She'll move to St Phryne (because of a secret crush!)

This particular morning, a year ago now, was fateful for Winona, for a number of reasons. The first was the obvious, that it was the realization of a new stage in the life of her family (moving to a new place, with new jobs and her mother embracing nudism alongside her stepmother), but also, secondly, because it was the realization of a fantasy of Winona's. Even before her mother had met Delphine, Winona had had fantasies of being naked in public, of streaking, of being stripped and embarrassed in public, in short, Winona's biggest secret was that she was an exhibitionist.

But, thirdly, and perhaps even more excitingly, was that the idea of moving to St Phryne was exciting for a number of reasons, not the least of which being it was a tropical paradise and she could indulge in her naked fantasies legally, but also, because of Félice...

Two weeks ago, at the wedding, Félice Alleyne, the best friend of Winona's now cousin, Laurette, had been one of Delphine's naked bridesmaids. She was a beautiful Caribbean creole woman, the same height as Winona, with adorable, perky b-cup breasts and the legs and bottom of a runner. Not to mention a head of voluminous, naturally curly brown hair (which set her apart from the rest of the bridesmaids because most of them, including Delphine herself, tended to shave their heads). Several times, during the wedding itself, Félice had caught Winona stealing glimpses of her, which always made Winona blush and turn away instantly, only to see Félice grinning when she looked back.

At the reception, Winona, in her bridesmaid's dress, had gone off to look at the sunset at the edge of the clearing (the reception was being held under a large white tent in a wooded area in Northern California), with a glass of Champaign, and Félice had followed her.

"Why hello there," said a singsong voice with just a hint of a French-Caribbean accent.

Winona turned around so fast she spilled a little Champaign.

"Oups!" the naked woman said, walking over grass, twigs and branches with her bare feet as she approached Winona, holding a glass of bubbly herself. "You spilled your Champaign. As a French woman I should be angry, but you are too cute to be mad at," she winked.

"T-thank you," Winona said, raising her glass. "À votre santé," she saluted the woman's health.

"À ta santé," Félice said in response, holding up her glass.

They both drank to each other's health.

"I must say, your mother is a lovely woman. She must be so proud to have given you her same beauty as well."

Holy shit, Winona thought, eyes wide with panic. Was she being flirted with?

"Uh... thank... thank you?"

"You are so polite!" Félice said, walking right up to Winona until their faces were literally inches apart. "Please, allow me to show my manners as well." She leaned her face closer to Winona's...

And Winona leaned in toward Félice.

The two kissed on the lips, not the French air kisses over the cheeks, but a full on kiss that, when Winona wrapped an arm around Félice's shoulder, became even deeper, with tongues exploring and bodies, one naked and one clothed, pressing against each other...

"I think..." Winona said, sitting at her family's kitchen table two weeks later. "That, whatever I decide, I'd like to live with Aunt Esmée for a while, at least, if that'd be no bother to her. And then, I could maybe, try out la vie nue, see if it's right for me? Because, if it is, I would absolutely love to live with you two as well!"

"Trè bon!" Delphine exclaimed. "Esmée adores you, ma Crevette! And you are family now! With her daughter moved out and living with her boyfriend now, Esmée is all alone, she would be so happy for the company!"

"And, we aren't moving to Oregon for a year yet," Janet said. "So-"

"Wait? Oregon?" Janet interrupted. "Doesn't it snow in Oregon? You're setting up a nudist community in a snowy area?"

"I know, yes?" Delphine sighed. "It will be an experiment, for certain."

"Oh hush, dear, snow isn't that bad. But yes, it snows for part of the year, but that's why for the first year of the program it'll just be Delphine and I who are naked, and anyone else who chooses to join us on our acreage, so we can prove our methods of living a textile free lifestyle is sound, even for areas with light, irregular snowfall." These words "light" and "irregular" were directed at Delphine, who rolled her eyes. "In the daytime it rarely gets below freezing, nowadays. And we won't be in the mountains, we're practically at sea level in western Oregon."

Winona, at this point, had tuned out her mothers' conversation on the finer points of living as a nudist where one got snow. She was more thinking of how soft and firm Félice's breasts had felt in her hands, about how it had felt to pinch the tropical woman's pierced nipples and give her silver nipple rings teasing little pulls, and remembering how Félice had half-moaned the promise to show her "such hospitality" if she ever came to St Phryne, except that "of course, so long as you leave such silly things as clothes behind you..."

Over the last two weeks they had stayed in touch over social media and private message, and Winona had confided in Félice all about her fetish, and Félice had found it delightful. "So, now, of course, when you come visit us here, you must, of course, leave all you silly clothes behind, and when you are here, I will not allow you to wear a single stitch of clothing, my sweet. We shall tan that pale skin of yours!"

Rubbing her knees and thighs together, Winona couldn't wait to let Félice know that she was coming, and that she would promise to leave all her clothes behind...