Following In Her Nude-steps

Lauren Phillips stands in the living room twisting her wedding ring that isn't there anymore. She tells Fiona her secret: back before she got hitched she ran around bare-ass naked at a nudist colony every weekend. Now that the divorce papers are signed, she's itching to feel the breeze on her skin again, but only if Fiona's cool with Mom walking around tits out. Fiona doesn't just get it, she jumps in headfirst and blurts that she wants to ditch her clothes too. Day one is a symphony of nervous giggles and elbows knocking while they both pretend the living room isn't ten degrees colder without fabric. Slowly the laughs get looser, the glances last longer, and the air fills with something hotter than awkwardness. One afternoon they fold into a sweaty downward-dog, asses high, sweat sliding down spines. Heat cracks whatever was left of polite distance. Lauren grabs Fiona's hip, Fiona moans and they both admit the truth with lips, tongues, fingers. The yoga mats turn into the first battlefield of moans and sliding bodies, ending in a frantic, sweat-slick fuck neither expected to start that morning.