Blooming Rose

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hey everyone. This is another story that takes place in the universe of the Zenrist religion, otherwise known as That Lesbian Nudist Cult. This story serves as something of a sequel to Finding Goddess and even picks up close to where it left off. However, this is written to be a standalone story starring a new protagonist, so you don’t really need to read that novel to understand this one. Anyway, whether you’re an old fan of the Zenrist ‘verse or just hopping right in for the first time, I hope you enjoy Blooming Rose. So without further ado, let us begin…

*

Another day, another…steaming hot cup of coffee with no milk, no cream, no honey, and four cubes.

Rose Yuren sighed as she watched the pool of black liquid bubble and swirl while she stirred the sterile mixture together, the smell of charcoal laced with burnt sugar sticking to her sinuses like a fetid wad of gum. Just as she had done last week on Friday. And the day before that, the day before that, and almost every day before that for the past two or three months. Such was the glamorous life of an intern in the Trilo Publishing Company.

Maybe I should have taken a summer job as a barista instead.

Deciding that the lifeless black void of liquid dark matter had been sweetened enough, Rose placed the mug on her supervisor’s desk, making sure it stood firmly on a coaster with the handle pointing away from the computer monitor at a 45-degree angle, just the way Mr. Whatever-His-Name-Was liked it. Then she stood off to the side and waited for him to come in with her first assignment of the day.

Sure enough, he was there within minutes. Rose nodded and gave him the usual “Good morning,” pleasantry, as was customary. However, the man didn’t return it; he just took a seat at his desk, looked over some papers, and drank a sip of coffee with an oddly shaky hand. Rose quirked an eyebrow. That was strange. Normally, her supervisor was polite and professional enough to address her when she greeted him, but it seemed that today, he just didn’t notice her. Something must be on his mind, she mused as she looked him over. His skin and hair were shiny with perspiration that she was sure was not coming from the summer heat, and his eyes were wide open with what could only be described as trepidation. Something’s definitely on his mind. I hope this won’t translate into even harder work for me.

“Miss Urine,” he said, mispronouncing Rose’s surname for the fifty-billionth time, and for the fifty-billionth time, Rose wished she could just work up the courage to correct him. “It seems we have an…assembly being called. In the auditorium. All employees are required to go.”

“An…assembly?” she asked. “So soon? I didn’t hear an announcement of such a thing.”

“It’s still early, and apparently it was arranged on short notice. But it will be announced on the intercoms very soon, so we should probably both get a move on.”

“Of course,” said Rose. The man took another nervous sip of his coffee before he stood up and left the room with what the intern could only describe as an urgent march. Rose promptly followed after him.

“Do you know what the assembly is about?” said Rose as she struggled to keep up with him, her high heels clattering on the floor more noisily than usual.

“I…do,” said her supervisor in a tone that was uncharacteristically stilted for him.

“Can you…say what it is?”

“I…suppose I could,” he said, though it was looking more and more clear he was struggling to find the right words to. “You saw the news over the weekend, right?”

“Um.” No, Rose in fact didn’t. She had spent the whole weekend holed up in her apartment playing video games “What news exactly?”

“The news about the…you know, the cult of women who…the religion that has the…they were called the…Z-somethings…” The man grew more and more flustered as he talked. His skin turned increasingly more feverish and a bead of sweat could be seen running down his temple. “Look, you’ll see for yourself in a few minutes.”

“Oh, okay,” Rose murmured, feeling ashamed at not being able to provide the right answer to his previous question. It was just like her to always screw up at the most important moments in her life. If only she could find the time in her day to watch the news and keep up with current events. If only she could act like the responsible adult she was supposed to be and not the scared little kid she still felt like she was. If only she could…

“Attention all workers,” the voice on the intercom announced, interrupting her train of thought. “All Trilo Publishing personnel are to report to the auditorium for a mandatory assembly. I repeat, all Trilo Publishing personnel are to report to the auditorium for a mandatory assembly. Please report to the auditorium immediately. Thank you.”

