Go to the beach with your friends

(This chapter was originally created by Zero X at http://editthis.info/create_your_own_story )

"Now I don’t know about you guys,” you say, standing up to accentuate your nakedness and make sure they can all see your pussy. “But I feel like going to the beach. Anyone want to come?”

“L-like that?!” said Natalie. “Of course! Every nudist has to go to the beach at some point,” ,you say.

An uncomfortable silence falls over the girls. They all exchange glances as if trying to decide what to say. After a moment, Mindy says in a small voice: “Um, I can come”, “Great!” you say, hoisting her up from her chair. Her face turns red immediately.

Irene looks even more shocked than she did when she arrived. “Mindy? You mean you’re-?”. Mindy shakes her head so hard, you wonder how it stays attached to her neck. Irene clams up immediately. “Well, I guess…I can come then too.”

“Awesome!” ,you say, and take a look at Natalie. “And you?”. Natalie shrugs and stands up. “Oh what the hell,” she says. “I’m not gonna’ be the odd girl out here.”, she says.

“I knew you’d all see it my way,” you laugh, puffing out your chest so that your bare boobs can jiggle just a little more. “Let’s go!”

You trek on down to the beach. Your friends seem to be mostly quiet, though you swear you can hear some hushed whispering between Mindy and Irene behind you. You pay it no mind. You’re too busy soaking in all the attention you get from passersby. You wave to one person, blow a kiss to second, and smack your butt to another.

When you come to the beach you waste no time in making your way down to the water. Gentle lapping of the waves beckons you. You can’t wait to feel the comfort of the ocean on your bare skin. You stop, however, when you realize that your friends are no longer following you.

“What’s the holdup?” you ask, turning around. “Uh, Shannon,” says Natalie. “We don’t have any bathing suits.” “Neither do I,” you say, caressing your breast with one hand and your thigh with the other, running your fingers dangerously close to your slit, as if to emphasize how proud you are of that fact.

“B-but Shannon, we…we’re not nudists!”, Irene said, “Well maybe that should change,” you say, mouth watering at the prospect of all your friends joining you in your nudity. “It’s an amazingly simple process. And it makes things so convenient. If you’re a clothed girl, then you have to get ready to go to the beach or the pool by bringing a suit, a towel, and all that other stuff", you say to them.

“But when you’re a nudist,” you say while twirling around, giving them all an eyeful of your whole body, _“you don’t need to worry about anything! Just hop into the water in what you were born with! Don’t you think that sounds nice? C’mon! Let’s all get naked!”, you argue.