reluctantly backed
away as Betsy and Tiffany both tried not to laugh.

    -�You knew I was kidding, right? -� Tiffany whispered.

    -�Darn it, -� Betsy teased.   -�I was looking forward to that, -�

    -�God it -(TM)s warm in here, -� Tiffany said.   -�We -(TM)d better get
to our seats. -�

   That night, Betsy had another new story to tell Kate, and she gave
herself an amazing orgasm with Kate unable to do anything but listen.  In
the morning, Betsy woke with a vague memory of a sexy dream about purple
lipstick.  She could not quite remember it, but began playing with herself
again -- thinking about her encounter with Tiffany but imagining that the
scene had played out differently.  In this version, Tiffany actually did
suck on her nipple -- right there in the lobby with Ben and Tony and others
who crowded around watching.  Tiffany worked hard at it, shifting from one
nipple to the other as Ben and Tony inspected her progress.  Betsy looked
down at her breast to see a purple lipstick kiss surrounding her wet nipple
and decided she would leave it there all day so everyone would see it. 
Just as the orgasm was cresting, the scene in Betsy's mind changed again
and now it was Michelle instead of Tiffany.  She was naked except for
purple lipstick . . .  and Dean was there watching.  Alone in the house
with the windows all closed up tight for winter, Betsy let herself cry out
Michelle -(TM)s name.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 39

   Twenty minutes later, Betsy stepped out on her porch naked.  For
mid-November it was surprisingly warm, though still cold enough that normal
people were wearing coats and jackets.  As she walked towards campus, Betsy
regretted having indulged in her bout of morning masturbation.  Drained of
all erotic feeling, she was left with no shielding from the competing
feeling of stark embarrassment at being so, so, SO naked. 

   Whenever this happened it seemed to take her by surprise because she
-(TM)d been going naked for so long.  Most days she could keep this feeling
in check, and lots of days (especially lately) she actually felt very good
about being naked.  She most definitely intended to STOP going naked, but
had come to be able to tolerate it  -" sometimes even enjoy it  -" except
immediately after an orgasm.  Then it was like the classic nightmare in
which one is suddenly and inexplicably naked at school or work.  She would
feel convinced there had been a cosmic misunderstanding and any moment she
would be ridiculed or hauled off to jail.  And she would fret about all the
photos of her that were now on the Internet.  Those would NEVER go away. 
Even if she could somehow stop this insanity NOW she would be haunted by
this foolish decision for the rest of her LIFE!

   These were emotions she had experienced many times, and always before
she had tried to minimize her exposure until the feeling subsided.  But on
this day, she decided to be different.  She was no longer going to allow
her insecurities to control her.  She could not go back in time and change
her past choices.  She could not make all those pictures disappear.  All
she could do was take control of her life going forward.  She decided to
just accept that feeling for what it was  -" and own it.  She took a
detour, making herself walk the long way around campus along the busy
street where morning commuters honked at her as she waited at crosswalks. 

   Betsy felt . . .  empowered.  She was not sexually aroused -- not yet
anyway -- so her primary feeling at this moment continued to be pure,
unsexy embarrassment.  But this time Betsy embraced it.  She let that
feeling envelope her without trying to stop it, but also not allowing it to
control her.  It was just an emotion -- and actually an interesting one --
so very intense.  She almost . . .  liked it.

   By the time she got to her first class, Betsy was feeling that little
tingle deep inside that she knew would soon flower into sensual arousal. 
It was still tiny compared to the nonsexual embarrassment that still burned
in her, and she decided she liked this moment and intentionally paused in
front of the big mirrored wall pretending to fuss with her hair as she
watched others watching her.  Lifting her hand to her head, she brushed her
wrist against her nipple and watched as it hardened in the mirror.  This
was the moment she loved most, when arousal blossomed and overwhelmed her
fears.

    -�Betsy! -� some guys from her class called as they clustered around
her.   -�How's everyone -(TM)s favorite nudist doing today? -�

   She turned to face them, her hands now clasped behind her back so that
nothing was hidden from them.   -�I'm doing good, thank you, -� she replied
politely.   -�Really good actually. -�

   This was Betsy's first Friday since Kate left on her trip, which meant
her first weekend on her own.  She felt guilty about being excited about
it, but the truth was she was eager to take part in the socializing she'd
heard her friends talk about on Monday mornings.  Tonight they were going
bowling!

   Betsy went home after her last class of the day and did some housework
before taking another shower.  She didn't want to carry her purse or
backpack so she tucked a 10-dollar bill in her shoe and hid a spare house
key under a flower pot on the porch.  Kate wasn't calling until 10 pm so
she had several hours.  The day had been fairly warm for the time of year
so Betsy didn't bother with a hat. 

   At the bowling alley, Betsy quickly found Lu Chen, Aaron and Taylor,
plus Aaron's roommates, Evan and Zach.  They all went up to the shoe rental
station and everyone teased Betsy about having to strip off her entire
outfit in order to change shoes. 

    -�You don't technically hafta wear our shoes, -� the girl at the
counter said.   -�You just can't wear those tennis shoes. -�

    -�I can bowl barefoot? -� Betsy asked.

    -�Just don't drop a ball on your foot, but yeah. -�

   Betsy loved that idea because she could be  -�entirely -� nude.  It was
silly given how naked she already was wearing shoes, but for some reason
she found it tantalizing.  She took off her tennis shoes, making sure not
to lose her $10 bill, and tucked them under her seat.  They each took two
practice rolls and Betsy luxuriated in the feel of the polished wood
beneath her feet and of the attention she was getting from the players on
the adjacent lanes.  Betsy was not a very experienced bowler, but she had
physical grace and natural (if largely unpracticed) athleticism.  They had
broken up into two teams and by halfway through the first game it was clear
that Betsy was the best player on her team, which included Lu Chen and
Aaron (both of whom were terrible).  On the other team, Taylor, Evan and
Zach were similarly mixed with Zach being the best.  So the two teams ended
up being well matched, and Betsy and Zach were the indisputable leaders of
the two teams.  This made it quite competitive with plenty of good natured
trash-talking and brazen attempts at distraction.  Betsy really got into it
and was determined to win for her team.  Every time she rolled a strike or
picked up a spare she would jump up and down excitedly, which made her
boobs seemed equally enthusiastic.

   Along the way, beers and pizza were purchased and Betsy contributed her
$10 to the cause, not wanting any change to have to carry back home in her
shoe.  The beer made her have to pee, and so three times she had to make
her way across the length of the building to get to the ladies room.  The
place was packed with people, less than half of them Avery students, and so
most of those present were getting their first chance to interact with the
nudist college girl they'd seen mostly on TV.  Older men whistled at her
and asked her to pause for photos.  Betsy cheerfully complied, though more
than once she felt a coarse hand on her butt cheek.  She decided she could
tolerate that much so long as the hands did not become any more adventurous
than that.  None did.

