It was the summer of 1980, and Rose was on a road trip before heading to college. She was an attractive eighteen-year-old with red hair, green eyes, and light freckles dusting much of her body. She had planned to go with her boyfriend, but they had already broken up. He ended things with her a week ago, and his words still hurt. He told her she was no fun and too immature for a man like him, a child who still plays with her little dolls.
He said that because she wouldn’t have sex with him. He was the immature, childish one. Rose was scared; she wasn’t ready or comfortable with that yet. He kept pushing until he had had enough and broke up with her. If he had only waited, she would’ve given him what he wanted on the trip. Not because it was what she wanted, but to make him happy.
Things between them never went beyond second base, and sometimes, when they went swimming, she let his hand slide inside her bikini top while they were making out. When things got too heated, she would push him away. Not that she didn’t like it, but he was too eager, roughly grabbing her breasts until they hurt and killing the mood.
Rose planned to skip the trip, but a dream encouraged her to go. During the trip, she met someone who made her very happy, and she fell in love with them. The dream didn’t reveal who the person was or where they would meet on the trip. Rose felt refreshed, packed her bags, and decided to go.
The dream was caused by Belinda’s spell, showing what might happen if she took the trip. It didn’t force her to go; that decision was hers alone, and she didn’t want to spend her last summer at home, crying and feeling down. Rose didn’t believe the dream was a prophecy, but it did give her hope.
After a day of driving and a night in a cheap hotel, she drove down an isolated road. It was rewarding, but also a little lonely. She wished her friends were there, but knew this was a journey she had to take alone. Last night in bed, she touched herself mostly out of boredom. Some people, like her ex, never realize that even a good girl desires sexual pleasure, and sometimes they do masturbate. They just don’t tell anyone about it, and for Rose, it was something she occasionally did.
Her car started acting up, and she had to pull over to the side of the road. Rose felt herself beginning to panic; the nearest town was miles behind her, and she couldn’t call anyone for help. When she spotted a dirt road twenty feet down, it gave her a glimmer of hope. Maybe it led to someone’s house, and they could help her.
She decided the dirt road might be her best option and walked a short distance to a clearing where several cars were parked. A sign with large, bold black letters read ‘Glendale Nudist Camp,’ and below it, ‘No men or clothing allowed.’ Rose looked at the sign, confused, and wondered what it meant.
Rose didn’t know what a nudist was or why clothes weren’t allowed inside the camp. She didn’t want to break the rule, but it was an emergency. Surely, they wouldn’t mind if she broke that one under the circumstances. Feeling a little frightened, she walked down the trail by the sign until she saw a building.
The building was the office where people checked in and undressed before heading to the main campground. Rose knocked on the door, hoping someone there could help her or let her use a phone. When a black woman who was a little on the heavy side opened the door completely naked, Rose turned her head in embarrassment.
Mable was in her fifties and saw herself as BBB, meaning big, black, and beautiful. She had large breasts, dark brown eyes, cute, chubby cheeks, and skin that radiated a glowing beauty. The woman felt no shame about her body or about being naked. The girl standing in front of her wasn’t from the camp and couldn’t have been more than eighteen years old. The girl was quite attractive, Mable thought, as she glanced over her body.
She admired the girl’s breasts and the shade of red her face had turned when she saw her naked. Mable smiled brightly before asking, “Can I help you?”
“You’re naked,” Rose said, horrified, refusing to make eye contact with the woman.
“This is a nudist camp. We believe the body is natural, and there is no shame in showing it. Here, we live as God made us, without the constraints of clothing or the foolish idea that binds us. All our members are Goddesses in different shapes, sizes, and colors,” Mable said proudly.
She raised her head and looked at the woman, finally understanding what a nudist was. They didn’t believe in wearing any clothes, and she saw some sense in that. Sometimes she wished she didn’t have to wear clothes, especially bras. They were uncomfortable, didn’t always fit just right, and were a pain to wear. If she could get away with it, she wouldn’t wear them at all.
Still feeling a little uneasy about the woman’s nudity, she looked into her eyes and smiled. Remembering a few facts helped her handle it better. It wasn’t her first time being around someone nude, and there were no boys present. Behind closed doors, women often change their clothes in front of each other without shame or embarrassment.