“I’ll be sitting near the front,” said the supervisor as he and Rose entered the room, which was massive and lined with chairs from end to end, each one facing a stage that could have belonged to a proper theatre. “Because my position will, uh, require it. You can…just sit anywhere you like, Miss Urine.”

“Um…of course,” she stammered, but by the time she was able to get the words out, the man was already out of her sight. “I guess I’ll just…sit here in the back then.”

Like I always do in class, she thought glumly as she slid into one of the metal chairs in the center of the row. It was without a doubt the most suitable place in the entire hall for a lowly intern like herself and it would ensure she wouldn’t obstruct the way for more important people. It was an area where she could be safely ignored.

For the next ten or so minutes, Rose sat idly by as more and more people filed into the room to hear just what it was the company thought was so important that it had to disrupt the regular flow of the work day. Whatever it was though, the bespectacled girl didn’t think for a moment that it would concern her. She wasn’t a longtime employee at Trilo Publishing; she was just an intern looking to gain work experience over the summer and in a couple of weeks, she would be out the door and back to being a fulltime student. All because her parents had taken a summer vacation for themselves this year and weren’t around to watch over their 21-year-old daughter. That, and because the only other person willing to give her room and board during her time off was her Aunt June, and Rose, she…she…

…Already screwed things up irreversibly with her.

Crap. She hated when this happened. She hated it whenever her thoughts turned to her crazy and wild aunt. She might have been the family pariah, but for the longest time, June had been Rose’s most favorite person in the whole world. But…things weren’t really the same between them anymore, and it was Rose’s fault. It was all Rose’s fault.

At last, the auditorium was filled up and a man who Rose assumed to be the president of the company took his place behind the podium on the stage. He lightly tapped at the microphone to test out if it was working, and when a percussive sound echoed across the grand chamber, he nodded with satisfaction. “Good morning, everyone. May I have your attention, please?” he said.

The mass ineligible murmuring quieted down as everyone ended their inane conversations and gave him their undivided attention. “Thank you. Now, first, I would like to apologize for this impromptu assembly and whatever business I may have interrupted in calling it. Believe me, it’s not something I planned for either and it came almost as suddenly for me as it had for the rest of you.” He paused to give an exaggerated nervous smile to indicate it was meant to be a joke and that everyone should laugh right now, and a few people even obliged him. Likely more to kiss his butt than because they honestly found the comment genuinely funny. “But it is an important matter because circumstances have been raised that will demand this entire company’s attention. Before I go on, I understand that last week, there were some rumors that an employee had done…something in company property that in most circumstances would be considered inappropriate and highly unprofessional. Note that I too normally would not condone such behavior.”

Rumors? What rumors had been going around last week? Rose tried to wrack her brain for what they could be, but couldn’t recall anything. She never really talked to anyone about what the latest gossip was. She was just an intern. The only things that concerned her were her errands, her assignments, and the names of the people she was required to meet. Nothing else mattered to her, especially the conversations of her co-workers.

“However, as you will no doubt see in the handout we are distributing,” continued the president, “you will no doubt learn that there is an exception to everything.” As if on cue, Rose felt a stack papers slap onto her lap. Out of simple habit, she took the topmost sheet off the pile and handed the rest to the person next to her. She didn’t bother looking at it though. She doubted it would be anything interesting, and with the president speaking, she wouldn’t be able to comprehend whatever she read off it at this time. Besides, it would mean nothing to Rose in a couple weeks anyway.

“I’m sure many of us are familiar with Miss Caroline Connors. She has been a valuable member of the Trilo Publishing family for about a decade now, and we hope she will continue to be one for many more years to come.”

Caroline…Connors? Had Rose heard that name before? It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall where she got it from. She had to deliver messages and do favors for a lot of people in this building and after a while, they all just kind of blended together. But something about this Caroline Connors just seemed to stand out in the intern’s mind.

“But now, Miss Connors has entered a new chapter in her life. She has found religion, and as a company that has long stood for tolerance and acceptance, we feel it is our obligation to welcome her and the lifestyle her…beliefs require of her. So without further ado, Miss Connors, would you please step forward?”