   Betsy was having so much fun, she didn -(TM)t realize it was already
9:30, and because she -(TM)d left her phone at home she needed to leave
very soon to be there for Kate's call.  The old Betsy would have
frantically dashed off in the middle of the game to be sure she was home
when Kate called.  The new Betsy was not so uptight.  She was eager to talk
to Kate, but if she was a little late she would just call Kate back.  No
big deal.  As it turned out, the final game deciding the  -�championship -�
between the two teams lasted until 10:05.  Betsy scored the most points,
helping her team win by a scant two points but besting Zach by five.  She
took personal pleasure in the latter and gloated shamelessly. 

   By 10:15, Betsy had put on her shoes and was saying her goodbyes --
dispensing hugs liberally to anyone who wanted one.  Outside in the chill
air, she ran all the way home, feeling exuberant and wanting to be sure she
returned Kate's call no later than 10:30.  When she got home, she retrieved
the key she'd left under the flower pot and burst in the door panting.  She
grabbed her phone, expecting to find several escalatingly annoyed voice
messages from Kate . . .  but there were none at all. 

   That was odd.  She tried calling Kate but just got her voicemail.  Then
she tried texting, and a few minutes later she tried calling again.  Betsy
was starting to worry.  What if something had happened to her?  They
weren't married (not yet anyway), and Betsy didn't even know if Kate had
listed her as the emergency contact.  Should she start calling hospitals in
New Westbrook?  No, it had only been 20 minutes; she was probably just busy
or forgot about the time. 

   At 10:30, Betsy's phone rang.   -�Hi, Babe, -� Kate's voice said.

    -�Oh Kate, I'm SO glad you're okay.  When you didn't call at 10, I
started worrying that-- -�

    -�We agreed to talk at 10:30, -� Kate said.   -�I was having drinks
with a client and kept seeing those texts from you. -�

    -�Wait -- you were reading my texts as I was sending them?  Why didn't
you reply? -�

    -�Because it would have been rude, and this was an important client. 
It was bad enough I had to keep looking at my phone every time it vibrated
just in case it was something important. -�

    -�Something important? -� Betsy repeated.   -�No, it was only me. -�

    -�Honey, I didn't mean to imply you aren't important also, but you
should have waited.  I told you I'd call at 10:30. -�

    -�Actually, you said 10:00, -� Betsy said.   -�But it's fine.  I guess
I overreacted because you're so far away and-- -�

    -�I SAID 10:30, Betsy.  You're always getting things like that wrong.
It happens all the time. -�

   The thing that actually happened all the time was Betsy apologizing,
even when she wasn -(TM)t wrong.  That wasn -(TM)t happening this time.  
-�Kate, it -(TM)s right there in your text from this morning, -� she said
calmly.   -�Just scroll up and you'll see it. -�

   Kate -(TM)s voice hardened.   -�I don't know why you want to spend our
evening call re-litigating who said what when, -� she said angrily.  
-�That's just petty, Betsy, and I won't play along.  Now, do you want to
talk about something else or not. -�

   Betsy sighed.   -�You're right, Kate, -� she said.   -�You're always
right.  So . . .  tell me about that client you were just meeting with. -�

    -�Oh, he was SUCH a jerk, -� Kate snorted, her voice casual again.  
-�He deals in annuities, and the thing most people don't understand about
annuities is that . . .   -�

   Betsy put the phone on speaker a placed it on the coffee table.  Then
she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine.  She was on her
way back to the living room when she heard Kate say  -�. . .  and that
decision alone will improve our bottom line by 10 percent! -� In the
silence that followed, Betsy made a face and inaudibly mouthed the words, 
-�Oh Kate you're so smart!  They're lucky to have you! -� 

    -�Betsy, are you there?  Can you hear me? -�

   Betsy reached for her phone and pressed the red disconnect button. 
Picking up the TV remote instead, she was channel-surfing when her phone
rang.  She reached for it and pressed the decline button, then turned off
the ringer.

    -�Gosh, Kate, -� she said out loud as she clicked through the channels.
 -�We sure have been having trouble with cell phone reception lately. -�



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 40

   In the morning, Betsy woke to the patter of raindrops on her bedroom
window.  She had been planning to use her Saturday to do some late autumn
yard work and wasn -(TM)t going to let a little rain deter her.  She loved
having a cute little house with a yard and a picket fence, and she was
happy to do whatever work was required to maintain it.  The largest tree in
the little yard was an oak that had stubbornly held onto its leaves through
most of November but had recently shed them.  And so, after eating a bowl
of cereal with blueberries and making a small amount of coffee (not as
strong as how Kate preferred it), Betsy prepared to get to work.

   Barefoot, she stepped outside onto the porch still sipping her coffee,
and was pleased to find it was not very cold.  The rain had slowed to a
drizzling mist, and the sun was peeking in and and out among the ragged
clouds.  She decided not to put on shoes, but stuffed her hair up under her
ball cap to keep the rain out of her eyes.  Soon Betsy was busily at work
raking leaves, stuffing them in compost bags and dragging the bags out to
the curb for recycling pickup.  The bags were heavy because the leaves were
so wet, and it was hard work.  She was sweating, but the sprinkling rain
washed it from her body and kept her feeling refreshed.

   Passersby invariably slowed their pace to watch the now-famous Avery
College Nudist at work in her yard.  These were mostly people from the
neighborhood or the college who had seen her many times, yet a glance of
her always brought them joy.  A natural blonde beauty of Scandinavian
descent, Betsy Andrews would have turned heads fully clothed.  Her little
waist, round bottom and perky breasts were eye-catching even when shrouded
by fabric.  Completely naked, she was quite literally breathtaking --
perhaps especially at this very moment when a break in the clouds allowed
the full sun to illuminate her body even as the rain continued to fall.  On
the horizon, a rainbow appeared, but it could not compete with her and lost
its confidence.  Glistening-wet in the sun, her golden brown skin displayed
every youthful muscle movement with such delicate precision Michelangelo
would have gone mad trying to capture it.

   Sometimes these passersby would call out a greeting, and Betsy would
wave or even trot over to chat.  She had, over the past three months,
become acquainted with most people in the neighborhood, and was unfailingly
friendly to all.  It was an incongruous sight -- the visitor in a raincoat
and boots huddling under an umbrella on one side of the fence, while on the
other, a naked girl who seemed as comfortable in a chilly November rain as
she might have been on sunny summer day. 

   And she was -- mentally.  For perhaps the first time in her life, Betsy
was feeling confident in herself.  All her life she had deferred to
decisions made by others, and where had that gotten her?  She -(TM)d been
going naked for three months -- not because she wanted to, but because she
feared losing Kate if she admitted the truth.  Maybe she still wasn -(TM)t
brave enough for that, but at least now she had a plan.  The approaching
winter provided her with a logical escape.  Kate had already acknowledged
that Betsy needed a coat -- which was clearly permitted under the 
-�protective clothing -� clause in the nudist rights court ruling.  But
that was only step one.  Betsy would start with the coat and then, as
winter settled in, she would gradually tell Kate the cold was just too much
to endure and that she had to  -�give up -� full-time nudism.  Surely Kate
would accept that, and Betsy would not have to confess that she -(TM)d been
lying about it all this time. 

