Ch. 91: No Sense of Personal Boundaries

Waking up the next morning to a third straight day of rain only meant that Lara was faced with having to be holed up in her tiny abode for another day. In some respects, it felt like a jail cell considering she had no desire to spend any length of time naked in the cold wind and rain.

However, it only emphasized the problems she would face once Winter arrived. As it was right now, she still had enough food and supplies to make it through another day. But in the middle of winter, when temperatures dropped much colder, she wouldn't be in any condition to make the hike to the lake or campground naked.

Moreover, she feared there would be no trash to forage through during the Winter.

She figured she would have to stock up as much food and supplies as she could. The problem was that the amount of food she salvaged from trash often times was just enough to feed her for that day. There were still some other days she found enough extra to stash away, but it was by no means enough extra to last her several months.

Lara worried that living in this tiny cinder block house during the winter was not feasible, at least not for someone intent on remaining nude.

But for now, with the wind and rain continuing to pound for a third day, there was little she could do.

Lara found a comfortable position on her bedding of clothes. Her hand assumed its usual position, practically with no conscious thought of her own. It just went there, stimulating her clitoris, and sending her back into memories...

"It was like anything was OK!" Lara explained while an intrigued Julia listened on. "Teresa could tell me to do something, and I would just do it without question".

"Wow, like what?" Julia asked.

The two girls were in Lara's bedroom, talking about Lara's now-forbidden relationship with Teresa. Both Julia and Lara were the same age, having originally met in kindergarten, and remained friends through elementary school,  It was only now, after Lara and Teresa were forcibly broken apart, Lara renewed her friendship with Julia.

Julia found Lara's nudity intriguing. Julia's strict, Christian parents forbade her from having boyfriends, going to dances, or attending parties. She was under a very watchful eye, making masturbation very difficult, and very risky due the threat of punishment from her father. Visiting Lara, observing her nudity, and listening to details of her sexual affair with Teresa, was her way of indulging.

Lara, on the other hand, knew no personal boundaries. Not getting enough attention from her mother to set good examples was largely the reason why that happened. Also, the fact that she had no father-figure to make her feel beautiful and loved ultimately caused her to get it from Teresa. Teresa expanded the idea that moral conduct was not defined by boundaries at all, but by compliance. Lara learned that respect and value was measured by how well she responded to Teresa's demands.

When Lara first stroked her clitoris before an intrigued Julia, Lara simply thought it was fine do so openly and publicly. After all, she had been doing just that under the protection of Teresa. It hadn't dawned on her how personal and private masturbation was. Lara had often played with herself while sitting on the couch, watching television with her mother and brothers. It was never to the point of orgasm, however. It was only a means of self-soothing and keeping herself preoccupied.

While nudity made Lara feel safe and relaxed, handling her genitalia gave her closer connection to the little girl hiding deep inside her. That girl longed for the nurturing and cuddling of a loving mother and the love and praise of an admiring father. As the years went by, the little girl in her ached for that kind of intimacy, and she sought it out from other strong, dominant parent figures, primarily maternal.

Teresa was such a person, though she wasn't exactly maternal, more like an older-sister who protected her and praised her. But it was good enough. Now that Lara was prohibited from seeing Teresa, she felt that little girl in her wanting and needing another authority figure.

"Well, like she used to take me into dressing rooms and make me strip." Lara said to Julia. "Then she would do all sort of things, whatever she could dream up."

"Oh my God!" Julia exclaimed. "No way!"

"Way!" Lara countered.

"In the dressing room?  Didn't anyone hear you?"

"I don't know. If they did, they never said anything." Lara chuckled.

"Wow." Julia responded. "I'm sorry all that happened to you."

"Sorry?" Lara asked, causing her to stop stroking her clitoris.

Lara hadn't even thought of it that way. The hunger in her heart and the lack of personal boundaries created a person who seemed content to live with such a heightened sense of sexuality. She never thought of herself as abused or damaged, only sad, unloved, and undesirable.

"Why would you be sorry?" Lara asked.

Ch. 90: The Blueprint of a Young Girl's Mind

All through the night, the wind and rain continued. The storm had started as a Category 3 hurricane over the Atlantic, hitting shore along the Georgia coast. From there, it weakened to a tropical depression that moved over North Carolina and Tennessee.

As the night turned to morning, the storm continued.

Lara awoke around the same time she always woke, an hour before sunrise. Her internal clock was used to the schedule. Even though the sun had not yet risen, ample light had already poured through the dense forest. Despite the cold temperature, the wind and the rain, she remained warm and dry under her nest of used clothes and blankets.

But just as with any other morning, she needed to pee right away.

There was only one thing she could do. Brave the elements.

She pushed her way through the entrance covered over with ivy and fern, which doused her with cold water, and trotted out a short distance under pitch black early morning, and then crouched down. The water drops falling from the tree canopy pelted her head and back, and the cold wind made her shiver. When she finished, she ran back inside.

Now, wet from head to toe, and shaking all over, she pulled out a t-shirt from her bedding and dried herself off.

Her normal routine would be to eat some breakfast and drink some water, wait for a half-hour, and then walk several yards out to defecate. By this time, there was enough morning light to make a mile hike through the woods to bathe in the lake. From there, she'd hike another half mile to the campground to forage for more food, supplies, and whatever else she found useful. All this would finish just as the sun rose above the horizon.

But she didn't want to hike a mile to the lake in this cold stormy weather. She still had her morning movement, and a few other times to pee throughout the day, but otherwise, she remained in the confines of her dry and warm abode.

She lit the candles standing on the wicker picnic basket and decided to read a newspaper she picked up a couple days ago from the trash bin. Thumbing through the pages, she found the movie listings, and one in particular that was replaying the full six episodes of Star Wars.

It reminded her of the many times she and Teresa sat in the theater...

"Here, have a drink." Teresa said to Lara, as they sat next to each other as the movie began.

Lara took a sip from a large Styrofoam cup of Coca-Cola.

As the movie played, the two girls reclined back into their seats and enjoyed a matinee showing of Star Wars, Return of the Jedi.

Not too long into the movie, Teresa picked up the cup and moved it to her other side. She wasted no time getting into her normal routine controlling and manipulating her playmate. Lara had become well-conditioned to submit to Teresa's sexual aggression, which had increased in frequency and intensity by this time. There weren't many moments when Teresa didn't grab Lara in public. Teresa owned Lara and frequently established that fact throughout their moments together.

Lara's clothing was always first to be addressed.

"Take 'em off." Teresa instructed.

Lara sat up immediately, unbuttoned her shorts, removed them, along with her tank-top, and set them both aside, sitting nude in the darkened theater. Teresa continued with her exploits while Lara sank into her seat, all occurring with total compliance and no question.

Once Teresa felt satisfied, Lara was allowed to sit back up into her seat.

"Don't put your clothes on until I tell you to."

"Yes, Master." Lara submitted.

And such was a common routine between them, with Teresa building a growing appetite for sexual aggression, and Lara feeling a heightened sense of eroticism underneath Teresa's strength and protection.

But as the two girls progressed into the first year of high school together, Teresa ventured into new territory when it came to wielding her control. There was a certain amount of intellect that she derived in finding more creative and artistic ways to express her perversion across a blank canvass named Lara.

Teresa also took an interest in making Lara wear revealing clothing. Some of it was cut very short while others were made of see-through material. Teresa made her wear them at the mall, along the waterfront, and other various public places. It made Lara feel embarrassed, which perhaps might be strange for a nudist, but in such a garb, she felt it looked ridiculous. Nonetheless, it made Teresa feel powerful.

Lara was also required to wear short cut skirts with no panties, and then "accidentally" expose herself in public by bending over or sitting down. Teresa took great pleasure in watching the reaction of others.

These acts only caused Lara to lose her self-esteem. She descended into a spiral of degradation and humiliation, becoming more dependent on Teresa's praise and protection.

After the two were forcibly separated, Lara continued her nudity at home, but became more recluse. She rarely left her bedroom when not in school. It was only at this time that Lara's mother had become struck with what had been going on with her daughter during her relationship with Teresa. She had noticed any of the signs.

Even though Lara repeated blamed her mother for ignoring her, her mother didn't agree she was that bad of a mother. She defended herself by pointing out that she had frequently offered to buy her nicer clothes, go out on mother-daughter dates, and ask about how she was doing and feeling.

But the fact that Lara never knew her father, nor had anyone as a father-figure, left her feeling undesirable and defective. She reasoned that her father didn't want her, explaining why he had never sought to see her, sent her cards or gifts, or expressed concern for her well-being. This created frustration and anger in her, to the point where she blamed her mother for all sorts of reasons.

Lara, however, was correct that her mother didn't put in as much effort as she could have in helping her daughter feel loved and cherished. Her mother often chose to spend her free time dating men and going out with friends.

After the separation from Teresa, Lara rehabilitated under Julia's friendship, and the two became inseparable friends.

But despite the rehabilitation, the blueprint had already been wired into Lara's neural pathways. Her brain was now hard-wired to submit herself sexually to anyone who demonstrated a great deal of power, protection, and praise. Nudity had become such a habit of hers that wearing clothing made her feel trapped and contained. Masturbation was so natural to her that her hand instinctively reached down as muscle-memory

Ch. 89: The Eroticism of Strength

Night had fallen, and Lara lit a couple of candles sitting on a wicker picnic basket she had pulled out of the trash, and used the light to finish reading yet another paperback novel.

