This is going to eventually be a happy story, but it starts out sad. My name is Patricia, but I'm called Trish. I'm five feet two with eyes of light green. I have long dark brown hair. The contrast between my eyes and my hair is always commented on. I know I am not beautiful but everyone tells me I'm pretty so I guess I am. I filled out late. My breasts are about a handful, my boyfriend said. And I'm not thin. I have lots of curves, which my boyfriend in high school told me was good. I believed him.
I was going to college when it happened. My mother had been suffering from a cancer of the liver. It had gone into remission but came back. Quickly. She struggled but she passed away and I was left alone. My father had left years ago when mother got sick. He was a weak man and I was glad to see him go. I thought we would be fine by ourselves. Then six years later, when I was twenty-two years old and just finishing my last year at the university, I had to go home and bury my mom. My professors were sympathetic and I was helped to graduate with my degree in English.
There were no jobs out there for me in my field. I tried other kinds of jobs but no one was hiring and I had so many student loans to pay. Our house was paid for so I put it on the market. It wouldn't sell. I had no idea what to do. At last my mother's old room mate from college, Katherine, called me and we had a long talk. She had been at the funeral with all of her children. She was older than mom and all of her kids were actually finished with college and had jobs. Most had been married at least once and most had also been divorced. Anyway, her idea was for me to come down to Georgia and stay with her while I looked for a job and let the realtor try to sell our house. I jumped at the chance. Within a week I had packed up what I wanted to keep in a rental van and was arriving at her door in Savannah.
She gave me a great big southern hug and then told me that from now on she was just Kate and her husband was just Pierce. I was full grown and we were sisters in our grief for mom. That was fine with me. I was given my own room because Kate was living without children at home now. The house was huge and old. It was on a famous square in the old part of town. I won't say exactly where. But the house had a history and apparently so did her family. Kate told me all the stories and rumors about her family that everyone in the town knew. Some were true but most weren't. It was fun, though, being part of the history of a place like Savannah.
I soon found out that one story was very true. Kate was dressed in a lovely sundress when I arrived. After we had dined and spent the evening talking she finally broached a subject that may be a little taboo for some folks. According to Kate, she and Pierce were naturists, even at home when her children were not there. She and Pierce had been nudists for years, and spent lots of vacations at naturist resorts, especially in Cancun. But they had not brought it home with them until all of the children were out of the home and living on their own. After that they had all spent their time in the house in the nude if they felt like it. None of her children knew. Now I had to decide to join her or stay modest. But tomorrow she and Pierce would be nude in the house.
Kate had five children. Three were boys and two were girls. They were all older than me. Presently all were single and doing well around the country. None had children of their own yet. The oldest was Forrest at thirty, then Gwendolyn at twenty-eight, Samuel at twenty-six, Chester at twenty-four, and last was Julia, a surprise baby, at twenty-three. All lived within a day's drive and all were doing quite well. Julia was coming for a visit the coming weekend.
Sure enough the next day, Monday morning, I came downstairs and there was Kate with nothing on. Pierce was dressed because he was going to his law office but I was sure that when he got home that evening all the clothing would come off. I hadn't decided to follow suit yet. I was shy. I was still a virgin in fact. I had not really felt much like making love with a man while mom was ill and fighting her sickness. My boyfriend in high school had tried but I had been able to quash his hopes. He just got a few breast feels and once he had played with my pussy. I enjoyed it, but I had not had anyone close during college.
Kate looked lovely naked. She was in her early fifties with small breasts that had large nipples. Her body was actually pretty close to mine. But she had put on some weight. It didn't really affect her beauty though. She was a charming looking woman either fully clothed or nude. In fact she made me feel a little strange and tingly. I didn't think I was a lesbian but I did find Kate arousing. I wondered what I would think when Pierce arrived home and we were all together for the evening.
When Pierce arrived he gave me a hug and kissed Kate. Then he went upstairs to change out of his clothes. As I helped Kate get dinner ready he came downstairs in sandals and nothing else. His penis was flaccid and I could see that he was not aroused. But I looked at it and I had feelings when I saw it too. I didn't think Kate had shown any arousal all day either. Perhaps I was the odd one for having sexual feelings. In any case we had a fine dinner and spent the evening playing cards and getting to really know each other. I mean, we hadn't actually spent a lot of time together over the years, having lived so far apart.
The following day I just decided to try being a nudist. I could always stop and I knew they would not say a word. They had made it clear it was my decision. So that Tuesday I came down with a blush over my whole body and sat down to have breakfast with Kate and Pierce. They said good morning and just continued as normal, giving me hardly a glance. Well, they did glance over and look, but then just smiled and began eating the meal.
For the rest of the week I would wear nothing in the house or outside in their veranda area which was completely enclosed with a wall. If I left the house, which I did of course, I would wear my regular clothes. I was still looking for work, so I had to have the proper clothing. It was getting easier and easier. I no longer blushed when looking at them or when they looked at me. I did occasionally get hard nipples when I would become a little aroused but I hoped they didn't notice.
Finally, when the week was over and Friday came, we were all expecting Julia to arrive around 9 o'clock in the evening. Kate and Pierce put on their clothes before she arrived. So did I. She had a three hour drive to the Savannah home. She was on time. We were waiting in the den when she used her key to enter and we arose to greet her as she came into the room. She squealed when she saw me and ran to hug me. Julia and I had been the closest among my mother's extensive friends and she was happy to see me for the first time since the funeral.
It had never occurred to me to be attracted to Julia. Her hugs were making me feel hot. She was pressed against my breasts and her hands were rubbing the my back. She gave me a kiss and I returned it. I wanted more. I began to blush. But then her parents joined us and we were all hugging together. The evening progressed to chatting and getting new information about Julia's life and how she was doing. They asked if she was seeing anyone. She wasn't. I don't know why but that made me happy somehow.
After about an hour it was time for all of us to go to bed. Kate and Pierce went upstairs to their large bedroom and Julia and I went to my room. I had discovered that I was actually using her old bedroom. That was why there were twin beds there. She had once shared it with Gwendolyn when she was the baby sister. Now she would share it with me for the weekend. She plopped her suitcases down near the bed she would use and then said she was going to take a shower. She stripped down. Her body followed her family type. Her breasts were about my size and her body had the curves that all the women in her family shared. I was getting quite excited. I was confused. I had never felt this way about a woman before. But I wanted Julia.
As she was about to leave the room I noticed her sniffing the air. Then she abruptly turned around and looked at me. I was wet but I hoped it didn't show under my sundress. And I was embarrassed. She smiled and she reached out her hands as she walked to me and took my hands. Her face was glowing as I blushed red. She leaned forward and gave me a kiss. But this time it was not a friendly happy hello kiss. It was a kiss that told me she wanted me. And I wanted her.
"Trish, I do believe you like girls. I always have. That's why I often felt left out in the family. But this is great! I always wanted you babe. I did. But I couldn't do anything about it. I was afraid you'd reject me. And hate me. You don't know how hard it can be to be a lesbian. Even today."
"I don't know anything about it, Julia. I just know I feel good looking at you and my pussy is really hot and wet. What're we going to do? This is wrong, isn't it?"