Finding Goddess Ch. 19

Carol walked back to the office the way she walked out of it: completely naked and in a dazed stupor. She still couldn't believe she had done it. For the second time in a week she ran around naked in public, and this time to people who actually knew her! It was so unreal, the kind of thing you only did in a dream. She would even go so far as to say it was a dream come true.

However, she couldn't quell the nervous palpitations in her heart. She had exposed herself at work. She walked all throughout the office without a stitch of clothing on in front of her coworkers and even went outside, into the public eye, where anyone would be able to see her. She hadn't been by herself either; it was all carried out by the hand of a local celebrity's daughter, and the two of them engaged in a very sexual tryst out in broad daylight. Pictures could be taken, videos could be recorded, rumors could abound. It was a scandal that could not be ignored, and Carol had the distinct impression that her days working with Trilo Publishing were now very numbered. Hell, her days living in Beringall itself were likely very numbered.

But what could she do? Hide in the parking lot and hope it would all blow over? No, it would not blow over. The consequences would come to her whether she faced up to them or not. If Carol was going to be punished for her indecency, then it would be better that she face it head-on like a woman.

And who knows? Maybe she just might bump into Elaine and finally return the favor? Or maybe she would just do it with any of the usual office girls she encountered? Despite her trepidation, Carol could not suppress her grin as the image of the young intern appeared in her mind. Nor could she suppress the excited vibration deep with the depths of her crotch.

Someone walked by her, quickly and hurriedly. From the corner of her vision, the nude woman thought she saw the person shoot a look at her as he or she passed by, but they otherwise made no sign of slowing down. Then another person passed by Carol. Then another and another. People were flooding out of the building in droves, fleeing like rats from a sinking ship. The doors didn't have a chance to close shut as employees rushed out, many waving various flat objects like papers or folders in front of their faces as makeshift fans.

Harold was soon among them, and it was at that moment when Carol finally found it in herself to act. "Hey," she said, grabbing him by the wrist to get his attention. "What's going on?"

Harold stared wide-eyed at her. "Holy shit, Carol, you really did...Jesus...why are you...?" His voiced trailed off as his eyes trailed down, taking in every detail of his coworker's bare and glistening body.

"That's...that's not important," Carol said, waving her hand upward to tell him to look her in the eyes and not in the breasts. "What is going on?"

"Um...well...they decided to end the day early. Something about a delay in the AC repairs...and maybe it was something Elaine Cassidy said or did. So...yeah, we have the rest of the day off."

"Oh. I see."

"Yes. So Carol, will you please tell me why you are..."

"I have to go," said Carol, releasing his hand and stepping towards the doors. "I have to go."

Unbeknownst to her, a ring had formed around Carol as people all around her paused or slowed down to gape at the naked woman standing in their midst. Even those still in the building stopped what they were doing as they saw her approach the door. Her breasts jiggled, her hips swayed, and her skin glowed as sunlight gleamed off the layer of perspiration that dribbled down the shifting curves and crannies of her form. Perspiration and...other fluids that is, if one wanted to get technical.

Carol paid them no mind. She ignored the wide-open eyes, the averted eyes, the happy eyes, the disgusted eyes, and the eyes that tried and failed to act indifferent and casual, stepped into the building, and navigated her way through the office as though she was doing something as normal as trying to retrieve her keys. Because that was precisely what she was doing. They were in the Writer's Room, along with her purse and her phone, all the essentials she would need to take with her if she wanted to get back home. Oh yeah, and there were other things in there like...her clothes.

Carol shivered. Just looking at those rags was enough to make her skin crawl. The way they lied crumpled on the floor, dark and lifeless, reminded her of the decaying corpse of a dead animal she would occasionally find on the side of a road, flattened, ripped open, smelling of death, and covered in buzzing flies. They might not have smelled, and there were no flies around, but they were no less disgusting. Carol didn't want to touch them, let alone put them on her perfect, sacred body.

But she had to. She had to dress. If she wanted to get out of this building, go home, and be a good, normal mother to her kids, she had to put them on. No matter how sick they made her. Though as much as her clothes made her retch, Carol knew she had another problem: she was still horny.

