My next novel, Love Life of a Naked Girl, is coming extremely soon to Amazon Kindle and paperback.
Love Life of a Naked Girl is the sequel to my hit debut nudist exhibitionist lesbian coming-of-age story Best Friends with a Naked Girl, and charts the further adventures of Lisa and Becky (the 'Naked Girl') of the title in their second year at university.
Below is an extract from early in the book. If you haven't read Best Friends with a Naked Girl yet, I would recommend not reading the following extract; because it is a sequel, it inevitably contains spoilers.
Rolling countryside gradually gave way to the industrial greyness of the outskirts of a large English town. Lisa Meredith watched a view that had become incredibly familiar to her over the last ten months – the approach by train to the city where her girlfriend Becky attended university.
She made this trip whenever she could – in fact, most of her student loan this term seemed to have gone on train tickets. Thank goodness for her railcard – she was really getting mileage out of that! It had been different last year, before the summer – then Becky had practically lived with her, coming down to stay in her room at her halls of residence most weekends. But that had been when Becky had still been living in halls herself – and had a roommate with whom things were, well, a little frosty. Ellie, the roommate, was nothing but lovely to Lisa but even so, sleeping in Becky’s room still felt like an awkward invasion of Ellie’s private space. And with another person in the room, sex wasn’t on the cards - although privately Lisa suspected that had she suggested they do it in front of Ellie, Becky would have given it her all.
That was because Becky was an exhibitionist; specifically, she found being naked outside, in public and ideally where someone could see her, sexually exciting. Lisa didn’t share that thrill, not exactly – the idea of being seen naked by someone other than Becky filled her with mortifying embarrassment, not sexual arousal. But she had come to understand that being a part of Becky’s exhibitionist adventures; being the witness and accomplice to her girlfriend stripping off and exposing herself without a care in the world, was for Lisa incredibly exciting in itself. And so, their relationship had bloomed. They had gone from childhood friends to lovers and, now, a fully-fledged, long-term couplehood; the girl who liked to get naked, and the girl who liked to watch her.
Not for the first time on these train journeys, Lisa found her mind wandering back to the first time she and Becky had taken a train trip together as girlfriends. That had been in the first week of this year, and less than a fortnight after Lisa had stood in a pub car park, her body shaking, eyes brimming, and told Becky that she loved her – a secret passion she had been carrying with her for months. To her incredible surprise, Becky had responded with a similar confession; in fact, she’d been in love with Lisa for something like two years, but had been afraid to tell her for fear that she wouldn’t feel the same, and their friendship would end.
It had seemed so shocking and strange that outgoing, pretty, confident Becky would spend so long nursing her crush, afraid to ever act on it – but Lisa had come to understand that her girlfriend had a secret vulnerability to her which hardly ever came on show. Gorgeous Becky O’Neill, who every boy in school had lusted after, was actually a deeply complex young woman with a truly unique personality and an appetite for behaviour which many would consider, well, weird.
Take her appetite for nakedness, for example. While Becky found being seen or risking being seen naked, to be sexually exciting, she also just flat out preferred to be naked; she was more physically comfortable, and emotionally happy, with her clothes off than on. Lisa rather felt that if her girlfriend could, she would ditch her clothes for good and go naked for the rest of her days – and if Becky did do that, she wouldn’t be complaining. Her lover had a beautiful body, curvy in the right places, with soft, smooth skin; nude, she almost glowed. Lisa loved seeing her girlfriend in the nude and she was never short on opportunities to do so.
She’d come to realise, too, that Becky’s desire to remain nude whenever she could was probably one reason why, since they’d started back at university in September, Lisa had been visiting her much more often than she’d been visiting Lisa. For Becky had left halls at the end of last term and was now living in a shared student house. As luck would have it she had managed to find herself a bunch of housemates who were much more accepting of her feelings vis-à-vis clothing and the not wearing of it around home, and so she seemed to have a little bit of reluctance to leave that little oasis of acceptance and come to see Lisa, who was living with her own choice of housemates who all preferred that Becky not roam around in the altogether when she came to stay.
She didn’t really mind, Lisa told herself. It was just money; she didn’t have a lot of it but she was happy to spend it if it put her and Becky together. What was important was being able to spend time with Becky, to be physically close to her; to touch her, hold her, kiss her. To make love…
It was following that original train journey that she and Becky had first slept together. In the first week or so of their relationship, things between them had been uncharacteristically chaste. They had lain close to one another, held hands beneath the dinner table when Becky had joined Lisa’s family for a post-Christmas lunch, and had kissed often and happily. Lisa felt she would never forget the first true, full kiss she shared with Becky: if the world had come to an end in its entirety, then and there, Lisa would have ceased to exist with no regrets, because she had at last kissed the girl she loved, and who loved her back.