Putting the awkwardness of the situation behind her, Rose said, “My car broke down, and I was wondering if you could help me or provide me with a phone I could use.”
“There is no phone here, but we have one in the main campground. Beth, one of ours, is a mechanic, and I am sure she would help you fix it,” Mable said with a mischievous grin.
She didn’t exactly lie to the girl; there wasn’t a phone in the building they were in, but there was a walkie-talkie. A plan formed in her mind, and she wanted to see if she could get this young, attractive woman to undress. Besides being a nudist camp, it was also a place where lesbians and bisexual women could meet.
During that time, it could be difficult for some gay people to meet, so some placed ads in adult magazines. The owner of the Glendale Nudist Camp did the same, and seven women responded to her ad. Some had never had sex with another woman and had only dreamed of it. After seeing the ad in their husbands’ or boyfriends’ magazines, they gave in to their desires and joined the camp.
Mable wasn’t like those other women and had an affair with a girl when she was younger. When she was nineteen, she had worked as a maid for a wealthy white woman, and one night the boss’s daughter seduced her. The affair lasted several months until the girl went off to college. She was married at the time and hadn’t been with another woman since until she came to this camp.
Her lover was a redhead, just like the girl, but this time the roles would be reversed. She smiled before replying, “There is something you should know before heading to the main campground. You must obey the no-clothes rule. I know it sounds frightening to walk around without wearing anything, but it is very freeing. I assure you that after an adjustment period, you will find being nude quite comfortable.”
The idea of being nude frightened her; she was about to say no, but her ex’s words flashed in her mind. Her ex accused her of always playing it safe and of being childish for not being able to enjoy any adult fun. She stood in silence before replying in a not-so-confident tone, “Why not? It sounds like fun.”
She started stripping more to prove her ex wrong about her rather than for any other reason. Rose was a little naïve and unaware when it came to sex. It never crossed her mind that older men or women might be interested in her sexually. She lived in a sheltered world where many things went unnoticed.
It would’ve shocked her if she ever found out how many older men fantasized about her. She was unaware that some of the sweet older men she met had been checking her out sexually. Rose didn’t just miss those signs but also the one coming from the older black woman. If she had known, she wouldn’t have stripped in front of her, revealing her most sensual treasures.
Mable licked her lips as she watched the girl strip, unaware of her own intentions. Even if things didn’t go her way, she would at least enjoy the show. The girl’s soft, perky breasts sprinkled with freckles, small pink nipples, and a copper-colored bush made Mable’s mouth water. Getting the girl to strip was a treat, but that was just the icing on the cake. One she would very much enjoy eating.
“The sun can damage your skin, so it’s best to put on sunscreen before heading to the campground. I’ve got some here; turn around, and I’ll apply it for you,” Mable said, acting as if her motivation were innocent.
Rose would’ve preferred to do it herself, but she saw no harm in letting the woman do it. There were places she couldn’t reach, like her back, and she could handle the rest herself. When the woman touched her back, a warm, tingling sensation spread through her stomach. It was soft and gentle, unlike her ex’s rough hands.
She never expected the woman’s touch to feel so good, and she tried to ignore the sensation it was causing inside her. The woman’s hands moved softly over her skin, barely making contact, sending tiny electric sparks of pleasure through her. Rose let out a soft moan as the woman focused on her ass and began applying lotion to it.
The time spent on her butt seemed to last longer than it should. Not that she minded; a light squeeze here and there felt good to her. When a long, fatty finger slid down her crack, made contact with her anus, and lightly touched her pussy, her knees buckled. She thought it was accidental, but it wasn’t.
Mable knew exactly what she was doing to the innocent young girl, and in just a few moments, the girl would be hers. She turned the girl around and was confident her plan was working because the girl didn’t resist as she applied lotion to her chest. There was confusion in the girl’s eyes, a faint gloss over them as she rubbed lotion into her breasts.
Rose’s innocent mind led her to believe that what the woman was doing to her was completely innocent. Her body responded to the touches; her nipples hardened to the point of aching, and moisture gathered between her legs. As the woman’s hands moved lower, touching her stomach and then slowly slipping further down, thick fingertips embraced the soft hair of her pubic area.
