Sunning Delights

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello, readers. Here's another story about the Zenrist religion, otherwise known as "that lesbian nudist cult." If you don't know what that is, fear not. All you need to know is that it's a religion where women are naked 24-7 and can have lesbian sex in public. This is a standalone story, not a direct sequel to the previous ones, and it features a brand new cast. So you can jump in right here and enjoy this on its own merits. There's no need to familiarize yourself with the greater universe. If you really do feel the need to get into the Zenrist world either now or after you finish this story, then go check out "Finding Goddess." It's meant to introduce the fictional religion.

For old readers, I understand it's been a while and I apologize for that. I haven't posted much on Literotica for a long time. Not because I've been lazing off on my writing. I've just been writing stuff that doesn't really fit Literotica. But I'm back now, with hopefully more regularity, and I hope this tale will whet your appetites. So without further ado...

*

Dana straightened her suit up for what had to be the millionth time. The Sunning Delights restaurant was in sight and with it, so was her interview. The very first job interview she would ever experience in her life.

Deep breaths, Dana. Deep breaths, she thought, flattening a hand on her stomach to help push those deep breaths along. It's just an interview. It's not a fight you could get killed in. It's not a championship game you could miserably lose in front of thousands of fans. It's not even a test you could fail and end up repeating a grade for. Screwing up won't mean the end of the world like any of those things would. It just means you don't get this job. And that's okay! There are plenty of jobs to apply for, and his isn't even a big or demanding one. So just relax already.

That was what she told herself, but even so, Dana couldn't dry the beads of sweat dripping down her brow. The application she filled out online had been easy enough, but she couldn't help but feel sheepish about what little information her resume actually had. She never worked a real job before, which meant she didn't have any work experience to put down. And when Dana submitted the form, she couldn't but feel a little naked doing so. It was like she was telling her prospective employers "Hey, look at me, I'm a total layabout who's 20 years old and hasn't worked a day in my life. Gimme a job now!"

Speaking of naked... a nude woman stepped out of the restaurant. A couple years ago, that would have been a shocker for Dana, but ever since she started college she was... getting used to the sight of them. Sort of. Enough to not flip out whenever she bumped into one (metaphorically anyway). The tattoo on the woman's bare thigh marked her as one of the people in that lesbian nudist cult, who were a relatively common sight in this town and on campus, enough that you would probably see at least couple of them every week, not counting whichever ones she shared a class with. Politely, but without making contact with her eyes or her... big swaying breasts, Dana stepped aside to allow the nudist to pass. However, it didn't escape her notice that the naked woman's crotch and thighs were dripping wet.

Dana bit her lip. Seeing women run around naked everywhere was one thing, but knowing how much sex they had and how they did it in public was why she preferred to keep her distance from them. She was sure they were lovely people, but the young lady wasn't comfortable being around girls who were so frequently soaked down there that they could put out a fire just by sitting on it. Or how they'd often drop what they were doing to start flicking their beans around like it was going out of style.

At least they tend to smell nice, she mused, noting the flowery aroma that wafted off the nudist as she passed by. Her vaginal juices may have been flowing fast, but at least she didn't smell like a vagina. She must have been wearing a really strong perfume. All Zenrists seemed to wear strong perfumes. Probably to mask the musty scents they otherwise naturally exuded.

Regardless, with that minor distraction out of the way, Dana exhaled, took another deep breath, readjusted her suit for the one millionth and first time, and stepped into the door of Sunning Delights. The first thing she saw upon entering was another naked woman standing behind a counter.

Are you freaking kidding me?!

"Hi, welcome to Sunning Delights," the nudist said with a smile, the tattoo on her right breast signifying her as another member of the lesbian cult. "Will you be dining alone today, or...?"

"I'm... here about the job interview," Dana said, struggling to maintain both a straight face and a straight gaze. She used to mock and deride men for their inability to keep their eyes off a woman's breasts. But after dealing with these cultists, she was beginning to realize she wasn't being fair to them at all. Those things really did have a way of magnetically seizing your attention. "I had an appointment at 1:30."

"Interview, interview," the nude woman said, scrolling through some kind of schedule on her laptop. "Oh, here we go. Dana Garland, is it?" Dana simply nodded, letting her eyes flicker to the woman's jiggly breasts before mentally slapping herself. "Mrs. Rise is waiting for you. Come with me."

Dana followed after the maître d,' trying to act like it was perfectly normal to see a woman walk around stark naked in public. However, as they made their way through the dining area, Dana caught sight of a great number of other nude women in the restaurant. Some of them were sitting at the tables, eating food and chatting with friends. Others, presumably the wait staff, were walking around carrying baskets and trays of food. Dana's stomach clenched upon realizing how many naked women there were in here and she started to wonder if she was about to get more than she bargained for in this place.

The maître d' opened a door and ushered Dana inside. It led into a small office, where behind a desk sat another woman who just so happened to be nude as well. "Mrs. Rise, Miss Garland is here to see you."

"Very good," said Mrs. Rise, acknowledging the staffer with a polite nod before she left, shutting the door and leaving Dana alone with the always naked and likely horny lesbian. "Hello there, Miss Garland, it's good to see you. Please, have a seat."

Dana did as she was told, trying her damnedest not to gawk at the woman. She was definitely an unusual sort. Not only was she, like all the other assorted lesbian cultists, completely naked and unashamed of it, with her rather large breasts in full view and swaying noticeably with her motions, but her shoulder-length hair was a shocking shade of white. Now, she looked about 30 at most and her hair was still smooth and healthy, so it was most likely dyed, but it was the last thing Dana expected to see on what she assumed was the proprietor of the establishment, besides the nudity of course. Surely even the naked lesbian cultists understood professionalism, right?

"Now, I can see you're not a Lover of Zenriah..."

That's it, that's their name! Note to self, call the cult by its proper name, Dana, not as 'that lesbian nudist cult.' You don't want to offend anyone.

"... but that's okay. If you don't discriminate against us, we have no reason to discriminate against you. As long as you're willing to do the job, we'll get along just fine."

"Um, is this place a Lover of Zenriah establishment?" said Dana.

"Well, yes and no. I own Sunning Delights privately, but I donate some of the profits to our local Temple. And as you no doubt have seen and see right now," she ran her hands rather seductively down her naked body, giving her breasts a tender squeeze along the way, "it's very Zenrist-centric. But we happily employ people outside the faith."

"O... kay then," said Dana, biting her lip to hide the uneasy quiver in it.

"Now, onto business." Mrs. Rise glanced at her computer. "Looks like this would be your first ever job, correct?"

Dana nodded. "Yes. I... want to try living somewhat independently from my parents this summer. A-and gain valuable experience in the workforce that will help kick-start my career!" She smiled widely while she said that, but inside, she was dying. Ugh, that answer sounded so fake with all those stupid buzzwords like 'valuable,' 'experience,' 'workforce,' and 'career.' This wasn't some huge life-defining opportunity, it was a waitress job! It had nothing to do with her studies at all. But it was the kind of answer all the workshops said she should provide, so it was what she went with.

"Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. And is there a specific reason you applied to Sunning Delights?" She shot Dana a keenly interested stare.

"Well, it was in comfortable walking distance and the pay looked better than other comparable jobs," Dana said without thinking. Then she mentally banged her head on the desk. Shit, I shouldn't have said that! That's absolutely NOT what the workshops said I should say. No employer ever wants to hear anything about pay! They need to think that I'd willingly work for free if I legally could! "Uh, what I mean is, uh..." Words failed her. She could not think of any way to salvage this.

Mrs. Rise chuckled. If she was in any way displeased with that answer, she didn't show it. Dana could only hope that she was reading the woman's body language accurately. She had to; it's not like the naked lady could hide anything. Then again, the only thing Dana knew she was really reading in this exchange was the number of jiggles the woman's bosoms had made so far: four. "That's as good a reason as any to apply. The Goddess knows I would have loved for a commute so convenient for my first job." She straightened up, clasped her hands on her desk, and stared directly into Dana's eyes, her face turning serious. "However, I have to inform you that there's a reason why Sunning Delights pays its waitresses better than most other restaurants."

"Oh? Uh, what is it then?" said Dana.

"When people come to Sunning Delights, they don't just come for the food. They come for the atmosphere and experience. Specifically, they come for the atmosphere and experience that only we women of the Goddess can provide."

"Atmosphere and experience? That only women of the Goddess can provide?" Dana's eyes strayed down to the older woman's still swaying breasts.

Mrs. Rise smirked and her eyes twinkled mischievously. "Here, let me show you." She stood up from her seat, exposing her completely naked body to Dana. The younger woman's eyes nearly bugged out at the sight of it. Like pretty much all Zenrists she had seen in the past, this one was fit, with toned muscles and smooth curves that formed a perfect hourglass figure. However, it wasn't the woman's body that shocked Dana. It was her crotch. Just like the hair on her head, the hair on Rise's mound was white. Every individual strand in that triangular bush was a shade not far divided from snow. This woman, did... did she seriously dye her carpet as well?! What kind of maniac was she? Was she stupid?

Dana didn't have much time to wonder before the older woman rounded the desk and approached the door, extending a hand out inviting the younger woman to take hold of it. She complied, though she felt a little silly doing so. Wasn't this how grownups treated little kids? Regardless, she allowed herself to be led out the door with the older woman's naked backside dominating her vision.

She's not even wearing shoes, Dana mused as she watched Mrs. Rise's bare feet slap on the polished wooden floorboards. Guess this place won't refuse service if you're lacking shirt and shoes. Her eyes strayed higher toward the nudist's bulbous behind, which bobbed to and fro with her every step, her own Zenrist tattoo displayed proudly on her left cheek. Or pants.

They made their way to the main dining area. It was pretty typical as far as diners went, with round tables on the floor and booths lining the walls. About the only unusual thing was the wide bench with the plush cushion in the center that made it look somewhat like a bed. However, Dana's attention wasn't on that for long. It was on the people. The place wasn't packed, but it was still a pretty busy day, with numerous customers sitting at their tables. Most of them were clothed, but a noticeable amount, all whom were female, were not. A couple tables had a nudist sitting among them, and another had a whole trio of naked girls chatting among themselves. But most disheartening of all, everyone who was clearly part of the wait staff was naked. Some were completely barefoot, some wore shoes, and one had on a pair of rabbit ears and a bow tie choker around her neck, but all the same, the parts that needed to be exposed to qualify as naked were all out. Boobs bounced, butts quivered, vulva lips flapped open and closed, and thighs rippled all over the place. You couldn't spray a hose without getting a naked woman wet anywhere in this joint, and knowing Zenrists, Dana had a feeling every single one of them would love it.

"You don't have to be a Zenrist to work here," said Mrs. Rise, "but you do have to wear the Zenrist 'uniform' regardless. Because when people come to Sunning Delights, they come to enjoy all the things a beautiful woman in her Goddess-given state can offer."

"So... if I work here... I'd have to be... naked?" said Dana. She stumbled back as the bunny-eared waitress passed by her, turning sharply to lay some client's food down on a nearby table. She leaned over as low as she could go, pressing her bare breasts onto the table's surface and thrusting her butt out in Dana's direction, giving her a very intimate view of the waitress' privates.

"Mm-hmm, that is correct," said Mrs. Rise. "Every woman I hire to work here, regardless of position, has to be naked. Because that is why people come to Sunning Delights. Men and women alike want to look at naked women. They want to be served delicious food and soothing drinks by them. They want to be able to speak with and interact with them. And I provide that. I give them all a comfortable place," she spread her arms wide and spun her body theatrically around in a circle to gesture at her entire establishment, "where they can experience them all."

