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At thirteen years old, standing just over 5’ tall, having grown up free from most inhibitions, Saturday afternoon used to be one of Julie Davies’ favourite times of the week. Now it was giving her anxiety like she had never experienced before.

Julie’s parents were committed naturists and she and her younger sister Emma were almost always naked at home, as were their parents. Fortunately Julie’s dad held down a well-paying job as their heating bills tended to be rather high. Sometimes they’d put some clothes on so as not to offend visitors they referred to as “textiles”, but they soon undressed again afterwards.

Saturday afternoons had long seen the family visit the local nudist swimming club, with the social atmosphere being as important as the exercise. Julie had become friendly with a girl named Sarah, who at fourteen was just a year older than she was herself. They used to run around without a care in the world or a stitch between them. Emma used to splash in the pool with a few of the other young kids, but it was Julie and Sarah who develop quite a robust friendship bond, so much so that they spent a lot of time together away from the swims.

As kids do, they started to hit puberty. It didn’t seem to bother Sarah at all, but Julie did become a little more self-conscious. The few blonde pubic hairs that had started to appear, she removed with tweezers, but her sprouting boobs were not so easily hidden. Sarah, being a redhead, elected to keep her pubes and show them off, even more so as she was less well endowed in the chest department. It made her feel a little more “grown up”. Puberty was definitely having an effect on the duo’s outlook on public nudity.

Puberty, with all its pitfalls and new feelings, was not the main reason for Julie’s anxiety, though.

The swimming club they attended had always met at an ageing sports block at the local hospital. The building was jaded, urgently in need of refurbishment, but as usual, the bean counters protested that funds were simply not there for the extensive work that was required. One example was that the pool had no steps, only ladders for accessing it. This made it difficult for some of the elderly members of the club and the secretary had been forced to turn away disabled membership applications as the club had not got suitable facilities.

Long discussions by the committee who wanted the club to be as inclusive as possible and a decision had been taken to instead rent the pool owned by the local secondary school instead. Julie and Sarah’s secondary school. The move was made in July as the school closed for the summer break. The two friends had not said anything to their parents, but had spoken with each other about who of the staff might be involved in supervising the booking and whether they’d be recognised as pupils of the school.

Sarah’s older brother Craig had stopped going to the club for a while, but at 18 and having recently left school announced he’d be going that afternoon, so Sarah was mostly relaxed as the two families converged for some friendly exercise and to indulge in their shared passion of naturism.

Sarah’s family, the Carters, had already started disrobing when the Davies clan joined them. The two girls found a corner and gradually stripped whilst chattering away at what they had missed in the few hours since they last spoke. Sarah couldn’t resist a glance at her brother having not seen him nude for a few years. She saw a decent sized cock with fully depilated pubic hair, the same as her parents. A fleeting thought ran through her head as she realised she was now the only one in her family with hair “down there” and wondered briefly if she should follow the trend.

Soon the girls were naked and, without waiting for the rest of their families, scuttled through the changing room so as to dive into the pool. They had decided that the water provided the most cover while they checked the lay of the land and found out which, if any, staff might be acting as lifeguards.

Having a male member of staff seeing them naked was not a pleasant prospect, so when they found Miss Chiswick, an attractive, tall brunette member of the sports facility, to be the only one there was somewhat of a relief. Oddly dressed in a blazer, trainers and a modest swimsuit, Helen Chiswick had been at the school a year and taught neither of the two students, though she vaguely recognised their faces.

Julie saw the staff member not her way in acknowledgment, then stroll away to the shallow end to assist an elderly gentleman as he descended the steps into the pool. After informing Sarah, who’d been looking the other way, the two girls relaxed and resumed the swimming/splashing routine that was their Saturday highlight.

At one break in frivolity, Sarah did ask Julie if she should shave her vulva like the rest of her family, but Julie just smiled and replied “You do you, girl.”

The duo raced lengths, held their breath underwater, and splashed their way therough the next two hours until it was time to go and they had to climb out. Suddenly it became their school again and both independently thought how different it would be when they returned to their studies in September, with bathing suits a necessity.

Once showered and dried off, they fetched their clothes out of the the two met by the vending machine and analysed their experience. “Well, at least it wasn’t a male staff member.” ventured Julie.

“I know, still feels strange knowing a teacher has seen our tits, even if she was female.” countered Sarah.

“Yeah, I waited till she was round the other side before I got out, but even then, she’s sheen my tits and ass.” giggled Julie.

Just as she’s said it, Miss Chiswick came round the corner.

“Hello Miss, will it always be you on Saturdays?” Julie asked her.