   Ironically, the cold itself didn -(TM)t actually bother her much.  That
first snowy day had been so invigorating it had turned into a sexual high.
And while she would not have said she  -�enjoyed -� walking naked through
that ice storm, she had felt a triumphant sense of accomplishment
afterwards -- which she would have appreciated a bit more had not it also
been the night Kate announced she was leaving on her trip.

   The separation had been good for them, Betsy had come to realize.  They
were going to have a much stronger and more equitable relationship when
Kate came home.  Kate was just going to have to accept some changes --
including Betsy deciding for herself whether to maintain or withdraw her
nudity registration.  Betsy -(TM)s growing self-confidence gave her the
courage to risk Kate -(TM)s reaction to her decision.  If Kate would
actually break up with her over something so superficial, well, that was
something Betsy probably needed to know before investing more of her life
in this relationship.  She had elaborate fantasies about their wedding day,
but she also had doubts about Kate -(TM)s commitment to her.  Maybe it was
time to test that.

   And then, of course, there were her brothers.  Seeing Roy and David at
Solstice is what really put a deadline on getting out of the nudity
requirement.  Because they were now spread all over the commonwealth, Betsy
-(TM)s sister, brothers and aunt had for the past several years been
meeting for Solstice at a picturesque ski lodge in the mountains.  It was
nowhere near Kingsley, but was within the province of Huron so if Betsy
remained a nudist she -(TM)d have to go there naked.  Though she knew the
boys had likely seen videos of her on the Internet, she was determined not
to let them see her naked in person.  And it wasn -(TM)t just a matter of
them seeing her.  Betsy -(TM)s family had always been boisterously physical
 -" lots of hugging and wrestling and butt-slapping.  Every time she saw
them after a long separation, Betsy -(TM)s brothers would pick her up and
carry her around and toss her back and forth as she squirmed and tried to
escape, and eventually one of them would hold her arms while the other
mercilessly tickled her until she squealed and nearly peed.  She loved
that, but how could she possibly do it naked?

   Had Solstice not been a factor, Betsy would have more time to play out
this too-cold-to-go-naked game.  After all, she been putting her body on
display for three months so it was kind of arbitrary exactly when she
stopped, and it would have been tantalizing to find out how far into the
winter she could really go.  She knew, of course, that there was a limit to
what she could endure, but she hadn -(TM)t gotten to it yet.  She still had
a few weeks, as November turned to December.  The weather forecast was
calling for unseasonably mild temperatures for several more days, but then
a cold front was expected to bring sub-freezing temperatures and perhaps a
blizzard.  THAT, she mused, should be sufficient to satisfy both her
strategy and her desire.

   The rain had picked up as Betsy raked, and by the time she was done it
was coming down steadily.  She put her rake away and decided to go across
the street for a hot chocolate.  The cafe was more of a summer institution
but remained open all year.  Most of its seating was outdoors, however, and
the inside portion was very small.  Betsy went through her gate, crossed
the street and made her way among the empty wet tables to the entrance.  It
was nearly noon so the lunch crowd had already arrived.  Every table was
filled and because of the small space, the tables were crammed close
together.  Betsy had to excuse her way among the tables, pausing several
times because people always wanted to chat with her and she did not want to
be rude. 

   She made her way to the counter and stood at the carry-out sign to order
her hot chocolate.  The bar stools were all occupied except one, and
although she hadn -(TM)t intended to stay, Betsy succumbed to the effusive
invitations from those seated on either side of the empty seat.  The vinyl
bar stool was slippery against her wet bottom and she looked at her
reflection in the mirror behind the counter as people on both sides wanted
to pass the time with her.  Everyone seemed to like her so much, but would
they if she were wearing clothes?  Perhaps she needed to find out.

   After drinking most of her hot chocolate, Betsy was finding the crowded
indoor space hot and stifling.  She finished up, said her goodbyes and was
out again in the rain.  It felt good and she walked around the block before
going back in through her gate, up to the porch and inside.  On her phone
was a nice text from Kate, saying  -�sorry we had that misunderstanding
last night.  Chat tonight at eight? -� Betsy noticed, of course, that it
was not a true apology or admission of having been wrong.  Kate only said
she was sorry they had a  -�misunderstanding -� without saying which of
them misunderstood.  But it was a start, and Kate was clearly trying. 
Betsy texted back  -�talk to you at eight!! -� followed by several cheery
emojis.

   Eight o -(TM)clock was perfect because Betsy was going out again -- to
dance!  Tiffany and Lashona from one of her classes always went dancing on
Saturday nights, and had repeatedly invited her.  Betsy loved to dance, but
always spent her Saturdays doing whatever Kate wanted to do.  Often it was
some work-related thing where Betsy was only expected to look pretty and
listen to boring shop talk about financial institutions.  Sometimes dancing
was involved, but not the kind of dancing Betsy was itching to do.  She did
love slow dancing with Kate at those fancy parties, wearing her high heels,
antique pearls, dangly earrings and long white gloves.  That was nice, but
she was in the mood for the kind of frenzied, crazy dancing for which it
would be unwise to wear high heels or delicate jewelry. 

   When Kate called precisely at eight, Betsy was in the bathtub.  They
didn't talk about Kate -(TM)s job, and they didn't bicker.  Kate had missed
hearing about the bowling alley and wanted Betsy to describe it in detail
while doing to herself what Kate would be doing if she were present.  Betsy
obliged, putting the phone on speaker and placing it safely on the edge of
the tub as she sank down low in the water and recounted the events of the
previous evening until she had a most delightful and rather loud orgasm.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 41

   Betsy was still in the tub when the call ended, but she wasn -(TM)t
finished.  She wanted another orgasm, and she wanted to have it alone.  She
let her mind go wherever it wanted -- to Michelle and Dean, and then to
Tiffany and Lu Chen.  Lu Lu was bowling naked with purple lipstick kisses
all over her body as Betsy took a deep breath and slid her head underwater.
The surface of the water became still for a moment and then Betsy
resurfaced, gasping for breath and still rubbing herself ferociously as
water splashed out of the tub.

   Panting, Betsy immediately stood in and stepped out of the tub.  Without
drying off, she walked straight through the house and out the front door,
pulling it shut until she felt the lock snap shut.  Having already hidden
her house key under a clay pot, Betsy stepped off the porch and walked into
the night. 

   The rain had stopped hours earlier, the pavement dry except for puddles,
but Betsy was dripping wet from her bath, shivering a little in the chilly
night air.  She had decided she liked to shiver -- it made her feel so
alive -- and she loved being so absolutely and completely naked.  She wore
no shoes, no jewelry, no makeup, no perfume -- not even a hair tie.  She
looked behind herself to see the wet footprints she'd left on the sidewalk,
and then she began to run. 