A woman’s voice broke the spell she was under, shouting, “Mable, are you in there?”
In the chaos of finding a naked woman and undressing, they never introduced themselves. The door swung open to reveal a woman in her forties, completely naked like them. She had blonde hair, hazel eyes, small, sagging breasts, and a thick blonde bush. She looked like a typical Southern mother, but without any clothes.
“Well, well, what do we have here? Mable, are you going to introduce me to your friend?” the woman asked with a smile.
“I am Rose, and I need to get going,” Rose said in a frightened voice, then rushed out the door.
Rose ran down the path toward the camp, thinking about what she had nearly let happen. She tried to convince herself that women don’t have sex with other women or get aroused by their touch. For some reason, she wanted the woman to touch her down there, and she would have if the other woman’s voice hadn’t snapped her out of it.
She slowed slightly, feeling the solid ground beneath her feet and adrenaline coursing through her. The scent of pine hung thick in the air, carried on the breeze that brushed her bare skin. She had to admit that going without clothes felt good and that there was something exhilarating about revealing everything.
The camp came into view, accompanied by the sound of women laughing and talking. They were in their thirties or older, but none were around her age. Not letting that discourage her, she approached, unaware that her life was about to change forever. She was a naïve virgin who had no idea what she was getting herself into.
Rose saw five women around an outdoor bar, ranging in age from their mid-thirties to their late forties, drinking and having a good time. They looked just like the other two women she had seen earlier, naked as the day they were born. When they noticed her, their faces filled with surprise, then delight. Just like the older men she had encountered, she didn’t realize they were imagining doing very sexual things to her.
The three at the end of the bar were married and average-looking, with blonde hair. One beside them was Kathy, an engaged thirty-five-year-old schoolteacher who came to the camp to be with other women. All year round, she hides her desire for other women, but at camp, she holds nothing back.
“I would love to stick my head between those gorgeous legs, girls. There is nothing like tasting a redhead. I hope to God she isn’t straight and came here to taste the forbidden fruit,” Kathy said, sipping her wine. The other women nodded, their eyes fixed on the redhead with hungry gazes.
Rachel, the woman behind the bar and the camp owner, was tall and athletic. She had biracial features, with olive skin, long, wavy brown hair, and large, round, dark eyes. Some women take years to realize who they truly are, but Rachel always knew she was gay. She was a thirty-eight-year-old lawyer who seized every opportunity to seduce any woman she could, even if the woman was straight.
“Ladies, that girl is hot, and, very sorry to say, is straight,” Rachel said with a sly grin.
“How can you tell?” one of the blonde girls asked curiously.
Rachel looked at the women with a cocky smile before replying, “I have bedded enough straight women to know. Don’t worry, ladies, she may enter here straight, but she sure as hell won’t leave as one.”
When Rose got closer, she introduced herself to the group of women, saying, “Hi! I am Rose. My car broke down, and I was told Beth might be able to help me.”
“This is Kathy, Jane, April, and Mary. I am Rachel, the owner of this fine establishment,” Rachel said with a charming smile.
“It’s nice to meet all of you. You have a really lovely place here. I’ve never done anything like this before, and I have to admit it’s a little freeing not to have to wear anything, especially a bra,” Rose said excitedly.
“It is a pleasure to meet you, too. I love it here, and on a clear day, you can see the mountains,” Kathy said with a dreamy look in her eyes.
Rose was confused by the comment and didn’t realize there were mountains nearby. She didn’t notice Kathy staring at her breasts, nor did she realize the comment was about them. The other women giggled at her words as if they were a joke. Her mind was too innocent at times, and she missed much of the sexual innuendo people made.
Normally, the nudist camp didn’t encourage such behavior among its members, but Rachel wanted the women to have sexual freedom as well. They had hidden their true sexuality their whole lives, and Rachel created a safe space for them. After sharing their bodies and getting to know each other intimately, they were all ready for someone new. Rose was the flesh meat for the lesbian grinder, and they all wanted a taste.
“Beth is over there. When you two finish talking, we need to discuss a few things if you’re going to stay here,” Rachel said seriously.