From the side of the stage, behind the curtain, she appeared. Tall, busty, raven-haired, ivory-skinned…and completely naked. She wore absolutely nothing. No jacket, no shirt, no skirt, no underwear. She didn’t even have any shoes on! Carol was bare as the day she came out of her mother and judging by the smile on her face, absolutely proud of it. A collective gasp fell over the audience as everyone gaped at her brazen nudity, but Carol paid them no mind. She simply strutted to the podium like a runway model, walking with a seductive swagger in her hips and a luscious bounce in her breasts.

Rose felt her jaw drop and her glasses nearly followed. A naked woman? What is she…wait. No. It couldn’t be!

“Hello, everyone! It’s so good to see you,” chimed the nude woman, her voice just as bright as her smile and her skin. “Some of you may know me as a few things. Editor. Athlete. Health nut. Mother of two beautiful girls. Total bombshell.” She paused a moment to let the audience laugh at her joke. She was met only with an uncomfortable silence. “Ah…right,” she mumbled, her smile flickering briefly. “But what even fewer of you may know of me is that I am also a nudist. I love being nude, I love running around naked, I feel absolutely no shame about showing off my body.” For effect, she twirled away from the podium like a dancer, giving the audience a complete 360-degree view of her form and letting everyone see her butt. Then with a girlish giggle, she twirled again, giving everybody a second look at her before returning to her original position. “And more than that, as of last week, I am now also a proud adherent to the Lovers of Zenriah!”

Lovers of…Zenriah? No, that couldn’t be true. Rose was just hearing things. There was no possible way this woman was part of…them. There was no way it had snuck its way to this city. She looked down at the paper she was still holding in her hand. It was a flier. It had on it a painterly image of two naked women holding each other in a loving embrace. And it was entitled “What is Zenrism?”

No. No, no, no, no, NO!

“What does it mean to be a Lover of Zenriah, or Zenrist as we are also called?” Carol continued. “If you want to go into the nitty-gritty, the handouts you’ve been given should give you the rundown. I believe you will all find their contents enjoyable. I know I do, hm-hm-hm. But I digress. The first and most important thing about my new religion is that…I don’t need to wear clothing anymore. In fact, I can’t wear clothing anymore! It’s against my religion to wear clothes. Which means every day I come here, I’m going to be naked. In fact, everywhere I go, I’m going to be naked. Not a single one of you will ever see me wearing a stitch anymore because I intend to be like this for the rest of my life. I am going to be naked forever!”

‘I am naked forever now.’ That’s what she told me. ‘Naked forever now, naked forever now, naked forever now…’

“Oh, but that’s not all,” said Carol as she placed a finger on her ruby-red lips and tilted her head coyly. “As a Zenrist, it is very important that I fulfill my…how shall I put it professionally? Womanly needs. And I’ll need to fulfill them regularly in a way that will look something like…this.”

She stepped away from the podium again, letting everybody get a look at her full frontal nude figure. Then she slid one arm across her chest, beneath her breasts, and gave one of her globes a gentle squeeze, distorting the flesh and making the nipple, which Rose imagined must have been very hard right now, poke more sharply at the audience. Meanwhile, her other hand slithered down to her groin, where her fingers wrapped sensually into the dark patch of pubic hair before disappearing down the curve of her crotch. Or more likely, into the slit of her vulva.

“Mmm. Mmm. Mmmm!”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the crowd. People turned to their neighbors to confirm if they were seeing it too. Eyes fell upon the fliers in their hands to check if anything this woman was saying was true. Some heads turned to the security officials lining the walls to silently beg them to stop this woman, only to be ignored. But most could only gaze in absolute stupefaction as the naked lady stood before them all and masturbated.

Rose was among them. She couldn’t take her eyes off the woman, off her jiggling breasts, off her hand that bobbed and curled against her crotch, or off her face, with her eyes closed and her mouth open as gentle moans seeped from her lips. Nor could she stop the deluge of feelings that began to seize her heart, which threatened to speed it up…or halt it completely.

