Zoey and Patience

Mrs. Tailor opened the front of her door, and there stood Zoey. Apart from a pair of backpack straps, Zoey was completely naked. Mrs. Tailor made no comment about this lack of dress, and if she did, she's be a hypocrite. Mrs. Tailor gave the woman a familiar hug and told her that her daughter, Patience, was in her room.

Zoey ignored Mrs. Tailor's son, Ford, who was on the couch playing video games with his friend Jim. They were also naked.

To call it a nudist colony wouldn't necessarily be wrong, but it would be more accurate to call Marshland Meadows a gated community with a gimmick. It's not a resort as it is a neighborhood with permanent residents that happen to agree that their little hovel should be clothing optional. This attracted practicing nudists who wanted to live like nudists in their domestic lives and not just on vacation. Finding plumbers and electricians, and every other business that catered to necessities, who were willing to handle those necessities for them was very difficult, but not impossible. All the right paperwork and precautions were filed, and soon enough, Marshland Meadows has become a clothing-optional neighborhood.

Zoey trekked the stairs and let herself into Patience's room. She was sitting bare-bottomed on her desk chair, stressing out over her college calculus.

"Hey babe," said Zoey, who shut the door behind her before

"Baby," said Patience, who seemed almost relieved by her presence. She leapt out of her seat and wrapped her hands around Zoey, her head mashed against her breasts.

Zoey was just about to ask Patience how she was, only to gasp when she felt something probe her. Without so much as telegraphing her intent, Patience had already stuck two fingers into her friend's pussy. It hurt, but only a little, as Patience's touch alone brought natural lubricants, and she was already gushing.

"I missed you," said a playful Patience, licking Zoey's nipple, causing it to harden so that she could give it a playful bite.