Freelesb: The Settlers

By Udo Meeßen

What do you want, dear reader?
A thriller, a science fiction epic, or rather a fantasy novel? Or perhaps a dystopian, dark story with a post-apocalyptic background?
Then you are holding the right book in your hands right now, because it starts with a murder, describes science fiction paired with plenty of fantasy and takes you into a dark future. The only reason for you not to read this book might be if you can't handle the description of lesbian activities.
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It begins quite 'innocently' with a brutal murder in the lesbian porn scene, which detective inspector Anja Hirrwanger, who has been transferred from Munich to Inzell, is tasked with solving. In the course of her investigation, the murder case increasingly fades into the background and the shadows of her past as an elite soldier increasingly reach out to her, as she encounters a soulful Class V android who knows more about herself than she does.
Anja and the android Bernadette uncover more and more pieces of a vicious game in which she and her two unknown sisters were merely genetically engineered, highly efficient, deadly chess pieces. In the end, it is up to Anja's young assistant, budding detective Chantall Küppers, to solve the murder case, because Anja must die if she is to survive.
Thus begins for a handful of women, who defy the natural course of events, a bizarre journey through time, away from the dying earth in search of a new home in which there may be no men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: tredition
• Release date: Oct 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9783347742253

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Prologue

What do you want, dear readers?

A thriller, a science fiction epic, or rather a fantasy novel? Or perhaps a dystopian, dark story with a post-apocalyptic background?

Then you are holding the right book in your hands right now, because it starts with a murder, describes science fiction paired with plenty of fantasy and takes you into a dark future. The only reason for you not to read this book might be if you can't handle the description of lesbian activities.

Freelesb - The Settlers is set in the technological and temporal framework of the great saga The Soulbringers Law and builds a bridge to the mini-series Girl on Girl, which is also set in this universe.

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Maria Sobajez, an architecture student from Rovinj in Croatia, applies for a job as a housekeeper at a large nudist camp on the Adriatic Sea, not far from the city, to supplement her cash a little.

The job interview with the lesbian personnel manager Anevka Czimesje awakens Maria from her slumber and completely turns her life upside down, because she realizes that she herself is also a lesbian.

Maria gets involved with Anevka, has her first sexual experience with her and falls in love with the attractive woman in her mid-forties. The couple spends a while in a relationship and is already talking about getting married, but then Maria experiences a bitter disappointment that throws her completely off track.

Disappointed and frustrated, Maria turns to the numerous nudists who populate the camp during the high season and goes hunting for rabbits. She poaches uninhibitedly among the women, most of whom are lesbians at the beginning of the 22nd century as a result of circumstances that have never been precisely clarified.

Until she meets the Dutch Marjenke Starbhoves, who completely turns her life around by making her a lucrative offer. Maria should no longer poach among the young women, but do it in front of the camera with like-minded people.

Thus begins a story that brings a handful of women together through murder and on a madcap journey through time….

First book - Murder in porn milleu

Anevka

April 13, 2104, Nudist Camp Valalta, Rovinj, Croatia, Staff Office:

Good morning, Mrs. Sobajez. Come in and take a seat, please, Anevka Czimesje said kindly, shaking Maria Sobajez's hand and pointing to a chair in front of her desk, may I offer you a cup of coffee?

Thank you, with pleasure, Mrs. Czimesje, Maria answered hesitantly and sat down on the chair, just a little sugar, please.

Very well, Anevka confirmed, stepping up to a sideboard and pouring coffee into a cup, which she placed on the tabletop in front of Maria, with sugar, please help yourself.

Once again Maria thanked, added sugar to the coffee, took a sip and then looked at Anevka, waiting.

Let's see then, Anevka said, flipping through a thin file, Your name is Maria Sobajez, you are 24 years old and you are from Rovinj here. Is that correct so far?

Yes, Mrs. Czimesje. That is so true.

Fine. You studied architecture?

I'm still studying. I won't finish for another two years.

O.k. That's not so clear from the questionnaire. And now you want to supplement your income a little bit because it's not enough.

Exactly. Since I got my own apartment, it's not enough front and back. I mean, I have to go to Pula and back five days a week.

Hmm… Wouldn't it make more sense to get an apartment in Pula?

No, Maria replied in a firm voice, which made Anevka sit up and take notice, because until now Maria seemed rather shy, no one can pay the rents in Pula, and besides, I love Rovinj. I found a nice little apartment here and I don't want to give it up. With these rents in Pula, it's still cheaper to go by car.

But now there's not enough money.

That's right, Mrs. Czimesje.

So you thought you'd use the semester break to earn some extra money. You apply to be a housekeeper. Have you done that before?

Yes. Last year I was a chambermaid in a hotel in Rovinj. But the pay was lousy and the working atmosphere… Well.

O.k. But you do realize that you are now applying as a housekeeper or chambermaid for a nudist leisure facility? So you don't manage rooms in a building, but countless apartments, or vacation homes in small houses, which are distributed over a considerable area. So you cover long distances every day, partly on foot. Are you sporty?

Sure I'm athletic. I jog and swim regularly.

Very good. Your salary expectation is acceptable and you will even earn more than you imagine because we pay according to Mantel collective bargaining agreement and do not exploit our staff. You should like that.

Do I like it?

Maria giggled and obviously thawed, coming out of her reserved attitude.

I'm sure I'll like that.

Fine. Your police record is in order and…

You'll excuse me… Why are you asking me for a police clearance certificate?

Oh. Well… they manage the apartments of our guests. They settle in for the duration of their stay, bring laptops, smartphones, etc., and sometimes leave jewelry, money, or other valuables out in the open. You understand?

Yes, thank you. I understand that. Thieves are not wanted there.

That's right. That is why the verification of your character. So… as I started to say… you are in principle potentially eligible for the employment contract. But I need to know a little more about you before I can do the contract with you.

Okay? What do you want to know?

You know what nudists are?

Not so really. I assume it has to do with nudity?