“Oh! Oh! OHH!” Carol stiffened. Her every muscle went taut, her toes curled, her fingers dug deeper into her sex. Then she jolted. Her knees bent, her hips bucked, and her whole crotch bounced forward and back once, twice, three times! “Ahhhhh.” And then her moaning ended. She withdrew her hand, slick and shiny with womanly dew, and licked it seductively, running her tongue slowly up her drenched fingers as she savored the taste of her own juices.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. “It’s about time I got to do that…in front of an audience. And I guarantee you, there’s more where that came from. As a Zenrist, it is my duty to orgasm whenever the mood strikes me. That too is a core tenet to my religious beliefs. If you don’t like that, then I’m afraid you’re just going to have to look away, because I’m not going to hold myself back for your sake. Public onanation is a right that women of my faith, and only women of my faith, get to enjoy. The laws are written right there in your pamphlets.

“But…it won’t just be me that I will be pleasuring,” Carol continued, her smile brightening. “I hope that I will get to pleasure some of you ladies here as well. I know from experience how stressful work can be for us and that we often just need a release. And should you ever feel the need for that release, you just come to me. Because lesbianism is also a core tenet of Zenrism. Lesbian kissing, lesbian fingering, lesbian licking, lesbian intercourse…these are all things that I am lawfully permitted–and spiritually obligated–to engage in…publicly. And looking at all of you right now,” she paused for a moment to scan the audience, picking out every female face she could find, “I can see that some of you are really going to need it soon.”

She looked from one end of the auditorium to the other, brought her gaze back to the center, and then stood statuesquely still. She spoke no other words and made no further movements. All Carol did from that point on was stare transfixed at whatever it was that commanded her attention, like a sentry turret that had just locked on to its target. And that target appeared to be in the direction of…

Rose stiffened. It can’t be. She can’t seriously be looking at me right now…could she?

“So…does anyone have any questions?” Carol said with sharp abruptness, snapping out of her trance and returning to a more relaxed, casual attitude.

The assembly seemed to go back to normal at that point. But it did little to abate the loud, forceful hammering in Rose’s heart.

***

“Alright, looks like we’re finally here.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come in just for a drink, Dad? I don’t think June would mind, you know.”

“I’m sure she wouldn’t. But me and her…well, we were never close. And I don’t think your mother would approve of me talking to her for any length of time.”

“Yeah, I guess she wouldn’t,” Rose said, sighing sadly as she climbed out of the car. “Dad, why don’t Mom and June get along anyway?”

Her father merely shrugged as he exited the vehicle as well. “I’ve been asking that for over 20 years now. Never been given a clear answer. Sister rivalries aren’t something I’ve ever had to deal with, and at this point in my life, I’m not sure I want to get started.” He opened the trunk to pull out his daughter’s luggage. “Don’t let it bother you, Rosebud. Whatever’s going on between your mother and aunt is between them and them only. They still love you.”

“If you say so.”

“I do.” Placing all of Rose’s suitcases on the ground next to her, the man gave the young woman a hug. “You have fun, Rosebud, and if you need anything from me, well, you got my number, right?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Good. Well then, I’m off! See you next week.”

“Yeah, see you, Dad.”

With that, he was gone and Rose was all alone. She really wished someone would just tell her why there was such a huge rift between her mother and Aunt June already. The two had been fighting for as long as she knew them, but neither of them ever wanted to explain why. It seemed like it was getting worse as well; the two of them weren’t even talking now, which meant there was practically no communication going on between Rose’s aunt and her parents. Only one thing kept June from being completely estranged from her family and that was her niece, Rose herself. She liked Rose and doted on her like she was her own daughter. Heck, one could say she spoiled her even. And Rose liked June too. She was always way funner than Mom. She just wished the woman would be a little more open and honest about the mutual grudge she shared with Rose’s mother.

However, that was a problem for another time. Right now it was Spring Break, and Rose just wanted to take it easy and have fun with her favorite aunt while she still had time off from college. Gathering up her bags, the bespectacled girl walked up to the doorstop of June’s house and rang the bell.

“The door’s open,” the older woman announced from inside. “Come on in!”