The leaves of the trees seemed to rustle quite loudly this evening. The wind blew heavier than normal, and the temperature had dropped considerably. The windows in the cinder block house she lived in were completely covered over with ferns and ivy. To look outside, Lara had to peek out of the entrance.  But it wouldn't do any good with the pitch black darkness in the deep woods.

Lara remained resting on her bedding of clothes, pulling a blanket over her. She tried to sink back into her book, but was concerned at how loud the winds were.

There was no door on the house; it had been long removed from its casing. But the dead branches of the tree that engulfed the house, and the thickness of the fern and ivy that grew through it, kept the winds from penetrating. Besides, there weren't any other openings in the house to allow for a flow of wind.

Minutes later, Lara heard some strange tapping on the corrugated roof above her. It was the sound of rain.

The tree canopy was generally thick enough to prevent rain from falling straight through. Instead, they ran off the leaves and collected into larger drops. Many of them ran down the side of tree trunks, but there were still plenty of others that struck the tin roof producing a clanging sound.

Lara was concerned at how well the roof could keep her dry.

She put the book down, and pulled another blanket over her.

The way the leaves rustled, they way they changed their noise, suggested changes in the direction of wind.

Off in the distance, she heard the sound of a tree branch breaking off. It troubled her to think that perhaps the wind could easily break off branches of the dead tree that concealed her home.

The rain seemingly increased. Yet, the thick growth of fern and ivy over the dead tree did pretty well to provide an extra layer of protection over the rusted corrugated roof. Lara seemed satisfied that water would not enter.

She reached down to her clitoris and began rubbing gently. There was something sexual in the way she could lie protected from such a strong storm in such an old, abandoned shack, completely dependent on the strength of its walls, roof, and thick growth of flora. She felt that sense of fragile vulnerability under the trust of something stronger to protect her. It managed to heighten her eroticism.

"I want you take off all your clothes!" Teresa demanded.

"Yes, Master." Lara answered quietly, wasting no time in removing her shorts and spaghetti string top.

"Your shoes too!"

Lara and Teresa were in the dressing room of a department store. Teresa had picked out a few items for herself to try on.  There weren't any clothes for Lara to try on, however.  Teresa enjoyed making Lara undress on command, just for the fun of making her undress, and entertained herself by finding new places, ever more compromising and precarious venues to try out.

The game started when the two were 12 years old, weeks after they had returned from Lara's first trip to the nudist camp.  They would soon enter their first year of middle school, and the experience of outdoor nudity left a profound impression on Lara.

She decided to continue her nudity at home.  Her older brother immediately protested, appealing to their mother.  But her mother always said that people should do what they feel, and Lara said that this is how she felt.  Nudity made her feel closer to herself.  She could get a better grasp of her emotions by shedding all of her coverings.  It made her feel free, open, and unhindered.

When she told this to Teresa, she hoped Teresa would praise her for it.  But Teresa was already a nudist at home too, and it didn't really mean much to her.  Lara had hoped for a little encouragement.

"Why just at home?" Teresa asked.  "Why not everywhere?"

"Because you can't go naked everywhere" Lara answered.

"I don't know.  I bet there are places you could get away with."

Teresa would eventually go on to challenge Lara to strip nude in a variety of places.  At first, Lara was very apprehensive, but under Teresa's demands and promises to protect her, she relented and complied.  It made Teresa feel powerful to make someone strip on demand, and it stimulated her intellect to find the most creative places to do so.

One afternoon, they sat in a booth at a fast food restaurant at a time when there were very few other customers, and Teresa surprised her with a command to strip while seated.

"And when you get all your clothes off, you have to hand them to me, and I'll decide when you can put them back on."

Lara was very apprehensive, pausing to look around first.

"Don't look around!  Just do it!" Teresa commanded.

"I don't know." Lara whined, feeling quite frightened.

"You have to trust me, do it!"

Lara removed her top and her shorts, handed them to Teresa under the table, and sat in the booth naked.  Teresa got out of the booth and sat next to her, shielding her from view from the other customers.

"See?  No one can see you now."

Teresa, standing 5'8" at the age of 13, dwarfed a much smaller Lara who stood at 4'10".  Teresa was more athletic and more well endowed, large enough to make a skinny Lara disappear from view at the right angle.

From that point on, Lara had become numb to Teresa's strip commands.  She didn't seem to give it anymore thought about how daring or how dangerous it might be to strip nude when Teresa demanded.  She simply complied and trusted that Teresa knew what she was doing.

It made Lara feel incredibly dependent on Teresa, and that in turn stirred up a heightened sense of eroticism that never left her.

Ch. 88: Conflicted With Emotions

Two weeks went by, and Lara seemed to have mastered the art of living naked in the woods. Raiding trash cans in the National Forest produced an abundance of food and supplies. She now had a few razors she could shave herself with as well.

The leaves of branches that she had gathered nearly two weeks ago had dried up and lost their cushion.  But she had since found so many articles of clothing that she was able to create a more soft and comfortable bedding. She also had plenty of blankets to cover herself with. She was quite rested and toasty each morning.

Things had now progressed to the point where she was producing trash of her own after consuming boxes of cookies, bags of chips, and jars of pickles and olives. Stashed in one corner of her cinder block house were about 10 unopened cans of food, including soups and raviolis that people had threw out. Except, she still hadn't found a tool to open them with, and so stacked them there in the meantime.

Lara was able to keep track of the calendar by taking notice of the date on newspapers she found in the trash. She was now nearly two months into living nude in public. She felt rather proud of herself as well, and entertained the idea of keeping a diary. She had enough pens and notepads gathered from the trash. But she knew she'd never be able to haul them around with her should she have to vacate.

The next day, Lara decided to hike the opposite direction around the lake. The lake itself probably contained some 100 miles of shoreline, while Lara had resided towards the southern portion where camping and boating was more prevalent.

While walking through the tree cover but keeping an eye's view of the water, Lara stopped after hearing someone sing. She tip-toed carefully to see where this person was. Seated on the dirt, facing the water, was Lucy.

It was just over two weeks since Lara last saw her. Lucy seemed to be focused on the water and quite comfortable on her blanket. Lara felt sorry for her, realizing how heartbroken she must still be.

But Lara wasn't the naive little girl that Lucy fell in love with. She needed to be the mature, free-spirited young woman thriving on her determination and cunning to survive in the forest. Lara understood the naive little girl was still buried inside her, but after over two-weeks of living on her own, in her own house, with her own system of survival, she wasn't prepared to let the little girl out.

Lucy finally stood up, picked up her blanket, brushed it off and folded it back up. Then she headed back up the dirt trail that led to her house.

Something inside Lara, however, wanted to follow.

She stepped away from the trees and walked carefully to the shore line and then found the same dirt trail. Lucy was several yards up the trail when Lara started up. She felt a strange sense of curiosity. When Lucy got to her house, Lara stepped back into the trees, but got to within 20 yards and watched for a sign. When she felt safe enough, Lara tip-toed to Lucy's car and looked inside. It still looked the same as it did before, but somehow it satisfied her to see it again.

The galvanized wash tub was there, and it reminded her of the afternoons they'd wash each other. The fire pit was right there too, and she recalled a few nights when they'd sit in the chairs and warm their feet by the fire. She could still remember what the inside of the house looked like, the couch, the bed, the pot bellied stove.

It was all coming back to her.

But living the past two weeks in her own cinder block house somehow made her more determined to hide and remain silent. It changed Lara into more of a survivalist than a nudist. She was still fully nude as before, but being nude and loving the feeling of sunshine and breeze on her bare skin no longer entered her mind.

She was only concerned about living.

Seeing Lucy again and all the familiar things around her house, jogged a certain feeling from her that she had forgotten about. Lucy had the presence and demeanor to pull out the tender, emotional side of Lara. That's what made her follow her back.

Lara thought about the feeling she was sensing and became conflicted. She knew if she allowed Lucy to see her, Lucy would go after her. Lara wasn't ready for that, and was still concerned about the police.

Lara followed the dirt trail back to the lake, and eventually found her way back to her cinder block house.

There, she laid on her bedding of used clothes and thought about Lucy some more.

Masturbation had become a much more common occurrence at this point. Without having to travel each day, and without anyone to interact with, all she had were books and the curiosity to explore the woods to entertain her. But in the evening, when it became pitch black, the darkness beckoned her into an escape inside herself.

Lara touched herself for hours, often late into the early hours of the morning. She produced numerous orgasms each night, recessing into memories of Teresa and crafting her own fantasies that mixed together other people including Julia, Nan, and Lucy.

Her eroticism had reached an intensity to where her body had produced high levels of Oxytocin and Dopamine, creating a high that kept her addicted and dissociative.

Only when the morning light freckled through the leaves and branches covering the window of the cinder block house, was she finally catapulted back into her adult being, ready to handle the responsibilities of survival.

Ch. 87: Living Comfortably in the Woods

Lara returned to the brick structure she had slept in last night. She opened up her blanket of food and supplies she foraged from trash cans and dumpsters and went through them. She looked at the paperback novel she found.

"Mistress Night" was the title, and depicted a dark haired woman wearing a long flowing black gown with a seductive smile.