Exactly. Our guests practice nudism and move naked almost everywhere on the premises. Only the reception, the market and some stores, as well as restaurants, they are not allowed to enter unclothed, but otherwise they are naked. So if you can't handle naked people of all ages for ethical or religious reasons, you're not suited for this job.

Hmm, Maria pondered, I never thought about that before. Do I have to be naked, too?

Yikes? No. They get white work clothes. White pants, shirts and jacket. Almost looks like medical staff in the hospital. You can take off your clothes in your free time, because all the recreational facilities of the facility are of course available to you free of charge after your duty. But during work you are dressed, Anevka explained, rising from her office chair, unbuttoning the fitted white dress under which she wore no underwear, from the collar down to the bottom and exposing herself.

So if you can't handle that sight, this is not for you.

Maria swallowed briefly and realizing that she was staring at Anevka's breasts and pubic, tore her gaze away from her and said softly:

I think I can handle that, Mrs. Czimesje. It's completely new and unfamiliar to me, but I can handle it.

Good. You know… you go to the apartments and there are naked people sitting there. They move absolutely unselfconsciously, quite naturally, and they don't see anything special in their nudity. But you approach these people and offer to clean the apartment. Emptying the trash can, changing bath towels and hand towels, making the beds fresh and renewing shampoo, soap or toothpaste in the bathroom. You are clothed while doing this and the guests are naked. You move absolutely freely and it may happen, for example, that a guest turns his back to you and then bends down. This must not upset you, Anevka explained, coming around her desk and standing in front of Maria with her legs slightly apart, her back turned to her. Then letting the dress slide down over her shoulders to the floor, she slowly bent over so that her buttocks tightened and the pads of her vulva became visible between them.

She was in her mid-forties, slim but not skinny with appetizing curves and still crisply toned all around because she exercised regularly. Now she showed Maria her pussy and listened for suspicious noises from the young woman, because she had not missed before how she looked at her more than interested.

'Nice round apple ass.'

It shot through Maria's mind. She bit her lower lip and averted her eyes, confused to realize that the sight excited her and warmth spread through her abdomen.

'What is this? Why do I like the sight so much? Am I like… lesbian? Me?'

For a moment, chaos reigned in her mind. She always found herself at peace with herself and her sexuality. She experienced her puberty normally, became a woman and of course her libido came forward at times. Then, of course, she masturbated to give herself relief and…

'I… I never have erotic fantasies involving men…'

Could that be? She admitted to herself that it was so, that boys or men never played roles in her erotic fantasies. In fact, when she masturbated, her thoughts basically did not involve other people and she was only concerned with herself and her sensations.

She had boyfriends and girlfriends in all phases of her life, but never the famous best friend and never experienced the doctor games postulated in sex education, the playful discovery of one's sexuality with this one trusted person. And boys… when they started chasing her, she avoided them. Boys were at best buddies for her, and with some of them she would have stolen the gladly quoted horses, that is, done one or the other nonsense. But there was never anything more to it.

'Hmm… back in the day after prom after high school graduation…'

There she was the next morning, waking up naked with a proper hangover, and her classmate Vladmanka, also naked, nestled softly against her. She told herself she must have had a little too much to drink, carefully detached herself from Vladmanka so as not to disturb her, got dressed and went home. Two days later, they met again and were completely at ease with each other as usual. So there was hardly anything that had happened between them.

'Or?'

Suddenly, she darkly remembered that she briefly looked at her sleeping, naked friend and thought to herself how pretty she would be. Yes, she admitted to herself that she sometimes thought some women were pretty or even appetizing. And now Anevka showed her her pussy and she felt warm in her lower abdomen.

That was very good, Anevka said, picking up her dress from the floor, straightening and putting it back on, You basically can't let anything show. The guests must not notice if you like something, or if it goes against the grain.

How… do you mean that now, Mrs. Czimesje?

Well, you liked what I showed you, but you restrained yourself, did not make a treasonous sound.

Uh… What makes you think I might like that?

"I'm begging you, sweetie. Your eyes are shining, your cheeks are flushed and your nipples say 'hello' under the fabric of your shirt. You can be open with me. I have no prejudice against homosexuals."

You mean I'm… I'm bisexual or lesbian? Do you really think so?

Oha? Anevka visibly wondered, because at that moment Maria absolutely didn't look like she was trying to hide her sexual orientation. No. She looked in Anevka's eyes much more as if she was completely surprised by her own reaction to the sight. And… If she were a lesbian, she would certainly have had no reason to pretend at the beginning of the 22nd century, because homosexuality had long been accepted as normal almost everywhere.

You are not aware of your orientation?

I… I don't know, Mrs. Czimesje.

I understand, and I apologize for confronting you so brutally with your own sensibilities. I did not mean to plunge you into an inner crisis.

You mean because… because I liked the sight of your beautiful butt and pussy and wondered if I might be a lesbian? You don't have to apologize for that.

No?

No. You wanted to make it clear to me what is expected of me in this regard on the part of the guests. Self-control and discretion. The fact that I like the sight and now wonder what's going on inside me is not your fault after all. You are pretty and delicious. I have to deal with that. You don't have to apologize for that.

Thank you. There's nothing I'd rather do than plunge you into a crisis.

No problem. I'm just wondering…

I beg your pardon?

Do you do this with all applicants? Do you always take your clothes off?

Yes. I expose myself while observing the person's reaction. If I detect disapproval, or even disgust, I close the file and say 'Goodbye, that's it.'

But you don't bend over like that, do you?

No. I only do that if I notice something stirring in the applicant.

And something stirred in me.

Exactly.

So you thought you'd take it a step further and give me a chance to look at you a little more intimately. You're a lesbian, huh?

Yes. Sorry. That was provocation and thoughtless.

I already told you. You don't have to apologize. YOU made it clear to me what makes me tick and that's fine. Thank you. However…

What?

Now Maria proved that she was by no means as stupid, or naive, as she sometimes appeared to other people, and possessed a brilliant, analytical mind.

I don't believe that you show your butt and pussy so provocatively to anyone in whom you recognize an appropriate reaction. I may not believe you.

Anevka giggled gleefully, came back around the desk, stood in front of Maria, leaning her butt against the edge of the table, and winked happily at her.