Rose complied. After entering the house and setting her luggage down by the side of the door, the girl veered into the kitchen where she could hear running water. “Hey, June,” she said, letting her face break into a smile, “what’s going…on?”

She was expecting many things upon walking into that kitchen. A table full of unopened envelopes and unpaid bills, a rack of clean dishes on the countertop, maybe a pot of coffee boiling off to the side. But what she hadn’t expected to see was her aunt standing in front of the sink, stark naked and with her firm, oval-shaped butt cheeks in full view.

“J-June?” Rose stammered, fearful that she had just walked into something she wasn’t supposed to.

“Oh, Rose!” June exclaimed happily, spinning on her feet to face her niece, her large breasts jiggling from the motion. “It’s good to see you!”

“June, you’re…you’re naked!” Rose babbled, turning her head away with a deep blush.

“Yeah? And?” said the older woman with a quizzical tilt of her head. Then she cast a look down at her nude body and realization hit. “Oh. Yes, I guess I am.”

“Uh, should I go give you some privacy right now?” said Rose, who was already starting to turn around.

“No, no, that won’t be necessary,” said June. “Come, have a seat. I have a few things to explain to you, about the Goddess Zenriah, and my new religion.”

***

Rose tried to put the subject of the assembly out of her mind as she shuffled out of the auditorium along with all the other employees. She tried not to think about what a surprise it had been, she tried not to think about what her co-workers were saying with their uncomfortable murmurs, and she especially tried not to think about the very naked and very horny lesbian who was now stalking the very halls she inhabited. It wasn’t easy though; naked women just had a way to dominate one’s thoughts, no matter who you were. Especially since Rose now remembered that she had more than a few run-ins with Miss Connors just last week. Some more literal than others.

She was wearing clothing then, so she hadn’t converted yet. Was she already in the process of becoming a Zenrist, or did it just happen over the weekend? And if it was the former…was she looking at me like…that every time she saw me? Does she even…remember me?

Rose stomped her foot in frustration which got a few startled looks thrown her way. Outwardly, she muttered a faint apology for her outburst, but inside, she could only rail at herself. Shoot, this isn’t what I want to think about! This is exactly what I’m trying NOT to think about! Am I being mocked? Is the Goddess trying to play a cruel trick on me?

Shaking her head, Rose simply trudged to her supervisor’s office. The faster she got to work, the faster she could think less about Miss Connors, Zenrists, the fact that she had just used the term “Goddess” in place of “God,” and how it all traced back to her aunt.

It thankfully did the job. Her supervisor was kind enough to give Rose enough errands and leads to even more errands for other people that she was able to keep herself occupied for the day. Everybody everywhere needed a message delivered, a cup of coffee made, a document shredded, or a computer issue fixed. For the first time since this miserable internship began, Rose was thankful to be doing so much meaningless busywork because it meant she could stay on task and not concern herself with the ghosts of her regrets. Not once did she ever have to cross paths with the newly appointed office nudist.

Then, as noon began to loom, her supervisor came to her with a new request.

“Seems we’ve had a jokester who thought it would be funny to pull a high school prank here at the office,” he groaned with annoyance as he looked at a folder in his hand.

“A…high school prank?”

He promptly flipped the folder over. Within it was a picture depicting a pair of buttocks. Heat rushed to Rose’s cheeks at the sight of them. “Yes, that’s what I said, a prank. Someone thought it would be funny to use a copier to make an image of their as­–of their posterior.”

“Oh. Uh, what do you want me to do about it?”

“I need you to figure out who did it. More specifically, I need you to help me narrow down the list of suspects. Even more specifically, I need you to make sure that it most definitely is–or most definitely is not–Miss Connors.”

Rose froze up. No, she didn’t want anything to do with that person. Not today. She’d rather deal with anyone but her.

“Take it,” the man said, shoving the folder into the intern’s hand.

“Uh…wh-what do you want me to do with it?”

“Do I need to spell it out for you? Check Miss Connor’s…anatomy and see if it matches the picture. Her…religious custom should make it very doable for you.”