The sound of grinding on the floor drew both her and Dana's attention back to the nearby table. The bunnygirl waitress was pulling out the chair a little pixie-haired redhead was sitting in.

Mrs. Rise smirked. "Among other things."

"I hear it's your birthday," the naked bunnygirl said, straddling the petite woman's form as she sat down on her lap.

"Um... it is," said the redhead, her cheeks turning to a similar shade.

"Well then, how 'bout you change into your birthday suit?" the bunnygirl said, her fingers toying with the hem of the girl's shirt.

"Do it!" one of the redhead's friends at the table cheered, a feisty-looking brunette in a tie-dye shirt.

"Yeah, take your top off!" said another girl at the table.

"Uh, no, th-that's okay," the redhead stammered, looking away from the naked waitress' face (and breasts) with embarrassment.

"That's okay," said the bunnygirl, who was bobbing her hips serpentinely against the girl's waist while she moved her arms around her back. "I can still give you a present in your current state." The bobbing in her hips accelerated as she rubbed her crotch into the smaller girl with growing fervor, her round cheeks clenched tightly while they danced circularly over her lap. Her body followed suit as she pushed it into the redhead, crushing her rather large breasts tightly against the smaller girl and bunching the fleshy orbs up enough that they began to swallow her chin. The redhead stiffened and seized her breath at the waitress' movements, but she made no effort to resist them. She simply sat there, stunned and unsure what to do as the bunnygirl gyrated her naked body against her, rubbing her boobs into her jaw, her stomach against her torso, and her bare crotch against her hip-hugging jeans.

"What on Earth!" Dana cried. Reflexively, she snapped her gaze away, knowing that was not a scene good girls were supposed to gawk at. Only to gasp when she saw a girl suddenly jump out of her chair, kneel on the floor, and begin eating out the waitress standing at attention by her table. Her long, chocolate-colored locks danced excitedly while the completely naked and barefoot waitress reared her head back with closed eyes and purred like a happy cat.

Mrs. Rise chuckled. "This is a Zenrist-themed establishment, my dear. And the chief thing people come here to experience are beautiful women pleasuring and making love to one another. All my employees are expected to act as Zenrists act, whether they worship the Goddess or not. And that includes allowing them to pleasure and be pleasured by those they serve."

"But how is that legal? I thought... only Zenrists can have sex in public," Dana said, slowly turning toward the white-haired woman, who even in all her nakedness was probably the most normal person in the room at the moment.

"It's true, only Zenrists can have sex in public. Or at least, all instances of public lesbian sex have to have a Zenrist involved. But we're not exactly in a public location here. We're in Sunning Delights, a privately owned Zenrist locale! Here, my rules apply, and that means any woman can get as comfortable and as intimate with her sisters as she desires. Why, if you wanted to, Ms. Garland, you could shuck off that overly formal business suit of yours right now and have fun with that clothed lady sitting right there. Or that one right there. Or those three over there. Or... well, I'm sure you get the picture."

"And what about them?" Dana asked, pointing at the brunette, who just now was pulling her face away from her waitress' groin. She looked up at the nudist with an eager smile, her lips glimmering with a substance the youth didn't want to think about. "Can customers just... touch the waitresses like... that whenever they want too?"

A slapping sound startled her as a dining woman gave another passing waitress a playful smack on the rear. Her cheek jiggled hypnotically, but the woman did not miss a beat in her step. She simply turned her head to smile at the attacker and give her a wink.

"Indeed, they can. It is part of the job's terms that paying diners may touch the wait staff in most any erotic way they see fit. You consent to that by agreeing to work here. But only the women customers may do that! Men can only look; they cannot touch you, same as anywhere else. We are promoting Zenrist values here after all."

"I... see," said Dana. This job was looking less and less feasible by the minute. This was definitely not a good fit for her, and maybe she should look for other places to apply.

"So how much sexual experience do you have?" Mrs. Rise asked.

"What did you say?"

"I asked how much sexual experience do you have? Sex is a natural part of working at Sunning Delights, so it's important that I get an idea on how skilled my prospective employees are at it."

"Um, well, I... can't say I have any," said Dana. She wasn't really comfortable telling a stranger about her sexual history, or rather her lack of it, but she wasn't in any mood to argue right now. All this naked sapphic energy was making her dizzy.

"No sexual experience at all?" said Mrs. Rise. "No boyfriends or girlfriends? No high school sweethearts or college dates?"

"I've had... dates before," said Dana. "Though I'm single now. But I've... never... had... sex either."

"No sex... at all?" Rise's voice was breathier as she spoke and her gaze was growing more intense. "Do you mean to tell me that you are," she leaned in close to whisper in Dana's ear, "a virgin?!"

Dana blushed. "Um, I guess... HM?!"

Mrs. Rise shushed her with a finger on her lip. "Well, talk more in my office. Follow me."

In seconds flat, the pair were back in their seats on opposite ends of the desk. Dana was feeling dizzy from the rush of air, whereas the white-haired woman looked oddly giddy. "Ms. Garland, I want to give you this job."

"You... do?" said Dana, blinking in confusion.

"Yes. I know we've only talked for a short while, but I believe you are a perfect match for this place."

"Uh, I'm not so sure," said Dana. After seeing what the job required, she saw plain as day she didn't want it. Having to work around naked, horny, lesbian cultists was one thing, but having to work naked herself and engage in... sexual stuff with the customers was a few bridges too far. No amount of money would be worth the hassle or the compromises to her dignity. However, this was still a professional setting and she needed to play it cool. "I mean, I applied to a number of other places and I would still like to check them out before making a decision."

"I'll give you a $500 advance if you start work here tomorrow."

Dana blinked again, not sure she heard her correctly. "What?"

"Just come to work tomorrow, just agree to work for one day, and I'll pay you $500 in cash upfront. Alongside any other hours you work. Just work here for one day, that's all I ask." Mrs. Rise was breathing hard and her hands were gripping the desk so tightly, the wood looked like it would splinter apart any second.

"Why would you offer that to me?" said Dana. She didn't recall the workshops mentioning anything like this.

"I just think... this would be an experience you would really benefit from," said Mrs. Rise, her voice growing breathier with every syllable.

"Um, I don't know," said Dana, who was finding she really wanted to put some distance between herself and the naked woman. She was all of a sudden acting really sketchy. "I mean, I support your religious rights and all, but I'm not so sure I'm comfortable with getting naked and having sex so... openly like you do."

"If you agree to come tomorrow, I'll waive the mandatory sex for you," said Mrs. Rise. "You can just serve food like a regular waitress. You don't need to do anything else you don't want to do, and no one will be allowed to touch you."

"No touching? No sex?"

"No touching. No sex."

"And... the nudity?"

"Well, it is the uniform here, so you have to 'wear' that of course. But everything else is up to you."

"Huh." Out loud, Dana could only hum contemplatively, but in her head, she was saying: I just show up tomorrow and get 500 bucks automatically? That... didn't sound like a bad deal. With that kind of scratch, she could buy all the groceries she'd need for the month and still have enough left over to pay next month's rent. Or just get something really nice for herself. Sure, waiting a few tables in the buff would be super embarrassing, but... it would just be for one day. No, not even that, just a couple of hours! It wouldn't kill her or anything, and it's not like she'd be the only naked person. Dana couldn't believe it, but she was actually seriously considering taking this strange woman's offer.

"So how about it?" said Mrs. Rise.

"I'll... I'll do it!" Dana said with a curt nod. "I'll... try the job out for the day and I'll... see where it goes from there."

"Excellent! We'll do this tomorrow. Come at, oh, let's say 1:30 PM if you can. That should give you more than time to rest and eat a good meal. Can you do that, Ms. Garland?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Good. I look forward to," she took a deep breath, as if she was steeling herself for something exhilarating, "seeing you."

"Er, yeah. Me too. I, uh... hope I'll see you again tomorrow too."

Dana left the restaurant, not believing what she actually agreed to do. A part of her wondered if she was making a terrible mistake, but she assured herself that no matter how weird the situation was, it would be for only one day. One day spent nude in a cultist's restaurant, and she'd be out of there. That much she promised herself. It's not like they were going to brainwash her anything... right?

***

Mrs. Rise watched Dana intently as she left, her eyes firmly glued to the young woman's plump derriere. Under that formal business skirt was hidden a treasure like no other. And she, Dawn Rise, would be the one to claim it. Assuming all went as planned. She licked her lips in anticipation while a surge bubbled between her legs. Ohhh, she couldn't wait! But that was for tomorrow. Right now, she had to return to her duties as both the proprietor of Sunning Delights and as a woman of the Goddess. And that meant she had to find herself a sexy girl, besides Dana Garland, very soon.

***

"So, did you get the job?"

"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. I did."

Dana was back home in the apartment she was currently sharing with Sharon, her best friend in college. Since completing their sophomore year, the two decided they were not going to return to their respective parents for the summer. They wanted to try striking out on their own for once, to stop acting like girls and finally become women. But as exciting as that was, it also meant they had to find work, and fast.

"Awesome! What was the place called again?" said Sharon as she poked her head out of the kitchen, no doubt from heating up leftovers for lunch.

"Sunning Delights."

"Sunning Delights, Sunning Delights... I think I might have passed by it once or twice. Never did go in though. Maybe I should now that you're working there. It would be fun to order you around and serve my whims, heh, heh, heh!" She jabbed a piece of bourbon chicken into her mouth, frowned, and stuck the plate back into the microwave oven."It sure would be nice to have a hot lunch for once," she grumbled, looking about ready to backhand the appliance, which since they moved in, had proven to be a finicky device that needed to be given regular "motivation" to reheat cold food.

"Uhhh, no, I wouldn't recommend that," said Dana.

"Why not?"

"Uh, well... you wouldn't like the food they're serving!"

"Why, what kind of food do they serve? Mexican?"

"Um, well..." Shit. Dana had been so distracted by all the naked female flesh that she hadn't paid attention to the food. What the hell kind of food did Sunning Delights serve besides breasts, thighs, buns, and pink meat? Burgers? Hot wings? Barbecue? Pizza? What?! "The food didn't look very good! Yeah, it was, like, all soggy and gross and stuff. Yeah, I don't know why anyone would want to eat there."

"Were people eating there?"

"Well, yeah. They had a decent number of customers when I went in for my interview."

"Why would anyone eat there if the food is so gross?"

"It's, uh... one of those mysteries of the universe we'll never understand, I guess."

The microwave oven dinged. Sharon pulled her plate out and popped another piece of saucy chicken into her mouth. It looked like it was going to be as heated as it was going to get. "Then maybe I should go just to see what their secret is."

"Sharon, I'm serious, you don't want to go!"

"I'll be the judge of that."

***

Dana's heart hammered furiously in her chest as the Sunning Delights restaurant drew closer and closer. This was it, the moment of truth was coming, when she would strip down and expose her naked body to complete strangers. It was definitely going to be a harrowing experience. But it was just going to be for one day. Then she could put it behind her, walk off, enjoy being $500 richer, and never have to speak a word of it to anyone ever again.