She laid the torn, muddied blanket over the bedding of leaves, and rested on it to read her book.

"Catherine never doubted her destiny in the face of mounting adversity from Father Andantes. The promises that went broken, the sacrifices that went unrewarded, and her faith that went unrecognized, all seemed to point to one conclusion, that there was yet another chapter waiting to unfold. Catherine was ready to define herself."


Somehow, that paragraph in the second chapter of the book seemed to resonate with Lara.  She stopped to think about what it meant.

But suddenly something else caused her to stop and think. The faint sounds of people chattering in the distance. Lara carefully crawled to the opening of her tiny brick shelter and raised her head just far enough to see what was going on. She looked in all directions, but couldn't see anything. The chattering seemed to stop.

Lara realized that this area is still well populated with campers and hikers. Someone would eventually see her brick structure and investigate. They would then find her bedding and stash of food and supplies. It became clear that she couldn't stay here for long.

She decided it would be wise to gather up her supplies into the blanket yet again and search for another abandoned building that afforded more privacy.

An hour went by and Lara found herself about a quarter mile deeper into the woods from the small brick structure. The trees were more numerous and the sun found it more difficult to penetrate the canopy.  Lara spotted an area fraught with tall ferns and ivy and sought to investigate.

The tall ferns turned out not to be tall at all. They were instead growing on top of an old cinder block shack, much like the one Lucy had lived in, but smaller. A tree had fallen over and leaned up against the shack as its dead branches completely enveloped the structure. Ferns and ivy grew through the branches totally concealing the shack behind greens leaves, making it look like a large bushy mass.

Lara found the entrance to the house.  Inside was still dirty, very musty smelling, but largely habitable. It appeared as if no one had been inside it for years.

Here was a place, she thought, she could live for a long time, perhaps even through the coming winter.

She gathered up more branches to make a new bedding. She even able to find a branch she could use a broom to sweep out debris. She assembled her bedding, laying her blanket on top.  She sat down finally, took in a few deep breaths, and felt confident she had a home to live in.

Lara felt more satisfied with this new structure. It felt more solid and concealed itself pretty well. She laid down on her bedding and thought about the possibilities of staying here for a long time. Once again she closed her eyes, found a comfortable position, and found her clitoris waiting to take her into place deep inside her world of memories and fantasies.

Early next morning, just as the sun was starting to rise, she breakfasted on the other remaining food she still had left, and drank the rest of the water bottles. She picked up her blanket, wrapped the empty bottles inside, and set out for the campground which was just over a mile away. Her first stop was the picnic area to fill the bottles with clean water. Her next stop, was the dumpster at the campground.

It seemed to be good way of life, considering she could live without money, without clothing, and without having to maintain a job with responsibilities. She hoped to find more blankets, however.

Her small cinder block home camouflaged under branches and ferns contained a nice appointment of supplies. She found several paper towels and napkins, a growing supply of snack foods. She even collected a bottle of pain relievers as well as a growing library of books and pamphlets. Eventually, she did find some more blankets, along with a pillow, and even a few articles of clothing she used as bedding, all courtesy of National Forest Service trash bins.

Her daily ritual always started an hour before sunrise, early enough to make her way to the lake to bathe, and then forage through the trash cans before the public came out. She'd fill up water bottles at the faucet, read books and pamphlets for her entertainment, and explore the deeper woods when she was bored. She got to know the area really well.

Lara never forgot Lucy, however.

She knew she was still an afternoon's walk back to her house, and she felt confident she could find the trail that led there. But she feared Lucy had become overly protective of her. She didn't want to put Lucy in danger of the police.

She decided if it got too cold, she could always go back to her. But for now, it might be better to stay here for awhile.

Ch. 86: Naked Girl Living in the Wild

Off into the distance, Lara spotted what she had hoped was some kind of shack, cabin or house she could use as a temporary shelter.

As the day turned into late afternoon, she knew she had only three or four hours left to find something. And not having anything with her, no supplies and still completely nude and barefoot, it would be a very uncomfortable night without shelter.

Ivy had covered over much of what appeared to be a brick structure. A rusted corrugated tin roof  supported by some eroded wooden beams served to keep some of the rain out. The door way was half-way sunken into a pile of trees leaves.  Overall, it didn't look very inviting, but on the other hand, Lara wasn't sure if she could find another structure elsewhere in what remained of the day.  She could either spend the next few hours cleaning this out, or try her luck elsewhere.

She opted to make a go at cleaning it out.

Starting with the entrance, she leaned over and dug her hands into the pile of leaves and pushed them out, leaving a layer of moist, earthy, mulch all over her hands and wrists.  There were bugs and other larvae that crawled out, making her reconsider her efforts.  But she couldn't risk spending anymore time looking for alternatives.

Entering into the structure, she found more leaves and debris, to which she spent the next hour cleaning out until she reached a concrete floor beneath.  The floor was damp from the layer of leaves, and there were more bugs and creepy-crawlies.  Did she really want to sleep here?

It was rather dark inside, considering being located under a canopy of tree covering along with its rusted corrugated roof.  So, it was already difficult to see what else was crawling around.  Nonetheless, she managed to kill or brush aside anything that moved.

Lara next broke off dozens of leafy tree branches and drug them into them structure and laid several of them down on the floor to keep herself relatively dry, clean and padded.  Several more of the branches would serve to cover her nude body to keep her somewhat warm at night, even though the night hadn't been all that chilly lately.

By the time she felt satisfied she had a fairly comfortable bed to sleep in, she thought about food.  But at this time, she had only an hour of daylight left, or even less.  She walked around and looked for something that could be edible based on what she learned as a kid at the nudist camp.  But, she didn't find anything.  She'd have to go hungry over the night.

Lara opted instead to rush back to the lake to clean herself off, and try to get back to the structure before it got too dark to see. She managed to do so, and in returning to the structure there was only shades of dark gray to be seen.

As night blanketed the forest, her vision turned to pitch black.  She remained laying down on her bedding of leaves, listening to sounds of bugs chirping and clacking along with the rustling of leaves under the hooves of mule deer.

Lara felt truly alone, deep inside the wild, amidst the wildlife, naked and hungry, and left to her own defenses and devices.  It couldn't get much more primitive than this for a young 18 year old girl determined to live the way nature had intended.

In moments of loneliness like this, she turned to touching herself. She found a more comfortable position to lay in, turning her hips and torso to the right so that her right arm could more easily reach her escape. Her mind sank into memories and conjured up new fantasies.

Morning came and rushed in a more sweeter tune of song birds.  A single beam of sunlight had managed to find its way into the entrance of temporary abode and shine a small circle on the wall.  Lara pushed aside a few branches of leaves and raised her head.  She managed to stay fairly warm, and somehow none of the bugs and worms bothered her.

Feeling a little bit sticky from the broken leaves and branches, Lara found her way out of the woods and back towards the lake shore for another dip into the water. Washing off the stickiness, she felt much more refreshed and ready to take on the day.  The morning air was cool, and felt even more chilly after she walked back on to shore.  She continued following the water's edge, seeing no one around for miles.

Walking on to a boat ramp, she spotted a picnic ground close by.  There were a few trash cans there placed by the National Forest Service.  She opened up each one hoping to find some kind of food.  One of the cans was almost empty, but another one had plenty of trash in it.  Lara began digging through and eventually found a half-eaten bag of tortilla chips which she breakfasted on.  The chips were stale and nearly chewy. To wash it down, there was a water faucet sticking up from the ground.  She bent over, turned her head sideways, and opened the faucet for a drink.

Lara looked in one more trash can but found no food.  However, she did find a paperback novel that had gotten wet.  She picked it up and carried it with her.

Continuing down the shore, she hadn't walked very far until she spotted a white structure through several trees.  She stopped to get a better look and it appeared to an RV.  Lara carefully stepped towards it and hid behind some other trees.  She finally spotted a second RV further away.  She realized she had encountered a campground.

Campgrounds meant trash cans.  And maybe there might be plenty of food and other supplies she could use to live on.  If so, she wondered if she should spend more time living in that old brick structure she slept in last night.  Lara wandered back into the woods, but maintained a perimeter around the campground, keeping an eye out for more trash cans until she spotted a large dumpster.

The dumpster had a special kind of latch to keep bears from getting in.  It couldn't, however, keep out a hungry eighteen year old girl.  Lara opened up the dumpster and crawled in.  She found a buffet of uneaten food and unopened bottles of water.  There were other reading materials, as well as a blanket that had been torn and muddied, which she kept.

Lara placed all the food and water bottles into the blanket, and wrapped it together, and hurried back to the brick structure where she had slept in last night.

Ch. 85: Going Deep into the Woods

Lara hid from behind a tree, away from the edge of the lake, about 50 yards from where Lucy had fallen to her knees in tears. She could see Lucy breaking down in agony. Lara felt compelled to come out and comfort her.

But she knew she couldn't.

She knew if the police were on her trail, it would only be a matter of time until their focus concentrated on Lucy, and she didn't want Lucy's life to become wrecked apart in the way Julia's life had become. Lara couldn't allow that to happen.

"Lara!" She heard Lucy cry out yet again. Lara's eyes welled up with tears. She quietly tip toed away, staying within the thick of the woods but kept an eye's view of the lake.