You're right, of course. I just did that for the first time ever.

Because you like me personally.

Yes, sweetie. Because I actually like you a lot.

And… and are you making my contract contingent on me…

Yikes? No. You have good credentials, a good reputation, very good manners and you understand the rules of the game. You'll get the contract no matter what. But I'd like to take you out to dinner so you and I can get to know each other and… well… maybe you'd like to give me a try.

Love, cuddle, and then maybe… sex?

Would this be the first time with a woman for you?

The first time ever. I mean, whether I had something with my girlfriend Vladmanka, I don't know, because I was too drunk. I woke up, we were both naked, and she was snuggling up to me sleeping. But whether there was something going on that night, I don't know.

And the fact that you were both naked, she was snuggling up to you… did that irritate you, or scare you?

Honestly? No. I was still thinking how pretty she was, carefully disengaged from her, and briefly wrestled with the urge to stroke her bottom. Then I left, but wasn't irritated in any way.

And… And can you imagine, with me…

Now Maria giggled, lifted the hem of Anevka's dress, looked at her visibly swollen pubic for a moment, and then pushed up the hem of her skirt.

See how my panties are stretched over my pussy? Do you see that?

Your plum is swollen because of me?

Yeah. It's all warm in there, and I think it's nice humid in there, too.

So would you want to have your first experience with me?

Sure. I don't understand myself anymore at the moment, but apparently I'm at least bi. Whereas… I've never had erotic fantasies in which men played a role. But sometimes I see a woman and think she's pretty or yummy. I think I'm a lesbian and… yes, please invite me to dinner. My head is spinning right now and I keep seeing your juicy plum glowing between your beautiful butt cheeks.

Do you want to see her like this again, or eat in peace first and give us time to get to know each other better?

Maria thought for a moment. Then she grinned cheekily and grabbed Anevka's hips.

Will you show me again like this? But put your feet a little further apart?

You want to really look inside? Would you like that?

Yes. And see your beautiful butt while you're at it.

Anevka lifted the dress high above her buttocks, turned and, with her feet clearly farther apart, bent forward onto the desk top so that her swollen pubis opened like an overripe, burst plum to Maria's gaze.

Maria said nothing, just raised her hands, gently stroked Anevka's buttocks and then carefully pulled them a little further apart to spread the labia even wider and see inside.

Do you like it?

Yep. It's… it's beautiful, Anevka. Just beautiful. Let's go eat and then please take me.

But first you'll get your contract. When that's done, we'll have a nice dinner, tell each other a bit about each other, and then… I'll make you a woman.

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Maria received her contract, then had to wait another hour or so because Anevka had another interview with another student, and finally Anevka left her office.

I'm done here for the day, pumpkin. Are you still in the mood?

I'm so in the mood. I was just in the toilet and I got a fright because my panties are terribly wet.

But…

What?

Is it just my pussy?

Nah. It's the whole Anevka. You are beautiful, adorable and look great. You have beautiful eyes, breasts and a great butt. I don't see your juicy plum detached, I see it as part of you. I want the whole Anevka.

Come on, then. What do you like to eat? From the grill? Fish?

I saw a restaurant on the road on the way here. It looked very cozy to me.

O.K. There are some on the street. The pizzeria, the restaurants and bars here on the site are basically overloaded in the peak season and they're closed in the early or late season. That's what these grills and restaurants along the road live off of, and of course they cater to tourists. Show me which one you mean. They're all good, for sure.

Maria sparkled amusedly at Anevka with her green eyes and then took her hand.

Or don't you want to be seen holding hands with me?

What I'm doing with whom is nobody's business, and it's well known that I'm a lesbian. That's my car in front. Come on, sweetheart.

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After dinner - a Croatian national dish of minced meat and feta cheese served with French fries - and two glasses of wine, Anevka took Maria home. Over the course of the afternoon and evening, she introduced Maria extensively to love between women and ultimately, pressed up against Anevka and fondling her breasts, Maria thanked her.

Why are you thanking me, pumpkin?

Because you showed me the way, honey. I'm a lesbian and now I finally know it. Look… I'm 24 years old, I never knew what made me tick and I've never had sex. Except for Vladmanka, but I'm not sure about that. You showed me the way, spoiled me and my pussy and let me spoil yours. I am a lesbian, I stand by it and I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you, darling.

Then…I hope you can handle it now, pumpkin. If it's up to me, that wasn't an adventure. Today at noon, when we met and I provoked you… I had an adventure in mind.

But not anymore? Are you saying that you've fallen in love with me?

Yes, little mouse. I've fallen in love with you.

And now you're scared?

Yes.

Stupid, sweet Anevka. The whole little mouse, lying here now, rubbing her pussy against your thigh… The whole little mouse is yours.

So you love me too?

Yes, honey. I love you.

The disappointment

Maria and Anevka rarely saw each other during the week. Maria was deep in preparations for mid-term exams, which became necessary because she had applied for an extended scholarship, and Anevka was increasingly challenged in her capacity as personnel manager because the main season was starting so slowly.

That's why the two of them met mainly on weekends in Anevka's apartment in Rovinj and then spent most of their time in bed. During all that time, Anevka kept emphasizing, as if she felt the need to reassure Maria, how much she loved her little mouse.

But that was soon to change…

June 19, 2104, 10:45 a.m., Nudist Camp Valalta, Apartment 340: Apartments in the sense of several living units within one building did not exist in the camp. There was only a distinction between apartments of various sizes in row houses, where each unit was ultimately a small, one-story house, and detached bungalows, which were the largest and most spacious variant.

Maria had her fixed territory in which she had to take care of cleanliness and there were several variants available:

• The apartment was open and guests were present. Then she asked in a friendly manner whether cleaning should be done, possibly hand and bath towels, or even bed linen needed to be changed and only became active when asked.

• The apartment was closed, but the door was not locked. Then she knocked and asked, as in the first case.