The doors swung open as she approached and out stepped two women, one naked, the other clothed. The Zenrist woman looked satisfied, if her hooded smile and wet thighs were anything to go by. And the regular woman... looked pretty satisfied as well. Her hair was a mess, her clothes were ruffled, and she was also smiling, especially when her nude companion gave her bubbly behind a pinch. Dana held her breath as she stepped aside to let them pass by, her feet suddenly feeling cold. That was another thing she had to deal with: all the raw, tawdry sex going on inside that building. But Dana remembered she didn't need to do any of that. Not for the one day she planned on working. Her new boss, Mrs. Rise, said so. So it would be fine. And even if Sharon came in despite Dana miraculously convincing her not to, she would not see her friend engaging in any publicly illicit activities on the job. Everything would be fine.

Dana finally walked inside and was immediately greeted by the white-haired nudist. "Miss Garland! You came! I'm so excited to see you."

"Uh, yeah. I'm excited to see you too... Mrs. Rise. And to begin working."

"Then let us begin. Starting with getting you, mm-hm-hm-hm," she giggled, looking the younger lady up and down, "in uniform."

"R-right."

Mrs. Rise guided Dana to some small room in the back where stood a couple of old metal lockers against the wall. "You can put your clothes in there and use the mirror over there to make any other adjustments you think you'll need. When you're ready, just step on out and I'll begin showing you the ropes."

"Thank you," Dana said before the older woman left, shutting the door behind her. She sighed as she looked down at herself. She dressed casually today in a simple T-shirt and denim shorts, having figured Mrs. Rise didn't care what outfit she came in. In retrospect, she must have looked like a fool showing up in formal business attire yesterday. But... Dana supposed she did something right if her new boss was willing to pay her just to demo the job. A job... that required her to work naked.

"Let's get this over with," she muttered as she got to work. She started modestly, taking off her dress sandals, which were the fanciest things she had on. Then she slipped off both her shirt and her shorts, reducing herself down to just her basic cotton panties and nude-colored bra. Inhaling deeply, she unclasped the latter and pealed the cups ever so slowly off her breasts, shivering uneasily the moment the air hit their soft, tender skin. Then, after taking a few seconds to gaze at the last garment she had on, Dana exhaled and pulled her underwear down the length of her legs.

And it was done. She was naked. Totally and completely. There was no turning back now. It was time to go mingle with the general public in only what she was born with. Unfortunately, staring at the door, Dana couldn't find the will to open it just yet. She still had to... she still had to prepare herself. So she went to the mirror. She didn't have any clothes on to make herself look good and professional, so she had to rely on her hair and cosmetics. And, well, those seemed fine. No strands on her long blond hair were out of place as far as she could tell. Her makeup was subtle enough to bring out her best features while still looking natural. Her figure... she supposed it was fine. It wasn't flabby or anything; her stomach was flat, her curves were gentle, and her breasts weren't small. But... compared to all the other women working here, Dana couldn't help but feel insecure. They all seemed like they were some combination of more athletic, more curvy, more slender, or more busty. Like they came into summer with their beach bodies ready to go while Dana was still struggling to add another mile onto her jogging route.

At least I remembered to shave yesterday, she mused, checking her armpits and running her hands over her legs, all of which were as smooth as a baby's. As was her crotch. Dana couldn't help frown with uncertainty at it. She never stylized her pubic hair in the past, never seeing any point to it. The most she ever did was narrow it down to make herself look presentable in a swimsuit. But since she agreed to take a job that would require her to get nude, Dana knew she would have to give her a bush a professional look. But what the heck was a professional look for a bush anyway? Dana had not the foggiest clue, and she didn't have the guts to ask anyone, especially her roommate. So she did the most obvious thing she could think of: she took it all off! Every single hair on her mound was sheered, creamed, and shaved away, leaving both her groin and her slit completely exposed. And the moment she watched the last few hairs drift away after rinsing them off, Dana wondered if this was wise or if she was doing something really, really stupid.

The creaking of the opening door and the abrupt appearance of a naked waitress didn't allow for any more thinking. "The boss is waiting for you. Don't keep her waiting," she said, swinging open a locker to check for something.

Reluctantly, Dana nodded, took a deep breath, gestured a Sign of the Cross for luck, then stepped out of the room bare and naked as the day she was born. Mrs. Rise greeted her with a bright smile and an arm around the blonde's waist to officially welcome her to her new job. Dana bit her lip and tried not to shiver at the sudden sensation of her bare skin making contact with the older woman's bare skin. "Ms. Garland! I'm glad to see you in proper 'uniform.' Let us begin your training."

They stepped out into the main dining area. Within seconds, the naked maître d' guided two clothed people, a guy and a girl, both looking like they were in their early 20s, to a table. Mrs. Rise nodded in their direction. "Normally, we have a system in place designating who serves which tables, but for now, we'll get started on them." Together, they approached, the white-haired woman's arm still firmly wrapped around Dana's waist. "Hello, welcome to Sunning Delights. I am Dawn, I will be your server this fine day. Would you like to get started on any drinks?"

"Coffee for me," said the girl with a smile.

"Uh... just water," said the man, who was clearly more uncomfortable.

"Coffee and water, very good. Write that down, Ms. Garland." Dana jotted down the drink orders in a notepad while the white-haired woman returned her attention to the couple. "Now, I'm sure Helen informed you of the rules we have here, but just to remind you... all the wait staff are ready and willing to accept your touch, young lady, including myself. If you ever wish to feel us, you need only reach out and touch us wherever you desire. And if you want to experience something more... intimate, just ask. I will be more than happy to accommodate you." She winked at the woman, then turned towards the man. "As for you, young man, I'm afraid for you it is strictly look but don't touch. This is a Zenrist establishment after all, and both our doctrine and the law states that we may only be publicly intimate with women. By all means, enjoy our bodies." She took hold of her breasts and squeezed them seductively. "Enjoy the sights, sounds, and scents of our passion as we unleash them all over the establishment."She squeezed her breasts again and pinched her nipples, which pebbled hard between her fingers, and shuddered all over, making her every inch of naked skin tremble. "But don't touch! And keep your clothes on. Understand?"

"Uh... yeah," the man murmured, shuffling uncomfortably in his chair, and no doubt thanking the table for hiding the tent he was pitching beneath his pants. "I mean, yes, I understand!"

"Good!" Mrs. Rise said, releasing her hands, nodding firmly, and giving him an approving smile. From across the table, the girl reached out and extended a hand straight toward Dana's nude body. Catching this immediately, Mrs. Rise stepped forward, shoving Dana out of the way and taking the girl's hand herself, letting it lay flat on her flesh where her thigh met her groin. "I'm sorry, but I must also add that this girl here is off-limits for the time being."

"Off-limits?" asked the female customer.

"Yes. She is not a waitress just yet, despite what her nudity may tell you. She is... training. Yes. And until she completes it, she is not to be touched by anyone."

"Oh." The girl sounded a bit disappointed. Dana stole a glance down at her naked body. Did she really want to touch her that much? Was Dana really so physically appealing that even another girl would want to feel her up? That was... kind of nice to know. Embarrassing... but nice.

I guess I do look good naked.

"But by all means, touch me!" said Mrs. Rise. "My body is always ready for Sapphic loving!"

That cheered the girl up, for her smile brightened and her hands ran eagerly up and down the white-haired woman's body. She slid them along Mrs. Rise's firm stomach, traced the way her hips curved out gracefully from her form, and let her fingers brush delicately against the snowy triangle of hair between her legs. The girl chewed her lip nervously as if she feared she crossed a line she shouldn't have, but upon seeing the proprietor only flash her an amused smile, she kept her hands firmly planted. "It's so... soft," she said, laying her cheek down along the older woman's groin.

"Yes. And it's all natural," said Mrs. Rise. "No dyes are staining these hairs."

"Mmmm," the girl murmured, nuzzling her cheek against the white bush and lowering her face gradually to the womanly slit underneath it. It didn't escape Dana's notice how the older woman stiffened and tense all over when the girl's chin sank especially low on her crotch. "Smells so nice."

"Well, I have more orders to take and more lessons to teach," Mrs. Rise said as she stepped gently away from the girl. "But don't you worry. As soon as I come back, I'll be sure to give you something to enjoy." She blew a kiss to the blushing customer before wrapping her arm around Dana's waist and guiding her away.

"Do your... waitresses really like that?" said Dana. "All the... touching and stuff?"

"Absolutely," said Mrs. Rise. "We women of the Zenrist faith will never turn down a loving caress from another woman. Among other things."

"Even from... a complete stranger?"

"Even from a complete stranger." She paused to direct both her and her would-be apprentice's attention to a waitress who was letting herself get felt up by what appeared to be twins. They stood on either side of her body and ran their hands up and down its unclothed length. One sister trailed down to the nudist's butt and laid her hand on one oblate cheek, while the other girl let her hand curve over the Zenrist's breast and cupped it gently in her palm. "Many women are curious about us. They want to know what it's like to touch our skin. To breathe our fragrance. To see us... in the depths of ecstasy. But they haven't yet worked up the courage to approach us as we walk down the street, join us while we make love, or enter any of our sacred Temples. Here at Sunning Delights, we give them that chance. We invite all the women here to satiate their curiosity of the Zenrist mystique, and see for themselves what it is about us that is so... enticing." Mrs. Rise moaned huskily as she stroked her clit for emphasis.

"Zenrist... mystique," Dana said thoughtfully, her eyes absently drifting down to the hand on the Zenrist woman's crotch as if they were led there by a current.

"But we've talked enough," the white-haired woman said. "Come, there are more diners for us to attend."

The pair took drink orders from a couple more tables. One had a trio of guys who were clearly here to enjoy all the naked girls, if their grinning stares at both Dana and Mrs. Rise were anything to go by. The student wasn't comfortable being around them, though they thankfully made no attempt to touch her, showing they were well aware of the establishment's rules. Another table had a pair of girls, one clothed, the other naked. The nudist, who Dana could tell was also a Zenrist judging by the tattoo on her hip, was quick to stand up and embrace Mrs. Rise in a hug. And not a regular friendly hug; an intimate one where their stomachs touched, their breasts interlocked, and their lower hairs entangled.

"Um..." Dana could only stand awkwardly to the side as the two Zenrists started to make out, their heads rolling about as their lips fused. Being forced to sit there and watch the intimate display was leaving her painfully aware of her own nakedness. The air was constantly pouring over her skin in places where it was almost completely alien to her, and it was seeping into crevices that felt like they had never been touched. Like the crooks of her neck, the valley between her breasts, the cleft of her ass, and the places where her thighs connected to her mound...

At last, the Zenrists broke off, pulling away from each other with soulful looks in their eyes. Giving her a nod, Mrs. Rise turned to Dana and said "Get a punch smoothie for these two ladies, in a single large glass with two straws. And some buttered bread sticks."

"Uh... but they didn't say anything," said Dana.

"Oh, but Gillian here did," said Mrs. Rise, caressing her compatriot's breast. "We Lovers of Zenriah have ways of speaking without words. We speak the way all women should speak to each other. Isn't that right, Jill?"

The naked woman named Gillian responded with a smile, a kiss, and a firm squeeze of Mrs. Rise's bosoms.

"If you say so," Dana stammered, scribbling the order down promptly. Anything to take her sight away from the two nudists who seriously needed to get a room.

"In any case, we've taken enough drink orders," said Mrs. Rise as she started to turn around, coaxing the younger blonde to follow her. "It's time we get them fulfilled."