Her pussy was still tingling, her juices were still flowing, and her inner muscles were still throbbing with want, like they were begging, no, clamoring for even the tiniest scrap of stimulation. Elaine's touch had fed them, pulled them from the brink of starvation, but their hunger was not yet sated. She wanted...more. More kisses. More caresses. More licks and strokes and thrusts and schlicks. More orgasms.

But Elaine wasn't here. No girl was here. And the more Carol realized that fact, the more her body tingled, flowed, throbbed, and wanted. Oh crap. I just turned myself on.

She had no choice. She would have to pleasure herself.

"Maybe...maybe I just need another orgasm," she said, taking a seat on one of the chairs. The faux leather felt warm and somewhat sticky on her bare butt cheeks. It was strangely arousing. She leaned back, thrust her sharpened and fully erect nipples in the air, and spread her legs out. She shivered as she felt the sensitive flesh peel apart, felt it all tremble as the warm air flowed into it like a shapeless and amorphous finger. But it would not be enough. She needed a real finger.

So she massaged her pussy and rubbed her clit, gently at first, then with growing intensity as though she was trying to light a fire. She exhaled softly as her tingles grew hotter, bit her lip as her caresses grew wetter. Then she thrust a finger inside, tickled the folds, and curled it up. She sparked. She twitched. She murmured. And she thrust another finger inside.

But she did not orgasm.

***

The feeling of cool air on her bare skin was by far the most amazing thing Mindy had felt all day. Not because she enjoyed how it poured into all the sensitive and erogenous parts of her that were completely exposed now (though she'd be lying if she said she didn't), but because it meant her naked body finally had something to properly hide within. Her exposure was over! That alone was enough to make her want to kiss Megan even though she knew the girl still had something nefarious up her sleeve.

"Okay, we're inside," said Erin. "So can you lend us some clothes already?"

"Ah-ah-ah!" said Megan with mock-reproach, waving her finger at the nude girl for effect. "We still haven't discussed how you will properly pay me for this service. And besides, have you taken a look at yourself recently?"

"What? What's wrong with me?" said Erin as she glanced down at her body.

"You're filthy," said Megan, who was starting to circle the twins. "You're dripping sweat all over the place and you're covered in dirt. Especially here." She proceeded to give her friend a light smack on the rear, knocking off a few particles of dirt and one leaf that had been clinging to it. Erin let out a surprised yelp. "And you're not much better," Megan continued, turning her gaze over to Mindy.

"So you want us to get cleaned up first, is that it?" said Mindy.

"Bingo!"

Mindy sighed, but nodded her head. She couldn't exactly argue against Megan's logic; she wouldn't want to ruin a good set of clothes on someone else's dirty body either.

"And here's what I want you two to do: I want you to go back outside to the backyard, and hose yourselves down with the garden hose."

"Are you freaking out of your mind?" growled Erin. "We can't go back out there like this again!"

"Yeah!" added Mindy. "We came this close to getting arrested not even two minutes ago! I can't go outside again. I can't! I won't!"

"You won't get arrested," Megan said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "We have a fence back there, it's perfectly safe to be nude. Provided the neighbors aren't doing any gardening of course, heh, heh, heh."

The fact that she said as much and chuckled about it so devilishly meant they most certainly were. Mindy shook her head furiously. "No. I...I can't do it. I can't."

"Me'n either!" snorted Erin, crossing her arms defiantly over her chest. "Make us another offer."

"Fine, fine," sighed Megan. "I'll let you use the shower then."

That perked Mindy up. "The shower? Oh thank you, thank you so much!" she spread her arms out in a motion to gratefully hug the brunette.

"On one condition," Megan continued. "You have to take it together."

Mindy froze mid-embrace. "Huh?"

"You heard me. You both have to shower together."

Erin shook her head. "Out of the question."

"Seriously? That's too much for you?" said Megan. "You're sisters! Didn't you used to take baths together?"

"Well...yeah," said Mindy.

"But we were really little kids then," added Erin.

"You're also identical twins! Aren't they supposed to be more touchy-feely with each other than most siblings?"

"I don't know where you heard that, but no!" said Erin.