“You mean…you want me to…go up to her and look at her…” Rose saw her blush was creeping all across her body now. Her hands were turning as red as a cooked lobster, and they almost felt like one too, as did the rest of her skin. “Wh-why me, sir? Couldn’t you just do it yourself? Or get someone else to–”

“I can’t just go and ogle her ass,” snapped the supervisor. “It wouldn’t be appropriate. I need a woman for that, and you’re the only one I have on hand right now.”

“Oh. I-I see,” stammered the intern. “Um…what should I do?”

“Just go and look at her ass. Check the next time she stands up or, I don’t know, just ask her to show it to you. I don’t care! Just do it!”

“Uh, yes sir! Right away, sir! I’ll, I’ll get to it right now, sir! So sorry, sir!” Rose was out the door in an instant.

The intern couldn’t believe her horrible luck. They were making her approach Miss Connors. More than that, they were making her talk to Miss Connors. More than even that, they were making her give Miss Connors’ heinie a very close examination. This was the worst situation she could possibly be in! But it wasn’t the prospect of having to look at Miss Connor’s butt that had Rose on edge. It was how the older woman would inevitably take it. Would she be offended by Rose’s request? Disgusted? Angered? Or perhaps…would she take it as an invitation?

Rose didn’t have time to think about the possibilities before she entered the place where Carol worked. She wasn’t hard to spot; even with most of her form covered by both her workstation and computer, the fact that her shoulders were bare was enough to let the bespectacled girl know she wasn’t wearing anything.

The intern could already feel her knees begin to weaken. She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t ready at all. But she had a job to do, and if she was going to complete it, then she had to…had to…

I need more time. More time, she silently wailed, praying for just a few more minutes to mentally prepare herself for her meeting with Miss Connors. She got an answer when her eye fell upon the restroom door. Of course! Everyone has to go to the bathroom once in a while! No one will think twice if they see me gather myself in there.

“Thank the Goddess,” she whispered, padding her way over to the door. “Uh, I mean, thank God!”

***

“Um, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Of course it’s a good idea, Rosie.”

“But…you’re still…naked!”

“Yes, I am,” June smirked, striking a pose that displayed both her boobs and her butt to her niece. “And I have been for over half a year now. And I always will be. I am naked forever now, and everyone has learned to accept that. Including Paisano’s. Now come on. We’ve dilly-dallied long enough.”

She took Rose’s hand into her own and half-dragged, half-guided her into what had long been the pair’s favorite Italian restaurant. June walked across the parking lot, past all the cars, and into the doors like everything was perfectly normal, from the dim ambient lighting of the establishment to her state of complete nakedness. She had nothing on, nothing at all, not even any shoes. Every inch of her body was laid bare and exposed for Rose’s eyes to feast on, and feast on her she did. From her position, Rose had the perfect view of her aunt’s complete figure. She could see June’s every nook and every curve, from the way her shoulders and her buttocks expanded outward from her narrow waist, to how the shadows fell deep into her contours and accentuated her taut and toned muscles. She could see the way they stretched and rippled as she walked, how her long dark hair swung rhythmically as she moved, and how serpentine her hips were as they swayed with every step she took. Rose felt her eyes inevitably fall upon the globes of June’s bulbous butt cheeks. They looked so soft and so smooth, like they were carved from marble, and yet they quivered in a way that reminded Rose that they were flesh and blood. Law and society demanded they be covered and hidden from the world, and yet here they were, out and exposed for everyone to gaze upon! For…Rose to gaze upon.

“Here we are, this is our table. You can let go now, Rose.”

“Huh?” the younger girl stammered, taking her eyes off June’s butt and seeing her aunt was now looking at her directly. “Oh, right, right, yes, of course!” Instinctively, she pulled her hand away from June’s and shuffled haphazardly into her booth seat, clutching her hand close to her chest. The hand that had just been touching her naked aunt so…intimately. Wait…why was she thinking that?

She didn’t have enough time to figure out why before a waitress bounced over to the table. “Oh, June, ah, I mean, uh…Miss Tress, how good to see you again! Shall I get you the usual?”