• In the third case, according to the information available to her on her small duty PDA, the apartment was occupied but the door was locked. In this case, she tried to open the door with her master key. If a key was inserted from the inside, it was clear that the guests did not want to be disturbed. If she was able to unlock the door, however, this meant the full program for her. She had to make the beds, change the hand and bath towels and dish towels, make sure the garbage bags were fresh, dispose of the garbage, and finally wipe down the floor with a damp cloth.

When she approached an apartment, her PDA recognized where she was and provided information about the occupancy status. If the unit was not occupied, she could ignore it. But if it was occupied, she had to act.

At apartment 340, a small one for 2 people, the PDA showed that it was occupied, but the door was locked. So she tried the master key, was able to unlock and concluded that the guest - a middle-aged German woman according to the database - was not in the house.

Accordingly, she became active, first went to the bedroom to change the bed linen and…

bounced back in horror.

The German lay wide-legged in the middle of the bed and Anevka, her face buried between her raised thighs, licked her. Maria immediately recognized Anevka by her stature and a prominent birthmark on her right buttock.

Anevka? What? What are you doing? Maria shouted in horror, and Anevka only looked up briefly.

Mousy?

Then the other pushed Anevka's head between her legs again, because she was about to orgasm and her thinking had already gone. So that was Anevka's reaction? A short look, a 'Mousy' and then further in the text?

Maria rushed out of the apartment, grabbed her handcart with work utensils and fresh laundry, moved away about ten meters across the path to the next block of units and at that moment heard the shrill scream of the German in orgasm.

Shaking all over, crying silently, Maria stood still for minutes, during which her world collapsed, unable to do anything. Then, with tears streaming down her face, she approached apartment 341, on the terrace of which two young women, naked of course, were sitting at breakfast.

Good morning. Clean up? she asked in an agonized tone and they both looked up, seeing her tears.

Heavens, dear, what do you look like? asked Juliane Scherbel from Bochum, horrified, and her partner Karola Waller rose from her chair, approached Maria and led her to the third chair.

What happened to you, dear? she asked anxiously, pressing Maria into the chair, Did you hurt yourself?

No, no… Maria stammered and began to cry again. Then it burst out of her in tears and she told in choppy, short sentences about how Anevka cheated on her. She spoke German reasonably well, having taught herself online, because Anevka told her at the very beginning that it would be an advantage to speak German, since eighty percent of all guests were German or Dutch. Nevertheless, she was not easy to understand at that moment and Juliane, as well as Karola had to more or less make up the sad truth.

Your fiancée fucks Claudia in the 340 in broad daylight, in your work area of all places, during your working hours, and, even though you catch her in flagrante delicto, just continues to finish her off? asked Karola, gently massaging Maria's shoulders as she stood behind her.

Yes, Maria groaned out and continued to cry softly.

Nice shit, Juliane said, sliding a glass of red wine across the table, Here dear, have a sip.

With trembling fingers, Maria took the glass, drank the heavy, red wine and registered in confusion that Karola's hands moved from her shoulders down to her breasts and began to gently massage them.

What are you doing? she asked, irritated.

I'll make you feel better, Karola explained softly, pulling Maria's shirt up over her breasts and gently twirling the erect nipples, The bitch double-crossed you and you have every right to relax. And it just so happens that you've been occupying Julchen's and my fantasies since day one.

Anevka is not a slut… Maria shouted out briefly, Yes, you are right. She is a slut. A cheap slut.

There, you see, dear? So let me do it, Karola said softly, kissed Maria on the neck and slipped her right hand under the elastic waistband of her work pants.

Maria didn't want to think, spread her legs as far as the tight-fitting pants allowed and allowed Karola to push her fingers into her slit. Karola knew exactly how to touch Maria and gently drove her to the top within a few minutes. Juliane watched the scene with a burning gaze, had a hand in her own crotch and she didn't care at that moment that anyone could witness what was happening at any time.

Are you feeling better now? asked Karola as Maria slowly regained her composure, gently stroking her still twitching belly.

Yes. That was…

Necessary, dear. Say, what's your name?

Maria.

I'm Karola and the redhead with the shiny eyes is Juliane, my Julchen, Karola explained.

Hello Julchen and Karola. You said I occupy your imagination?

Yes, dear. You fit perfectly into our booty pattern and the two of us are always open to new experiences, Juliane explained and spread her knees so that Maria could see between her legs. What Maria saw there she absolutely did not dislike and Karola's gentle play on her clit still pleasantly echoed inside her.

And…what if I come back here after work?

Then we'd like to take you into the bedroom and spoil you properly, Karola said, reaching under Maria's chin, lifting it and kissing her tenderly on the mouth from above, Your pussy needs spoiling, dear.

Well, then… I'll join you later, won't I? asked Maria, rising and taking a step towards Juliane, kissing her on the mouth, I'll come back and we'll have fun.

Yes. Don't think about that bitch anymore. She says she loves you and then she does it behind your back with someone else. We are more honest. We want to have sex with you, say it honestly and don't pretend to love you. I think that's much more honest, don't you?

Maria thought about it for a moment and finally nodded.

Yes, that's more honest. I come to you and we have fun. That's honest.

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Maria routinely finished her day's work, suppressing thoughts of Anevka with increasing success, and by the time she finished work around 2:00 p.m., she had closed the subject. Anevka had betrayed her shamelessly and Maria assumed that it was not the first time, because the nudist camp offered the ideal hunting ground for lesbians. Since the beginning of the 21st century, the structure of society was increasingly changing for inexplicable reasons. More and more girls discovered that they were lesbians with the onset of puberty, and at the same time the stock of men was increasingly shrinking due to the wars and the work of Covid-23.

Lesbian marriages were now the norm, and heterosexual unions were in principle only for procreation with the increasingly rare fertile males, as their fertility was significantly threatened by Covid-23.

Couples like Juliane and Karola were therefore no exception in the camp, but rather the rule and Maria did not miss the looks with which not a few women looked at her. And of course there were also enough, which she liked. She had the certain advantage, because she saw the potential prey almost always naked, while she herself was basically dressed. Naked and taking advantage of the leisure time, she was rarely seen after work, because her studies had priority for her and so many women who were interested in the petite, delicate Croatia, were left only to dream about her. Of course, this was also because Maria, unlike Anevka, was faithful and did not get involved in adventures with others.