The warm temperatures of mid-August kept Lara feeling quite comfortable in all of her nudity.  Her skin would become sticky by late afternoon from the heat and humidity. The tiny bits of dust and particles in the air from covered her in a thin layer of earth which she felt as slightly gritty to her touch.

Having walked a couple of miles along the lake shore, she found a secluded area, and took a dip into the water to wash herself off. As she floated on her back in the water, she couldn't help thinking of Lucy.

She remembered the stories Lucy told her of her life living in this area, and remembered her saying these woods are filled with abandoned houses and shacks that had been built during a more prosperous time some 50 years ago. And it was at this area, at the south end of the lake, where most of these abandoned houses were located.

Lara knew she would have to find some place to sleep over the night.

Walking back up to the shore, she didn't have time to let the sun dry her off, and headed back into the woods dripping wet. The air was still warm enough that she still felt quite comfortable. She had to find one of these abandoned houses before nightfall.

"Teresa?" a young fourteen year old Lara once called out. "I don't think we should go in there."

"It's OK!" Teresa said, intrigued with the possibilities an old run down brick and mortar cabin could provide to a sex-crazed teenager.  "Let's check it out."

The two girls had went hiking during their stay at the nudist camp Teresa's mother always vacationed at in the summer.  They had actually stepped out of the camp boundaries and ventured well into the woods.  Lara was concerned they'd get lost or get into trouble somehow.  She clutched on to Teresa's arm.

The cabin appeared to have played host to numerous visitors and residents over the years, with cans and boxes strewn about.  In one corner there were several cigarette butts, and there was graffiti sprayed all over the inside.

Teresa turned around to face Lara and pulled her up close. Lara's body remained weak, providing no resistance as she complied to Teresa's command.

"Get down on the floor." Teresa instructed a tone of determination. "Over there!" She pointed to a corner where there wasn't any trash.

Lara carefully knelt down, facing Teresa, turning her head and back and forth to move her hair from her face.

"On your hands and knees!" Teresa commanded.

Lara complied, carefully balancing herself on the hard concrete floor.

Teresa indulged in the pleasure of dominance. She could do anything to Lara her warped and creative mind could conjure up, and Lara complied without question through consistent training and reward.

"Who's in charge?" Teresa asked with a tone of authority.

"You are!" Lara cried out.

"Who do you obey?"

"You!"

"You, who?" Teresa asked smugly.

"You, Master!"

"That's right." Teresa answered proudly.

Teresa placed her other hand to the back of Lara's head, pushing it down. "Get down on your belly!"

Lara laid down on the cold concrete floor, tightening her muscles as she adapted to the chilly temperature pressing on to her bare skin.

Lara cried and whined while Teresa continued testing her loyalty and resolve.

"What is your purpose in life?" Teresa asked seductively.

"To do as you say Master!" Lara replied.

"And when do you do it?"

"Immediately Master!"

"And what if I tell you to do something that's too dangerous or too risky?"

"I still do it Master!"

"Very good! You're so very good! Now get up, and let me give you some love." Teresa rewarded.

Ch. 84: Flew Away Like a Bird

Lara felt an awful sense of reality hit her.

The words, "I think they're looking for you" sent a chain of reaction of synapses firing in her brain along with the introduction of neuro-transmitters that her endocrine system hadn't tasted for a month. It all led to a panicked Lara to reemerge from its hibernation while the six-year old girl had become sucked back into her bottle.

"Holy shit." Lara said. "They're coming for me!"

Lucy turned to look at her, realizing the little girl had instantly retreated and sent the eighteen-year old adult back to the top.

"Hon, I'm not going to let them take you, I promise that. We're going to find a way hide you."

The two walked into the cinder block house. Lucy fell into her chair and put her hands on her face. Lara sat on the bed with her hand to her temple, experiencing a head-ache, after having spent a month indulging in her six-year old girl. Thoughts began racing through her mind as she was rushed into the flight-or-fight response.

The thought that the police were on their way, and apparently hot on her trail, sent a shock into her psyche. Lara began to panic and breathe heavily. Her "real Lara" was still shaking off the cobwebs, trying to regain control.

"Lucy?" Lara asked.

"Yes, Hon?"

"If the police find out that I'm here with you, they'll arrest you for harboring a fugitive. I don't want that to happen to you."

Lucy got up from her chair and got down on her knees in front of Lara.

"They're not going to find you Honey. I'm not going to let them get you. I know these woods better than anyone. I can find a place to hide you. You will be alright!"

"No, Lucy! They're going to tear this place apart! My DNA is all over this place! I can't let them arrest you!"

Lara got up and started pacing nervously.

"Baby, please stop talking that way! What's got into you? Go get that backpack over there. We'll start collecting some food and supplies, and then I'll take you someplace where you can hide until they go away!"

"Lucy, no!" Lara insisted.

"What do you mean no? You listen to me! I've got this under control! You just do as I say, and they won't find you!"

"You have to tell them that I was here, but only for a night, and that you had no idea who I was." Lara directed. "You tell them that I washed myself and brushed my hair. That will explain why they find my strands of my hair here. But I left the next afternoon, and you have no idea where I went, and have not seen any sign of me. OK? You got that?"

"What? Got What?" Lucy argued in panic. "Lara, please! It took me so many years to finally find you, and there's no way I'm going to let you go now. I'm committed to protecting you, you hear me?  I'm committed to protecting you!"

"No! They've been catching up to me all this time. And now here they're coming for me again! They'll never stop coming! Do you understand?"

"Lara! No!" Lucy cried out. "You don't understand! They don't know these woods. They don't know all the places I know! I can protect you, they will never find you! Listen to me! I will protect you! You have to trust me!"

Lara began crying, pacing nervously like a race horse about to be let out the gate. Her anger was heating up, born out of the frustration of not being able to get away. As much as she wanted to believe Lucy, she could not. Somehow, the police had become a monster haunting her nightmares, constantly chasing her. She had created this life of wandering, and now it was turning into a life of running.

Lucy grabbed a hold of Lara's shoulders, trying to shake some sense into her. Lara wrestled and tried to wriggle herself loose. Lucy did all she could to restrain her, but Lara was determined to get free, and her youth and stronger will prevailed. Lara ran out the door towards the dirt trail that led down to the lake, naked and barefoot.

"Lara!" Lucy yelled out as she ran out the door behind her.

Lucy ran down the trail after her but couldn't keep pace. She saw Lara disappear down the trail. Lucy kept running, but couldn't catch her breath and had to stop.

"Lara!" She yelled out again. 

Still, Lucy persevered, walking and jogging, walking and jogging, hoping that when she got to the lake, she'd find Lara there.

But when she got to the lake, there was no sign of Lara.

"Lara!!" Lucy cried out once more.

"Please come back!"

There was no answer.

"Lara! Please come back to me baby! Please come back!"

Lucy dropped to her knees and cried.

Ch. 83: All Good Things

The next day, both Lara and Lucy walked the dirt trail down to the lake to spend an afternoon of swimming and picnicking.

The two had skinny dipped together and after some fun times of splashing and swimming, Lucy opted to get back on shore to set up lunch. Lara continued to swim, floating on her back and feeling the warmth of the sun on her face.

On shore, Lucy took a moment to sit down and watch Lara float naked in the water. It reminded her of the times she and her mother would sit on the same shore and watch her father and brothers navigate the boat around the lake.

Somehow, she couldn't help thinking about her daughter Joyce.

Joyce was born twelve years earlier than Lara. Joyce was very loyal to her mother, but didn't have the same youthful innocence. Joyce often helped out with chores, but wasn't at all that happy about doing them. For the most part, she seemed lazy, though responded well to Lucy's acts of affection.

Still, Lucy had a special place in her heart for Joyce, and Joyce always rewarded her with hugs and kisses and "I love you's".

After Joyce died in the fire, Lucy was never able to forgive her husband for accidentally knocking over the lantern. He was drunk and careless, just as he had often been. But the death of Joyce killed Lucy's heart.

Having Lara with her rejuvenated her spirit. She saw in her a daughter that was more like what she had always wanted, someone innocent, loyal, and pure, just like how Lucy saw herself when she was a little girl. 

But Lara had extended that into a new territory which Lucy was quickly becoming addicted to. It added an element of sexual play that added an entirely new dimension to the mother-daughter relationship. Lucy found it very fulfilling, considering she had never enjoyed sex at all before.

Lara had felt completely protected and safe under Lucy. The naive little girl that had been buried inside of Lara's soul was now in complete control of her mind and body. Lara acted like a little girl, spoke spoke like a little girl, and displayed her affection like one as well. Over the past two weeks of living with Lucy, Lara continued transcend deeper into childhood sexuality, something which she became addicted to as well.

She never questioned Lucy. Lucy could order her to do anything and Lara would do it, never giving it any thought but to carry it out. She had completely given her mind, body, and soul to Lucy. Yet, Lucy was so appreciative of Lara that she never took advantage of her other than to enjoy rubbing oil on her nude body and to admire her masturbating. Lucy saw herself as Lara's mother, albeit a very intimate one, and protected her fiercely.

"Lara!" Lucy called out.

Lara looked back at shore.

"Come on back and eat!"

Lara swam back to shore. Now standing dripping wet in front of Lucy, Lucy used a towel to dry her off, rubbing the cloth all over her body and taking every bit of pleasure doing so.