“Call me Helen on Saturdays, but it’ll have to be formal again when school is back, “the young teacher replied, “Yes, pretty much me unless I’m ill.”

The two friends have a relieved smile as Miss Chiswick was called away to sort an issue with a locker.

Despite Julie’s initial fears, it was she who left for home the more relaxed; it hadn’t been a male teacher and Miss Chiswick.. Helen.. hadn’t made a big deal of things at all. Indeed, her confidence was boosted to the extent that, without really thinking, she decided to leave her panties in her bag and head home commando. It wasn’t so much sexual as curiosity, wondering how she’d feel with fresh air wafting up her skirt to her shaven charms. She didn’t think her bestie even noticed.

That feeling of having “got away” with doing something naughty lasted until about ten minutes after her family arrived back. There was a knock at her bedroom door and before Julie could reply, Emma walked in, holding a pair of knickers. “I did the same as you, “ she giggled.

“I was hot” Julie blustered, realising she’d been seen after all.

Emma laughed and called out as she turned to leave “I wasn’t!”.

Headed home with her own family, Sarah had a lot on her mind. She was wondering if she should shave her newly-grown ginger pubes to “fit in” But would it leave her looking like a younger girl again, did she even want every fold of her labia exposed to anyone who glanced her way.

The other thing she could not escape was the warmth and wetness between her legs that she’d never experienced before at a naturist meet. But then she’d never before been seen in the buff by someone from her “normal” life.

She was grateful for her brother being in an intense conversation with her parents about something or other, enabling her to work her way through her feelings and fix her mind on the itch she really needed to scratch in the privacy of her own room once they got back. Her pussy was soaked.

The morning after the night before.

Sunday morning saw the Mr and Mrs Carter grab a picnic, of sorts, and head off into the country to take advantage of the weather. They didn’t even try and wake either of their teenagers. Not only would the trip not interest them, but both their offspring felt a lie in on Sunday to be a divine entitlement.

Of the two, it was Sarah who made it to the kitchen first, grabbing a fizzy drink in one hand whilst switching the kettle on for a coffee with the other. She was really dehydrated after her pussy had squirted jet after jet from jilling herself to oblivion. She made a mental note to change the bed and get the sheets washed before her parents returned. She’d had orgasms before, but nothing like these!

Her pleasant memories were brutally interrupted as her brother went straight to the point. “That’s quite a ginger tuft you’ve got going on there, sis”

“Oh sod off!” came the irritable reply.

“You should go for the clean shaved look like the rest of us. It’s common with naturists, anyway.”

“I’d look like a little girl with the size of my tits.” Sarah moaned.

“Nah, you’re getting curvier hips now.”

Sarah’s dehydrated brain finally got moving and she picked up her coffee cup and headed back to her room, having decided this was a conversation she did not want with her brother.

When Julie woke, around the same time, she found her parents were outside doing some work on the garden they adored. So she took the opportunity to have a word with her sister.

“What are you playing at not wearing knickers?” she demanded.

“Not like it’s the first time.” Emma giggled.

“Hell, you’re eleven, you don’t have to copy everything I do. You’ve only just done primary school.” She realised Miss Chiswick wouldn’t have known her at the swim, but there was a decent chance she’d remember her when she started secondary school in September.

“Hey, it was only three times. I’d done a deal with Harry Baker that involved me getting to hold his willy, but he said I had to leave my panties off for three days.”

“Did he keep his end of the bargain? Did you hold it?”

“Not for long,” her little sister laughed. “It throbbed and my fingers got all sticky!”

Even Julie couldn’t keep a straight face at that.

Emma enjoyed the moment, then continued. “Though I don’t plan on going to school without them again, I’m not packing any for future nudie swims. They always end up damp from where I haven’t dried or drop them on the wet changing room floor. It’s pointless. I’m not asking mom or dad, I’m just going to do it. I can put my nightie on (or not) when I get home.” There were times when having a naturist family came in useful.

“Okay” agreed Julie. “Our secret!”

On the other side of town, Helen Chiswick was busy. Her first task had been to tinker with the wording on The Freedom Naturist Group’s contract with the college. They’d done the first week “on trust”, but she’d get the committee to approve the document from then on. The Financial Director had sent down a draft document, but some minor changes were needed.

Cameras were now needed in “all” instead of “public” areas, with school officials (she was one) to have access to any footage which could be “used only for” school records viewing. As soon as it was ratified, the nubile P.E. teacher pretty much had ownership of whatever was recorded.