When Maria was finished with her work, she stood thoughtfully for a long time in front of her locker in the locker room for female employees. She wondered whether it would be better to undress without further ado and go naked to the two, or whether a pretty wrapping would not be more interesting. Finally, she decided it would be better to let the two have some fun and put on a light, fitted white summer dress, swinging wide in the skirt part and printed with colorful flowers. She completed the outfit with white, dainty sandals, which were laced up to the calves with leather ribbons. In this outfit she went back to the apartment and in her gnawed the fear that the couple had changed their minds.

Then, when she turned the corner and saw the small terrace in front of the apartment, her heart leapt with joy and excitement, because the two of them were dozing on their sun loungers. Karola was lying on her back with a magazine over her face to protect her from the sun, with her knees up and her thighs apart. Elsewhere, everyone would have reacted disapprovingly, but in the nudist camp, feeling good in harmony with one's own body was in the foreground and if a woman liked to let the sun shine into her pussy, then that was fine.

After all, no one was forced to look and those who did had to live with it if something stirred. Karola enjoyed being able to show herself in this way and got a certain thrill out of watching from under the magazine when others glued their eyes to her open pubic area as they walked by. Maria liked the sight right away and she stopped for a moment, taking in the image. Then she looked at Juliane, who was lying on her side on the couch and stretched out her ass towards her.

Both Karola and Juliane had spent the time since Maria had left telling each other their fantasies about the petite Croatian and were accordingly under steam. In Juliane's case, this manifested itself in the fact that her swollen labia were darkly discolored and bulging out between her buttocks and thighs, and Maria once again involuntarily had to think of an overripe, burst plum.

Self-confident and absolutely not shy anymore, she entered the terrace, stroked Juliane's buttocks, as well as vulva with her left hand, then knelt between Karola's feet on the couch and kissed her on the lower abdomen.

Guguck, I'm back, she said happily, kissing Karola on the belly again, are you waiting for me already?

You bet we're waiting for you, Karola said, straightening up and turning so she could pull Maria onto her lap while sitting on the couch, we've been waiting all noon for that sweet little doll.

Ui, Juliane reported with a feverish look, you've really made yourself pretty. For us?

Yes, Maria replied, giggling happily, you'll see me naked soon enough, and unpacking is always fun, isn't it?

Absolutely, Karola replied, gently stroking Maria's back with her right hand, a pretty wrapper is always nice and from the feel of it, you've got something yummy under there too, huh?

Why don't you look, Maria said and giggled merrily. The voice in the back of her head, which tried to tell her that it was wrong, she resolutely suppressed, because she didn't want to know anything more about fidelity, at least for the time being, unpack me and look.

Stand up, Juliane demanded, sitting up in the same way on her lounger, Karo, show us what the little doll wants to show us.

Hm… I can't find a zipper, Karola opined.

Silly. Elastic waistband, Maria said gleefully, just pull it down.

Well then.

Sitting behind Maria, Karola reached into the waistband of the off-the-shoulder dress and pulled the fabric down over Maria's breasts to her hips.

Shit, that's cute, Juliane said in an awed tone, I'm sure you don't need a bra for your titties, but that's soo cute, doll.

You like that?

Yep. Purple silk with white lace trim. That's soo cute, doll. Karo, you should see the dolly from the front. Just beautiful, I tell you.

I'm going to have a look at the doll's bottom, Karola said and pushed the dress further down over Maria's hips until it started to slip and landed on her feet.

I told you, Julchen. The girl has a wonderful little ass. And the panties match that butt beautifully. Yeah, that's cute.

It's cute from the front too, honey, Juliane replied, it's nifty.

Oh yeah, let me see that, doll. Turn around.

The purple silk panties, which were trimmed with white lace at the bottom, were really sophisticated around the front. From the top cuff, the fabric was cut out in the shape of a triangle down to the base of the cleft in the vulva and lined with white lace. It was a promise that showed something but didn't really reveal it and on Maria's petite stature with the small, firm butt and the wide, well-padded, hairless pubic, it looked extremely provocative.

Yeah, that's really cute and hot, Karola confirmed and stood up, come with me, or run away now, doll.

I don't want to run away, Maria said firmly, holding out her hands to the two, take me inside.

Come on then, doll.

-*-

Juliane and Karola spoiled the little doll until late in the evening. Maria finally came to terms with Anevka and her disappointment and while she was still bathing in the couple's caresses, a decision matured in her.

The two left no doubt that they considered the hours with Maria only as an adventure, based on sexual attraction and lust, but never thought of a permanent relationship with her and that made it easy for her.

She did not have a more defined prey scheme, was interested in younger, same-aged and also older women and considered quite a wide range of shapes as attractive. The other could be quite thin, or even skinny, but also plump with Rubens shapes and in this regard she was initially open to everything. From a certain degree of body fullness or hanging wrinkles, her interest declined, but where exactly the border ran, she was not able to consciously say, because she initially put the sympathy factor above the physical attributes.

Roberta from Gütersloh

Around the time Maria was betrayed by Anevka and the relationship broke down so radically, seventeen-year-old Roberta Braun and her mom Mechthild from Gütersloh moved into apartment 351, the last one in Maria's area of responsibility.

Roberta, like many others of her generation, was the result of artificial insemination with sperm from a donor unknown to Mechthild. Mechthild was a lesbian, fertile men became rare and the market with sperm donations boomed since the 2040s. Men whose sperm was fertil, earned not bad with sperm donations and many women fulfilled their child wish with it.

So did Mechthild, who never had a steady relationship, but wanted a child. Roberta grew up sheltered by her mother, she developed completely normally, was very intelligent and always a cheerful, cosmopolitan girl. Only with regard to her puberty she was a little out of sorts. Since the early 2000s, puberty started earlier and earlier, and by the early 2030s, the average age of puberty for boys had leveled off at about 13 years - not really changed - and for girls at 11 years. Usually, by the age of 15, girls were fully developed, post-pubescent women, and only their minds sometimes lagged a little behind the rapid development, so that they were physically women but mentally still pubescent children.