A few feet away from her, lying on a towel, was Beth, with no sense of modesty. The girl was listening to her Walkman, smoking a Marlboro, and had her legs spread. One leg was stretched out, and the other was bent, the knee pointing to the sky. Rose was captivated by the girl, whose genitals were fully exposed for all to see.
She thought it resembled a black bush with an exotic flower, its meaty petals in full bloom. Rose found it strangely beautiful, not in a sexual way. She had seen many girls naked while in the school locker rooms, but not from this angle. It made her wonder whether hers looked like that. She had played with it a few times and knew her pussy only by touch.
Beth was closer to her age than the other women at twenty-five and was beginning her journey as a lesbian. While in college, Beth’s roommate seduced her, leading her to start playing for the other team. Where she lived, there were a few lesbian bars where she hooked up with other women for sex. She came to the camp so she wouldn’t have to wear any clothes. She never wore anything in her apartment, and it was the only place she could be nude without causing a fuss.
Beth had short, wild, unkempt black hair, blue eyes, small breasts with large, dark nipples as thick as an eraser, and a tattoo of a naked woman on her right arm. She turned off her Walkman and slid her headphones around her neck as Rose approached. After taking a drag from her cigarette, she looked the beauty up and down.
“Hello! I am Beth. Is there something I can do for you?” Beth asked with a sexy smile, while thinking, damn, the girl is hot.
“I’m Rose, and it’s nice to meet you. I was passing by when I had car trouble and was told you might be able to help me,” Rose said in a soft, sweet voice.
Beth’s lip curled into a smile before replying, “Sure, I will help you. Is this your first time in a nudist camp?”
“Yeah, this is my first time.” As they say, “When in Rome,” Rose said, trying to act confident.
“Let me say, the nudist lifestyle suits you, Rose. When I am done fixing your car, you can pay me back by having a drink with me.”
After agreeing to that drink, she told her where her car was and that the key was in the locker with her clothes. She didn’t usually drink and had only had wine once, at her cousin’s wedding. One glass was a fair trade-off for getting her out of this trouble. There was something about the woman Rose liked, a perfect blend of masculine and feminist qualities. Even though she was straight, she found the girl slightly attractive, but not enough to question her sexuality.
Rachel stepped out from behind the bar, took Rose by the hand, and led her to her cabin, where they could talk alone. They sat on a couch and began with small talk about her age and college major. She really enjoyed the conversation and found the woman very interesting.
Rachel held Rose’s hand as she said, “Sweetie, I don’t mind you staying here, but there’s something you need to know first. This place isn’t just a nudist camp; it’s also a place for lesbians to meet.”
Rachel expected the girl to push her hand away when she revealed it, but was surprised when she didn’t. Confusion flickered in the girl’s eyes before she asked, “What is a lesbian?”
Rose grew up in a small Christian town where gay people weren’t free to express themselves publicly. There were a few, of course, as in many towns; they hid their true selves. In the pre-Internet age, such things weren’t widely known, and people were unaware that the person next to them might be gay.
Rachel continued to hold Rose’s hand as she said, “Lesbians are women who are sexually attracted to other women.”
“Oh, I didn’t realize you could do that,” Rose said in surprise. “What’s it like? How does it work? Is it better than being with a boy? My ex wasn’t so nice, and we only went as far as kissing,” Rose said innocently, not meaning it to be sexual. Her voice dropped, and her tone turned sad as she talked about her ex.
Rachel saw an opportunity to seduce the young, naïve girl because she wasn’t repulsed by the idea of two women being together. She noticed the sadness in her eyes when she talked about her ex, which gave Rachel an advantage. An unsatisfied woman can be easily turned, and Rachel had seduced a few lonely housewives because of it.
“Dating another woman is much better than dating a boy. I’ve only been with one, but that was only because I wanted his girlfriend,” Rachel said with a laugh, then added, “There is no word to describe what that experience is like. If you really want to know, you have to take that leap. Let me kiss you, and then you’ll know. Just a small, innocent kiss, and I promise I won’t use my tongue.”
“I don’t know,” Rose said, her face flushing with embarrassment as she looked away, a shy smile on her face.
Rachel found the girl’s innocent behavior adorable and didn’t want to push too hard. If she did, the girl might run away, too frightened to try anything. When dealing with a naïve virgin, one thing many men never learn is to ease her fears before making any moves. If you calm them down and help them relax, they can be open to almost anything.