"There you go. Now, sit down and let's eat."

In Lara's perspective as six year old, Lucy was now her mother. She was fully convinced that Lucy had given birth to her some time long ago, and that she had been raised right here at the cinder block house. Lara didn't know anything about the rest of the world. As far she was concerned, it was normal to be naked, normal to masturbate openly, and normal to let her mother massage and shave her pussy.

Even Lucy herself found it difficult to separate fantasy from reality. There were times she talked and acted as if she were indeed Lara's mother. There were other times she was hit with the reality that she was just an old woman entertaining a guest.

An hour later, the two were headed back to the house to finish up with chores and then to refresh each other with a sponge bath.

However, Lucy seemed to slow down her pace as her attention was alerted. Up ahead, she could spot flashing lights by her house.

"There's something going on up there." She said to Lara.

"What is it?"

"I think it's the Sheriff."

Lucy had to think quickly.

"OK, I want you to hide behind those trees." She instructed to Lara. "And stay there until I say otherwise."

Lara quickly did as she as was told, peeking her head from behind the tree trunk. Lucy continued up the trail reaching the house minutes later.

"Sheriff," Lucy addressed. "What brings you around here?"

"Miss Lucy, how are you doing Ma'am?"

"I'm fine. What's going on?"

"Well, we're looking for a missing girl. You know anything about her?"

"A missing girl?" Lucy chuckled. "There's probably a million missing girls!"

"Her name is Lara." The Sheriff said.

Lucy felt her stomach drop.

"Nope. Ain't no one been around here." She replied.

"Well, we were informed by some other kids that this Lara was taken to your house about a month ago."

"Well who the Hell is saying that?" Lucy exclaimed. "I'm the only one here! Ain't no one here but me!"

"Look Ma'am, there's no need to get upset. We're just following up on a tip. Apparently this girl might be involved in some kind of narcotics business or kidnapping. The FBI is working on it too."

"The FBI?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, I figured I'd see you about before they get to you."

"What, you mean the FBI is coming here?"

"Pretty soon. I suggest you clean things up around this place. They'll be looking."

"Well Hell! I own all this land! No FBI is going to come on to property without a warrant! You better see to that!"

"Now look here Miss Lucy!" The Sheriff said. "I've known you all my life. I know you don't mean any trouble. I'm just letting you know that the FBI are coming and they won't be as nice as me. So, if you do know about this girl, you better think of something quick."

"Fine, Sheriff. You let them come on over. I ain't got nobody here. Now you go on and get off my property and leave me alone!"

The Sheriff got into his car and drove away. Lucy stood there and watched the car drive off into the distance, up and over the hills.

Lucy put her fingers into her mouth and whistled. "Lara!" She shouted out. "Come on up here!"

Lara emerged from behind the trees and ran up to the house, catching her breath.

"I guess some more people are going to be coming by."

"More people?" Lara asked.

"Yeah, I think they're looking for you."

Ch. 82: Cumming for Mommy

"Your skin is just so beautiful, and smells so lovely!" Lucy commended, rubbing the sponge across Lara's body. Lara was standing in the galvanized tub outside, letting Lucy wash her.

Lara giggled.

"And your hair too!" Lucy continued. "Just look how silky it is and how it shines so pretty!"

Lara giggled again, unable to contain her joy. She held her arms up to her chest, with her hands folded, excited to hear Lucy praises.

"And your tush is looking so cute! You just have the sweetest little behind I have ever seen!"

Lara giggled some more. "Mommy!" She expressed innocently.

"After we get you cleaned up, how about we get your little fancy all smoothed up? We're going to get it all soft and pretty, just like your pretty blue eyes!"

"Yay! Mommy!" Lara squealed in her six year old voice.

An entire month had followed, and Lucy had learned exactly how to keep Lara's six-year old alter outside twenty-four hours a day. She made a habit of pampering her, praising her, while at the same time making her safe and protected. In turn, Lara had become immersed into a child-like sexual role play that she was not able to control.

"Here, step out of the tub and we'll dry you off. Then we'll go back inside and get finished up." Lucy added.

Lara danced and skipped her way in full nudity back into the cinder block house. The way Lucy had managed to keep Lara in her six-year old girl for around the clock, day after day, had caused Lara to venture deeper into child-like behavior. 

"Yay, yay! We're sha-shave! Yay, yay! We're sha-shave!" Lara began singing as she jumped on to the bed, rolling back and forth like a child.

Lucy closed the door behind her, and fetched the can of shaving cream and the razor. She also fetched a bottle of that lavender oil along with some towels.

"Lay still Hon." She directed. "Mommy needs you stay still."

Lara stopped rolling around, and laid on her back waiting. Meanwhile, she still whispered, "Yay, yay. We're sha-shave!"

"First, I think we need some oil." Lucy spoke happily. "We're going to get all soft and smelling pretty!"

She poured some lavender oil in her hands, rubbed it together until it warmed up.

"Lift your knees up for me, please." Lucy instructed.

Lara lifted her legs wide and pulled them back, revealing her pussy openly. 

"That's a good girl!"

Lucy rubbed her hands across Lara's pubis, labia, and anus, rubbing it back and forth numerous times until the oil reached deep into the skin. Lara had learned to make a child-like sound of sexual pleasure combined with giggling. Lucy used one arm to hook Lara's leg, and keep it pulled back while her other hand rubbed oil deep into her clitoris. The feel of Lucy's strong arm pinning her leg back made Lara feel ever more submissive, all the while stroking the very heart and soul of the six-year old girl.

Picking up the bottle of lavender oil with her free hand, she carefully poured more oil on Lara's pubic mound. Then continued to rub the oil all over her labia and clitoris again, until Lara's body had succumbed to Lucy's control.

"Mommy wants to keep your little fancy all oiled up and soft, and smelling so sweet!"

"Uhh!" Lara whined and giggled in a euphoric trance. "Mommy..."

Lucy released Lara's leg and then reached for the shaving cream.

"Can you lift your knees up again Honey?"

Lara raised her legs up and out while Lucy spread cream all over Lara's pubic mound and labia. Then she leaned over and carefully began shaving her. Lucy managed to use one arm to hold Lara's right leg back, while the same hand to pull Lara's skin taut. She stroked the razor and carefully shaved.

Lucy managed to shave Lara's entire genitalia, taking great care and patience to feel around for stubble and remove every bit of growth. By the time it took to complete everything, a mixture of oil and shaving cream had ran down across Lara's anus, and pooled on the mattress.

Lara's pussy was already naturally wet. Her adult body had reacted to such excessive stimulation, preparing for a deep penetration. Her labia had already engorged, and her clitoris buzzing and brimming with great angst, beckoned a six-year old girl to play with herself even as Lucy was still finishing up.

"Almost done Honey!" Lucy reassured, noting Lara's inability to refrain from touching herself.

"Uhh, Mommy!" Lara agonized, barely able to stop herself from touching.

Lucy reached for a towel to wipe her little girl clean. She looked carefully to make sure she caught every hair.

"Oh dear! I missed a few places." Lucy remarked.

She applied a little more shaving cream with her finger, and ran the razor until everything was shaved smooth.

Lara couldn't help reaching for her clitoris.

"Just wait a second Honey. Let Mommy finish!"

"Uhh! Mommy!" Lara complained, wanting desperately to masturbate.

"I know, I know! We're almost done!"

She took hold of the towel, and wiped Lara clean.

"There you go now!"

Lara reached down to her clitoris and began rubbing. Her natural juices immediately flooded after being wiped up with the towel.

Lucy watched Lara's young nude body twist under the aggressive rubbing of her fingers. The sounds of desperation that leaked from Lara's lips as she eagerly masturbated stimulated Lucy's body. She loved the feeling of this special kind of motherly love, and relished knowing that she was still with a legal adult.

"Uhh! Mommy!" Lara whined, locked and focused on making herself burst.

Lucy picked up the towel, razor, cream, and bottle of oil, and began putting them back. She the picked up another piece of wood to toss into the stove, and put on a kettle of water. Finally, she found a coffee cup and fetched a tea bag. She found the latest issue of a magazine she recently purchased in town and prepared to sit in her chair.

Lucy knew she could take her sexual interest in Lara to greater levels, but somehow she was satisfied with just this much. She did have thoughts of doing more, but she could never get herself to go any further. Something in her wanted to just keep things at this level. Perhaps it would no longer feel like motherhood if she took it a higher level. At her age, she reasoned, she could never be Lara's lover. She preferred the mother-daughter dynamic of sexualty.

"Uhh! Mommy!" Lara whined, working herself uncontrollably on the bed, heaving and gasping into another orgasm.

The kettle began to whistle. Lucy took it and poured the boiling water into her coffee cup. She added the tea bag, and then found her chair, ready to read herself to sleep.

Lara moaned and whined on the bed. She had curled herself up on her side. Lucy took notice and stood up from the chair and walked to the bed.

"Good girl Sweetheart!" She whispered. "You made Mommy very happy."

She kissed Lara on the forehead and pulled a blanket over her, then returned to her chair to read.

"Mommy." She whispered.

Lucy turned to look at Lara.

"Hi Mommy." Lara spoke and smiled.

"Yes Honey?" Lucy turned to look."

Lara giggled. "I feel good!"

"That's good Hun. Are you tired, are you ready for bed?"

