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.