But the world didn’t end, it went on, and so Lisa and Becky found, now, that they were negotiating the waters of an actual relationship. Both longed for sex, but neither knew how to initiate it. Lisa had gone to bed with a girl before, as had Becky, but both under wildly different circumstances as this, and the unfamiliarity had made both girls reluctant to make the first move. With the end of the Christmas holidays approaching, both had resisted the inevitable parting of a return to their respective campuses, and they had arranged instead for Becky to go back with Lisa and stay with her a while until the next term proper started.
On their way to stay together in the same bedroom, in the same bed, it had finally become impossible to avoid the evolution of their relationship to be a sexual one; although still, both had been afraid. Only in returning to an act of exhibitionism had they been able to break down that final barrier and conquer their fear. At Lisa’s instruction, Becky had removed her clothes on the train and walked the length of the train carriage naked. It had been impossible to hide her nudity from the other people sitting in the carriage, and she had felt a dozen pairs of eyes or more taking in her bare breasts, her naked bottom, her exposed (and at that time smooth-shaven) cunt. The eroticism of the moment had overwhelmed her, and when she had returned to where she and Lisa had been sitting, Lisa had embraced her, kissing her full on the mouth and caressing her, pressing a hand to her uncovered slit, feeling the wetness the activity had brought on. They were afraid to cross the line between friends and lovers no longer.
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Becky had dressed hurriedly in the train carriage, but she was itching to shed her clothes again – and aching for Lisa’s touch. They’d practically run from the train, hand in hand, into a waiting taxi, and as the cab pulled into traffic they had fallen into kisses more powerful and urgent than any they had shared before. Ignoring the disapproving glances of the taxi driver, they kissed passionately, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, hands everywhere. When they arrived at Lisa’s halls of residence, Becky had thrown a fistful of coins into the driver’s outstretched hand and then they had been running again, down the entrance driveway and into the buildings, along corridors and upstairs before arriving finally at the plain brown door of Lisa’s room. Lisa had fumbled with the key and then they were through, their bags abandoned still in the corridor, Becky pulling her shirt off over her head as they fell onto the bed, and each other.
Becky was naked in a flash and rolled with Lisa on the bed as the latter fumbled to remove her own clothes. Soon they were skin to skin, any self-consciousness Lisa might have had about her own nudity forgotten in her passion for Becky. Kisses to the mouth became kisses to the neck and then, delightfully, down the body, as Lisa kissed Becky’s beautiful breasts, taking a firm, puckered nipple into her mouth and sucking with pleasure. But Becky was no passive doll and soon she was planting her own kisses on Lisa’s body, causing her lover to shiver with delight.
Fingers provoked wetness and then, at last, Lisa tasted Becky for the first time, plunging face-first between her girlfriend’s open legs, lost in the sight and the scent of her, tongue pressing against the warm, sweet, wet lips of her labia, licking and stimulating her clit and hearing Becky squeak and gasp with pleasure, raising her hips, pressing her sex forwards, eager for more. She came, her first ever climax at Lisa’s touch, barely moments later – but they were only beginning.
They’d made love all night, breaking off to cuddle beneath the thin eiderdown on Lisa’s small single-person bed, dozing a while before one or the other would awaken and with kisses or with a touch, they would begin again, hazy from sleep but blissfully happy and aroused.
To her secret delight, Lisa, who had so often felt (and been) inexperienced and virginal next to Becky during their teens, discovered that when it came to all the pleasure one woman could give another, she was infinitely more educated than Becky. Skilled though she was, her lover’s knowledge, gleaned from a single threesome and from some adolescent experimentation with a girl met on holiday, began and ended with turn-taking oral sex – but Lisa had benefited from a night’s education from Jacqui, a much more sexually confident student who lived on the same block as her, and who had taken it upon herself to impart as much of her own experience to Lisa as possible, and leaving Becky wide-eyed, flush-faced and gasping in astonished ecstasy.
But for all that the two did together, it was clear that exhibitionist behaviour that still held a special thrill for Becky. The residence halls were quiet in those first few days, most of the students having not yet returned, and those who had were too preoccupied with essays and revision for upcoming exams to be out and about much. So more than once, in the dead of night or the early hours of the morning the two girls had walked around the grounds of the halls, Lisa bundled up in a coat and boots but Becky, in spite of the January chill, completely naked, her clothes left daringly back in Lisa’s room. They saw no others on these walks, but the simple risk of being caught, and the strange dichotomy between Becky’s exposure and Lisa’s covered body, was enough to stimulate ever more lust and desire between the two; lust which they had no option but to sate – mostly back in Lisa’s bedroom but, more than once, out in the open air, the clothed Lisa kneeling before her nude lover, mouth stimulating her cunt, while Becky clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle moans of ecstasy that might well lead to their discovery.
Love Life of a Naked Girl will be published in the second week of January 2019.
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