"I don't know. I don't think I'm sleepy yet!"

"Well, would you like Mommy to make you some tea?"

"Umm, no thank you. Can I sit next to you Mommy?"

"Well, of course! You want to sit on the couch together?"

"No, I can come over!"

Lara jumped up from the bed and skipped over to Lucy. She knelt down on her knees right next to the chair.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Lucy said. "You think you'd like to walk to the lake tomorrow?"

"Can we?" Lara asked, straightening up her body in excitement.

"Of course we can!" Lucy chuckled.  "We'll bring a picnic basket and go swimming."

"Yay! I love swimming!" Lara yelled.

"I remember swimming there when I was a little girl. My daddy would pull a boat into the water, and he and my brothers would go fishing. My mother and I stayed behind to make lunch and set up the picnic table."

Lara looked up at Lucy with open eyes and a gaze of wonder.

"I loved my mother so much!" Lucy continued. "I named my daughter after her. Joyce. I remember the day my mother died. I cried and cried for days."

"When did she die?" Lara asked.

"About 10 years ago."

Lara put her hand down into her crotch and found her clitoris. She began rubbing while listening to Lucy tell stories.

"We buried her at the church in Hampton. Maybe I ought to take you to see her grave."

"I'd like that." Lara answered, continuing to play with herself.

"Every Summer there used to be a big carnival at the south end of the lake. You could get popcorn, hot dogs, play games, and ride horses. There would be bands playing, and girls and boys were always chasing each other.  It was so innocent back then.  Today, all kids want to do now is take drugs.  It's so different now."

Lara's interest in rubbing her clitoris seemed to heighten. She managed to conjure up enough natural lubricant to support a more concentrated rhythm. She moved her legs apart slightly, while still sitting on her knees.

"I think that's why I love you so much." Lucy continued. "You have such a deep innocence about you that reminds me of my own childhood. The way you do what I ask you do, the way you show so much enthusiasm, even the way you rest yourself on me and play with yourself, I see so much innocence and beauty in you."

Lara's breathing increased while her rhythmic hand movements across her clitoris maintained their determination.

Lucy noticed her. She moved her hand to Lara's back, stroking her hair and head.

Lara began licking her lips, making light moans and whines.

"Oh, Mommy!" She whined.

"Aw, such a good girl!" Lucy commended. "Maybe we can take a drive out to the County Fair this year. I'd love to buy you a cotton candy, maybe we can get hot dogs together, or even ice creams. I used to love going to the fair with my mama. She would hold my hand and we would see the horses, and chickens, and we got the ride the ferris wheel. It was such a wonderful time!"

Lucy felt a great sense of eroticism in the way Lara openly expressed sexuality in such a child like innocence. It also made her envious that she never got to experience anything like it when she was young. She watched Lara's closed eyes, her focused hand, and subtle whines and moans. She could hear Lara's natural lubricant squish under her rapidly moving fingers.  She could only imagine what she might be fantasizing about right now.

Lucy's hand on the back of Lara neck squeezed gently, just enough to let her know that she was right here, maintaining control and a watchful eye.

"You go right ahead Sweetheart. Mommy's here to protect you." Lucy encouraged. 

"Uhh! Mommy!" Lara whined as she fell on her butt, rubbing herself frantically. She began heaving and bucking uncontrollably.

"Mommy!"

Lara sucked in her tummy and raised her pelvis, repeating it several times as the orgasm ran its course. She whined and cried through the ordeal. Lucy remained in awe at how much sexual power Lara possessed. Lara's body began twitching as her breathing sounded labored and stressed.

Lucy stoked Lara's hair.

"Ohh!" Lara labored, panting through the aftermath. Her body twitched as random jolts of electricity shot through her body.

"That's a good girl." Lucy whispered to Lara. "Good, good girl!"

Ch. 81: Giving Into Lustful Desire

"We used to knit just about everything when I was young." Lucy said sitting in her chair demonstrating the craft of knitting to Lara. Lara knelt nude on the floor next to her, watching with fascination, like a little child paying attention to a magic trick.

"I used to make clothes for my husband, for my daughter, for my son... You learn how to get by with your own hands when you grow up out here."

In the few weeks that Lara had lived with Lucy, she had grown very fond of her, regarding her as a mother-figure and a figure of authority. Lara had developed a loyalty to Lucy and thrived on her praise and words of wisdom. Whatever Lucy asked her to do, Lara happily complied just for the praise alone.

Lucy developed the same admiration, but from a different perspective. She saw Lara as a young protege, teaching her the ways of simple living and thriving in the wilderness. She wasn't sure how long Lara would eventually stay, but as long as Lara chose to stay, Lucy continued to welcome her.

More profoundly, Lara was teaching Lucy something about femininity she had never known. There was a great deal of youthful innocence in Lara, almost an innocent form of sexuality, where Lara could express an eroticism that came across as natural as the wilderness itself.

Lucy developed an interest in watching Lara's six-year old girl express herself openly and honestly. The way she rolled around naked on the couch reading her book, the way she touched herself in front of Lucy, the way she knelt next to Lucy on the floor while demonstrated knitting, suggested a little girl who unknowingly displayed a great deal of "accidental" sexuality.

Finding something erotic and alluring in another female had never crossed Lucy's mind before. But then again, Lucy never saw anything sexually attractive in a man either. She married for the same reason other girls married, because it was expected of them. But over the years, Lucy came to love Nature, and found herself falling in love with things that embraced the programming that Mother Nature bred into them.

"Lara, why don't you start a fire in the stove." Lucy asked.

Lara got up and quickly and grabbed a couple pieces of wood, put them into the pot bellied stove, and lit a fire. Once the fire took hold, Lucy instructed her to put on a kettle of water and prepare a couple of cups of tea.

"Sit down by the stove Lara".

Lara knelt down and sat on her knees by the stove, putting her hands out forward and feeling the warmth radiating on to her naked body. Lucy sat down behind her and began brushing Lara's hair.

"Your hair needs to be brushed regularly." Lucy said. "A girl so beautiful as you needs her hair brushed everyday. When we were kids we could keep our hair soft and beautiful just by brushing it two or three times a day."

"Really?" Lara said.

"Yes, that's a fact." Lucy remarked.

Lara pointed her face down as Lucy continued to brush. She liked how it felt to be groomed by Lucy. It made her feel pretty and cherished. Lara had drifted into her six-year old girl.

"After this I'd like to rub some lavender oil on you."

"What's lavender oil for, Mommy?"

Lucy paused, and continued to brush. She caught off-guard Lara addressing her Mommy, but welcomed it.

"Oh it's good for you, Hun. It'll help you relax, sooth your joints, and help your blood circulation. It'll keep your skin soft too."

Lucy put the brush down and stood up. "Let me get the bottle right now."

Reaching into a cabinet by the food pantry, Lucy pulled out a medium sized bottle and brought it back.

"I want you to stand up."

Lara complied, standing up by the pot bellied stove.

Lucy opened up the bottle and poured some oil in her hands, rubbing it together to warm up the oil. Then she applied her hands on Lara's chest and rubbed the oil deep into her skin. The aroma of lavender filled Lara's senses.

"Mmm!" She said. "It smells pretty!"

"Yes, and it's very good for you too".

Lucy rubbed her hands all across Lara's nude body, rubbing the oil deep into her breasts, into her arms and hands, and her across her tummy. Lucy knelt down on her knees. Then she poured out a little more, rubbed it warm on her hands, and ran her hands over Lara's pubic mound several times, looking up at Lara's eyes to gauge her reaction. Lara merely smiled and giggled, suggesting there were no issues with it.

Lucy went on to rub the oil into her labia and inner-thighs. Lara giggled and wiggled. Lara had the look of a innocent young girl with a great deal of trust and admiration for her mother. Lucy moved her hands down Lara's legs and into her feet.

"You've been so good today." Lucy whispered as she rubbed oil deep. "You did the laundry, you washed the dishes, you cleaned up the room, and you made the fire. I'm very proud of you."

Lara smiled back at Lucy. "Thank you Mommy!" She said innocently.

Lucy moved on to Lara's butt, rubbing back and forth and between her cheeks, across her anus, and once again across her labia.

Lara had brought her hands up to her chest, folded them together, and tucked her elbows to her sides. In her mind, she saw an image of herself clutching a teddy bear that she once had to help her feel safe.

All in all, Lucy spent a good twenty minutes was touching Lara everywhere, and strayed into the mysterious world of mother-daughter sexuality.

"There, you smell so beautiful Lara!"

"I know! I like it!"

"What do you say?" Lucy asked.

"Thank you Mommy!" Lara replied happily in a little girl's voice.

Lucy chuckled, surprised to hear what she had just heard.

"I should rub oil on you more often.  What do you think?"

"Can we Mommy? Can we?"

"Of course we can! I just want you to be a good girl and get your chores done for me, OK?"

"Yay! OK!" Lara jumped, clapping her hands."

Lucy found herself smitten with Lara's youthful innocence. She was still confused by it all, but at this point didn't bother trying to understand Lara's psychological state of mind. Touching her body in this way was something she had never done with anyone, yet she found herself compelled to do so. Lucy never realized she could feel this way.

"You go ahead and play on the couch." Lucy offered.