When she’s volunteered to supervise these sessions, she’d envisaged a bunch of wrinkly old men. Never in her dreams did imagine there be current students in there.

Once the contract was ready for signing, she needed to identify the two or three girls she’d seen there. Faces alone weren’t good enough for her plan, she needed names and addresses. Going through the student roster took a little while, but eventually she had the names and addresses of two of the younger girls. Julie Davies was a bonus, but she’d admired Sarah Carter from afar for the whole of her year at the school. That she’d appeared naked at a swim was really her dream come true. She’d not seen her pussy yet, but somehow she suspected it would only be a matter of time.

Two others were of interest, a blonde and a southern asian girl, but they were not in the system. Improved recordings the following wek would help. So, she ordered a cctv system online which she’d add to the girls changing room as soon as it cam. This could be linked to her phone. She doubted her new, revised contract would defend her voyeurism in a court of law, but had every reason to believe it would never get that far.

Shortly after midday, Sarah asked Julie to join her in the local park. Julie thought she’d better check with her parents, who were in the back garden. She saw her mom first, almost comically dressed in gardening gloves, hiking boots and nothing else.

Aged only 33 herself, Jenny Davies had long since lost any trace to tan lines. She kept her blonde hair short. Het c cup breasts did sag a little, but not in a bad way and she had lasered her sex so no hair would grow ever again. Her mound was as brown as the rest of her. Her mom was quite happy for her to go out, but checked with her dad first. Her dad was in a man’s thong, only under sufferance due to a neighbour’s complaint.

It was rare she got the two of them together as they worked so many hours, so after getting their blessing to hang out with her friend, she gathered her courage and asked…

“Mom, Dad, can I ask an awkward question?”

“Sure darling.” her mother replied.

“Well, you know you are both into naturism and against modesty, how would you feel if Emma and I gave up underwear?”

“Your sister too?” asked her dad.

“Look, if you want to, that’s ok with your dad and I, just be careful.” her mother overrided. Her dad nodded a few seconds later.

“Thanks. It’s just nicer under a skirt.” Julie emphasised.

Once she had their blessing – to go out too – she went back to Emma’s room, opening her chest of drawers and emptying her underwear into a black sack.

“Hey, what are you fdoing?” cried her shocked sibling.

Julie relayed the conversation and said “This is the chance. Want to join me?” Emma nodded enthusiastically.

The siblings then went to Julie’s room, and the laundry basket, plus any radiator where lingerie had been drying and emptied every single lingerie item into the sack. For their part, Jenny and Rob Davies smiled and hugged. Their daughters were going to follow their uninhibited lifestyle.

Bins were emptied on a Monday, and with that, the Davies household became underwear-free apart from thongs for Rob in the garden.

Is there going to be more, I hope?

Real fun premise. Love seeing different lifestyles collide.

A nice set-up. Keep it coming, I'm wondering where this might lead!

When Two Worlds III

When Saturday Comes.

“Sarah was sitting in the park on a bench which faced another. She smiled and motioned Julie sit opposite her.

As they did, Sarah stated, “Okay, I didn’t expect to feel this way, but swimming naked at our school is strangely exciting.”

“I know what you mean. But I’m glad none of the boys in our classes are part of the swim group.”

“It’ll certainly be strange when we go back knowing we’ve been naked in certain places.” They both laughed.

“Julie,” Sarah reintroduced a prior question hesitantly, “Random question. Do you think I should shave like you do?” The recent conversation that she’d abruptly ended with her brother was always going to be one she’d have with Julie. Not having a sister, Julie was the next best thing. They were certainly as close as any siblings.

“I don’t know. I like it as I feel as exposed as I can be. But then again, I don’t have awesome red hair like you.”

Sarah laughed “At least people know I don’t dye my hair.”

They debated the pros and cons of the young redhead’s vaginal plumage, before Sarah decided she’d go for a landing strip as a compromise.

“Have you made up your mind finally?” Julie probed.

“I guess you’ll find out when Saturday comes.” replied Sarah reasingly.

The news of Julie’s underwear coup also shocked and excited Sarah, who insisted on having a quick flash as proof.. She wondered if she had the guts to do the same.

As the conversation rambled on, they did also agree that the swim group moving to the school made everything seem so much more daring and heightened the sensations relating to what they did. At the old sports hall, it was as if their naturism belonged to a different world and the could separate it from their daily lives. Now, the lines that separated their naturist activities from normal school life were blurring.