Mindy couldn't be so sure. "Well, actually, there are studies that say twins are more receptive to—"

"And besides," Megan went on, "I just saw you two laying on top of each other like you were ready for lovemaking!"

Neither Mindy nor Erin had a response to that, other than to both turn red, embarrassingly for the former and with a touch of anger from the latter.

"Fine, fine, maybe making you shower together is a mite too intimate a thing to ask, so I'll add an addendum." At that, Megan reached for the hem of her shirt and began to pull it off.

Erin stiffened immediately. "What the hell are you doing?"

Megan didn't answer her. She only stripped. First she removed her shirt, pulling it up over her head and dropping it to the floor as though it was a useless piece of garbage. Her sandals followed shortly afterward as she kicked them off her feet, and they were soon joined by her shorts once she slid those down the length of her long, toned legs. Now down to her lacy black bra and a matching pair of panties, she wasted no time taking those off as well, unhooking the former from behind her, slipping the latter off her waist, and letting gravity do the rest in liberating her form. Stepping out of the pile of clothing completely naked, Megan showed off a lean, fit figure, taut with rigid muscle, little fat, and rich, caramel-colored skin that glowed evenly across every inch of her body, even on her perky, medium-sized breasts, the globes of her firm posterior, and on both sides of her poofy vulva lips.

"Ah, perfect," she said, stretching herself out and giving her boobs a playful jiggle. "You know, the two of you have the right idea. Who needs clothes on a day like this? Much better to just run around totally naked, don't you think?"

"What...the hell...are you doing?" Erin repeated, her voice lowering to an angry hiss.

"Look, I'm just proposing that...if you two showering together is too icky for you...then I'll make it more bearable by showering with you! It'll then be just like cheerleading practice, right?"

She paused for a moment to hear an answer. She got none. So Megan repeated herself, loudly and more firmly. "It'll be like when we shower after cheerleading practice. Right, Erin?"

"You're unbelievable," growled Erin, and she sauntered off nakedly to the doors leading to the backyard. "I'll do the hose."

Megan and Mindy awkwardly watched her storm off, angrily swaying her ass back and forth every step of the way. "Uh...huh," said the former. "I...didn't expect that. So how about you? Are you going to join her?"

"Um...I'd prefer the shower, if that's still an option," said Mindy, shuffling uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"Okay then. But I'm still going in with you," said Megan.

"O...kay," mumbled Mindy. She didn't fancy being nude in such close proximity to another person, but it was way better than having to go outside in the buff. And besides, Megan would probably be much better company than Erin right now.

Unfortunately, as pleasant as Megan was, stuffing herself in a tight little chamber with the brown-haired girl was still a very uncomfortable experience.

"C'mon, Mindy, you don't need to huddle in the corner like that. Come on, enjoy the water. It feels really good."

The shower was unfortunately a compact little space. Two people could certainly stand in it at the same time, but they would be so close that not touching one another would be completely impossible. Not unless one of them hugged the wall like Mindy was currently doing.

"Seriously, Mindy, it's not a big deal for girls to shower together," said Megan. "Me, your sister, and the rest of the cheer squad do it all the time after practice."

"Do you cram together under a single faucet like a bunch of sardines?" said Mindy, who remained rooted to her spot.

"No. But sometimes we do help clean each other up, so a little touching and bodily contact happens all the time."

"I'm sure it does. But I'd still rather stay here."

"Okay then, have it your way," said Megan with a defeated huff.

Mindy was ready to breathe a sigh of relief at what appeared to be her quick surrender, only to be interrupted when Megan suddenly closed the distance and grabbed her shoulders. For a second, their bodies were pressed awfully close together. So close, the twin could feel the other girl's nipple poking into her own. It was oddly electric and made her surprisingly tingly. Now that she thought about it, it might very well have been the first time she ever felt the tit of another girl who wasn't her sister. She didn't know what to think about that. Not that she had much time to, for it lasted only a second before she was yanked, turned, and shoved under the running water.

"There, is that better?" said Megan, who was standing mostly outside the stream and leaning against the wall. "You've got room to use the shower without me getting my filthy mitts all over you."

"I...guess?" said Mindy.