They made a quick stop to the kitchen--too quick for Dana to make out what was happening in there--to leave the order for the bread sticks and smoothie. Then they set off to get the simpler drinks ready. The blonde was made to carry the guys' sodas and she took their orders for spicy wings without much ceremony. After that, she and her boss then prepared the water and coffee for the guy and the girl... and before Dana had a chance to thump the cups on their table, the latter buried her face in the white-haired woman's white-haired mound.

"Oh-ho-ho-hoooo," Mrs. Rise chortled with amusement. "Somebody's eager. Mmmmm." She closed her eyes and leaned her head back as the younger woman pushed her face deeper into her crotch, nuzzling and licking her slit with tender strokes of her tongue.

"Um," Dana murmured, shuffling her weight from one foot to the other before trying to turn her focus to the man at the table, who might as well have been her reflection. "Are you... okay with... that?"

"It was... my idea," he said, trying to look like he was staring at everything but his partner eating her boss out. It was a vain effort because there were naked women all over the joint, Dana being one of them, ensuring hit heat would never dissipate. "It was a birthday present and all."

"Mmmm... oh!" Mrs. Rise's whole form jolted as the girl flicked her clitoris about with her tongue. Her breasts bounced giddily and her nipples stood high on end.

"Well, uh, can-can I get you anything... to eat?" said Dana, fumbling with her notepad as she struggled to ignore the sexual act happening right next to her.

"I'll have a hot chick," the guy said absentmindedly. "Uh, I mean, the hot and spicy chick in buns! GAH, I mean... who wrote these menu items anyway?"

"Hm?" Dana peered over the boy's menu. Indeed, the item he was looking was called a "hot and spicy chick in buns." The picture and description made it clear it was a regular old chicken patty sandwich bathed in hot sauce, but knowing this place, someone had definitely been having too much fun writing the name of the meal. Among many others. "I see," she said before suddenly realizing her boob was pressing into his shoulder. She pulled away with a blush, hoping against hope he hadn't sensed it. "And, uh... any idea what she'll have?"

The girl pulled away from Mrs' Rise's crotch. "Tacos! Crispy! Fish!" she gasped. A slight sheen could be seen all around her mouth. "Hold the tomatoes!" And with that, she went back to eating Mrs. Rise's taco.

"Got it," Dana mumbled, scribbling the order down. "Will, uh... that be all?" she waited a few seconds for either person to speak, but they didn't. The boy simply sat awkwardly in his chair and shook his head, while his lady friend lapped hungrily into Mrs. Rise. That left the blonde no choice but to stand around wondering what to do. Should she leave and deliver the order to the kitchen? Go to another table? Wait for Mrs. Rise to give her instructions? Let her finish? Or what?

"Ah! Yes! Yes! YES!"

Dana sat there for close to half a minute, watching as her boss' moans humidified when a pair of arms wrapped around her body and two unclothed breasts pressed into her back. "Mmm, need some help there, gorgeous?"

"Uh, uh, uh..." Dana stiffened all over. A naked girl was embracing her from behind. This wasn't what she signed up for! What was she supposed to do now? Am I going to have sex? Is she going to have sex with me? I'm not ready for this, I'm not ready for this, I'M NOT READY FOR THIS!

Mrs. Rise immediately snapped to attention. Pulling away from her hungry lover, she immediately seized Dana, wrapped an arm possessively around her, and glared at the interloper. "This one is not available for sex, Rosa!"

The red-haired waitress, whose name was apparently Rosa, flinched under her stare. "She's not? But, she was standing there, all by herself, and I thought she'd..."

"She's just here for training, Rosa. Nothing more."

"Training? What do you mean? You've never--"

"Get back to work, Rosa. You have orders to fill and girls to pleasure."

"O-okay, I will. S-sorry, Mrs. Rise!" The redhead looked away like a flustered child and scurried off.

"Um... th-thanks," Dana said.

"Don't mention it," said Mrs. Rise. "I told you you wouldn't need to have sex with anyone today and I meant it. In fact," her gaze turned steely and her voice lowered to the stern tone she had given Rosa, "I forbid it. You are not to have sex with anyone in this establishment without my express say-so. Do I make myself clear?"

"Uh... yes ma'am!" Dana said with a militant nod. Sheesh, this woman was scary. So scary that Dana was ready to follow her orders and do everything she said. And that meant not having sex. But wait, no, Dana did not want to have sex at all! She didn't... she wasn't into girls! And she was in no way getting aroused by anything in this restaurant... right?

"Good. We've dilly-dallied long enough. Sorry, Joan dear, for cutting this short. But don't you worry, I'll be back here soon enough. And when I am, I'll give you a little entertainment as well."

Joan, the girl who had been pleasuring her, blushed at her words. "You'll give... me entertainment? But wait, how did you know my name? I didn't say--"

"Ancient Zenrist secret," said Mrs. Rise. "Now come, Miss Garland. We have much work to do." The white-haired woman took Dana's hand and the two departed. As they walked, Dana tried desperately to ignore the feeling of dampness on her thighs.

***

The pair returned to the kitchen and Dana finally caught what was going on in it. It was relatively normal compared to the rest of Sunning Delights; namely in that not everyone in there was naked. Like the men that were working as cooks and whom she was surprised to see. They were fully clothed. As for the female employees, well... some of them were dressed too. In aprons and shoes. Those counted as clothes, right? But even among them, there were female employees manning the stoves and ovens without a stitch anywhere on their bodies. Dana had wondered what the discrepancy was all about and if it was safe for women to work around so much heat without any sort of protective garments on their bodies. Surely, some law was being violated here.

"They're fine," Mrs Rise told her. "We Zenrists have ways of resisting heat with our naked bodies. If anything, clothes are more hazardous to us than any hot oven or pan of boiling oil could ever hope to be."

"But what about the ones in the aprons?"

"They're not Zenrists. They're like you. They haven't fully converted... yet." That last word was said in a whisper so quiet, Dana wasn't sure she heard it. "Protection is still needed on their fragile little bodies. But let's not tarry. As a non-Zenrist waitress, for safety and sanitary reasons, you are to go no further into the kitchen than where you are standing right now. You'll just be coming in here to report on orders and take finished meals, nothing more. Understand?"

"Yes, Mrs. Rise."

Unfortunately, delivering the food proved most awkward. Being forced to devote both her hands to holding trays of sandwiches and chips and tenders and whatever else meant Dana had nothing to cover her body with. And right now, more than anything else, she really wanted to cover her crotch. She hadn't had a chance to take a break in the restroom and wash up, and the wetness was continuing to cling to her thighs like a pair of rapidly cooling manacles. Worse, she was bringing meals to the three guys.

"H-here you are," she stuttered, practically throwing the plates and baskets of food onto the table.

"A little more grace and poise, Miss Garland," said the restaurant proprietor. "We want our guests to feel welcome and wanted."

Easy for you to say, Dana silently grumbled, biting her lip to keep herself from sassing back at her boss. Or possibly from crying. She honestly had no idea what she wanted to do more.

"Ask if there's anything else you can do for them," said Mrs. Rise.

"Uh, uh... is there... anything... else... I can... do for you... gentlemen?" Dana gasped, feeling her skin turn red-hot all over. Please, please, PLEASE don't ask anything else of me!

"How 'bout some extra breasts on these fingers?" chuckled the middle guy, waving a chicken finger at the waitress-in-training.

"DUDE, no!" his buddy cried, nearly falling out of his chair. "You can't say stuff like--"

"It's alright," said Mrs. Rise with a gentle shake of her head and a roll of her eyes. This clearly wasn't the first time she heard that lame joke. "I'm afraid we don't have any breasts to go with your fingers at this time, but I would be more than happy to show you my breasts on my fingers."

Showed them, she did. She cupped the undersides of her breasts with her hands and squeezed them forcefully, kneading her flesh like two mounds of womanly dough. She pushed the spheres up, let them sink back down, contorted them within her fingers, and pinched the erect nubs on her tall, red nipples.

Dana didn't see the guys' reactions. She wasn't even looking at them. Her attention was firmly glued to Mrs. Rise and the way she played with herself. Was feeling one's boobs really that pleasurable? Would Dana feel good too if she groped herself like that? She took hold of the undersides of her breasts, gave them each a soft squeeze. That was... kind of nice. She squeezed them some more, adding more pressure to her mounds, and pushed them up and down like Mrs. Rise had done. That was... really nice. She slid her hands up, allowing them to cover more surface area. Her fingers poured over her nipples, which were surprisingly hard to the touch, like two shards of flint, each so erect that their nubs folded and flickered against her movements.

"Ooooooh!" Dana trembled all over. That was... really nice. Such a strong tingle rang in her tits. Like a spark of electricity jolting through her.

Why didn't I ever try this before?

"Mmmmm," she moaned, massaging her boobs more, loving the way they felt. Was this normal? Was this how women... pleasured themselves? Did they do this whenever they made love to other women? Did women, and Zenrists, feel each other up whenever they had sex?

"Looks like you boys got yourselves a free double order of chick breasts and fingers," said Mrs. Rise with a smirk.

At the sound of her voice, Dana broke out of her trance, blushed furiously from head to toe, and threw her hands up in the air like she had just been caught by the police.

Mrs. Rise laughed. "No need for that, Miss Garland. You can touch yourself all you want in here. But perhaps it's time we tend to our other diners."

"Yes, L-let's." Dana could only let the other woman guide her away, a sense of shame wafting off her form. What was she thinking, treating her boobs like a pair of toys like that? Dana had never resorted to such indecency, even in private, so why was she starting now? Was this place affecting her? Was being surrounded by all these naked, horny women making her horny as well? It didn't make sense, didn't make sense at all, she never lost control of herself like that...

She hoped things would be less awkward when she brought the clothed and naked pair their fancy drink and bread sticks. In some ways, it was; they weren't looking at her, gawking at her naked body, or taking note of her still wet groin and thighs. Unfortunately, that was because they were up to some sexual shenanigans of their own. Both girls moved their seats next to each other and had their hands in each other's pussies. The clothed girl was rubbing circles within the naked one's crotch, so firmly that Dana could hear the squelches where she stood. The nudist, meanwhile, had her hand jammed into her girlfriend's unzipped shorts, no doubt subjecting her to the same treatment. Both were squirming in their seats, matching the movements of their hips to the motions of their lovers,' completely lost in a world of their own making with closed eyes and breathy moans emanating out of their lips.

"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh, ahhhh!"

Per Mrs. Rise's instructions, Dana left their food on the table and let herself be escorted away. The two were very busy and it was poor manners to needlessly interrupt a Zenrist in the throes of ecstasy.

That left them returning to the boy and the girl. The former was sitting awkwardly in his chair, sipping his water and struggling to look like he totally wasn't eyeing the latter up. For the girl had taken off her skirt and her panties and was rubbing herself fervently to the sight of all the naked waitresses padding around.

"Ahhh... ahhh... OH!"

Her eyes lit up when she caught Dana and Mrs. Rise approaching, and with a bounce, she was on her feet and in the older woman's arms. She leaned in to kiss her, only for Mrs. Rise to stop her abruptly with a finger to the lips.

"We're both getting hot and heavy, so how about we cut to the chase, darling?"

"To the chase?"said Joan mere seconds before Mrs. Rise yanked her shirt up and off her shoulders. Her plain white bra quickly followed when the white-haired woman undid the straps so swiftly it looked like she tore them apart. Now completely naked and exposed, a rosy blush fell over the customer's face as Mrs. Rise shoved her back into her chair and sat down upon her, her cheeks spreading wide as she straddled the brunette's waist.