   Within two minutes, Betsy was trotting barefoot down Fourth Street, the
busy main strip of Avery -(TM)s restaurant and bar district.  People were
everywhere, all of them in coats, all of them watching the girl who was
always naked, her boobs bouncing with her stride and her bare feet
splashing in every puddle she could find along the way.  When she was still
a few blocks from her destination, she slowed to a walk amid the thickening
crowd. 

   Having just had two massive orgasms, Betsy was was again feeling starkly
naked in that uncomfortable, unsexy way that she used to dread.  She had
done it on purpose this time -- itching to experience that kind of intense
embarrassment again -- in front of a lot of people.  She wanted to feel
vulnerable, and exposed and a even little afraid.  She wanted to feel it
ALL, plus the cold as well.  Her skin had partially dried in the crisp
night air, her nipples hard as pebbles, but her hair was still sopping wet
and sending rivulets of transported bathwater down her body. 

   She knew that her sensual feelings would return eventually to rescue
her, and she was glad of that, but first she wanted to push herself a
little more.  She bounded up the steps of  -�Zoot -(TM)s, -� the dance club
where she was to meet Tiffany, Lashona and several other girls she knew
from class.

   Inside, the club was decorated like a movie set from the 1940 -(TM)s,
and it had a full brass orchestra playing jazz.  On the main dance floor,
couples were jitterbugging, many of them wearing period attire -- guys in
suits twirling girls with long skirts, lifting them off the ground like
acrobats.  They all looked so sophisticated and grown-up despite being
college kids.  People were starting to notice Betsy and she felt extremely
uncomfortable.  This had been a mistake.  She half-turned, thinking she
might leave, when she was surprised to see herself in a mirrored wall  -"
the crowd behind her, faces looking in her direction.  Why hadn -(TM)t she
at least done her hair and put on makeup?  Her hair was plastered wetly to
her skull and being barefoot made her feel like a child.  Over the music,
came a loud wolf whistle and now everyone in the club was staring at her. 

    -�Bet-SEEEE! -� Bet-SEEEE! -� Multiple voices called her name, but the
sound seemed to come from everywhere.  Across the room, Tiffany waved at
her from within a crowd of guys.  Betsy hesitated, but reminded herself
that this was what she wanted. 

    -�Betsy, you're dripping wet, -� Tiffany said.   -�Is it raining again?
-�

    -�Um, no, it -(TM)s not raining, -� Betsy said nervously, now feeling
additionally embarrassed by what she would have to admit.

    -�Then how come you're all wet? -�

    -�I just . . .  I just got out of the bathtub and ran over. -�

    -�Without drying off. -�

    -�Well . . .  I was in a hurry and-- -�

    -�God, I'm SO jealous of you, -� Tiffany laughed.   -�I spend an hour
on my hair and makeup and you don't even TRY and you still look like-- -�

    -�Like a goddess! -� A guy -(TM)s voice called out from somewhere
within the group around them.  The voice sounded familiar and she was
looking around to see who spoke.

    -�And not just any goddess, Reginald, -� another familiar voice said, 
-�but a water nymph. -�

    -�Right you are, Trevor. -�

   Betsy -(TM)s eyes found the speakers and she recognized them instantly.
She'd met Trevor and Reginald on her campus mail job when she had to get
signatures from officers at all the fraternities.  Each frat house had
presented a challenge for the naked girl on rollerblades who was just
trying to deliver the mail.  At one house she'd had to play air hockey, and
at another they tricked her into eating marijuana brownies, and then at the
Omega House . . .  oh god.  Betsy suddenly remembered what she'd done in
front of Trevor and Reginald.  High on brownies and manipulated by the two
smooth-talking boys, she had stood in front of a big mirror and . . .  and
masturbated!  Of all the humiliating things she'd done the past three
months, this was the one she most regretted.  She had never done it since,
and had nearly put the incident out of her mind.  But now, as she looked at
the faces of all the smirking boys around her, she was convinced that they
all knew.  It might even have been secretly recorded!  Maybe they'd all
watched it on video over and over!

    -�That is quite an intriguing postulation, -� Reginald was still going
on.   -�We presumed our naked visitor was a mere mortal, yet now she is
revealed to be a water nymph. -�

    -�What the Ancient Greeks termed the Naiad, I believe. -�

    -�Which would not only explain why she is always so wet, but also her
otherworldly beauty. -�

    -�That girl DOES like to be wet, -� Tiffany said, playing along with
the double meaning but not knowing the background.   -�Betsy, why are you
always so wet? -�

   Betsy felt her face burning and looked down at herself to see her chest
redden, but deep inside, she felt something else burning too.  She looked
up and made deliberate eye contact with each grinning boy in turn,
imagining they were all watching her masturbate right now.  That did it. 
Erotic energy jolted through her and she felt invincible again -- like a
superhero regaining her lost powers just in time to save the day.

    -�Gosh, I DO get wet a lot, don -(TM)t I? -� she said in her best
impression of Marilyn Monroe.   -�I guess I get WET so much because I so
LOVE being wet. -� Giggling fetchingly, she lifted her arms to run her
fingers through her wet hair -- putting her breasts and underarms on
display and sending fresh drops of bathwater raining down her chest.  
-�Ooooh, now I -(TM)m even wetter! -� 

   Betsy grinned at Trevor and Reginald, challenging them to come up with
an erudite bon mot in response, but their sophisticated personas had
completely fallen away and they only stared back at her wide-eyed like the
boys that they were.  Betsy laughed at them.  With her hands now on her
hips and her chest proudly out, she said in her normal voice,  -�now if we
-(TM)ve sufficiently covered the topic of my wetness, could we please
dance? -�

   Lashona recovered first.   -�We -(TM)re still one short for the group,
-� she said, still laughing at Betsy -(TM)s performance.   -�Oh, there he
is.  Charlie!  Over here! -�

   Betsy turned to see another familiar face -- the underclassman who had
been serving as butler the day Betsy had arrived at the mansion-like Omega
House.

    -�Charles! -� she cried and ran to greet him.  She made a show of
throwing her arms around him and said into his ear,  -�does everyone know?
-�

    -�Know what? -�

    -�What I did in front of the mirror that day.  Did you tell them? -�

    -�Of course not, Betsy.  We swore not to.  All we told the guys was you
delivered that letter and drank a martini with us. -� Betsy was so relieved
she kissed him on the mouth as everyone cheered.

   Zoot -(TM)s had two dance floors.  One was occupied by the couples Betsy
had passed on the way in.  The second was for a group dance that was like a
cross between swing dancing and square dancing.  The girls and guys formed
separate lines facing each other and began the dance with one set of
partners and traded down the line on cue.  Betsy got to twirl into and out
of the arms of boy after boy, all of their hands briefly on her bare waist
-- sometimes on her hip, sometimes her butt.  So many hands on her!  She
loved it, but her bare feet got stepped on a few times and there were too
many people lined up to take part in the dance so they had to take turns.
That wasn -(TM)t enough dancing for Betsy and her toes still hurt from the
last time they got stepped on.  After a while, she began making her
goodbyes, making sure to hug Reginald, Trevor and especially Charles.