“Yes, please,” June said with a gentle smile, flattening a hand upon her breast in such a way that caused it to jiggle slightly. Rose’s eyes bounced with every minute vibration in the supple flesh.

“And what will your date be having tonight?”

Rose felt her whole face burst into flame. “D-date?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing of the sort this time,” said the naked woman. “This is my niece, Rose.”

The waitresses’ face could easily have been a reflection of Rose’s with how red it turned. “Oh. Oh. Of course. I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t know you…I mean you look so young and…shoot, I didn’t mean…”

“It’s alright, don’t beat yourself up over it,” said June, placing a reassuring hand on the woman’s arm. “I know I look young. The Goddess made me this way. Now how about you just get our drinks and let my precious Rosie decide on her order.”

“Right. That’s what I should be doing. I am working after all, heh, heh, heh, heh,” the waitress said with a nervous giggle.

After taking the younger woman’s drink order and scurrying away, Rose turned to her aunt and said “Do you know that girl?”

“You could say that I do,” said June cryptically. “I am a regular here after all.”

“Of…of course,” Rose stuttered nervously, not knowing if that was a confirmation that her aunt had sex with the girl or not. She really needed to stop thinking about that. Even though her aunt had explained that her new religion meant she had to be more…feisty, June’s sex life was still none of her business.

“So how has school been going?” said June.

“Huh? Oh, it’s…been going…good I guess.”

“Have you been doing anything interesting lately?”

“Not really,” Rose said almost mechanically with a disinterested shrug, knowing nobody was ever actually interested in what she actually studied at school. But then she remembered this wasn’t just nobody she was talking to. This was Aunt June. The same Aunt June who was always more supportive of Rose’s interests and hobbies than just about every other grown-up in her life. Maybe the bespectacled girl could afford to tell her after all. “Well, actually, me and some friends were working on a game last semester.”

“A game?” June asked, leaning forward to rest her chin on her hand.

“Uh, yeah, just some small thing. It’s not in a playable state or anything yet, but I’ve mostly been drawing all the sprites–that is, all the characters and enemies in it–and animating them.”

“Oh, cool. Are you able to show those off just yet?”

“Yeah. I should have all my files saved up on my computer. Walk cycles and everything! I even made this one squid-like character that I’m especially proud of, with flailing tentacles and all.”

“Ooooh, tentacles. Kinky!” giggled June, wagging her eyebrows at Rose in a way that was too comical to even be considered suggestive. Rose couldn’t help but laugh with her “I would love to see these sprites later.”

“Yeah. I had a lot of fun making them.”

“Is this for a school project?”

“No, it’s just something we’re doing on the side for fun. But…we think we might be able to make it into a real project next semester.”

For the first time since she had laid eyes on her aunt’s naked body, Rose smiled. Despite everything that had changed about June, she was still the aunt she had always known. Sure, she was a little more completely naked all the time now and she swore the older woman had regressed in age by at least ten years give or take, but she was still as easygoing and fun to talk to as she always was. Perhaps Rose would have an easier time adjusting to her new lifestyle than she initially thought.

The drinks came and soon enough, so did the food, and the two women spent all that time enjoying their meal as they conversed. They talked about all the usual things going on in their lives, funny jokes they heard, and what they hoped to accomplish together over the next week. And while it was impossible for Rose to not take notice of every instance her aunt’s generous bosoms bounced and jiggled around, she was finding herself growing more comfortable with the things in all their bare, cream-colored glory. If she just thought of them as another one of June’s quirky qualities, they wouldn’t seem so bad no matter how much they bobbled around on the older woman’s chest. Neither would the red nubs on them, which seemed to grow longer with every passing minute.

Eventually, the girls finished up their meal and the waitress came asking if they would like dessert. Rose placed an order for a delectable-looking chocolate mousse cake, but June just smiled mysteriously, let out a breathy sigh, and said: “Will you be taking your break soon?”

“Yes!” the waitress beamed, her eyes and her lips bouncing upward excitedly. “Uh, I mean, of course I will…if you want.”

“I do. It’s been…so long,” said June, who was drawing in very deep, husky breaths.