Mrs. Rise turned to glance at Dana. "Miss Garland, be a dear and give the nice people the meals they ordered."

"Um, okay," Dana stammered, laying the guy's sandwich and the girl's taco down on the table.

"Good girl," said Mrs. Rise. "Now stay right there until Joan and I finish up. And don't let anyone come around and take that nice... sweet..." Her voice dipped low and breathed so humidly that Dana's skin moistened just hearing it, "Virginity."

"What?" Dana said, but her question fell on deaf ears. Mrs. Rise's seduction of Joan had begun. She stood the girl up from her chair and laid her down on the table, sweeping her food to her companion's side to make room. Then she leaned down over her until her torso was nearly parallel with her body and buried her face in the crook of the girl's neck. Joan sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned her head back like a satisfied cat while Mrs. Rise nuzzled and kissed her skin and slid a hand gracefully over her blooming and nearly butter-smooth sex.

"Mmmmm, ahhhhh, OH!"

Joan jolted and gasped when Mrs. Rise's fingers slid abruptly over her extended clit, lighting her flame up like a matchstick. The white-haired woman stoked her further when she thrust her face deeper into the brunette's neck and bit down on her sensitive flesh, tickling the skin between her nibbling teeth. Joan quaked all over, bouncing her breasts in the air like a pair of gelatin desserts, and moaned and melted as Rise suckled her skin and stroked her slit.

"Mmmm, ohhhh, ohhhh, oh!"

Her head lolled to the side like a broken doll's, and it continued to roll even as Rise pulled her own head and lips back with a wet smack and latched on to a hardened nipple. That she suckled intensely, twisting her lips this way and that way like she was trying to squeeze as much as she could out of the pink circle. With her free hand, Rise massaged Joan's other breast, rubbing and distorting the fleshy orb like a stress ball, all while using her other hand to apply more pressure on the younger woman's rapidly wettening sex. Moisture dribbled and oozed from out of the heated skin beneath and between her fingers, and the salty aroma of sweat and must flooded Dana's sinuses.

"Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm! MMMM!"

Joan was dancing now, gyrating her hips in synchronized circles with Mrs. Rise's caresses, determined to put as much weight as she could on the white-haired woman's dexterous hand. Specks of juice flew out of her crotch like sparks from a flame, her mound was so red that Dana could feel its heat radiating over her own skin, and the squelching of her flowery flesh rang so loud that the blonde hardly heard anything else. Dana had to look away, she... she couldn't watch this X-rated show any longer. But as she spun around, she realized there was no escape for her. Sex was sweeping across the restaurant like a tidal wave. A naked waitress climbed into the lap of her equally naked client and started grinding away, her bulbous butt cheeks bobbing, swaying, and rippling with her motions. Two ladies suddenly leaped from their chairs and latched onto the nipples of the bunnygirl serving them. A waitress sat down on her table, spread her legs, smeared barbecue sauce all over her hairless crotch and invited the middle-aged raven sitting there to lick her up, which the woman did with excited aplomb. One nude woman pinned another nudist to the wall and the two wetly made out as one rode on the knee of the other. And a petite blond nudist guided an equally petite (and naked) black woman by the hand to the cushioned bench in the center of the establishment, tossed her on it, pounced on her, and promptly rolled all over her unclothed lover. Their lips locked, their legs entangled, and their hands gripped each other's flesh with ever more possessive pressure.

"Hoooooh!" Dana let out a wheeze of air as she struggled to get her bearings, waving a hand in front of her face in a desperate bid to cool it down. This was too much. There was so much... indecency unfolding around her! Everywhere she looked, women were getting undressed, tossing their clothes to the floor, and throwing their bare bodies onto other naked women whom they writhed, squirmed, and sweated again. Tits were sucked, pussies were licked, breasts were squeezed, womanhoods were penetrated, and a thick odor of perspiration, flowers, and female arousal permeated all through the air. It wasn't the first time Dana had seen Zenrists have sex, but she never saw it on this level before, with Zenrist fucking from every angle. And this time, she couldn't escape it. She couldn't just walk away and pretend it wasn't happening. She had to stand here and take it all in. See every contortion, hear every schlick, listen to every moan, absorb every calorie of heat.

"Oh, oh, OH, OH! OH GODDESS! OH GAAAWWW-HAAAWWWWDESSSSSSS!"

A spritz of liquid splashed against her foot, wet and hot to the touch. It came out of Joan, spurted out of her sopping vagina, and fell where Dana stood. She was climaxing, climaxing right there on the table she was supposed to be eating on, and by Rise's hand, which was still on her, still rubbing her clit, with two fingers sliding, curling, and wiggling about within her pulsating pink cavern.

"GAAAAWWWWW-HAWWWWWWDEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!"

Her hips bucked and jolted again, and another orgasm burst out of her. This one hit Dana right on her thigh. It was that sensation that reminded Dana that she was naked as well. She was dressed the same as all the Zenrists in this restaurant, dressed the same as all the women who came here to be seduced, dressed the same as a girl who wanted to be teased, caressed, fingered, jabbed, and turned into an animal that want nothing more than to sate its baser primal instincts. And Dana began to wonder why she should be any different. Why shouldn't she reduce herself to the state of the brunette laid nakedly down on the table? Why shouldn't she be just like that one girl having an impromptu threesome on the floor, or the pair of pixies currently sixty-nining on the bed? She touched her nipples. They were hard. She touched her face. It was warm. She laid a hand on her womanhood. It was hot, it was moist, it was dribbling like a leaky faucet, and her clitoris, it was...

"AHHH!" Dana nearly fell from the near-electric shock exploding out her core.

"Mm-hm-hm-hm-hm-hm," Mrs. Rise chuckled, standing up from the girl she was pleasuring to address her apprentice. "It looks like the time has come."

"T-time?" Dana stammered, her voice faint, her breath weak, her legs wobbly as she struggled to keep on them on the floor.

"The time," Rise said as she took a firm hold of the blonde, wrapping her arms around Dana and pushing her body against her own, crushing their stomachs, their thighs, and their breasts against one another. "To finally make you a woman!"

***

Dana fell upon the cushioned bench with a soft thump, her legs bending and splaying in the air the second her bare back hit the mattress. She didn't know how Mrs. Rise moved her there. Nor did she know where the couple who'd been having their fun on the bed mere seconds ago disappeared to. Everything had become a blur and clarity only returned once Dana opened her eyes and saw the white-haired goddess hovering above her. Her eyes were hooded, her breath was hot, and her hands were pinned on either side of the blonde's head. Escape was not an option, especially when Mrs. Rise crawled over her form and straddled her waist, tickling Dana's bare mound with the snowy hairs sprouting from her crotch.

Mrs. Rise dipped low toward Dana's body and inhaled deeply through her nose. "Mmm, I can smell it all over, wafting out of you like the aroma of a freshly bloomed lily. The unbridled purity."

Dana bit her lip and shuddered at the sound of her voice. It was so soft, like water trickling out of a spring. Hearing it made her want to lie down and go limp. Why was it so soothing? Why was she surrendering to it? Why was Dana... not doing everything she could to kick, bite, and run from this nympho zealot who was looking ready to devour her whole?

The white-haired woman sunk her face into the crook of Dana's neck and nuzzled it lovingly, inhaling its scent through her nostrils and giving it delicate little licks with a tongue that could easily have been a feather. The blonde shivered again. Something sparkled within the nubs of her nipples, which she could feel stiffening high into the air. And within the petals of her womanhood, a similar storm was beginning to brew.

Mrs. Rise pushed herself back up so that she could stare Dana in the eye again. Dana stared back. "You've never seen a woman before, have you?" the Lover of Zenriah said.

"I've... seen... women before," Dana stammered, blushing deeply all over. "I've seen Zenrists... everywhere."

"Hmmm, perhaps," the white-haired woman mused. "But I can tell you've never felt a woman. Or tasted one."

Dana had no response. For some reason, she felt too ashamed to tell her the answer. It would be like admitting she was a stupid lesser person, even though she had told the Zenrist she hadn't done anything sexual just yesterday. Or that feeling and tasting a woman was something she never dreamed of doing.

"Let me be your first." The white-haired woman lowered her form upon Dana's, laying her naked body atop the younger woman's so that they were now meeting stomach to stomach and breast to breast. "Let Dawn Rise be your first ever woman."

Without waiting another millisecond, the Lover of Zenriah kissed Dana. Not on the forehead or on the cheeks like a comforting mother, but on the lips. Deeply. Like a lover. She nuzzled them, smacked them, licked them. Then, with her own lips and her own tongue, Dawn opened Dana's up like she would a vise. And Dana let her. She let the woman pry her open. She let the older woman access her. And she let Dawn Rise enter her like a butterfly into a flower.

"Mmmm."

Dawn slowly licked the faces of Dana's lower teeth. She gently caressed the edges of her incisors. And the very moment she sensed Dana's tongue retreat from her touch, she plunged forward to twirl circles around it like an affectionate snake. And Dana twirled with her.

"Mmph. Mmph!"

Knowing not what to do with her hands, but craving warmth, Dana slid them off the bed and around the bulbous ovals of her lover's rump. There was a firmness in them underneath that rippling flesh, which made itself known when Dawn clenched her cheeks, letting the blonde feel the toned muscles within.

"Yesssssss!" the older woman hissed, letting go of Dana's lips while she pushed her whole torso up with her hands. "You like those, baby?" she said, breathing sinuously upon the younger woman's face, swaying her body back and forth, and thrusting her hips more firmly into Dana before pulling them out again and pushing her curving ass into the younger woman's palms.

"I... I..." Dana didn't answer. She was still trying to catch her breath from the kiss and the taste of Dawn that still lingered on her tongue. But more than that, she wasn't so sure wanted to answer, to let the older woman know how quickly she had surrendered to her wiles.

Her hands tightening their grip on Dawn's rippling buttocks provided all the answer the Zenrist needed. "Hmmm, I think you do," she said, sinking back down upon Dana, flattening her breasts on the blonde's boobs once more, and letting a hand slither its way between her legs. Dana suppressed a gasp when the older woman's fingers graced her delicate mound, smooth, hairless, and completely untouched, and bit her lip when she felt a finger slide neatly along her groove. "Your pussy tells me everything. Through its warmth." She wiggled the finger back and forth within the womanly indent. A sound of moisture reached Dana's ears. "Through its wetness." She pressed her hand more firmly into the blonde's groin, sinking her digit deeper into that silken slit. Floral flesh clenched rhythmically all around it. "Through its pulse."

Dana reared her head back and bit her lip to suppress a moan. The older woman was touching her, touching her in the most intimate place where she never allowed any hand to grace her before. And she was letting it happen. She was letting the Zenrist dab and tease her forbidden flower like a cat towards its prey.

Do I... do I really want this? she silently asked as she gave Dawn's ass cheeks another hearty squeeze.

Dawn fell back down, landing her head upon the blonde's breast and seizing her nipple into her mouth. She sucked on the nub, pulled it into her lips and between her teeth, and taunted its hardened surface with a flickering tongue. Dana gasped again as the tickling sensation overwhelmed her and tingles erupted within the red shard like sparks popping out of a flame.

Shit! Is this... is this really how it's supposed to feel?!

"The Goddess taught us to feel this way," said Dawn, releasing the nipple with a pop, looking directly into Dana's eyes. "The Goddess wanted us to feel this way. Because it was what She felt as well." She poured her tongue and licked it sensually around the curve of Dana's breast, pausing on her still pebbled nub to give it a few light flicks.