   Tiffany and Lashona followed along with Betsy (as did several others who
concluded that the best party must whichever one Betsy was at).  They went
across the street to  -�Woody -(TM)s Wild Side, -� which had a DJ playing
hip-hop and techno dance tunes.  That -(TM)s exactly what Betsy wanted
right now.  As delicious as it had been to swing dance with a dozen guys at
once -- all of their hands on her -- Betsy needed to burn off some energy,
and the best way she could do that was dancing solo.  She went straight to
the dance floor and within seconds, one fact was crystal clear to everyone
in the club -- The Avery nudist could dance.  At Zoot -(TM)s, she -(TM)d
been limited by the structure of the group dance, but here she was free to
move however she wanted -- and she had moves. 

   Cellphones came out to record the moment for posterity, but Betsy was
oblivious to this.  Though she had sometimes been nervous and
self-conscious in front of an audience, even Old Betsy would get lost in
the music when she was dancing.  New Betsy was even less inhibited -- not
that her dancing was intentionally sexually explicit.  She was just
dancing, and the fact that she was naked made it a sexual experience for
those fortunate enough to be in attendance that evening.  Even for the
millions of people who eventually would see the videos on the Internet this
was a moment to cherish, while those who saw it in person would brag about
it for years afterwards.



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 42

   Hours later, a very sweaty Betsy was in front of the club cooling off.
Tiffany, Lashona and a dozen others had come out with her, all of them
crowded under the canvas awning because the rain had resumed.  It was not
coming down very hard, but runoff from the awning cascaded down in a sheet
a few feet from where they stood.  Betsy stepped out into it, turning her
face up into the flow of water and rubbing her hot body with her hands as
if she were taking a shower at home.  The group of mostly girls and a few
guys began walking together in the general direction of their various
homes. Umbrellas popped open and jacket hoods were put up as the rain began
to come down harder.  Betsy needed none of that.  Her only concern was that
the bottoms of her feet had gotten dirty so she was splashing through
puddles and then scuffing her feet through the grass. 

   By ones and twos, people split off from the group until it was just
Betsy, Tiffany and Lashona standing on a street corner where their paths
diverged.  Betsy hugged them both and walked on alone.  She passed a shop
that sold women -(TM)s coats and stopped to look at the warmly dressed but
headless mannequins in the shop windows.  She could see her own shadowy
reflection in the glass superimposed on each mannequin as she stood in
front of each fashionable jacket and coat in turn.  She took note of the
shop -(TM)s hours posted on the door and went on her way home. 

   That night she lay in bed too hyped up to sleep.  She felt victorious.
She had conquered her own fears and weaknesses, and really wasn't bothered
by going naked anymore.  Even when she tried to make herself uncomfortable,
it didn't last long -- and most of the time she actually enjoyed it.  So
why not just stay a nudist?  It was a tantalizing thought, and she wished
it was that simple.  Seeing her brothers at Solstice was the most pressing
reason she needed to stop this, but not the only one.  She wanted to feel
like a normal person again instead of being an artificial  -�celebrity -�
famous only for being naked.  Any reasonably fit and attractive young woman
who decided to go naked in public would be getting just as much adulation
as Betsy was getting, so what kind of accomplishment was that?  Most
importantly, there was Kate.  Betsy used to fear Kate would leave her if
she stopped going naked.  Now she feared Kate only loved her because she
was naked.  If that was true, Betsy needed to know.

   For the next week, the weather remained unseasonably warm for November.
Betsy could not yet activate her plan, so she decided to make the most of
her final weeks as a nudist.  She was just going to enjoy herself to the
fullest and not think about what would soon need to happen.  Most days she
wore her tennis shoes, but occasionally she went barefoot just for the fun
of it.  She loved leaving the house with nothing whatsoever, leaving her
key under the pot, but she could not do that when going to class because
she needed her tablet, phone and other items that she carried in her Ariel
backpack.  She could squeeze her shoes in there too, and often did in the
afternoons if it was sunny and she wanted to feel the cool sidewalk beneath
her feet.  Most evenings she socialized  -" going to bars, coffeehouses and
the homes of friends.  Sometimes she would meet new people who were
flustered and did not know where to put their eyes.  She always tried to
put them at ease.   -�It -(TM)s okay to look, -� she would say.   -�I know
I -(TM)m naked, and it doesn -(TM)t bother me when people look. -� She
liked saying that because it broke the ice and people wanted to talk about
it.  Betsy would always say,  -�I really do love being naked all the time,
but I suppose I may have to stop when it gets really cold. -� 

   Every evening she and Kate talked on the phone, and Betsy felt things
were changing for the better.  Kate seemed to have accepted that Betsy
would no longer meekly accept whatever she said.  Kate would still tell
boring stories about work, but sometimes Betsy would tell her they were
boring, and Kate would laugh and agree.  During most calls, Betsy would
eventually give herself an orgasm while telling Kate about some recent
encounter.  Sometimes she was not in the mood to do this, and Kate never
pressed her on it.

   When the weather finally turned cold again, it did so abruptly.  The TV
news had been predicting it for days, and one morning it suddenly arrived
-- a sharp drop in temperature and a blizzard said to be on its way.  Now
was the time for Betsy -(TM)s plan to move forward.  She would buy a coat
that afternoon, and if the coming blizzard was as bad as predicted, no one
would question her decision to go back to wearing clothing. 

   That was her plan, but first she had to get to class.  According to the
TV news, the temperature was 10 degrees Fahrenheit -- a good ten degrees
colder than anything she'd experienced so far.  She could feel the
difference as soon as she stepped out on the porch wearing her usual outfit
of tennis shoes and a ball cap.  It was bitingly cold and her breath came
out in steamy puffs as she walked briskly past people who were layered and
bundled.  They looked so uncomfortable.

   She was shivering and grateful when she reached her first class, but
feeling victorious.  She made it from class to class the same way,
sometimes jogging to keep her metabolism high.  She felt elated each time
she made it to her next objective.  After her last class of the day she was
walking home, and not even briskly.  The temperature had risen to the
mid-20s and there was no wind so it really didn -(TM)t feel bad.  Her
fingers were the only part of her body that bothered her, so tomorrow she
would wear her mittens.  But wait . . .  wasn't she planning to be wearing
a coat tomorrow?  Her way home again brought her to the shop with the
headless mannequins, and this time the shop was open.  Betsy stood in the
icy cold looking in the windows, which caught the attention of the sales
clerk, who poked her head out the door.