The waitress gave a curt nod before scampering away with an excited look on her face. Rose quirked an eyebrow at her retreating form. What was that about?

“So, uh, you’re not ordering anything?” she said, turning back to her aunt.

“She knows exactly what I want.”

No sooner had she finished talking did the waitress return with Rose’s cake on a still warm platter. “Here you are, miss!”

“Oh, thank you,” said Rose, graciously taking her dessert.

The waitress then turned to the naked woman. “So, uh, will it be here, in front of…or…”

“I think we should go outside this time,” said June as she pushed herself to her feet.

“Out…outside?” the waitress stammered, her whole body going stiff. “But…but there are people out there! People with cameras!”

“Then let them enjoy it,” said June, and without wasting another word, she scooped the girl up into her arms and marched away from the table.

Rose quirked her eyebrow again. What was that about? What do they need to do that requires going outside? And… she squinted as she watched her aunt saunter away, still holding the waitress who had to measure at least 80 percent of June’s body weight. Has June been working out?

Well, it was no business of hers. She had a cake to eat. Slowly she ate it, cutting neat slices out of the soft, fluffy square before popping them into her mouth to savor the sweet, chocolaty taste. Her first two bites went by without incident. But as Rose was about to take her third, the loud, shrill cry of a whistle suddenly went off, making her jump.

What was…that? she thought as she glanced out the window…and nearly dropped her fork when she found her answer right away. The window didn’t have much of a fascinating view, just the restaurant’s parking lot. But there were a few interesting things in it right now. Such as a trio of rowdy-looking college-age guys, a blond teenager with a stunned expression on her face, and a butt. A very bare, naked butt, the color of peach flesh, bouncing up and down as its owner, a tall naked woman, rubbed circles into the crotch of a second, equally naked woman. It was her Aunt June, standing with one foot on the ground and the other propped up on the hood of a car. And she was grinding herself on the unclothed form of the young waitress, whose legs were splayed wide and pointing to the sky.

“Ah, ah, ah, AH!”

“Yeah, you like that? Do…you…like…that?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Goddess, YES!”

“Scream for the good people around us, Rachel,” said June breathily, her pelvic gyrations growing more forceful, and her toes curling harder into the car. “Scream…for…the… cameras!”

“I’m screaming. I’m screaming!” gasped the waitress in between her desperate pants for air. Her head was bouncing limply up and down like that of a doll’s, like that of her breasts, and her eyes rolled around haphazardly in their sockets like a pair of loose marbles. “I’M…SCREAMING! OH, GODDEEEESSSS, YES!”

Rose could hear them. She could hear their murmurs, hear their moans, hear their howls. And as she stared transfixed at the sight of her aunt’s constantly bucking buttocks growing increasingly more shiny as more perspiration gathered and dribbled off its globes, she swore she could also hear the clapping of her cheeks and the squelching of her wet pussy against her lover’s.

“GAAAWWWW-HAAAWWW-DEESSSSSSSS!”

***

“Whew!” Rose let out a loud breath of air as she washed her hands and splashed water on her face. It was just the relief she needed after feeling her nerves flare up all over. She looked at herself in the mirror. Everything seemed to appear alright; the redness in her cheeks had vanished, leaving her complexion more uniformly pale. The ponytail in her chestnut-colored hair had been retied as well, so she looked neat and tidy, just like a proper office lady. Her only problem was that she was a little wet now and her makeup was all gone. A few paper towels would address the former, and as for the latter, well…she still had her youthful looks, right?

Rose sighed as she stared at her reflection. If anything, she looked too young with her round cheeks and small pointy chin making her face seem more like an onion than anything. Even with her glasses on, she still barely looked like she was old enough to drive. Would Miss Connors take her seriously if she saw her looking like this?

Maybe I should just be honest and warn her that she’s close to getting fired. She’ll have to listen to that…right?

It seemed as good of an approach as any. After gathering her supplies, the intern walked back to the doorway, exited the restroom, and…bumped into something. Something tall, warm, bare, and very, very smooth. She barely had a moment to yelp before her whole face abruptly fell between two very soft, plush objects.