"Ah," the blonde moaned weakly, feeling another glow in her well-sucked titty. Only to let out a stronger moan when Dawn went for her other one. "AH!" Sensation sizzled out of her nipples like steam from a kettle, and from deep within her abdomen, a similar heat was building up. Heat that streamed its way through her innards and all the way to her labial lips, pulsing with greater and greater want on either side of the Zenrist digit still nestled between them.

"Mmmhmmmm," Dawn murmured, her whole body shuddering with her husky moans. "You're so wet. I barely even touched you and you're already leaking." She slid her finger ever so slightly up and down, further stroking Dana's outermost petals. The younger woman gasped and jolted at her touch, jiggling her breasts like gelatin desserts. "But... we've only just begun." The older woman laid a thumb upon the blonde's clitoris and started rubbing.

"Oh God!" Dana cried, jolting even harder, like she had been zapped by an electrified wire. "Oh SHIT!"

"Amazing, isn't it? How we possess an organ whose sole purpose is to provide us with pleasure." Dawn continued to rub the bud, running gentle but firm circles around its diameter. "It's no accident. No fluke of nature. Zenriah made it that way. She gifted us with the holy clitoris because She wanted us to indulge in our flesh. To cum, to want to cum, and to cum frequently. We are sexual creatures, girl, and the Goddess wanted us to be sexual creatures. She did not intend for us to copulate only for reproductive purposes. She intended us to copulate for the sake of copulation itself."

"Mmm... mmm... MMM!" Dana could only moan in response as Dawn continued to rub her, her pussy getting wetter every second, juice pouring in rivulets down her hairless mound. "AH!"

Dawn finally slipped her finger in, the sensuous digit sliding easily down the lubricated passageway. It snaked through the tunnel, the walls pulsing hungrily all round until it made contact with only the smallest, thinnest membrane of flesh the Zenrist ever felt.

"Ahhhhhh, you truly are untouched," the white-haired woman breathed lightly tapping the membrane within her lover. "You haven't even broken... it yet." She pulled her finger out, withdrew her whole hand, and began backing away from the blonde's face.

"What are... what are you doing?" Dana gasped, a sudden emptiness seizing her being from the absence of the older woman on her body. And inside her womanhood.

"Preparing you for your moment," Dawn said, breathing deeply to the sight of her moist sex and inhaling the scent of virgin arousal emanating from it. "Preparing you... for your awakening!"

Then, before Dana could ask what the older woman meant, Mrs. Rise launched her head into her crotch. And from that point on, the blonde only felt fire.

"Oh Ga-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaad!"

Dawn was everywhere on Dana, everywhere in Dana, and going a mile a minute in her most sensitive place. Dana's insides pulsated hard as the woman massaged them with hungry lips and an eager tongue, clenched eagerly round her boneless appendage when she extended it down her tunnel, and fluttered like moths to a flame while she slurped the juices off her spongy flesh. From her clitoris, waves of pleasure undulated every time Dawn so much as flicked the organ with her thrashing face, turning Dana into a bucking, sobbing, mindless mess.

"Ah! Ah! AHHHH!"

Having enough of Dana's vagina, Dawn redirected her energies straight to her clit, clasping her wet lips around the organ and suckling it intently. The storm raging within Dana hit a breaking point and she could no longer hold herself back. Her pelvis jerked like it had been electrified, pulsated upward, and pumped her dew-soaked flower harder into the Zenrist's face. Her clit plunged deeper into Dawn's lips and slammed into her teeth. Sparks flew. Flames ignited inside the blonde's pussy. Her nub burned red hot. Her back arched, her eyes rolled back, and Dana, she... erupted!

"AHHHH! OHH! GAWD! AHHH!"

Once, twice, thrice she came, bursting like a must-scented geyser, and once, twice, thrice her wet pussy rubbed up and down Dawn Rise's drenched face. But as the fire in her began to die and Dana let her body calm, the Zenrist pushed forward, jamming her fingers into her now well-lubricated sex and rubbing the pink tunnel with burning furiosity. "AAHHHHH!" Dana screamed again and her innards lit up with renewed intensity. She balled her hands into fists, gripped the mattress with them like she was holding on for dear life, and bent her knees and curled her toes to brace herself for the next oncoming orgasm.

"Ah-AH!" Stinging, tearing, searing pain flared through her as Dawn thrust her fingers through her core like a bullet. For a moment, Dana yelped. For a moment, she screamed. For a moment, she felt herself fall, saw her world darken, and wondered if her end had suddenly come. And then, as instantly as it arrived, her pain flickered away, drowned in a flood of bliss that burst through and out of her like a tidal wave. Electricity webbed in her core, heat burst out of her opening, and in the space between, flesh clenched upon flesh as her muscles coiled around her white-haired lover's undulating digits like a python.

"UHHHN! UHHHN! UHHHN! UHHHN!"

Again and again, Dana came, her torso flat and still on the mattress while her pelvis jolted with every wet force bursting inside her. She was dizzy and faint, all the world was a throbbing blur of melting shapes and fusing colors. Was what she experienced real? Was the whole thing a dream formulated from the untapped sexual fantasies fermenting in her mind?

A kiss on her lip and hands seizing her leg and forcing it upward gave the blonde her answer. This was real. There was a naked woman hovering above her whom had already seduced Dana multiple times this day, and the hunger in her eyes was making it abundantly clear that she was not finished. Dana didn't know what else Mrs. Rise had planned for her, but she got a hunch of it when she felt her clit flare up again as the older woman slid her crotch over Dana's, still holding her leg high up in the air.

Scissoring... is this... what they call... scissoring?

"Just follow my movements," Dawn said before gyrating her hips into and out of Dana's writhing form.

"Oh God!" Dana gasped, her ailing pussy burning hot and running wet even as it screamed for rest. "Oh God! OH GOD!"

"No. No God," Dawn said in between her breathy hums as she thrust harder and harder into Dana. "Only the Goddess. Only the Goddess. Only the Goddess!"

"Goddess! Goddess! Goddess!" Dana cried, repeating the word like a holy chant. It rang musically in her ears, pushed forward by the rhythmic chorus of her wettening flesh slipping, sliding, squishing, and grinding against her white-haired lover's. Her clit was aflame, her folds were a dripping mess, electricity was pulsing through every nerve in her fluttering core, and Dana, she, she, she was about to, to... "OH, GODDESSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

She climaxed again. She climaxed like it was both nothing and everything at once, her pelvis bucking and thrashing with every wet explosion bursting out of her. And above her, Dawn's pussy did the same, jolting as it climaxed in turn, pounding Dana's pussy even more and splashing liquid heat all over her heaving petals.

"AH! AH! AH! AH!"

Dana bucked and screamed with every spark of bliss that flashed inside her. And above her, Dawn smiled with satisfaction as she continued to rub herself, more slowly and gently, against her young lover. "That's it, sweet babe. Let it go. Let the child in you go and become the woman you are always meant to be."

"Yes," Dana whispered, not understanding what Dawn was telling her, but acquiescing her regardless. "I will. I will... I will... become... the... the..."

And then, a new, more familiar voice suddenly spoke up. "DANA?!"

Just like that, Dana's eyes flew open, glanced to the side, and saw her roommate, gawking at the naked blonde like she had sprouted a third boob. And that's when Dana remembered who she was, where she was, and what she was doing.

Dana gaped at Sharon. Sharon gawked at Dana. Dana opened her mouth to try and explain herself. Nothing came out. She couldn't think of anything. She didn't have enough time to think anyway, for another pair of feminine lips belonging to the brunette named Joan suddenly descended on them. She was being kissed. Another woman was kissing her! As that realization hit Dana, a second pair of lips snatched her right nipple, and a third took the left one. She was being pleasured by three lips from three directions all at once, and all Dana could do was squirm against their movements and surrender to the heat igniting inside her. Especially when Dawn resumed grinding her pussy against Dana's thoroughly sopping sex.

Oh Goddess!

Dana would cum three more times before the eyes of her best friend. And be cummed on even more by the lovers piling on top of her.

***

Yes, Sharon promised she wouldn't go to the Sunning Delights restaurant while Dana was working. She pinkie-promised. She double-dog promised. She crossed her heart, hoped to die, stuck a needle in her eye, and all that jazz. But promises are very hard things to keep, especially when they're forced on a girl for reasons that are so deliberately and insistently vague. Pandora couldn't resist opening the shiny box. Eve couldn't say no to the sweet forbidden fruit. So what hope did she have staying out of the restaurant that was oh-so-conveniently a hop and skip away from home? Chances were Sharon was going to find herself eating there eventually and all of Dana's attempts to push her away only made her more curious. If Sunning Delights was really that horrid of a place, then she had to see for herself just how horrid it was. And more than that, what humiliating ordeals Dana was willing to subject herself to for a buck. Whatever was going on had to be worth a laugh.

When she passed by a couple of Zenrists exiting the establishment, she didn't think anything of it. Naked women were nothing to get worked up about in this day and age. When she was greeted by a Zenrist maître d,' Sharon was... a little shocked to encounter another one so soon, but once again, she tried not to pay it any mind. Sure, naked woman could sneak up on you when you least expected it, but seeing one working was nothing to be alarmed by. Even lesbian nudist cultists had to eat and pay the bills. But when she was guided to her table and realized all the wait staff were naked women, everything fell into place.

This was a Zenrist restaurant. The staff were here to provide a Zenrist experience. Dana agreed to work here. And that meant she had to be...

Her train of thought was interrupted by the sound of groaning furniture and moaning voices. Sounds that were synonymous with the Zenrist cult. A quick glance around showed their was an uptick in sexual action. However, the loudest and most prominent moans were coming from some kind of bed in the middle of the establishment. Sharon knew it was probably going to be against her better judgment to approach, but... well sating her curiosity had been the whole reason she came here in the first place. So she got up from her chair, stepped toward the bed, and saw...

My new thing to learn for the day.

"Would you like more icy water?" said the busgirl, a sweet little raven with a bob cut and like every other employee in Sunning Delights, not a stitch on her body. Well, aside from the white bow tie around her neck.

"Please," Sharon said with a nod, her gaze fixed on some point a thousand feet away, well beyond the scope of the restaurant's walls.

"Here you are," said the busgirl, refilling Sharon's glass with a stream of ice-encrusted water. A simple beverage that the cocoa-haired college student was sure a lot of customers needed in this place. After she was done, the busgirl then raised the pitcher to her chest and poured some water over her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly. "Mmmmmm, that hits the spot."

"Yeah," Sharon mumbled monotonously. On a regular day, she would have thought the busgirl's breasts were cute. They were small and flat, hardly there. But her nipples... they were an especially festive shade of red and very perky, especially as they jutted over the surface of the chilled water raining through them like rocks in a stream.

The busgirl frowned with concern. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah," Sharon said mindlessly.

"You sure? You seem kind of out of it."

"I just... wasn't expecting this place to be like," she gave the busgirl's nude body a good long look, "this."

"Oh, you'll get used to it. Everyone gets their cherry popped eventually. In more ways than one." The busgirl smiled cryptically and twirled another circle around her hardened nubs. "Oh, it looks like your server is finally here. The boss and the lucky girl."