    -�Why don't you come inside and try one on? -� 

    -�No thanks, -� Betsy said.   -�I'm just browsing. -�

    -�Want to browse inside where it's warm? -�

   Betsy shook her head.   -�Maybe tomorrow. -�

   She walked home in the frigid cold, and climbed in bed under the covers
to warm up.  She knew why she was so reluctant to buy a coat -- or even try
one on.  It would be the end of her streak -- her streaking streak. 
Regardless of exactly why she started doing it, Betsy had by this point
gone naked for 95 straight days.  Even slipping on a coat to try it on
would bring that personal record to an end.  She definitely wanted to go
back to wearing clothing soon, but she wished she had just a little more
time to really test herself against the elements.  No doubt she did have
her limit, but it would be so thrilling to find out what that limit really
was.  Perhaps at least she could shoot for Day 100?

   In the morning, Betsy woke to a full-fledged blizzard.  On the TV news,
the weatherman was warning of treacherous conditions -- bitter cold, high
winds and drifting snow.  She looked outside where heavily bundled
pedestrians plodded through the snow, their heads down and shoulders
hunched as the wind whipped at their coats.  Okay, Betsy thought, this is
what you wanted.  Let's see how tough you really are. 

   Twenty minutes later, she was out on her porch locking the door.  She
had decided to wear the knee-high boots Kate had bought her the night of
the ice storm, along with the rainbow-striped stocking hat and matching
mittens.  She had considered also wearing the leg-warmers and long scarf
which completed the ensemble, but decided they would not do much to keep
her warm  -" and if she was going to walk through a blizzard naked, she
wanted to do it as naked as possible.  She felt guilty enough wearing the
mittens.

   Betsy could already feel the stinging spray of snow before she left the
porch, and by the time she reached the sidewalk she was having serious
thoughts of retreat.  She did not have to do this, she reminded herself. 
She could just wear one of Kate's coat for now and get her own later.  If
ever the  -�protective clothing -� clause applied, it was today.  And yet
Betsy did not turn back but bent her head down against the wind and powered
through the drifting snow. 

   Betsy told herself she only had to make it three blocks to campus and
could then cut through the Humanities Building to get warm.  She kept her
mind focused on that goal as wind and snow pummeled her like a sandblaster.
When she reached the main road separating the neighborhood and campus, she
had to wait at the intersection for the light to change.  Motorists and
pedestrians, many of whom had seen the Avery nudist walking to school
before, gaped at her with fresh amazement.

   When she finally pushed through the revolving door into the Humanities
Building, Betsy felt her skin tingling in the relative warmth of the drafty
hallway, and she knew she was going to be okay.  She could hop-scotch her
way through campus.  She smiled at a gaggle of students staring at her
slack-jawed.   -�Nice day! -� she called cheerily as she strode
purposefully towards the opposite door.

   Betsy took two more detours through other buildings before reaching the
one where she had her first class.  Before going inside she paused at the
top of the stone steps and yelled through the howling wind to the gray
clouds overhead,  -�is THAT all you got? -�



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 43

   She was a few minutes late for class, but the prof did not complain  -"
though he paused in mid-sentence as everyone watched Betsy pull off a
mitten with her teeth.   -�Sorry, -� she stage-whispered, settling in a
chair and fishing her tablet out of her backpack.  No one asked if she was
okay because the answer was obvious.  Though her skin was bright red, she
was radiantly grinning from ear to ear and bouncing in her seat as if to
music no one else could hear.

   The storm did not let up all day, but Betsy strode through it with pluck
and growing confidence.  She was on her way to her last class -- running
late because of her detours - when she saw Lu Chen, Taylor and Aaron coming
back outside.

    -�The college just closed for the rest of the day, -� Lu Chen yelled in
the wind.   -�Wanna go drink? -�

    -�Absolutely.  Where? -�

    -�Dizzy -(TM)s.  Zach and Evan are meeting us there.  That's like four
blocks, so do you want to duck into a classroom for a few minutes to warm
up first? -�

    -�Nah, I can do another four blocks. -�

   Actually it was five blocks, which makes a difference when you're naked
in a blizzard, but Betsy endured it.  When they got to the bar, Zach and
Evan already had one of the circular booths, so they all scooted in.  It
was a retro diner booth with red vinyl upholstery, but instead of a
full-sized table, it had only a short round coffee table in the middle. 
This put Betsy's full body on display, her reddened skin still covered in
goose bumps and her nipples hard and pointy.  The booth was also next to a
window, outside of which the blizzard continued to rage.

    -�I can't imagine how you walked through this naked, -� Evan said.  
-�Do you have super powers?  Did they send you here when the planet Krypton
exploded? -�

    -�Stubbornness is my super power, -� Betsy said,  -�but my mortal skin
is getting chapped and I didn't bring any lotion.  Anybody got some? -�

    -�Fresh out, -� Evan said, patting his pockets. 

    -�It was a girl question, -� Lu Chen said, pulling a plastic bottle
from her purse,  -�and yes, Supergirl, I've got some. -� 

   Betsy squeezed some lotion onto her hand began rubbing it on her body as
everyone in the bar watched.  Throughout, she talked enthusiastically about
her contest with Mother Nature, occasionally interjecting a bit of
commentary on whatever body part she was moisturizing at the moment.   -�My
nipples are really tender, -� she noted in an off-hand manner as with the
index fingers of both hands she circled round and round her areola, rubbing
in the lotion.  Later, as she spread her legs and began meticulously
applying lotion along her labia, she commented  -�and my pussy is so
chapped.  I need to bring my own lotion tomorrow so I can do this during
classes as a preventative.  Can someone do my back? -�

    -�Dibs! -� Lu Chen shouted and began rubbing lotion on Betsy -(TM)s
back.   -�God, I -(TM)m so gay now! -�

   If mostly-straight Lu Chen was finding this an erotic experience,
mostly-gay Betsy definitely was.  She was aroused  -" very, very aroused.
She wished Lu Chen was putting lotion on her breasts instead of her back 
-" in front of everyone.  And though she had pretended to be oblivious to
what she was saying earlier, Betsy knew she was putting on a show when she
said  -�my nipples -� and  -�my pussy. -� She liked saying those words, in
part because it was an invitation to look.  She wondered if perhaps she
could work the words  -�my pussy -� into every conversation.

   Despite her distracting horniness, Betsy started thinking she should say
something to her friends about what she planned to do over Solstice.   -�So
I might stop going naked soon, -� she blurted.

    -�You're finally going to buy a coat now that you've kicked Mother
Nature -(TM)s ass? -� Taylor asked.

    -�No, I'm thinking of going back to wearing clothes. -� There, she'd
said it.

   Everyone laughed at first but Lu Chen looked at her questioningly and
said,  -�Betsy are you serious? -�

    -�Yes, I am, -� Betsy began, having given some thought to what she
would tell her friends.   -�Being a full-time nudist was something I
decided to try when we moved here to Huron, but that doesn't mean I'm going
to do it forever. -�

    -�But you seem to really love being naked all the time, -� Taylor said.