-*-

Roberta, meanwhile, experienced her puberty late at thirteen and completed it at seventeen. She was 174 centimeters tall, slender with gentle soft curves, small firm breasts not yet fully grown whose nipples were perky upwards and had a picture-perfect face with large, clear brown eyes. Her appearance was crowned by long, flowing reddish-blond hair, cute freckles around the snub nose and her cheerful nature.

Mechthild and Roberta traveled by car, each carrying only a small backpack with a few items of clothing and toiletries. At home, Roberta was surprised when she started to pack her suitcase and Mechthild resolutely intervened, asking her to take only a few things for the cooler times of the day, or restaurant visits, because she didn't really have an idea of where the trip was going. She did hear that her mother had booked two weeks in an apartment in a large vacation resort in Croatia, but she didn't question it because she had always left the decision to her mother and had always done well with it.

When they passed the entrance to the area, which had the dimensions of a small town, and Roberta saw the first naked people, she got big eyes and asked confused where they had landed.

Honey, Mechthild amused herself, didn't you look properly? I've booked two weeks at Nudist Camp Valalta. That's the biggest nudist resort in Europe.

Uh… nudists? Is this a huge swingers club?

Oops, nope, honey. Google the term nudist and find out. I thought you would have understood that by now.

Nah, Mom. That confuses me a lot now. But O.K. I'll read up on it.

Mechthild found her assigned parking space, then the apartment very quickly and on the walk from the car to the accommodation unit, Roberta's face repeatedly turned red, because naked people came towards them absolutely unbiased and greeted friendly in different languages.

Then, in the apartment, Mechthild hurried to undress, put the two sun loungers belonging to the unit on the lawn in front of the small terrace and lay naked, completely unselfconscious in the sun.

Mom?

What, honey?

Doesn't that bother you?

I beg your pardon?

Well, that the other people can see you naked.

Nope, honey. This is nudism. Here everyone is naked and no one stares at you. And if one does look, it's inconspicuous and only briefly. Being naked is totally normal here.

And… and do I have to take my clothes off too?

Nah, honey. You may take off your clothes. However, you may only use the pools and the beach naked. Swimwear is frowned upon here. A dress on the way to the beach or pool is fine if you don't want to get sunburned, but on site you'll be looked at askance if you're clothed.

Okay? Then… then I'll take off my clothes now too… But… What if the others are looking?

Let them look. Either they like what they see, or they don't like it and they don't look.

But I…

What, honey?

The one across the street on the terrace, the one with the red hair…

What about that one?

Well, she's looking at me as if to say, get undressed already and… and she looks really great.

I see, you're no longer indecisive?

Not since Christine, Mom.

And you like the redhead.

Yes, very much so. And… well… what if she looks at me?

How so?

Roberta lifted the hem of her dress, glanced at her panties, and looked back at the redhead in her mid-twenties, who was sitting in a rocking chair with a glass of wine in her hand, obviously eyeing her with interest.

My… My mumu is… You know?

Yes, honey. But don't worry. It'll pass. You'll get used to the sight of naked people and adjust to it. It won't be long before it's not so easy to tell when you like someone. I mean… look around here. Pretty young women everywhere and none of the men are walking around with a hard-on.

Roberta looked around, saw Mechthild's statement confirmed and finally gave herself a jolt. Hesitantly she got rid of the dress, the bra and finally the panties. Then, with her head high in red, she hurried to lie down on the couch and covered her pubic area with both hands. All the while she involuntarily kept her eyes on the redhead. This smiled encouragingly when Roberta lay down on the couch, lifted the glass and toasted her obviously friendly.

In her gaze, Roberta thought she recognized a message:

There you go, sweetie. Doesn't hurt at all, does it?

Then, perhaps intentionally, or perhaps completely thoughtlessly and naturally, the redhead stretched briefly, slid her buttocks onto the front edge of the seat, and let her knees fold apart.

Roberta had the feeling of being doused with boiling hot water, quickly turned onto her stomach to avoid looking at the redhead and showing her physical reaction to her.

Jesus, Mom…

What, honey?

Look at that one sitting there.

Huh. Totally laid back and relaxed, honey.

Yes, but… her legs…

Oh. You mean you can see inside her mumu.

Yeah. How can you stand it, Mom? That little black-haired girl over there… She's just your type, isn't she?

True. And she's delicious eye candy. You like the redhead, huh?

Yes. But I…

It's okay for you to look, honey. If she didn't want to, she'd sit down some other way.

Yes, I can. I got that. But if I turn around again.

It's okay, honey. Just count to a hundred slowly and don't think about her. Then… Oha…

What ,Mom?

She got up, took the bottle of wine and is coming over. She wants to say hello.

Nah, right? I… she can't see me like this.

In the next moment, Roberta was surprised to notice that the throbbing and tightening sensation in her vulva suddenly disappeared, felt with her right hand under her belly to her pubic area and was relieved to see that the swelling had subsided.

'O.k. There should go. Would just be too embarrassing.'

She thought with relief, but remained lying on her stomach. Then the redhead approached and spoke to Mechthild in a friendly manner.

Hello. Do you speak German?

Yes, Mechthild replied, we come from Gütersloh. I am Mechthild and the young lady next to me is my daughter Roberta. And you are?

I'm Josefine from Taunusstein near Wiesbaden. I thought I'd say hello to my new neighbors and brought a little wine.

That's nice, Mechthild replied, rising from the couch and going into the room to fetch three wine glasses.

Please sit down, Josefine.

Sure, thanks. Hello Roberta.

Hello Josefine, Roberta responded, aware of the fact that it would be absolutely rude to ignore the visit, turning on the couch and sitting down with her knees drawn up.

Mechthild came with the glasses, Josefine poured and they toasted each other. Then Josefine looked at Roberta with friendly interest.

This is your first time at nudism, huh? There are crazy feelings. I went through that a few years ago, too. But don't worry, you'll get used to it.

You think?