“No one will ever know, and it’s just a kiss. A kiss won’t hurt, will it?” Rachel said in a low, non-threatening voice.
“I guess not. No tongue, right?”
“Right,” Rachel said, leaning in and kissing the girl.
The kiss wasn’t like anything she had experienced with her ex. It was soft and light. The woman’s lips barely touched hers, almost like being kissed by the air. Her ex was rough and forceful, while the woman was as gentle as the wind. As soon as the kiss ended, she felt an emptiness inside her and was surprised by how much she had enjoyed it.
“Let’s try that again, but with a little tongue,” Rachel said before kissing Rose again.
Rose didn’t have time to respond before the woman kissed her again, this time a little more forcefully than before. She tasted the sweetness on her tongue as it swirled around her mouth like a seductive serpent. The kiss wasn’t just better than the last; it carried more passion.
She found herself kissing back eagerly and didn’t recoil from the woman’s touch as the woman’s hand rested on her right hip. It lasted longer than the first kiss, several minutes, until Rose felt the woman’s hand sliding up. A soft, feminine hand engulfed her right breast, squeezing it gently as a thumb made contact with her nipple.
A light, pleasurable electric jolt ran through her, and she moaned into the woman’s mouth. The woman told her it would just be kissing, but she wasn’t upset by the lie. Having her breast caressed like that felt good, and she could feel her resistance weakening. If her ex had taken this approach, he would have found her more willing to let things go further.
Rachel kissed across the girl’s face, licking and playfully biting her skin until she reached the girl’s ear and whispered seductively, “This is your only chance to leave, and if you don’t, I am going to fuck you.”
The words shocked and excited her. Rose had never had another woman say that to her before, and couldn’t respond. She looked toward the door and told herself she should leave. After a moment that felt like an eternity, she knew her fate was sealed when the woman pulled her off the couch.
It felt like slow motion to her as she was led down a hall into a bedroom and pushed onto the bed. Rose’s throat went dry as she watched the woman crawl over her on the bed like a feline in heat. The woman hovered above her, staring into her eyes, both hands braced on either side of her head.
“Relax and enjoy what I am about to do to you. Whenever you want to touch me, go ahead. Don’t be afraid. What we do here will be our little secret. No one will ever know unless you tell them.”
Rose found it hard to swallow. The excitement she felt drained the moisture from her mouth. The woman was right; she was miles from home, and no one would ever know if she acted like a whore. It wouldn’t be hard to give in to desire and see what all the fuss about sex was. Her hands trembled as she raised them to the woman’s breasts and gave them a light squeeze.
Rachel smiled at the gesture and gave her a long, tender kiss. “Follow my lead, baby,” Rachel said, taking Rose’s hand and placing it on her pussy.
Rose felt warmth and dampness between the woman’s legs. Her fingers were gently pushed into the womb, sinking like quicksand. She finally understood what the woman meant by following her lead, as a hand settled on her own cunt. Playing with the woman’s pussy while she was playing with her own was a new experience for her. Their eyes were locked on each other, and the pleasure she felt was incredible.
Touching another woman in the same way she had pleasured herself alone at night sent a naughty thrill through her. Biting her bottom lip as she moaned, her face twisted in ecstasy. Masturbating had always been enjoyable for her, but what she was doing now was even better.
Rose thought the woman’s face, twisted in the pleasure she was causing, made her even more attractive. When they finally climaxed nearly at the same time, it felt like a religious experience. It felt as if her soul had left her body and been touched by the Goddess herself.
Rachel gave Rose a long, deep kiss, then whispered in her ear, “That was fucking amazing! If you like that, you’re going to love this.”
Like a wild beast, Rachel hungrily kissed Rose’s body, devouring her flesh as if possessed by lust. Taking one of Rose’s breasts into her mouth, she sucked and licked her sensitive nipples forcefully, then moved to the other. The moans coming from the girl were making her just as excited as fucking someone barely legal.
Rose was so turned on that her hot flesh almost burned Rachel’s lips as she kissed down her stomach. The woman’s tongue slipped into her belly button, making her moan, “Mmmm…Ahh! O… Oh!… Aghh! AAAH!” The lower her mouth went, the louder Rose’s moans grew.