Jen and Rob Davies had a spring in their step after their conversation with their eldest daughter. It wasn’t so much not wearing underwear, but they saw a relaxing of the initial shyness that often comes with puberty. The garden became less onerous a task and more of a pleasure to do, and they were soon inside with a cup of tea each, with Rob’s thong ( a nod to decency towards their neighbours) cast aside almost immediately.

At the forefront of their conversation was discussing holiday options for the summer and they were so engrossed discussing the options they barely noticed Emma enter the living room.

“Hey, just wanted to warn you that Jas and Tina are coming round. Can I close the door on you?”

“Of course.” replied her mother, a faint smile crossing her lips. Not everyone was accepting of their lifestyle.

Shortly after, the doorbell went and the couple were almost deafened as Emma and her friends thundered up the stairs.

“You swam naked in school?” asked Tina incredulously. “That’s awesome.”

“Yes, but it can’t go further.” Answered Emma seriously. “Why don’t you come with us next week?” Tina shook her head. Although the idea was intriguing, she was not yet at the point of indulging herself, having not purchased any “brave” pills.

Jas, or Jasminder, also tried to encourage her friend. “T, it really was good. First time I’ve been, but I’m hooked.”

Emma had been trying for months to get her closest friends to join her swim without success. It was only the fact that the location changed that appealed to Jas’ sense of bedevilment. To Jas also, with the swim being so local, it became, somehow, more real.

After a while, Tina announced she was needed at home, so Emma came down to let her out of the side door.

“Emma, is that you?” called her mother.

Emma stuck her head in the living room door as her answer.

“We’ve been discussing holidays and have found a lovely villa in Spain. It sleeps six, so each of you two could invite a friend if you like? But you know what sort of resort it is.”

“Jas might,” said Emma, thinking aloud. “I’m pretty sure Tina wouldn’t though.” she smirked.

“Would you like to ask her?

“What now? Hang on”, and Emma ran back up the stairs.

She relayed the offer to Jas, who came back with what seemed like a million questions. “Where?” “When?” “How long?” “Nude all the time?” and so on.

Emma put her hand up to slow the flow of questions relating to things she didn’t know.
“Come down and ask them.” she said.

”Are they, you know…?”

“Well it’s not like you’ve not seen them like that already!” retorted Emma defensively.

“Okay”, and the two teens headed down.

Jas didn’t feel the most at ease she’d ever been in her life, but the desexualised atmosphere gradually saw her relax and Emma’s parents patiently gave her all the details she needed. “I’d have to ask my mom.” Jas’ father had found himself a younger woman a few years back, taking her two brothers with him, and her mother had been left to bring the girl up alone.

“There’d be no cost to you.” Jen insisted, the villa won’t cost us any more and we’ll cover your flights.” That was a relief to Jas as she knew money was tight at home. Finally she nodded and said that she’d love to join them, subject to her mom’s approval, but that she could never tell her about the nudist element.

“No problem.” Emma’s dad chimed in. It was a happy Jas who made her way home a little later. It had been years since she had been on any sort of holiday. As she thought about it, she also realised that for most of the conversation, she’d pretty much forgotten that she was talking to two naked adults. Surreal!

“Thank you for asking her.” Emma stressed very sincerely. Her parents smiled, knowing they had pleased both their daughter and one of her best friends.

“I’m going to go back to wearing less at home too. I may have been overdressed recently. The swims are good fun. I did go off them for a while, but I’m actually looking forward to Saturday coming. Her parents nodded approval. They had noticed the clothes, but left it to their daughter to work through it in her mind at her own pace.

Helen Chiswick had been impatient all morning as she waited for her delivery to arrive. When it finally did, she headed over to the sports hall and installed the three pinhole cameras that came with it. She smiled when she saw how difficult they’d be to spot. One fitted just behind the vents in a locker door. Removing the key so the locker became out of service, she then stuck he remaining two in corners of the changing room where they looked for all the world like burglar alarm sensors.

After testing the system did indeed upload to her phone, she came away from her workplace in a very confident mood. Helen was very much a lesbian in denial. She wore her dark hair long, flashy earrings when not involved in sport and unless acting as lifeguard, always wore a tennis skirt for work, showing off her long, tanned, and shapely legs.

She was the focus of many a male eye in the school – not that any of them ever stood a chance. To that end, she wore an engagement ring on the relevant finger which scared most off from even trying their luck.

When Two Worlds Collide IV

Having fun at the start of the main school summer holidays meant that the following Saturday seemed to roll round a lot faster. Sarah had finally made her mind up what to do about her ginger bush, so spent a long time in the bathroom carefully removing all but a thin line down – a runway of sorts. She dithered for a little while about the curly hairs underneath, covering her intimate parts, but, thinking of Julie’s totally bald exposure, she applied to razor vary carefully to all the delicate folds of skin until all traces of hair had gone.