Sure, Roberta.

I don't know… So the way you are sitting there just now.

Oups? reacted Josefine, crossing her right leg over her left, I'm sorry. I couldn't have known.

That's all right. I'm just not used to it. You don't have to pretend on my account.

Mechthild raised her eyebrows and furrowed her brow in surprise. Had a clearly mature Roberta just spoken? Then the decision to go on a nudist vacation for the first time in 25 years and to take Roberta with was the right one.

Fine, thank you, Josefine replied, putting her feet side by side again and cheerfully toasting Roberta, if you like what you see, go ahead and look. You don't have to be ashamed of it. I like you too and I look at you. That doesn't mean I'm going to jump you right away. And besides… you're here with your mom. I'll be careful not to do anything wrong.

Oh, Mechthild said in a deliberately disinterested tone, Roberta is not a little child anymore. She's seventeen and old enough, Josefine. I'm certainly not going to tell my sweetheart what to do with her life. For heaven's sake, I don't want to become like my mother. She chased my girlfriend out of the house when we were both sixteen and ruined everything. I won't do that to my sweetheart. You're old enough, Roberta.

Clear words from Mama, Josefine stated in a respectful tone, it was the same for me with my father. He couldn't handle the fact that I was a lesbian, and when he caught me with my girlfriend, there was a huge fuss. That meant the end for us, too, because Agnes got really scared of my old man.

Then we're on the same page as moms, Joey.

That's us, Mechthild.

Fine. Now I'm going to go over to the black-haired dolly and say hello with a bottle of wine.

Uh… you're going over to see her, Mom?

Sure. She keeps looking over at me and seems indecisive. See you later, honey.

Mechthild rose, went into the small kitchen and took one of the two bottles she had previously purchased for just such purposes, for establishing neighborly relations with other residents of the complex, and then walked lightly across the lawn to the black-haired woman, who was lying on her stomach on her couch, not taking her eyes off her.

While the two greeted each other and shortly thereafter, happily chatting, toasted each other, Roberta had the feeling that another wall was crumbling in her head. Deciding quickly, she sat up cross-legged, held the empty glass out to Josefine and asked for it to be refilled. Josefine definitely noticed the change, poured more as requested, and cheerfully toasted Roberta.

Something's moving in that sweet head of yours, huh?

I think so. But where did you get the idea?

Well, you've sat down cross-legged and your left hand isn't hiding your pussy all the time anymore.

Hm… Mom and you… You say that looking is allowed and I better get used to it. Otherwise I'll hole up here for the next two weeks and won't get anything out of my vacation. And… so honestly… If you harden me in this regard… so… that's what I prefer.

Then I understood your reaction earlier correctly. Believe me, I didn't mean to provoke you in any way, I just made myself comfortable and then I even got a little scared when I noticed what that was doing to you.

Cool. You're honest, Joey. I like that. And yes, you got that right. I got all warm all of a sudden and my mumu started throbbing.

I'll take that as a compliment, Robby. You don't mind if I call you Robby?

Sure, Joey. You can call me Robby.

Fine, thank you. And I apologize in advance if I unintentionally embarrass you again.

Can't you anymore.

No?

Nah. What you and Mom said and Mom's comment about my age. For a moment there was nothing but baloney in my head and I had to sort it out first. But now mom is on a collision course with the black-haired girl and I get it. Mom planned the vacation to get me out of my uptight shell. You have to know that Mama had it really bad for a few years and I was in a convent school for six years before Child Protective Services allowed me back to Mama.

I see. There was a Puritan upbringing at the boarding school.

That's right. And Mom was having certain problems with me. So I guess she booked the vacation here to help me out, and it looks like she's having success with it on day one.

What if I sit down a little more comfortably now?

I guess it's throbbing in my mumu again and you can see it. But I don't think I'm ashamed of it anymore.

But you're aware that it's been throbbing in my pussy all along?

So I interpreted your looks correctly, too. You were interested in me from the very beginning.

Yup. When you took off that little dress…you were soo cute red in the face.

Cute? I'm ashamed… oh, I get it.

Exactly. Cute and beautiful. And I like the change down there, too.

The change down there? Oh.

Roberta looked down at her crotch, registered that her vulva was swelling again and giggled.

It has a life of its own.

Mine, too, Josefine replied resolutely. From her point of view, it was time to show her colors, to stop beating around the bush and to confirm the visible change in Roberta's thinking. Roberta was no longer a child, merely blocked for a long time by her Catholic upbringing, by the dogmas in her development and just about to tear down the walls.

Look, she said therefore and let her knees fold apart, moved forward with her butt on the front edge of the chair and allowed Roberta to see her pubic area, it also has its own life. And yes… you may look if it pleases you.

Roberta looked, swallowed, felt the more pronounced throbbing in her vulva, but did not look away and finally said in a raspy voice:

It's beautiful, Joey. I…I want to touch it.

But not here in all publicity, Robby. Now if the girl is to become a woman, we'll go over to my bedroom. That's the line no naturist ever crosses. You show yourself naked, you move around unselfconsciously, but sex is never public.

So like mom and that little doll there. They cuddle with each other, but the fingers are well-behaved.

Exactly. Cuddling is allowed, nothing more.

O.K. And… can I leave everything open in here? I mean, it's not like I can lock up and lock mom out.

You don't have to. I've been coming here regularly for six years and I've never had anything stolen.

Good. Then… I really want this now, Joey. If I see your wet, fat pussy any longer and I can't touch it, I'm going to go crazy.

Come on, honey.

-*-

While Mechthild disappeared holding hands with Birgit from Hanover in her apartment, Josefine took Roberta by the hand, led her into her bedroom and made a woman out of her during the next two hours in her self-image. Roberta was not frigid, had sexual fantasies like any young woman and for a while had a crush on her classmate Christine, but this was a bit of a snob, unapproachable for the simple Roberta and therefore the crush did not last long. Nevertheless, Roberta knew very clearly that she was a lesbian, had fantasies accordingly, but masturbation always had something disreputable, forbidden and depraved about it because of the monastic upbringing.