Lara had run to the couch and threw herself down, immediately reaching for her clitoris and basking into her little girl. Lara was immediately quiet, her eyes closed, seemingly lost in a trance, with only her fingers making rhythmic movements.

Lucy watched with a mixture of both sexual excitement and pity. She reminded herself this was an eighteen year old woman who sometimes acted like a young woman but other times acted like a child. Yet it still offered Lucy an opportunity to experience a new kind of mother-daughter play she had missed when her daughter was this young.

Ch. 80: Getting Cleanly Shaved Once Again

A week went by and Lara found herself fulfilled living and working in the nude with Lucy in a small single room cinder block house in the middle of the wilderness.

She learned to do the laundry herself, scrubbing clothes across a washboard and pinning them to a clothesline. She learned how to light the potbellied stove, and how to light the kerosene lamps. She learned how to pump water and learned how to shoot a rifle.

The fact that Lucy didn't mind her being nude and appreciated her presence made her forget about traveling to California. California was just a place she thought she needed to go to find the perfect environment for nude living. Yet, here was the place.

"I'm going into town to pick up some supplies". Lucy said. "Do you need me to get you anything?"

"No, I'm OK." Lara replied.

"Oh wait." Lara continued. "Actually, I could use a razor and shaving cream?" She said humbly with a slight smile?

"A razor?" Lucy asked. "For what?  Your legs look pretty smooth as they are!"

"Um, well not for that..." Lara said cautiously.

"Well then, for what?"

Lucy stood waiting for an answer, but Lara seemed hesitant.

"Um..." Lara paused.

"Well, tell me what it is!"

"You know, it's for down there."

Lucy paused. And then took on a look of surprise, realizing what Lara had meant. "Oh, down there!"

Lucy chuckled, waved her hand and picked up her car keys. "OK, not a problem".

Lara sat on the couch and opened up a book she had started reading the other day, "Jane Eyre", at the advice of Lucy. "I think you'll identify with Jane." Lucy had said, prompting an admiring Lara to comply with her suggestion.

She no sooner got into the book when she realized that she hadn't heard from Angela or Annette. The fact that Julia had not been brought here suggested that police must have caught up with her. She wondered if Julia had made it back home to her parents.

Lara thought about asking Lucy if she could ask Angela to find out. But Lara realized it wouldn't do any good. She reasoned that if Julia was still at the Home of Abused Women, Angela would have told her where to find her. Moreover, Lara didn't want to impose on Lucy.

Later in the afternoon, after Lucy had come back, the two bathed behind the house.

Bathing consisted of standing in the galvanized wash tub with soapy water, and then scrubbing themselves with a sponge. There was room for only one person in the tub, so the two took turns. A naked Lara stood in the tub while Lucy ran the sponge up and down her body. After she was done, Lara stepped out on to a rubber mat that Lucy laid on the ground, and Lara dried herself off. Then Lucy stepped into the tub and Lara scrubbed her with the sponge. It was the only time Lucy ever removed her clothes outdoors.

"Have you ever thought about just going nude more often?" Lara asked.

Lucy laughed. "No, it hadn't really crossed my mind. Beside, it would probably scare off the deer!"

Lara, ran the sponge up and down Lucy's legs.

"I have to say, however, it's nice to have someone scrub your back for a change." Lucy added.

"Not a problem." Lara replied. "It's fun to help each other!"

Lucy stepped out of the tub and onto the rubber mat and dried herself off. Lara stepped back into the tub with the razor and shaving cream that Lucy bought for her earlier in the afternoon. She squatted down, applied some cream, and began shaving herself smooth.

"It always feels so refreshing to clean up." Lucy remarked as she turned around to look at Lara. Lucy noticed her squatting down, running the razor carefully across her outer labia.

"Dear Lord young lady, you're going to cut yourself!"

Lara chuckled. "I do this all the time!"

The sight of a young female squatting down and pulling the skin of her pubis taut while exposing her inner labia was something Lucy had never expected to see. But after catching Lara masturbating the first time she saw her, nothing seemed to out of the ordinary with her.

Having been married since sixteen and having worked her entire life keeping a house in the wilderness and raising children, sexuality was never something to express, but just simply an act that took place in the household. With Lara running around naked, masturbating openly, and shaving her pubic hair, Lucy got to see first hand how girls from big cities wore their sexuality publicly.

Lucy wasn't offended by any means with it. She spent her entire life gaining an appreciation for Nature, and saw Lara as simply a product of Nature. She was more intrigued with people than she was disgusted by their practices. She didn't spend much time attending church either, unlike others in nearby towns. She never developed any kind religious views aside from believing in God. But for Lucy, God was just a abstract term for describing something larger than humanity and Earth, and as far as Lucy could see, Lara was just being the way God had intended.

"There!" Lara said, displaying her cleanly shaven public mound and labia.

Lucy chuckled and waived her hand at her.

"OK Lara, that's good, OK!"

Ch. 81: Laments and Sorrows

Julia woke from her nap to a darkened tent. There was still light leaking through the spaces between the massive boulders creating her shelter underneath, but their lower levels of illumination indicated the sun was getting close to setting.

She began to worry that Ellen would not return. Her thoughts reasoned that she had been caught by deputies and detained for questioning. She figured the Sheriff would have asked where she had been and maybe even be forced to reveal her location. Julia recognized she may to push on alone, through woods she was not familiar with and in search of Lara's location with no idea where she might be.

"I should have asked Ellen right away where Angela's aunt lives." She thought to herself.

Julia crawled out of the tent and found a place where she could pee. The space underneath the boulders where she hid was large enough for the tent, and still had ample room to step out, but not much.

Her face made an expression of pain as she tried to crouch with her bad ankle.

When finished, she stood up and peeked through sliver of space between two boulders. She saw no sign of Ellen, nor could hear anything.

Julia chose to crawl back into the tent.

Regret flooded her conscience.

She lamented for being so clumsy as to lose her footing on the rock and hurting her ankle. She lamented for not toughing out the pain and causing Lara to go for help. She lamented for letting Lara go without her.

And not just regret, but shame poured over her too. The way she complained about Lara going nude in front of people in broad daylight, like at the various Starbucks', and the gas station, she realized how much she had talked like her mother and treating the Lara the same way.

Julia vowed to herself that when saw Lara again, that she would be all in.

"Julia?" A voice called. Julia listened while remaining still. It sounded like Ellen.

"Julia? Are you still in there?"

"Ellen?" Julia asked, calling from inside the tent.

"Ah! Good! You're still here!"

Julia crawled out the door of the tent.

"I need some help. I brought a lot of stuff!" Ellen asked.

Julia reached her hand through the narrow space the two girls had originally squeezed through. Ellen handed her bottles of water, one by one. There were also bananas, apples, and grapes, along with several meat sticks. In addition, Ellen handed over a package of paper napkins and two sleeping bags that compressed and rolled up small. Lastly, she handed Julia an empty backpack that she had carried everything in.

"Oh my God!" Julia remarked. "Thank you so much!"

"Hey, you're welcome!"

"Where did you get all this? Julia asked, opening a bottle and taking a drink.

"I cut across the creek to Eugene and May's. They're this old couple. They're really nice. You can trust them completely. Well, I told them what's going on. They said deputies are going door to door asking about you and Lara. They said they didn't know anything about it, and they were telling the truth because they hadn't heard about you two yet. Well, May started right away filling up this backpack. Eugene said he could drive us to Lucy's, but we might have to wait a few days until things quiet down. I got May's cellphone. He's going to call me and let me know."

"That's great!" Julia replied.

"Yeah, I guess Sheriff is really serious about finding you two!"

"I don't know why." Julia sounded confused. "We didn't do anything wrong!"

"Well, Eugene and May are nice, but they're pretty cautious too. So, it may be awhile."

"You think Eugene can call up Lucy and let Lara know where I am?"

"No. Lucy doesn't have a phone. But what about Lara? Maybe I can call her right now!"

"She doesn't have a cellphone either."

"Hmm..." Ellen replied. "I wonder if Eugene can drive over to Lucy's and tell Lara directly about you?"

"Yeah, could he?" Julia asked, sounding hopeful.

"Let me call him right now."

Ellen retrieved May's cellphone from inside her bra and began calling Eugene's phone. She held it to her ear and waited. Nearly a full minute went by.

"He's not answering." Ellen hung up. "I'm gonna send him a text."

"Well, if he doesn't answer, I can just walk back there tomorrow and ask him in person."

"Why would he not answer?"

"Oh, he's an old guy. You know how they are!"

Ch. 80: Fugitives From the Law

Ellen wasted no time getting the tent put together. The space underneath the large boulders where the two girls chose to spend the night was large enough to house the tent and still provide a little bit of room outside too.

It turned out to be great hiding place.

It was located partially up a hill nestled along a series of mountain ridges overlooking the dense, thick canopy of trees below. Anyone below the canopy would never see these large boulders at all. The only way to be spotted was from the air, and the camouflaged-colored tent would be impossible to spot hidden inside the space of the boulders.

"Will they ever find us here?" Julia asked Ellen.

"It's doubtful. I don't think Sheriff even knows about this place. But, we don't have any food or water. We're going to have to think of something by tomorrow morning."

Ellen helped Julia down to her hands and knees so that she could crawl into the tent. Ellen followed her inside.

Julia laid her shirt and skirt on the bottom of the tent and used them to lay on. The warm summer air made it comfortable to be nude. Ellen found a place next to Julia to lay down as well.