Rachel parted her legs and slowly kissed her upper thighs, one side then the other, without touching her pussy. The woman was teasing her, and she felt like she was about to burst. She didn’t just want the woman to make her cum; she needed her to. It brought her to a whole new plane of existence when a slippery tongue finally made contact with her pussy.
The world around Rose melted away as her lover devoured her cunt. All she could focus on was the tongue that was licking and sucking her juices from her virgin pussy. No boy had ever come this close to her, and many would’ve loved to steal it. A cunning woman, old enough to be her mother, was the one who ended up deflowering her.
Rose let out a scream as an orgasm erupted from her with immense force. She had experienced climax before, but this time it was far more intense. For a moment, she couldn’t breathe, and her entire body was exquisitely sensitive. All she could see was a white light, and when her vision cleared, she saw the woman’s face.
Rose didn’t resist the kiss when it arrived, nor did she mind that she could taste herself. Her juices left a delicious flavor on the woman’s lips, and she never knew she tasted so good. They lay there for a while, kissing until she had the strength to return the favor.
The woman had brought her to the pearly gates, casting aside her virgin wool for the devil’s skirt. She finally understood her ex’s obsession with trying to slide his cock into her. Never in her life had she ever desired to fuck anyone as she did then, feeling a hunger to devour the woman’s pussy.
Rose licked and nibbled the woman’s nipples, finding it very enjoyable for her. She didn’t tease the woman as she did with her and started licking her cunt. Tasting her first pussy hooked her the moment her tongue slipped into the juicy, meaty folds. She had never tasted anything like it, and she drank the woman’s nectar hungrily.
Her view of sex completely shifted after her first sexual experience with a woman rather than a man. It changed her as she felt a woman’s thighs tightly wrapped around her head while fingers clutched her hair, all during the orgasm she triggered. It excited Rose, tasting another woman’s juices as she climaxed hard against her face.
When they returned to the bar, she tried to act as if she hadn’t just shared an intimate moment with another woman. The glassy look in her eyes, her disheveled hair, and her erect nipples, along with Rachel’s triumphant smirk, made it obvious to everyone that the two of them had sex. She could tell from the look in their eyes that they all knew, and she nervously licked her lips, tasting the residue of Rachel’s juices.
It was as if a switch had flipped inside her, erasing the innocent girl she once was. Rose became open to the idea of being intimately involved with the women at the camp. She began exploring her sexuality with them, allowing them to pass her around and teach her about sex. She learned that she preferred intimacy with girls rather than boys.
She stayed there for three days, indulging in the most intense pleasure she had ever known. Some of her favorites included having sex in the shower, a foursome with the three blonde housewives, and making love to Beth under the stars. After climaxing from a powerful orgasm, she looked up at the stars and remembered the dream she had before she began her trip.
The one that made her reconsider taking this trip and realize she had dreamt about this exact moment. Not the sex part, but the sense of love she felt and the stars above her. Feeling Beth’s body pressing against her, kissing her neck while fondling her right breast, and soaking in the aftermath of an orgasm gave her some clarity. Only another woman could make her feel this good, and she no longer felt the need to be with a man.
When Rose got dressed to leave, she dropped her bra in the trash as an act of rebellion and a way to let go of her old self. She was a lesbian now, but wasn’t sure whether or when she would share her bed with another girl. There was a lot of fear and doubt about whether she would ever be with another girl again. On her way home, she picked up a sexy female hitchhiker, which gave her hope.
Ever since she opened that door to a whole new experience, the universe kept putting lesbians and bi-curious women in her path. After checking into a hotel room with the hitchhiker, the woman announced she was taking a shower and left a trail of clothes to the bathroom door, which she left open. Rose saw it as a sign and joined her in the shower, where the two made love.
Her college days were filled with studying and making love to young, hot girls. She drowned her innocent side in the waters of her lesbian lust and found a life worth living. It was all thanks to a witch who used her power to change the course of her life, along with seven other women. She was the last of the eight to go from straight to bi or lesbian. Rose never dated a guy again and was completely happy being with just girls.
The End
