Naked and unashamed

In a strange way, her Jedi training was what saved her. Drawing on her training and focus, Juhani resisted the temptation to cover herself. She instead grazed her hands softly across her hips, reminding herself of the sensuality of her nudity. Part of her identity had awoken. But the Kath Hound was still inside her. And it craved pleasure.

Belaya was having less success with her embarrassment. She kept her arm firmly clamped over her bottom and refused to turn around. After catching a glimpse of her friend, her eyes snapped onto some distant point on the horizon and refused to look anywhere else.

Juhani's confidence rose. She rested her hand on Belaya's bare shoulder and stroked softly, ignoring the gasps of protest.

"Do not be afraid Belaya." She finally found her voice. "It is alright. You can look at me."

Belaya's eyes widened slightly, but her gaze into the distance remained resolute.

"Y-you didn't answer my question." She spluttered. "Why are you..."

"Naked?" Juhani finished for her, chuckling as Belaya seemed to tense up at the mere mention of such a word. "I have finally found myself Belaya. I am free."

She began to caress both shoulders of her naked friend. The Jedi resisted, but not as much as she could have. Juhani ran her hands down Belaya's back, her fingertips enjoying the sensation of uncovered skin.

"Juhani..." Belaya was breathless. "What are you doing?"

Juhani's hands travelled back up to the woman's shoulders. She gripped them firmly, yet gently. "There is nothing to fear Belaya," she purred, "let me free you as I have freed myself."

Before Belaya could react, Juhani spun her around. Belaya gasped, her full front, her most intimate parts now exposed. She quickly held an arm to her chest and the other to her crotch, but in time it took, Juhani had already hungrily taken in everything.