    -�I do, -� Betsy said truthfully.   -�But I feel like I need to be a
normal person again.  I get so much attention being like this, but I don't
know if people like me for who I am or just because I'm naked. -�

    -�I hope you know that WE love you for who you are, -� Lu Chen said
patting her arm. 

    -�Absolutely!, -� Evan said emphatically.   -�I mean, from a guy
perspective naturally we love that you go naked, but the best part of your
body is above your neck.  Am I right, gentlemen? -�

    -�Totally, -� Aaron said.   -�So you have to promise that your face
will stay naked. -�

    -�Especially the eyes and the smile, -� Zach put in.   -�Those are the
best parts. -�

    -�Awww, -� Betsy said.   -�That's nice to hear, and I'm just sure you
couldn't be bullshitting me. -� As she said this, Betsy spread her knees
wide until all three guys were stricken speechless and staring at her
crotch.   -�Yep.  Just as I thought, -� she said, now crossing her legs and
sitting up primly.

    -�That was so not fair, -� Aaron said. 

    -�But feel free to be so-not-fair again whenever you like, -� Zach
added. 

    -�I think I proved my point, -� Betsy said. 

    -�All you proved was that we ALSO appreciate your pink parts, -� Evan
argued,  -�and it makes me sad to think I might never see them again. -�

    -�Oh, you'll still get to see my pink parts when I visit your
apartment, -� Betsy said.   -�I love being naked too much to give it up
altogether.  I just wouldn't be nude in public anymore. -�

    -�That's still hard to picture, -� Lu Chen said.  I've never seen you
any other way but naked.  How'm I supposed to turn into a lesbian if you're
not naked all the time. -�

    -�We could do this, -� Betsy said, grabbing Lu Chen by the ears and
kissing her on the mouth.  This produced much cheering, not just at their
table but the rest of the bar.  Lu Chen and Betsy both blushed.

    -�I'm surprised you still blush, -� Taylor said to Betsy.

    -�I love blushing, -� Betsy said.   -�Sorry if I made you
uncomfortable, Lu Lu. -�

    -�Oh my poor boyfriend, -� Lu Chen sighed.

   By this point they'd each had several drinks and began preparing to go
back out into the blizzard.  For the others, this involved zipping
themselves into heavy coats and tying on their hoods.  Betsy put on her
rainbow colored hat and mittens, and slung her backpack over one shoulder.
Outside, the wind was fierce, limiting conversation.  At first, the others
tried to block the wind for Betsy, but she did not cooperate -- forging to
the lead to duel directly with Mother Nature.  Their paths soon took them
in separate directions and Betsy was slogging her way alone through drifts
of snow nearly to her knees.  She slowed a bit as she passed the shop with
the warmly dressed mannequins in the window.  The same clerk was working
and Betsy waved at her but kept walking.  She had just passed Mr.  T -(TM)s
Martial Arts Studio, where she normally turned left towards her
neighborhood, when she saw the Channel 5 van pulling up.  She knew the crew
by name now. 

    -�Hi, Maddie, -� she said, having to yell to be heard in the howling
wind.   -�I hope you're not just here to ask me if I'm cold again.  I keep
telling you guys, YES, I'm freakin -(TM) cold. -�

    -�Well, we were definitely curious how you were managing on a day like
this, Betsy, -� Maddie said as Todd, the burly cameraman, quickly got set
up.

    -�I'm doing fine, but I can't stay out in this for very long, so
whatever you want to do needs to be quick. -�

    -�Gotcha.  I promise we'll be quick, and we can give you a ride home
afterwards.  We do have an idea for something different.  Could we talk you
into doing a stand-up? -�

    -�A what? -�

    -�You be the weather correspondent on the scene telling viewers about
what you see around you. -�

    -�Live? -�

    -�No, just tape, so if you make a flub, just keep going and we'll edit
out the mistakes for the six o -(TM)clock. -�

   Betsy might have resisted under other circumstances, but had just
consumed three drinks, displayed her pink parts and kissed Lu-Lu on the
lips so she was in the mood to be adventurous.

   Maddie gave her the microphone, positioned her next to a huge snowdrift
with the college across the street as the backdrop.

    -�Just start whenever you want -�, Maddie yelled over the wind.  
-�Don't worry about mistakes.  We can do several takes and stitch them
together. -�

   Betsy grinned.  The snow was coming down almost sideways, stinging her
skin and blowing her long stocking cap like a flag, but she felt fine. 
More than fine.

    -�This is Betsy Andrews with the Channel 5 Action Cam, -� she emoted in
imitation of TV news announcers.   -�I'm here in front of Avery College,
which has closed down for the day due to the continuing blizzard that you
can see all around me. -� She wasn't sure what else to say, but Maddie was
signaling for her to continue.   -�The forecast is for more of the same
tomorrow, so stay tuned to Channel 5 for school closing and other updates.
If you don't have to go out in this, stay home because this kind of weather
can be dangerous.  I think my pussy may have frozen shut.  Just kidding,
please edit that out.  You probably can't say pussy on TV anyway.  If you
NEED to go out, be prepared and dress warmly.  For example, I'm wearing
these boots -� (here, she held one leg out sideways),  -�and these nice
warm mittens -� (with her free hand she waved to the camera),  -�and don't
forget to wear a hat to help retain body heat!  That's all for now.  This
is Betsy Andrews with Channel 5, Metro Kingsley -(TM)s coolest TV news
station! -�

   She struck a pose grinning at the camera until Maddie cried  -�cut. 
That was wonderful, -� and ran over to embrace her, but as they hugged, a
gust of icy wind took Betsy's hat off and she chased after it knee-deep in
snow, falling face first into a snowbank as she grabbed the hat. 



   What a Girl Will Do for Love, Part 44

   Betsy was shivering uncontrollably as Maddie and Todd helped her into
the van and gave her a ride home.

    -�Don't forget to watch the 6:00 news, -� Maddie said as they pulled
up.

    -�You c-can c-cut the p-pussy p-part, right? -�

    -�For the broadcast, definitely, -� Maddie replied,  -�but I can't
promise it won't show up on a late-night blooper reel.  They do that a lot.
-�

   When she was finally inside again, Betsy took a long, hot bath and
didn't get out until her toes were wrinkled.  When the six o -(TM)clock
news came on, she was in front of the TV with popcorn.  For the first time,
she was utterly delighted without reservation to see herself naked on TV.

   As always, they teased her segment relentlessly, saving it for the end
-- which she now found flattering.  When it finally ran, she was relieved
to see that they had indeed edited out her little joke, but she squealed
when she saw herself hold one leg out to the side to showcase her boots. 
The camera zoomed in -- supposedly to show the boots, but her open pussy
was visible at the top of the frame.  Definitely not frozen shut.  At the
end of the program they used Betsy again, showing her chasing after her hat
and falling into the snow as the credits rolled.  When the program was
over, Betsy replayed the recording, squealing again at the same moment. 
She checked the station -(TM)s website repeatedly, and as soon as the video
was posted she sent the link to Kate.  They weren -(TM)t scheduled to talk
until nine, but Kate called a few minutes later.