"Hey, thanks so much for getting me out of the Home." Julia expressed. "There's just no way I could let them get me."

"Oh, don't even think about it!" Ellen reassured. "I just needed a reason to get out of there. Look at it this way, you're doing me a favor!"

"I hope this is not going to get you in trouble." Julia added.

"Oh Hell no! Sheriff's almost like my big brother. He's known me since I was a baby. He won't do anything to me."

"Well... I'm just really grateful." Julia said, opting to close her eyes and try to relax.

Ellen smiled. She remained looking at Julia. Ellen was older by only a few years, yet felt so much more behind in terms of intellect and knowledge than Julia. She turned to look at herself, her arms, legs, and her body, then compared them to Julia. She felt Julia was more beautiful and feminine than she. Ellen was not jealous, but just in awe to see a young woman who looked just like the ones in fashion magazines.

"I had a boyfriend show me this place a couple of years ago." Ellen explained. "He had been living right here for two months! He would walk into the town the same way we came up and he would bring food and water up here. Except he didn't have a tent. He just had a sleeping bag. I can't imagine staying here for that long."

"Must have been nice to just live so free." Julia remarked, still with her eyes closed.

"I guess! He didn't have anywhere else to live! He wanted me to live with him, and I told him no way! I needed a house, you know? Some place proper. And I wanted a man who could work and provide, and he didn't want to get a job. So, I stopped seeing him."

"I used to think that way too." Julia said. "I wanted a beautiful house, and a husband who worked hard and went to church, a couple of kids, and... Well, I don't know now."

"Really? You don't want that anymore?"

"No! Well, I don't know. I mean, Lara really opened my eyes the past few days. Well, the past few weeks actually. The past few years probably!"

"Huh." Ellen said, looking at Julia's body. You seem so much more refined than me. Not like any of us girls here in these mountains. You're so much more beautiful. You talk proper, and you walk with elegance, and your hair is so..."

Julia laughed.

"Elegance? I'm hobbling around now!"

"Well, you know what I mean!" Ellen chuckled. "You've got so much more going for you! And me, I'm just trash for sixty bucks."

Ellen paused and remained quiet.

Julia opened her eyes and turned to look and noticed her looking troubled. She reached with her hand to touch Ellen on her arm.

"Hey... That's not going to happen anymore! You deserve anything you want. You've already taken the first step! You left that Home! And you're pretty good looking yourself too. I wouldn't put yourself down."

Ellen smiled, feeling a little coy.

"Thanks. I really appreciate that. Hey, I hope I'm not imposing, but I think I'd really like to tag along if you don't mind. I mean, after you get back with Lara."

"Oh." Julia muttered. "Well, I don't see why not. Yeah, that would be fun!"

"Thanks." Ellen felt hopeful.

"Well, we're going to need food and water." Ellen continued, snapping herself back into survival mode. "I'm thinking of hiking back down and seeing if I can get us something."

"Really? You mean now?" Julia asked.

"Yeah, probably a good idea. We still have plenty of daylight. If we wait until tomorrow morning, we're going to get way too thirsty and hungry."

Ellen sat up and crawled out of the tent. Julia sat up and watched. Ellen peeked her head back into the tent.

"Don't worry I'll be back before dark. Just stay here, okay?"

"Okay, but be safe!"

Julia watched Ellen leave. Part of her felt safe knowing she was someplace no one would ever find her. But another part felt afraid to be alone and so far from home. She laid herself down again, this time on her side. Julia thought about her parents and of Lara. She knew her father would be more angry this time than ever before. She preferred not to even see him again, just to avoid the confrontation, though she already missed her parents. On the other hand, she ached for Lara. She recognized that after all these years of being her best friend, she had actually been in love with her and not known it.

Ch. 79: Paradise Found, At Last

Deep into the woods, Julia had finally arrived at the tent that she and Lara had slept in. It was laying on the ground by some blackberry bushes, right where the two girls had dropped it to collect fruit for breakfast. 

Ellen picked up the tent and tent rods, wedged it under her arm, and continued to help Julia hobble into the dense, dark part of the woods.

About an hour later, the girls came to the place where Julia and Lara had originally set up the tent.

"Here." Julia said. "Set up the tent right here."

"Right here?" Ellen asked.

"Yeah, this is where Lara and I slept."

"I think we need to keep going. Once Sheriff finds you're gone, he'll probably send a search party into these woods. I know a better place we can go."

Ellen continued helping Julia walk. She lead her into a direction that Julia and Lara had not traveled, towards a cropping of large boulders partially up a hillside. It was a very difficult climb for Julia with a sore ankle.

Julia grimaced and moaned being forced to put more weight on her bad leg as she attempted to take steep steps up boulders and rocks.

"It's not that much further, just take your time." Ellen encouraged.

Julia reached the top, she found a small pond surrounded by several large boulders.

"This is actually the pool for a waterfall. When the water's running, it runs down all them boulders and creates the creek that goes by the Home. Right now, all we got is this pool."

The water was stagnant and mossy. Hardly something anyone would want to wade in. It also smelled bad.

"But look over there to your left. You see them big boulders over there? There's a cave in there." Ellen pointed.

When the girls reached the cave, Julia realized it wasn't actually a cave at all. It was just several massive boulders that had fallen on top of each other thousands of years ago, creating a large space underneath. Julia would have to squeeze herself through a narrow gap between two of the boulders to get inside.

"Uhh!" She whined, wincing in pain over her ankle.

Ellen handed the tent and tent rods to Julia inside, then squeezed her way through.

"We can set up the tent here for the night." She said.

"Can you help me out of these clothes?" Julia asked.

Ellen giggled.

"Well girl, you just don't waste time do you?"

***

Sunrise couldn't have come any sooner for Lara who had trouble sleeping through the night. She remained laying on the couch, naked with no covers, feeling warm from the heat of the potbellied stove.

Lucy was in bed snoring away, and apparently, snored much too loud for Lara.

Lara quietly stepped outside of the house and walked around the corner to pee. The sunrise cast its orange red colors across the lake. Lara stood to admire its beauty.

The concept of working to earn her stay at the house actually seemed admirable to Lara. Growing up, her mother rarely made her and her brothers work, allowing much of the house to remain cluttered and unkempt. There were times she washed dishes and did laundry, but it never felt like it was her duty. For the most part, living at home was just being a daughter.

Lara walked towards the back of the house and looked around the junk left cluttered around. There was a water pump that looked like it was still in use. There was also a clothesline with new clothespins and a galvanized wash tub. Several yards away was a set of patio chairs arranged around a fire pit underneath a large oak tree.

But amidst all this there was absolute quiet here aside from the gentle sounds of breeze blowing through the trees and a distant sound of birds. The smell of oaks, grasses and wildflowers in the morning filled the air and Lara relished the sense, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath.

She realized that this is exactly the place where she wanted to be, out in the middle of nowhere, naked, living simply and at one with Nature. Suddenly, she found herself happy.

Later in the afternoon, Lara was in the same place, but helping Lucy with the laundry. Lara learned how to pump water into the galvanized wash bin and then scrub the clothes on the washboard.  After each item she scrubbed, Lucy hung it up on the clothesline.

"How long have you been living here?" Lara asked.

"Since I was sixteen." Lucy replied.

"Wow, sixteen?"

"We used to have a house over there." Lucy pointed in the direction of the hills. "Yeah, that's when I got married, sixteen."

"Sixteen!"

Lucy laughed. "Back then, every girl got married at 16. At least the pretty ones anyway!"

Lara laughed too. "I bet you were really very pretty back then!"

"Well what do you mean? I'm still pretty aren't I?"

Lara laughed again and blushed.

"So what happened to that house?" Lara asked.

"It burned down a few years ago.  Fred, my husband, was drunk, and knocked over a lantern and the whole place caught fire. I had daughter who didn't make it. He ended up going to prison for manslaughter. So, my son helped me build this little place. I thought this was a better location."

"Oh, I'm sorry about your daughter."

"Yes, she was a real sweetheart."

"Annette said that you're Angela's uncle's ex. So are you divorced now?"

"Yeah, that would be right. I divorced him after that."

Lara nodded her head, and continued washing clothes, handing over each item to Lucy as she finished.

"I think this is a great place you have. I really love it out here." Lara said.

"Well thank you, I like it very much too. So how old are you anyways? Lucy said to Lara.

Lara handed a pair of jeans to Lucy, and replied, "Eighteen".

Lucy laughed. "Well you're just a spring chicken! And to think, you made it out here from Charleston butt naked."

Lara giggled. "So how about you? How old are you?"

"Old enough, trust me!  That's all you need to know."

Lucy was Fifty-nine years old. She was of normal height, still built strong and in good shape for her age. She had dark hair, cut short, but was very well salted with gray. She clearly looked aged and weathered, but didn't look like an "old lady".

Her face, arms and shoulders were tanned from working outside much of her life. She preferred to wear jeans and a tank top on most days because she liked the toughness and durability of jeans, while a tank top seemed to emphasize her femininity. Lucy never lost sight of the fact that she was a woman, but felt she had to maintain her toughness living in the wilderness.

"OK, well now that we're finished with the laundry, how about we make some lunch?" Lucy asked.

"Yeah, that sounds great!"