A few streets away, her great friend Julie was also touching up her shaven areas. Was there a subconscious telepathy between the two? Sarah’s willingness and ability to join the Davies family on their upcoming holiday was confirmed in just a quich telephone. There really was never any doubt.

Emma was reassuring Jas who’d had a little self doubt, despite attending the week before. Running into a teacher supervising the swim had shaken her confidence despite Emma insisting it was always likely to happen and that Miss Chiswick would be bound by confidentiality regulations.

Jas, for her part, worried her short and curlies were not short enough, but didn’t dare do anything drastic as if her mother ever found out, she’d be thrown out. Her mother was very straight-laced and though she’d never try and catch her daughter unclothed, she did have a tendency to just walk into bedrooms without knocking first. Emma greed that for now, just a slight trim might be in order – ah, naturist problems!

But of the all the preparations that were going on, it was the young teacher who was most deeply concentrating to make sure everything went according to plan. Last minute checks to her new camera additions revealed no technical glitches. In truth, Helen was quite surprised that the school had no cameras in the changing rooms, given that there was a fire exit at the rear and the propensity for teenage girls to misbehave. Still, she thought, it had played right into her hands.

Finally, Saturday came round and the Davies’ and the Carters met up in the school car park. The two best friends went straight for the changing rooms where they quickly stripped and Sarah turned to show her new pubic artwork.

About half way through the session, Julie felt the need to use a toilet, and headed towards the Ladies changing room. Helen saw her go and gradually, so as not to make it obvious, worked her way round the pool, making sure everyone thought she was taking her lifeguard duties seriously.

She then slid into the changing room herself and met Julie just as she came out of one of the stalls at the back. With a smily demeanour, she said Hi,, then engaged conversation with the younger girl. “Hey, I didn’t realise you were a regular as this thing. I thought maybe you’d just done it as a one off last week?”

Julie was more than a little embarrassed and it was only the fact that she’d grown up around naturists that stopped her covering up. But she looked Miss Chiswick in the eye and replied. “Yes, I’ve always been a part of this, my family too. It does seem strange with the meet held in college though. I trust you can keep it to yourself when school restarts. The two worlds have always been separate.”

“I think we can come to some arrangement on that.” the young teacher smiled rather vaguely.

Julie was a little perturbed at that and went back in the pool, giving Sarah a friendly wave, before they met in the middle of the pool trading water, where Julie started relaying the awkward conversation she’d just been a part of to her friend.

“What did she mean by that?” Sarah wondered out loud.

“I don’t know, but she’s too creepy for my liking.” As she said it, she could feel Miss Chiswick’s eyes boring into the side of her head and was glad she and Sarah had had their conversation well away from the sides of the pool.

They relaxed again after a few minutes, though both agreed to monitor the situation and be very careful about what they spoke about when the brunette was anywhere near them. Towards the end of the session, Julie found herself being summoned to the changing room for a private word with the young teacher.

“I thought you might want to have a look at this.” as she handed the naked girl her phone. On it, a video was playing. It was a short compilation of Julie herself, edited roughly from the footage captured by the new cameras. Most other peeople there had been edited or had their “private parts” blurred out, but Julie was the intended star of the show and the video showed everything! One highlight for Helen at least, was where Julie had been goosed in the pool and barely raised an objection.

“You’d lose your job if that video got out.”

“Yes, I would, wouldn’t I, but I’m only here for the next year at most as my partner and I are emigrating. You, on the other hand, will never live it down all through your schooldays and beyond.”

Julie realised that what her teacher had said was absolutely true. She’d be the one to come off worst, as she imagined the laughter and sneering behind her back everywhere she went. Then, she imagined every boy in the school knowing exactly what she looked like underneath her school uniform.

“Okay, what do you want?” she demanded.

“Oh don’t be all stroppy, I just want to play a few little games.”

“Like what?” demanded Julie, getting annoyed now.

“There may be times when I make you somewhat underdressed. I won’t promise that your modesty will be maintained, but I can promised that any situations will be far less embarrassing than the whole school seeing those naked videos.”

Julie looked understandably concerned. “What sort of situation? Give me an example.”

“Okay.” the teacher agreed and with that, pushed the naked teen through the fire door at the rear of the changing room and promptly closed it behind her.

As Julie stood blinking in the sunlight, trying to cover her boobs and kitty with her hands, she wondered if she should have just called Miss Chiswick’s bluff and faced the consequences.