"Relax, we're both girls, and neither of us is sporting anything we haven't seen before. Especially since you look exactly the same as Erin," said Megan. Her lips curved upward into a smirk as she crossed her arms, looking more like she was casually hanging out at a storefront and not idling nakedly in a shower. "Heh, when we were at the nude beach you were so funny. You were so scared being seen naked by everyone that you spent the whole day up to your neck in the ocean. I'm surprised you didn't become a prune when we pulled you out."

"You don't...get wrinkles in salt water," said Mindy, who was still not very comfortable.

"Not my point," said Megan. "My point is that if you maybe spent more time hanging with us on the beach or mingling with the other nude beachgoers, you wouldn't be so awkward right now. Like your sister was. Even with that stick up her ass, she was able to get over herself eventually."

Megan's smile suddenly dropped and a more serious air fell over her. "Though by the look of things, it would appear it went back in with a vengeance. She, I, and the rest of the cheer squad shower together all the time and she didn't care then. So what's going on with her now?"

"I...no, I don't know," said Mindy. It was a lie of course. She knew exactly what was eating her sister. But she couldn't tell anyone. She made a promise after all.

"It's her boyfriend, isn't it? They got into a fight, right?"

"No...not that I know of," said Mindy with a nervous nibble on her lip.

"She did seem to be acting oddly distant to him on the way home. Heck, she seemed really distant to him for much of the trip. You'd think maybe she'd be all over him at the nude beach and after, but no. If anything, she seemed more interested in that Zenny girl, Brianna."

"You don't say," said Mindy as stoically as she could muster. However, she fully perked up once Megan's words finally registered with her. "Hey, what did you think of the Zenrists anyway?"

Megan shot her an inquisitive look before shrugging her eyebrows. "I couldn't say, really. I had about as much interaction with Brianna as you did. She seemed nice enough, if that's what you're wondering, and she did one heck of a job getting your sister out of her funk at the nude beach. If you want to know about them, you'd have better luck asking Erin."

Mindy sighed. Erin's the last person I want to ask about them, and I doubt she'd tell me a thing.

"Or...maybe you could ask my sister instead," the brunette added.

Mindy looked her in the eye, more intently than she intended. "What does Nancy know about the Zenrists?"

"Dunno. Never asked. She just mentioned having seen a few here and there at college. Said it was the craziest thing seeing some girls just walk around naked everywhere." Her smirk returned and she leaned forward teasingly. "Why? Thinking of joining them?"

"No...it's not me." Who's thinking about it.

Mindy still didn't know what she thought about the prospect of her mother converting to Zenrism. It just seemed like such a big step to take in a short amount of time. She wanted Carol to be happy, but not hasty. But at the same time, maybe it wasn't so hasty? She clearly wanted to live a nude lifestyle, and if the Zenrists would help make her dream come true, why turn it down?

One thing was for sure, though; as petrified as Mindy was about people seeing her in the buff, she didn't really have any qualms against other people frolicking around in their natural states if they so wanted and Carol was no exception. The human body, if well cared for, was a thing of beauty, and Mindy would be lying if she claimed she wanted there to be less beauty in the world. If nothing else, her mom becoming a fulltime nudist would make her own life very interesting. Every moment Carol had been caught naked in their home had been a hoot for the teen, and yesterday's big event was no different.

***

"Menstruating about it won't make it go away, you know."

Mindy slumped down on the old familiar couch with a huff, wishing she was anywhere but here. Erin was in another one of her moods and that meant Mindy would be forced to walk on eggshells for the rest of the day. If she was lucky. More likely, she would be walking on eggshells for the rest of the year, or at least until Erin broke up with her boyfriend, whichever came first. God, why did her sister have to be such a pain? And why did they all have to live in this cramped little apartment? If they had separate rooms, Mindy could at least shut her twin out and do her own thing, leaving Erin to be miserable all by herself. But as it was, Erin's problem had to be Mindy's too, even though it was totally all Erin's fault!

I wish Mom would come home already, she silently grumbled as she laid back. Least maybe then Erin'd pretend everything was fine.

She twitched. Something was moving behind her on the floor. She felt it in her hair. "What was that?" she said, rolling over and sitting on her knees so she could take a better look at what had caused the disturbance. She saw nothing.