It was therefore never really satisfying for her and accordingly her shyness was great when Josefine gently pushed her onto her bed. Josefine, meanwhile, was well aware of what it looked like in Roberta's head, took it slowly and tenderly introduced her to love.

-*-

Later in the afternoon, Mechthild, Birgit, Josefine and Roberta met again on the terrace in front of Mechthild's apartment, had a relaxed conversation and Roberta behaved like a mature woman in all respects. Finally, Mechthild looked at her daughter for a very long time thoughtfully, but smiling.

What are you looking at, Mom?

My little daughter is a woman now, huh? Joey did it and made a woman out of you.

You don't want to hear intimate details now, do you?

Nah, honey. This is all yours and Joey's.

But it wasn't just Joey.

No?

Nope. That was your decision to drive here, your move over to Birgit, and Joye understanding what was going on in my head.

And, that I hopped into bed with your mom after twenty minutes is also okay? asked Birgit, because she was recently antagonized by a daughter for becoming intimate with her mother after only a short time.

You are grown women and I hope it was nice for you. That's all I want to know, Biggi.

I told you, Biggi. Roberta is not like that other girl.

What other?

A few days ago I was in bed with Soraya and… well, her daughter was rebelling, saying we were cheap bimbos and going to hell. Soraya was so frustrated that she packed up and left. That's why I wasn't entirely comfortable at the beginning when Mechthild came over to me, Birgit explained.

Oups. Not good. But for me it's O.K. I mean, I left after an hour with Joey and I didn't regret it. If, Joey and I are bimbos too, but I don't believe in hell. I only believe in paradise and that is in our heads and between our legs. Fuck all that talk in the monastery.

Wow, did my little daughter just say that? Did I hear right, Biggi?

I heard it and it was her voice.

Then I guess I did everything right.

Yes, Mom. Thank you for your love.

-*-

In essence, this was the end of the process of Roberta becoming a wife from Mechthild's point of view, but a certain anxiety gnawed at Josefine, at first unnoticed, then increasingly stronger in the course of the evening. At some point, Roberta finally noticed that Josefine was becoming increasingly silent and was obviously very thoughtful. She therefore stood up, took Josefine by the hand and said:

Come on, let's stretch our legs a little.

Then, as they walked away from the apartment and through the spacious green area between the houses and the beach, Roberta asked Josefine very directly what was on her mind.

I'm scared, Robby.

Oops, why is that, Joey? Are you afraid you'll spoil me? You can't. I get the picture.

It is… But it's not.

Uh-huh, and what is it then?

You…you have to know that I'm married.

You're married?

Yes. My wife is a fighter pilot with the 23rd Fighter Wing of the German Air Force and is currently on combat duty in Somalia.

Ouch. And does your wife know you're here in Valalta?

Yes. Don't worry. She knows that and we've always given each other great freedom from the very beginning. You don't have to worry about that. Nina herself has always encouraged me to take the vacation here and… well… allow me to have fun, too.

Roberta thought for a moment about the message in Josefine's statement, then she began to understand, stopped, pulled Josefine to her and kissed her gently.

You're afraid I've fallen in love with you and I'll have a crisis if we don't see each other again.

Yes, Robby. I love you and it's nice to experience how you become a woman. The sex with you is wonderful and I would love to drive you from one peak to the next for days, but… that can only be an adventure here in Valalta. I'll leave in two weeks, go home and sometime Nina will come home too.

Do you actually know what a great woman you are? You and my mom are the greatest women a young woman who was raised in a convent like I was and is totally uptight could ever ask for. Joey, you wouldn't believe how unspeakably grateful I am to you.

So I don't have anything to worry about?

Nah, you don't have to. I'm not in love with you and you don't have to be afraid that I'll cry my eyes out. I love you, I'll print out the photos of you at home and frame them, but I'm not in love with you. You wanted it, I wanted it and our pussies wanted it. I will always remember you as the woman who made me a woman and happy, but I won't go crazy if we have to break up again.

And… what if I go to bed with someone else tomorrow?

Now that's pretty brutal. But well, Joey… I'm sure there are enough others here who want to touch me. I enjoy the time with you and want to nibble you again later. But there is no room for love in my head… At least not yet. First I want to catch up on what I've missed.

And you missed a lot, huh?

If you've ever experienced a nun caning you and then dragging you into a cold shower because she caught you masturbating, then you know what I've been missing.

I understand. Just please…

What?

Please don't become a tramp. Don't fuck your way through life indiscriminately. Enjoy your freedom, fuck me as often as you want, but don't start poaching randomly, because THAT doesn't make you happy.

Roberta didn't answer, pulled Josefine into one of the small coves on the beach, which were difficult to see from the outside and very popular with couples with excess pressure in their loins, and nibbled her there without further ado. From her point of view, the conversation was over and all was said, for she was strangely clear that she did not love Josefine. What connected them, from her point of view, was great sympathy and what she called mumu magnetism. From her perspective, the whole relationship from the beginning boiled down to the throbbing between the legs, and she could never have loved Josefine, because for her she was much more a guide and teacher on her way to becoming a woman than a lover.

-*-

Two days later, this was to become quite clear. Josefine left her apartment shortly after seven o'clock, as she did every morning, to go jogging along the nine-kilometer-long shore that belonged to the camp grounds.

She didn't come back around nine o'clock as usual and Roberta saw her again only in the late afternoon during a walk with Mechthild and Birgit… No, she didn't see her, but merely came close to her….

They almost passed the small bay in which Roberta buried the topic of love two evenings before, but then a pleasant sigh made Birgit pay attention. She became curious, stepped closer, peeked around a rocky point and saw Josefine making love with another, clearly younger woman.

Ouch, she said softly, I don't think you're going to like this, Robby.

What, Biggi?

Over there Joey got tangled up with someone else.

Oups? Then we'd better not disturb them. Let's keep moving.

Puzzled, Mechthild and Birgit looked at each other, then hurried to catch up with Roberta, who was already walking on again.

Uh, honey? Doesn't it bother you that Joey is with someone else?

Nope, Mom, Roberta said