The "boss" marched in, looking like a queen despite or maybe because of her lack of clothing. Atop her head was an immaculately-kept crown of white hair where not one strand fell out of place, between her legs was an equally groomed bush in the same snowy shade, and held in her arms was the the "lucky girl." Like her, she was naked. Unlike her, she was blonde, her hair was frazzled, her demeanor was mortified, and she was Dana. Looking like Sharon had never seen her before.

"Sorry for the wait," said the white-haired woman as she gingerly sat Dana down on the chair opposite the brunette. "Our servers got a little 'occupied,' as they do when things get heated up in here, but it is all part and parcel of the Sunning Delights experience. You understand, yes?"

"Uh... I guess?" said Sharon.

The older woman continued. "And besides that, I thought you might want to spend your time with your friend here. She's still not ready to get back to waiting, but being your friend, I thought she could still entertain you. Even cleaned her up to make her more presentable. Unless you don't mind the aroma of a Lover of Zenriah?" She rubbed Dana's shoulders affectionately. "For it was all over her not too long ago."

"I... have no comment."

"Suit yourself. Ms. Garland, dear, I'll be covering your unfinished orders, so don't worry about them. And if you don't wish to work anymore, that will be alright, but don't hesitate to see me regardless. Your check is still waiting for you. I know what you experienced may have been sudden but," she wrapped her arms tenderly around Dana with a motherly hug from behind, "I hope you still enjoyed it." Then she gave the blonde a kiss on the cheek that Sharon couldn't decide was meant to be reassuring or romantic, and set off on her way, swaying her voluptuous hindquarters. "I'll be here when you're ready to order, Sharon."

Dana shivered, bit her lip, but made no move to resist the white-haired woman. When she was gone, she sat still in her chair and stared blankly at the table.

"So... this is a Zenrist diner," Sharon said, trying to make conversation.

"Yup," said Dana.

"And you agreed to work here."

"Yup."

"You... got naked. In public."

Dana turned red all over and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And... you even had..."

"Don't... say it. I know." Dana drew in a sharp breath.

"Okay." A heavy silence fell over the two, the naked blonde and the clothed brunette. Sharon directed her gaze at everything that wasn't her friend, ultimately deciding to let it fall on the jiggling, gyrating buttocks of a waitress who was serving a customer a fresh taco. And not the kind that came in a tortilla.

"Why did you come?" Dana said after the waitress gave a second serving directly into the dining woman's eager mouth.

"What?" stammered Sharon. What was Dana talking about? She wasn't the one cumming here.

"Why. Did. You. Come?" Her voice out like a hiss.

Oh. Right. That kind of come.

Sharon shrugged. "What can I say? You piqued my curiosity. You went on and on about why this was such an awful place that I just had to see it for myself."

"I told you not to."

"What did you expect me to do? Never set foot on this block?" said Sharon. "Did you seriously think I wasn't ever going to find out this place that's a stone's throw away from us was a Zenrist restaurant?"

Dana had no response for that. She only stewed in her seat, arms over her breasts and skin crimson all over.

Sharon continued. "And did you think I wouldn't notice that you weren't converting to Zenrism when I'd start seeing you walk around everywhere in the nude?"

"I'm not... converting to Zenrism," said Dana.

"Really?" Sharon tilted her head inquisitively. "Because when I saw you... going at it with that lady, you looked like you were really getting into it. You were calling out to their goddess and everything. It sounded like you were even about to say you were going to join them before you noticed me watching your little show."

Dana turned so red, Sharon could feel the heat radiating off her and had to slide her chair back a few inches to keep cool. "I wasn't," the blonde stammered, clenching her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to get the words out. "It wasn't supposed to happen this way."

"Well, why else would you agree to work here and have sex with a waitress if you weren't planning on converting?"

"I wasn't converting!" said Dana, crossing her arms more tightly against her chest as if she thought that would make her less naked. "The owner--Mrs. Rise--she promised me a large check just to work for one day. Said I didn't need to have sex with anyone if I didn't want to. That's why I agreed to work here. It was just going to be for one day. It was just going to be for one day!"

"Well, it looks like you ended up having sex anyway," said Sharon, darting her eyes away from her friend to watch another naked waitress stroll by, her ass and pussy nearly eye-level with the brunette. "Which means you must have really wanted it."

Dana's blush couldn't darken any more than it already was, so she simply turned her face away in shame.

"Hey, hey, it's cool, I understand," said Sharon. "I know the feeling, seeing all these ladies running around everywhere butt-naked can really get to a girl. I imagine it's really tempting to just spread your legs and let them have at you."

As if to emphasize her point, a girl at a nearby table started crying out. A quick glance confirmed she was being laid bare on it while an equally bare Zenrist grinded on her, her butt cheeks jiggling with movement and glistening with sweat from what was likely a day of frequent physical activity.

"Especially in... a place like this," Sharon murmured, reluctantly pulling her gaze away from the erotic sight.

That got Dana out of her funk. She was still covering herself, but she was at least looking Sharon in the eye again while glowing less red overall. "What, really? Do you mean you're actually a..."

"I've... been curious," Sharon said, timidly tenting her index fingers together. "Always wanted to know what it would be like... to be with another girl. I mean, we've all seen how Zenrists do it together and the things they did... got me... aroused." Now it was Sharon's turn to blush. She might not have been the one who was naked or recently caught getting her brains screwed out, but talking about her... hidden interests was no less embarrassing. "Was it... as good as it looked?"

"It was..." Dana paused as if she was trying to find her words. Her eyes closed, her stance relaxed, and her arms, still crossed over her bare chest, slid so that her hands could now cup her breasts. Which they did before promptly squeezing them. "Mmmm."

"Dana?" said Sharon. "Is... everything all right?"

"Mmmmmmm!" Dana only moaned in response, squeezing her breasts even more firmly. "It was... indescribable. The most... amazing thing I ever felt! I... have no words for it."

"Did it... hurt at any point?" said Sharon.

Dana nodded, slowly. "Yes, when she... when Dawn... when Mrs. Rise stuck her finger in me... it stung. But then, everything in me just started going off so much that I... I didn't even notice it. It was like... the pain got... drowned out."

She let go of her breasts. One of her hands fell beneath the table. Faint schlick sounds rang out and more moaning trickled out of the blonde's lips. Sharon's friend was doing... Zenrist things... right in front of her.

"I... see..." Sharon said while she fidgeted uncomfortably in her chair. "So lesbian sex... felt good then. I can see you enjoyed it... a lot."

"Yesssssss!" Dana hissed. "Yes, yes, YESSSS!" She moaned louder and rubbed herself some more with ever greater vigor. The squelching sounds under the table grew louder. She stiffened, drew in a sharp breath, nearly curled up in her chair... then gasped, yanked her hand away, and flattened it back onto her breast with a slap. Awareness and shame returned to her, as did her recently reddened skin.

"Was it better than with a guy?" Sharon asked, trying her best to act like nothing obscene had just happened.

"I... can't say for sure," said Dana as she attempted to mirror her friend's casual composure. "I've never... done it with a guy before. That was literally my... first time ever."

"Really?" said Sharon "You've really never... done it before... today?" Dana shook her head. "Ah, wow. Whoa. I thought I was the only one."

"Only one what?"

"Only girl who hadn't... ever had... you know. Sex." Sharon blushed again. "Though, I guess that is the case now that you've--"

"You've never... had sex?" A pair of hands suddenly fell on the brunette's shoulders and she realized they belonged to the white-haired woman from before.

"Mrs. Rise," Dana said, her voice barely above a whisper and her face filled with trepidation, awe, and possibly... a sense of childish shyness.

Sharon blushed even harder. Why did this waitress care about her sex life, or lack thereof? "Y-yeah. I've never had s--"

The waitress abruptly squeezed her. "Stop! Don't say another--"

Whatever she was about to say, it was too late. For in the corner of Sharon's vision, she saw a pair of naked women look up with glowing eyes. "That girl! She's never had sex?"

"She's never had sex!"

Numerous other voices spoke, each belonging to a lesbian nudist.

"A virgin?"

"There's a virgin in here?'

"She's really a virgin?"

"No way!"

"But... if there's a chance."

"I've never had one before."

"I want one."

"Want her."

"Need her."

Eyes all over the restaurant shifted to her form. Sharon didn't see all of them, but she felt them regardless. Just as she also felt almost a dozen naked female bodies converge on her. A breast pressed into her right cheek. A face pulled close to her left one and inhaled deeply. One hand stroked her calf. Another caressed her thigh. And a couple more tugged on the hems of her shirt and shorts like they were trying to take them off.

"Uh, did I do something... wrong?" Sharon asked, looking at her friend nervously.

"Just that you said you were a virgin too loudly," said the white-haired woman with a sigh. "Means I missed out on having two in one day. But no matter."

Sharon stiffened as the girl sniffing her face started nuzzling her cheek, the hands on either side of her hips hooked into the waistband of her shorts, and another one snaked over her breast.

"If you're curious about experiencing Sapphic bliss, you've come to the right place," said Mrs. Rise, wrapping her arms seductively around Sharon's collar and lowering her form so that her breasts contorted against the back of her head like two mounds of dough. They were large, warm, and soft, and the brunette had to fight her every urge to lean back into them. No matter how much they reshaped themselves around her cranium. "All you need to do is ask."

"A-ask?" Sharon mumbled. She jumped as a girl began licking her ear. Another reached under her shirt to paw at her skin, and at the lacy bra cup still encompassing her breast. The hands tugging at her pants had them down low enough to expose both her hips and the top of her ass cleft.

I could just ask and they would all do me. Right here. Right now. Every single one of these naked lesbian cultists...

"Yes. Although I think at this point, it's too late for that," said Mrs. Rise, pressing her breasts more firmly into the brunette's head, so much that Sharon could almost feel the great flesh sacs oozing all over her.

"Ah!" Sharon moaned when the hands under her shirt slipped under her bra, fondled the sensitive flesh underneath, and pinched her now rock-hard nubs.

"In our ancient language... you've already asked!"

***

Sharon disappeared in a cloud of hands, breasts, and skin. What had to be likely every Zenrist in the restaurant swarmed, seized, and dragged her away right before Dana's eyes. The bed-bench in the center of Sunning Delights was too small to bear them all, but the naked ladies were too excited to care a whit about that. Like a blob, they splattered on and around it, a mix of boobs, butt cheeks, and hair that jiggled, bobbed, and bounced more and more against the helpless woman buried within. Dana couldn't see her friend anywhere in the pile. It was like Sharon had dissolved into nothingness. And yet the blonde knew she was somewhere inside that fleshy mass, writhing uncontrollably as fingers, tongues, tits, and pussies rubbed and penetrated her every curve, crevice, and cranny. Who knows how many hands were inside her womanhood right now, how many mouths were slobbering all over her breasts, and how many pussies were being forced onto her mouth and tongue as more and more of her body was covered in thicker sheens of saliva, sweat, and sexual nectar.

"Ah... Ah-ah-ah-ah... HAHHHH!" From out of the sea of rippling flesh, Dana finally saw Sharon's head emerge, moaning in pleasure and gasping for air. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin was clammy, and her hair was clinging to her face. The blonde couldn't even see her eyes under that soaked, chocolaty mane. "D-D-Dana! H-h-h-HAMMMPPHHH!" A pair of hands reached up and pulled her back down and a bulbous pair of caramel-colored cheeks descended upon her face, engulfing it and drowning her cries between a moist pair of spongy lips.