    -�That was fantastic, Babe, -� she said,  -�but are you sure you
-(TM)re okay being out in that kind of weather?  I thought you were going
to buy a coat.  I -(TM)m afraid you -(TM)re going to catch pneumonia. -� 

   Betsy had to laugh to herself.  Kate was saying exactly what she wanted
-- yet Betsy was undermining her own strategy.   -�I was, you know, just
pretending that the cold didn -(TM)t bother me, -� she lied,  -�but
actually I was freezing. -� Betsy regretted having to say it this way,
because she was actually proud of how well she endured the cold.

    -�Get a coat, Betsy.  Please tell me you -(TM)ll get a coat tomorrow.
-�

    -�I -(TM)ll . . .  look at coats, -� Betsy said.   -�Actually, Kate, I
have to tell you something.  It -(TM)s not just the coat.  I -(TM)ve been
thinking that I might . . .  stop being a nudist. -�

    -�What??  Betsy did something happen to you?  Are you okay? -�

    -�Yes, I -(TM)m fine, and nothing happened to me.  It -(TM)s just that
. . .  I miss being a normal person.  I don -(TM)t like being the center of
attention. -�

    -�But you love being naked.  How could you give that up? -�

    -�I . . .  I do love it, Kate, I truly do, but I have . . . 
conflicting feelings. -�

    -�This is such a shock, Betsy And after all the trouble we went through
making this possible for you.  But I suppose it -(TM)s your decision. -�

    -�Kate, this is MY decis-- oh, um, thank you for being understanding
about it, Kate.  Part of it is that we -(TM)re going to be seeing my family
soon and I feel really weird being naked in front of my brothers. -�

    -�Yes, well about that, things here are really at a critical moment and
I -(TM)m afraid I -(TM)m going to have to stay a little longer. -�

    -�You -(TM)re going to miss Solstice? -�

    -�I didn -(TM)t say that, Betsy.  It -(TM)s just going to be extremely
tight.  I know it -(TM)s important to you that I meet your family, but-- -�

    -�I thought it would be important to you too. -�

    -�Don -(TM)t put one of your guilt trips on me, Betsy.  You have no
idea the pressure I -(TM)m under.  The things I do for you, like this
nudity thing that you -(TM)re apparently just going to piss away like it
was a whim that you -(TM)ve lost interest in.  And now I have to bust my
ass to make it to your precious little Solstice-in-the-mountains
experience. People celebrate Solstice in the city too, you know, but I
apparently that -(TM)s not good enough. -�

   Betsy was silent.  After a pause, Kate -(TM)s voice had softened again
and she said,  -�Betsy, don -(TM)t cry. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not crying. -�

    -�But, I know I -(TM)ve upset you. -�

    -�I -(TM)m not upset.  I was just thinking that you -(TM)re right.  The
logistics just aren -(TM)t working out so let -(TM)s just decide right now
that you -(TM)re not coming this year.  There -(TM)ll be another
opportunity . . .  perhaps . . .  for you to meet my family. -�

    -�Betsy, I can probably-- -�

    -�No, no, I don -(TM)t want you to do that.  If you come you -(TM)ll
just be worried about work so don -(TM)t come. -�

    -�Well . . .  that would simplify things, but-- -�

    -�So it -(TM)s decided.  Oh, I need to go.  There -(TM)s a movie on TV
that I want to watch.  Bye. -�

   Before Kate could react, Betsy disconnected.  She had no idea what was
on TV.

   In the morning, Avery was closed again, but provincial offices were
open. Betsy had done some research online, but couldn -(TM)t find what she
needed so she -(TM)d made an appointment.  Outside, the snow had subsided
for the moment, but it was still bitter cold with high winds.  Betsy put on
her tennis shoes and ball cap and went out to her car.  She hadn -(TM)t
driven it in a week and had trouble just getting the door open.  She let
out a squeal as she sat her bare bottom on the cold leather seat, but it
was a sensation that she enjoyed.  She turned the ignition and nothing
happened except a faint groan.  Crap.  She had let the car sit too long,
and now it wouldn -(TM)t start in the bitter cold.

   Still sitting in the freezing car, Betsy looked up the address of her
destination on her phone to see how close it was to the elevated train
stops.  Five or six blocks it appeared.  She could do that.  Betsy got out
of her car and began walking to the Avery train station a few blocks away.
Without her boots, she had to be careful where she stepped so she wouldn
-(TM)t get snow on her bare ankles.  Halfway to the train station the wind
whipped her ball cap off and it flew so far she didn -(TM)t try to chase
it. She trudged on, indifferent to the sting of the wind on her bare skin,
her hair swirling like a flag.  The glass-walled shelter at the train stop
was unheated, but at least she was out of the wind. 

   She had to wait 10 minutes for the train, and being rush hour it was
crowded with commuters, who did their best to pretend they weren't looking
at Betsy.  Some of them had no doubt seen her on the news and knew she was
going naked in this weather.  Like the seen-it-all cosmopolitan
sophisticates that they were, however, her fellow travelers left her alone
and tried very hard to focus on their newspapers and celllphones as if this
happened to them every day.

   Betsy studied her phone to be sure she was getting off at the closest
stop.  When it came, she popped out the doors and strode purposefully out
into the worsening blizzard in the center of downtown Kingsley.  The
distance turned out to be six blocks and the wind was worse, whipping among
the high-rise buildings downtown.  When she finally pushed her way through
the revolving door into the Huron provincial office building, Betsy put her
purse and shoes on the security conveyor belt and stepped through the
full-body scanner entirely nude -- still half-expecting she would somehow
set off the alarm.

   Retrieving her purse and shoes, she walked barefoot to elevators among a
crowd of much better dressed government workers.  She got off on the fifth
floor and found the office labeled  -�Department of Diversity -� and went
in.  A guy her age sitting at the reception desk looked up at her in
surprise.   -�It -(TM)s you! -� he exclaimed.

    -�I think so, yes, -� Betsy answered.   -�I have an appointment with a
Ms.  Randall. -�

    -�You do?  Oh, right -- here it is in her calendar. -� He picked up the
phone and sang out,  -�Miss Betsy Andrews is here! -�

   A door behind him opened and a middle aged woman emerged.   -�Betsy, how
nice to finally meet you.  Please do come in. -�

   Betsy made her way back into the office and accepted the seat facing Ms.
Randall -(TM)s desk.  Only then did she start putting on her shoes.

    -�I was absolutely thrilled to get your email, -� Ms.  Randall said,
seating herself behind her desk.   -�You -(TM)re our only nudist in the
northern district. -�

    -�Yeah, I -(TM)ve noticed, -� Betsy said.   -�I -(TM)m sorry to have to
take up your time, but I couldn -(TM)t find the answer to my question on
your website. -�

    -�Oh?  I -(TM)m sorry to hear that.  What can I do for you. -�

    -�I want to withdraw my nudist registration. -