I walked over and stretched out on the lounger and started to read. Time passed easily and it seemed a completely natural way to spend the day; me in my bathrobe, and Natasha in her tattoos, reading in silence.

At some point I paused my reading, and noticed Natasha was staring into the distance, daydreaming.

“What time do you think it is?” I asked her. She twisted around and peered back into the house where I guessed there must be a clock on the wall.

“It looks like it’s something like two o’clock,” she replied.

I looked around me at the sun-baked paving, and then down at my bathrobe. “I really should get dressed at some point.”

Natasha laughed and shrugged. “I don’t see why. I’m not planning to bother.” That brought a laugh from me. “And besides, all you’ve got is that tight dress from last night, and you really don’t want to be wearing that in this heat.” She had a point there. The thought of an underwired bra pressing into my chest and clingy fabric wrapped around my hips did not appeal one bit. I thought for a second.

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Together they rose to their feet, their arms still around each other. Sarah’s body was so soft against her own and she could feel her warmth through the thin cotton of her nightdress. If this happened again, she would remember to take it off before she came out: she could easily claim that she had slept in the nude too. Would Sarah like what she saw as much as Theresa did? Theresa shook her head: it was all pure fantasy and she mustn’t let it control her.

They negotiated the entrance back into the corridor, Theresa’s hand reluctant to leave the place it had found around Sarah’s waist. “We can’t let you bump into everything again,” she said by way of a cover story and she steered the girl’s small frame along the hall.

They reached Sarah’s door and they stood facing each other. Sarah could only see the faintest light reflected in Theresa’s eyes but she could still feel and see kindness within them. She wrapped her arms around Theresa’s shoulders and whispered to her: “Thank you”.

Theresa’s arms wrapped around Sarah’s waist and pulled her close to her. She savoured the moment, not sure if she would ever be able to repeat it, and they stood for a few seconds with their bodies pressed against each other.

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As Sarah sat and ate dinner with the other nuns she felt a growing sense of confidence inside of her. Firstly, she now had a place in the convent, a purpose, even if it was the simplest of tasks. But secondly, she had a secret that none of them knew: that beneath her habit was a sexy, young woman in black lingerie and stockings; a woman who would be the object of desire of any man alive. The article had told her so. She smiled to herself.

That evening, back in the privacy of her own room, she locked the door, pulled her habit over her head, and admired her figure in the mirror again. She wondered: was this what normal young women did? From the articles in the magazine, it seemed that everyone was dressing to impress the opposite sex, even if they couldn’t see it.

Sarah’s sleep that night was disturbed. She dreamt of herself in the convent. Only, instead of her habit, she was wearing her sexy black underwear and stockings and she had found some high heels like the girl in the magazine photo. And then, for a reason that made no sense, suddenly she was without her underwear, and she had to stand at the front of prayer in nothing but stockings and high heels.

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“You thought I might be straight?” I said, pleased at being called a pretty girl but less so about appearing so obviously straight.

She nodded. “Yeah,” she said, “You’re dressed straight.”

I raised my eyebrows and looked at Kathy. She nodded.

“Dressed straight?” I asked.

“It’s the sundress,” she said, “You look like you’re trying to pull a guy.”

Well, I thought, that wasn’t entirely bad, although, as I’ve already said, my chances of that happening here were less than nil.

“Oh,” I said, mildly crestfallen, and also confused. I looked around at the other women in the parade: if you took out the most extravagant of the costumes, then the outfits on show ranged from everyday jeans and t-shirts to the tiniest of bikinis, and even a few virtually transparent tops. Wasn’t my outfit somewhere in the middle?

“You need to make more of a statement, girl,” Martha said.

“A statement?” I asked.

“Yup,” Kathy agreed, “You’re wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

“Of course I am!” I said indignantly. The way this sundress bounced around I certainly wasn’t going to leave home without it and, although I might not need a bra all the time, I liked the way it shaped me beneath this dress. And then something occurred to me: “So I’d be making a statement if I didn’t have any underwear on?”

“No!” Kathy said with a laugh, “I was just thinking you could lose the dress!”

I put my hands over my mouth in shock, as much feigned as real. It wasn’t the first time one of them had suggested something like that to me and I always got a kick out of their efforts to see more of my body.

“And you’d still be one of the most conservatively dressed girls here,” Martha agreed.

I looked around: she had a point there. Kathy sensed that I was wavering and to try to carry me away with the moment she grabbed hold of the bottom of my sundress and lifted. It reached as far as my waist before I managed to clamp my arms to my sides and stop her from going any further, although not without a shriek and a giggle in the process.

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“Don’t be too hard on her,” Martha said, joining the conversation, “She said she liked you… and it seemed like a fun way to stop you getting your clothes back…” She looked down at me, obviously pleased at the way she’d managed to keep me nude for the entire day.

“And my clothes?” I said. Now I was naked at a party full of strangers and I’d really rather not be.

“They’re around somewhere,” Martha replied with a wink.

“Here,” Sue said from beside me and handed me a bottle of beer, “Glad to see you made it. How was the journey?”

“Don’t you start!” I warned her, provoking a giggle from both Sue and Tan.

“It must be quite cold out there,” Tan said, and without even asking she reached a palm out and pressed it against my still-hard nipple.

“Hey!” I said, although her touch was pleasantly soft and warm.

Kathy seemed to think it was okay to do the same on the other breast.

“Oooh, yes,” she said, “Do let me know if you need warming up.”

The redhead girl looked at the pair enviously. I’d almost forgotten that the whole plan had just been to throw the two of us together, and now we were in a crowd she actually looked disappointed again, especially now there were two girls with their hands on my body.

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“Let’s start here, shall we?” Pareia said, and she ran the back of her finger gently down Lucia’s neck. Then she blew on the woman’s delicate throat. Helena felt the pleasure that ran through Lucia’s body, and she remembered how it had felt when Pareia had done the same to her.

Pareia smiled at Helena. “I don’t think this will be difficult,” she said, and the young redhead lifted her hands to her neckline and carefully unfastened the top three buttons of her thick, dark blouse. She flapped at the now loose fabric to wash air over her chest and Helena saw that beneath it she was wearing a deep, ruby-red bra. So the passion in her did find some expression at least, albeit to then be covered over again by thick, opaque fabrics.

“You try,” Pareia said to Helena.

Helena stood the other side of Lucia and blew gently into her ear. The young woman closed her eyes and let out a long sigh, and Helena could almost feel the heat burning from inside of her.

“I don’t know how she keeps it all bottled up,” Helena said.

“You managed to,” Pareia said with a wink. She had a point, and Helena knew the conflict that was raging inside Lucia from her own experience.

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