"Ah... ah!" Oh Goddess. Dana was tingling again watching it all unfold, watching that mass of rippling girl flesh swallow her friend like a massive amoeba. A pungent cocktail of scents flooded her nostrils, smelling of mint, fruit, pine, salt, honey, and must all mixed together. Zenrist scents, each unique to every individual woman in the pile, literally pouring out of their sex organs and all over Sharon's completely naked body. Dana remembered how it felt when the juices splattered all over herself, watery and warm. Never before had she felt something so tantalizing, smelled something so tempting, tasted something so sweet, like the tangiest drink of punch pooled in a bowl of crystallized sugar. She shivered all over. Her nipples were hard. Her clit was throbbing. Her core was burning. She, she was getting horny all over again. Her pussy was still tender from her last encounter, when Dawn and the girls all latched onto her, but she needed to have it jabbed once again. But was it right for Dana to just dive into that heaving ocean of Sapphic bliss?

A trio of nude women running from their tables and into the orgy answered her question. And without a second thought, Dana plunged herself into the pile as well and let it overtake her. Slippery, wet skin slid against her own. Arms wrapped around her back. Hands squeezed her buttocks. A pair of lips sucked on her nipple. A tongue flicked at her clit. And just like that, Dana too melted and let her body sink into that sea of undulating flesh, sweat, and tang. Her form slickened, heat sprayed and dribbled all over it, and she sank into the shifting crevices of the orgy. Something, she didn't know what, slathered all over her pussy, bringing it to a boil, and opposite it, on her lips, another woman kissed her. Dana and her lover's lips nibbled, their tongues danced, and their loins stirred while they experienced pleasure from both ends.

It was only upon opening her eyes that Dana realized she was kissing her roommate. She and Sharon barely had time to gasp before their climaxes both erupted. Their bodies jolted forward, their lips slammed together, and the girls, they had no choice but to kiss each other again in that liquid sea of writhing, womanly pleasure.

***

Dana pulled her shirt back on, the final article of clothing she brought with her. Her shift was over and it was time to go home. Today was... certainly something. But now that she experienced it, she was ready to put it behind her. And maybe, hopefully... never speak of it again.

The door opened and from behind her snaked the arms of the graceful and always sensual Mrs. Rise. Dana stiffened and froze at her touch, allowing the older woman to press her still and always naked body against her, her large breasts squishing into the blonde's back.

"Are you sure you want to leave now? You can stay and have more fun with me and the girls."

"Um, no, that's okay," said Dana with a bite on her lip. "It's... been a really eventful day and all and I'd really like to go home and... relax."

"I understand," said Mrs. Rise with a melancholy sigh. "It's not everyday a woman gets to experience such a milestone in her life." She hugged the younger woman more firmly, pulling them both closer together. "I also forget how... exhausting lovemaking can be for the uninitiated. Especially when you partake in an orgy. Two even, and within mere minutes of each other."

"Y-yeah. That too," Dana mumbled, trying not to think about the sex she had today. In the orgies. With her best friend. With the naked woman who was embracing her from behind. Or how musical her subsequent laugh sounded in her ears.

Underneath the cups of her bra, Dana's nipples hardened again.

"Yes, it's probably for the best that you go home now. A young lady needs her rest after all." She pulled away from the blonde, sliding her arms off slowly so as to prolong their contact with the blonde. When the last of Mrs. Rise's skin left her body, Dana oddly cold all of a sudden, like a soothing fire had just been snuffed out.

"Uh, Dawn--Mrs. Rise, I," Dana began to say, turning around to address her boss, only to stop short when a check was promptly slipped into her hand."

"Here is the money that we agreed to. $500 just for coming, a little more for the time you put in, and not a cent short. We Lovers of Zenriah always commit to our agreements."

"Thank you," said Dana. "And, uh, I would like you to know that this has been a very, um... enlightening experience for me. I'm sure it'll help improve my... future prospects for future employ--"

Mrs. Rise shushed her with a finger to her lip. "Dear, spare me the resume verbiage. Your average corporate middle manager might appreciate hearing it, but we Zenrists prefer the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the... mmmm, naked truth." The white-haired woman smirked at that remark and straightened her stance, giving her boobs a light jiggle. Dana clamped down on her lips again. "You are correct in that you have been enlightened, though. More than you ever imagined."

"Y-yeah," Dana murmured as the older woman ran a hand lightly down her side. She shivered at the touch and for a moment, desperately wished she wasn't wearing this damn shirt. Just so she could feel those fingers on her skin again.

"So, now that you've sampled the Sunning Delights experience, do you see yourself working here again?"

Dana looked away, her cheeks warming up. "I... don't know. I'm not sure I'm really... cut out for this kind of work."

"Nonsense, Miss Garland. I know you were inexperienced in the art of lovemaking and that's making you insecure, but you really got into once you and I got started. And let me just say you were wonderful. It's been such a long time since I last tasted a virgin again." Mrs. Rise clasped her hands over her chest, shut her eyes, and sighed wistfully, the memory of her coupling with the young student playing through her mind. "Such a long time." She cleared her throat and opened her eyes to properly address Dana again. "Regardless, if you truly wish to find work elsewhere, so be it. But if you change your mind and want to keep servicing people the Zenrist way... just give me a call. You'll always be welcome here."

She leaned forward, planted a motherly kiss on Dana's forehead, and sauntered away, leaving the stunned young woman to stew in further indecision.

Dana walked home in a daze after that. She tried not to think about the events of the day. Of the nudity, the sex, the loss of her virginity, or the Lover of Zenriah's last kiss that still felt warm on her skin. So much had happened, more than she thought possible, and it didn't feel like anything was going to be the same after this. Especially since she learned a few new things about herself.

Such as how amazing being with another woman is.

No, this was just a one-off. Dana agreed to work at the Sunning Delights for one day, and one day was all she was going to give it. She got her pay, her finances were settled for the month, it was over. She wasn't ever going to think about lesbian sex ever again or humor the idea of getting naked outside the shower. This chapter of her life was finished forever.

That was what she kept telling herself while she climbed the stairs to her apartment. And she continued telling herself that up until she swung open the door... and was greeted to the sight of her roommate sitting on the couch in their living room, butt-naked, and her hand firmly rubbing her crotch.

"Oh, ohhhh, ohhhh--OH SHIT!" Sharon's free arm slammed against her breasts and her knees nearly followed as she desperately tried to cover herself. "D-Dana! I... didn't expect to see you home soon."

Dana could only stare at her naked friend's fetal form in stupefaction. "Sharon..."

"I-I... I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking," the brunette sputtered, a blush creeping across her face and the rest of her pale body. "I just... I just couldn't stop thinking about what I saw at that place... and what I did. And then I started to feel really hot and uncomfortable in my clothes, so I took 'em off and, and..."

"Sharon," Dana repeated, her voice monotonous, almost trance-like. She stepped toward her friend, pealed off her shirt, and unhooked her bra.

"Dana?" Sharon asked as her roommate's bra fell unceremoniously away and the blonde's breasts bounced heartily out.

Dana didn't answer Sharon. She was too distracted to answer. Too distracted by her naked body and her still quivering breasts. Too distracted by the musty scent wafting from between her legs. Too distracted by the tingling heat rattling from within her core. Dana was too distracted that she barely registered the distance between her and Sharon until her lips were on her friend's.

Sharon sucked in what little breath she had with an audible gasp, but soon enough, she let the shock wear off and accepted the kiss, melting into and grasping her friend's head to pull it closer to her. For the second time that day, the two roommates tasted and explored one another, lathering their tongues against the wet and warm innards of their mouths. Then the tingling within their loins grew too hot to bear. So they explored their other lips. Dana laid Sharon down on the couch, savored the sight of her bare body and the way her breasts almost disappeared into her chest, took off the rest of her clothing, and lowered her crotch upon her roommate's waiting face. Then she descended her own face down into Sharon's waiting nethers, nestled under a neatly trimmed triangle of dark brown hair, and nuzzled them lovingly. A scent of must rushed through her nostrils, a taste of salt flooded over her tongue, and a storm of pleasure ignited within her pussy as Sharon took a taste of salt herself.

Bucking and squirming ensued as the girls licked, lapped, and suckled each other's moistening sexes. Buttocks, thighs, and vaginal muscles alike clenched tight to the tune of their rhythmic moans, almost as if they were dancing. Dana dug deep into her friend's vagina, like she was trying to crawl all the way into it, and judging by how hot her own pussy was burning, Sharon was doing the same thing to hers. Soon, her walls closed tight around Sharon's tongue, and Sharon's petals did the same to Dana's. Both girls stiffened, seized hold of what they could, Dana on the couch, Sharon on her lover's ass... and together, they came! Wetly, explosively, and tartly into each other's mouths.

"Mmmpphh! Mmmpphhh! MMMPPHHH!"

They didn't say much else after that. They simply picked themselves up, wiped the excess fluids off their lips, and sat nakedly on the couch, breathing heavily and soaking it all in. What they had just done, what they had done hours ago, what they had been yesterday, and what they were becoming today.

"Nothing's... going to be the same, is it?" said Sharon.

"No," Dana replied with a shake of her head.

"We're gonna become sex addicts, aren't we?"

"Probably."

"Just like those lesbian nudist cultists."

Dana drew a deep breath in through her nostrils, dropped her eyes to the floor, and furrowed her brow. After a few seconds, she finally said: "Probably."

"I wonder... will we become lesbian nudist cultists too?" said Sharon. "Is this, like... how it starts? Is this why so many women just... decide to join it?"

Dana had no answer for that. She didn't want to think, nay, she didn't want to imagine that that... could be her future. Running around everywhere in her birthday suit, totally exposed, having girl sex every hour, every day, in front of people, without shame, for the rest of her life. It was... scary to think about. Like she was going to transform into some kind of hideous monster that didn't contain a speck of her old self at all. She'd become just like the proprietor of Sunning Delights. A tall, graceful, buxom, beautiful woman with a voice like honey, and hair so white it made her seem less like a human and more like an angel come down from Heaven to mingle with the mortals. Sweet, sexy, tasty, sensual, sinuous Dawn Rise.

"Dana?"

The blonde shook her head. "Sorry, sorry, I was just... thinking. About what you said is all."

"Oh. So... are you going to go back to work there? At Sunning Delights?"

"I..." Dana paused again. Did she? It wasn't what she planned on. She only ever intended to take her hefty paycheck from Dawn and leave. But every time she thought about the shameless, sexual, spiritual serpent of a woman, Dana shivered all over. Up her spine, on the base of her skull, in the tips of her fingers, on the ends of her toes. In the nubs of her nipples. And on the surface of her clit. That woman... did things to her. Amazing things. Ecstatic things. And all Dana could think about was that she wanted to experience them again.

She could. And all she needed to do was keep going back to Dawn's restaurant. As a customer. Or as an employee.

"You know what?" she finally said after giving it another minute of thought. She slid her bare butt off the couch, wet with perspiration and liquid bliss, and rifled through the pocket of her pants where her phone was stored. "I think I will."

"Hm." Sharon hummed approvingly as she gave her friend a good long look, paying special attention to the way her hindquarters thrust upwards towards her, butt cheeks widened, pussy splayed, and flesh glistening brightly with sweat and dew. "Then maybe I'll go there again myself. In all the excitement, I forgot to actually eat something there. Besides... you know."

"I know," murmured Dana as she pressed the specific name on her contact list and brought the phone to her face. "Dawn, I mean, Mrs. Rise! It's me, Dana Garland. A-about the job, I've decided I..."

Her next shift would begin at noon tomorrow.

THE END