Three Girls and a Nudist Colony

Chloe and Rachel are on the road in Chloe's truck. They had finally decided to do what they always talked about and left for California. Or at least that's what the plan was.

It had only been three days and things are already going wrong, Chloe digging through the front, trying to find what's wrong. While Chloe was tying herself into knots over this set-back, Rachel just kicked back against the off road fence, admiring Chloe's modest ass as she harnessed her Greaser-powers to save them from their dilemma.

"Fuck!" Said Chloe as she kicked the front tire.

"So what's the damage?" Asked Rachel. Chloe paced herself a small ditch in the dirt before she went to the glove compartment, looking for whatever weed she might have lost in the car.

"I think it's the distributor. The whole thing's hella toast. We need a new one."

"Okay. We'll just get another one."

"Sure thing! We just need to walk ten miles of Oregon's bullshit to the next town and hope they have a shop with a cheap one," said Chloe, too angry to get her sarcasm across. While she had no weed, she did find a cigarette and wasted no time getting her nicotine fix. Rachel asked if she had another and handed it to her, the two of them smoking in silence as cars drove by.

"We could always go hitchhiking," said Rachel. "Bum a ride."

"I don't know about you, but I'd rather not have some fat trucker cop a feel or solicit a BJ for the ride."

"That's a gross stereotype Chloe," said Rachel with a cheeky smirk.

Rachel fond that she had already finished her cancer-stick and flicked it off into the grassy hill next to the road. It had be a rainy week, so it's less likely to start a forest fire. Or at least another one.

"Hey, maybe we can try there."

Chloe turned around and saw what she was pointing at. Just past a long tree-line was what looked like a town. Not a town really, but more like a suburb full of log cabins. A campsite, or resort maybe? Chloe blew a trail of smoke before flicking her own finished cigarette.

"Fuck it. Let's go."

The two of them were careful not to slip down the grassy hill and made the hike. Eventually they found the "town", blocked off with a chain-link fence.

"What the fuck?" Said Chloe. Rachel silently seconded that reaction.

There were all sorts of people in an open field, and they are all naked. Some wore shoes, some were barefoot, but they were a'natural in broad daylight.

It looked like there was a game of soccer going off. Adults sitting in fold-out benches or standing, cheering for the players. The players looked younger, early teens or even preteens. Some of the long-haired ones had their hair tied back, and some of them had paint over the bodies, either in bright red or grassy green. Only a few exceptions were kids who were fully-clothed or only half-naked, their team alignment indicated by paint on their face.

A whistle went off.

"And that's game. The winner is the Red Team!"

Some booed, others cheered, as the whistle blower instructed both teams to wish each other a good game as the kids all ran to the crowd of parents, congratulating them for their victory or assuring them that they'll win next time. There was a young blonde, crying that she lost, only for the coach to bend down to eye level and give her a reassuring hug before the blonde calmed down and ran to her parents.

Rachel turned to Chloe, ready to formulate a plan. Chloe however couldn't look away.

She recognized the whistle-blower. Her hair was shorter than the last time she saw her, and she hadn't actually seen her at this level of naked since they were in kindergarten, changing clothes or bathing at sleepovers. It had been years since she had move away, and by some freak accident of fate, here she was... coaching for a kiddie soccer team at a freakin' nudist colony.

"Max?!"