Part 1-'The Beginning'
This is the true story of a shy reclusive young women waking up to real life and finding the enjoyments of life with the help of her Aunt Val. Written by me, Connie! This is the first part of a 4 part series. Please read them all.
Let me get this out of the way first thing. I was not a pretty girl; at least I didn't think so. I consider myself plain and average. I'm 5 ft. 8 in. tall, about 120 lbs., dark brown hair about shoulder length, with green eyes. But I had been told that I had a killer body, whatever that meant, my stats are 34C-22-34. I am 21 years old and was still a virgin until about three weeks ago and that's probably because I haven't dated that much. I've only been on four dates in my life and three of those have been with the same guy in the past two weeks.
I met Gary a couple weeks ago while on my latest passion in life; public exhibition. My excursion into public exposure started quite by accident about a year ago. But let's go back a few years to how it started.
As a young girl I was raise in a strict religious household. All my clothing was outdated and always on the loose and baggy side. My parents never let me wear make-up or perfume or show any skin except my face, arms, and legs below the knee. Boys never paid any attention to me in school, so I ended shy and withdrawn. But since I wasn't distracted by boys, I had a lot of time to study and make good grades. I graduated near the top of my class and got a nice partial scholarship to a junior college in town. I grew up in a small town about 50 miles south of Jacksonville, Fl.
I lived at home while I went to school and worked part time at a couple fast food joints to help pay the bills. My parents made me put a majority of my paycheck in a savings account and made me leave it there until I went to another college for my last two years. They agreed to pay half my tuition when decided which school I wanted to transfer to. Well, I graduated with fairly good grades and got accepted at the 'University of Florida'.
I was nervous about leaving home, but at the same time wanting to get away and be on my own. I was getting frustrated with the way my parents made me dress. All the other girls at school wore whatever they wanted and I wanted that freedom to. I had to convince my mother to let me do my on laundry. We actually had a big argument about it and finally she gave in. I didn't want her to see the few sexy undies I had bought and had started to wear. I had also bought a few just above the knee length skirts I didn't want her to know about. When I wore them I had them pulled down below my waist so the hem was just below my knee but as soon as I could, I pulled them up to my waist and rolled up the waistband a bit. I also started to unbutton one or two extra buttons below my neck on my blouses.
My parents had made arrangements for me to stay with my Aunt Val and Uncle Ted when I started college over there. They lived just outside Gainesville, about ten miles from the college. It didn't take much persuading from my parents to convince me I need to go, they were proud of me because they never had the chance to go to college. As long as I can remember, Aunt Val and Uncle Ted have always been a cool couple. Although my mother sometimes said they were a wild couple, she never told me why. They had twin boys about my age that I have always considered cute. They lived on a large wooded lot which provided a lot of privacy. It also had with small creek running along the edge of it. I have never been swimming in my life but during the next couple years spent many a warm day cooling off in its water. That creek helped change my attitude towards my body. I went from wearing shorts and t-shirts in the water to swimming nude there.
One day my mom caught me getting out of my little car after going to the store for her, with half the buttons on my below the knee jean skirt unbuttoned and had a fit. She said she knew them girls at college would get me to dress like a slut. We yelled at each other a few minutes, I tried to tell her I did it because the A/C quit working in my car and it was hot in there, but she wouldn't buy it. That did it for me. I called Aunt Val and asked if I could move over earlier than planned because I couldn't stand it over here anymore. She said it was fine with her plus it would give me more time to familiarize myself with the area before school started. So with almost three months until fall classes I moved to Gainesville.
When I first met the twins (Jim and Jeff), they where coming back to the house after a dip in the creek. My they had grown into nice looking young men! They were both wearing only cut-off jeans that looked as if they were painted on. My brother and father have always worn shirts, even around the house on the hottest days, and rarely if ever wore shorts. I was a little taken back by their near nudity but also noticed I liked the way they looked, so I didn't say one word to complain. I soon found out much to my pleasure that they almost never wore shirts around the house during the summer months.
This was a new experience for me living in a world where wearing less clothing was tolerated and it seemed almost expected. Aunt Val noticed my wide eyes and look of astonishment and pulled me aside later and we talked about many things for a couple hours. I explained about how my parents controlled my dress and appearance and my lack of real life adventures. She told me that first night to ask her any question I wanted, any time I needed and that she would do her best to answer it. My own mother rarely talked to me about anything. I now felt that my moving away would be the greatest thing that could have happened to me so far. One of the first things that Aunt Val and I were going to do was get me a new wardrobe and she would show me how to wear make-up. I hugged her and said thank you, but the first thing we did was to cut off two pairs of my oldest jeans to make me a couple pair of shorts. We cut them off only a few inches above my knees to start with she said I could cut them off again later to any shorter length I wanted. Over the next few weeks I cut off a couple more inches at a time until I had a nice pair of short-shorts.
I also noticed that Aunt Val also went braless and often wore halter tops and short-shorts around the house and into town a couple times. I just knew I would never have the courage to do that, little did I know. Ever since my mother made me start wearing a bra when I was 12 years old, the only time I was without one was when I took a bath. Yes, I even had to wear one to bed. After I had been there about a week, I came to notice that Aunt Val seemed to always end up in a mid-thigh length t-shirt before she went to bed, I got the courage to ask Aunt Val what normally wore under her long t-shirts when she went to bed. She smiled at me and said not a thing. My mouth drop and I said. "You mean you're naked under that shirt right now?"
