Twelve

A week later, armed with her parents’ consent, (well resignation to the inevitable) Ilsa, with Henri in tow made a discreet entrance to an extraordinary meeting of Greensoc. For once Herni was keen to attend, for what was on the agenda today came under the heading of ‘never in my wildest dreams’. The econude protest was going ahead. Susie had made up her mind and the meeting had been called to plan direct action against companies that provided air conditioning in the summer. There were going to be many facts and figures, and carbon footprints would be impressed upon his brain until it shrieked in pain, but for once he could cope with that. Oh yes he thought as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

“You cold or something” demanded Isla

“No, why”

“You’re rubbing your hands together. It had better not be cold in there” she continued.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine babe”

“It’s all very well for you to say that, you’ve got a jumper to keep you warm”

“Not my choice, babe, you know I’d be happy to join in your protest”

“Mm, I do think Susie is bit over zealous on this”

So did Henri but he saw no reason to object.

As usual they were the last in.

“Make sure the door is locked Henri” Lois Holding told him.

“Sure, Louis, you can rely on me”

He took his place next to Isla. Across the table sat Susie. This was the first time he had seen her in a dress, albeit a long and shapeless effort beneath a large bulky woollen pullover. Next to Susie was her would be boyfriend, Pete Atkins. Would be if she noticed him, which she didn’t. There were a couple of other male crusties present, earnest types who never washed and would release the lions from the zoo if they could find a way of doing it without being eaten. They were of no interest to Henri. Usually the whole committee was of no interest to Henri, but today was going to be different, today the plan for nude protest would be presented and voted on. Henri knew which way he was going to vote, even if it meant the rest of the world seeing Isla in all of her glory.

“This extraordinary meeting has been called by Isla and Susie to discuss their proposal for naked action in the summer” began Louis to the rapt attention of all. He droned on about the carbon footprints of washing, laundering and air conditioning. This gave Henri the opportunity to give the other two female members of the committee the once over. Julie Langstone was small, vivacious and pretty and penci; thin. When she turned sideways she vanished. The opposite was true of Catherine Sanders. She must have huge carbon footprint given her size. For without a doubt Cat was the fattest vegetarian Henri had ever seen. His reverie was broken by Isla who had dug him in the ribs.

“Check the door again Henri” This he dutifully did while Susie outlined the planned protest. It wasn’t rocket science, all they would do is target a store or office, or anywhere they could gain entry, strip off and chant “Air con bad” There was a snappy slogan in there somewhere but nobody had quite come up with it yet. Henri sat down and gave Susie his full attention as she was getting to the juicy bits.

“After due consideration with the other girls we have decided that this will be a female only protest as you boys may be perceived as threatening and are more likely to be arrested. And as most security guards are male they can’t touch us with out being accused of indecent assault. They’ll rugby tackle you boys before you have got your pants over your shoes. Also given the nature of society a girls only protest will garner more publicity for the cause and the cause is predominant here”

The room was as silent at the gulfs between the stars

“So, as a way of affirming our intent, I propose we continue the meeting naked”

There was utter silence, the two crusties looked alarmed, Henri suspected that this was probably a concern over their personal hygiene rather than prudery.

“When I say we, I mean those of us who will actively protest.”

Louis interrupted “We’ll have to vote on this Susie”

“We already have. It was unanimous”

Lois was puzzled now.

“I don’t understand”

“It’s only us girls who are going to strip, Louis” said Catherine softly.

“But really, I do think we should show our support” Lois blustered. Henri looked around the male members, he didn’t see much support in their eyes, just a hunger for the coming show. A sharp dig in the ribs brought Henri to attention. Isla had told him about Susie’s conviction that only the girls should bare all. She knew she would never convince Susie to change her mind but that didn’t mean Isla was not going down without a fight.

“You know why, don’t you?” she had told Henri as they lay in bed the previous evening. Henri recognised a reciprocal question when he heard one. “She’s frightened of seeing an unleashed penis” she said, idly stroking Henri’s “She’s worrying there may be an erection on show” Henri’s penis duly responded to Isla’s stimulation, “She thinks you men can’t control; yourself” she continued rubbing the top of his swelling member between two fingers. She suddenly let go and stared intently at his fully erect penis with all the astonishment of an amateur conjuror performing a successful rope trick for the first time. “And she’s right”

Henri sighed. He was just beginning to enjoy Isla’s attention. One thing was certain, he wasn’t going to get any more. “I can control myself around naked women as long as they don’t start playing with me” he told her.

“Ah, but that’s not what little miss perfect thinks, oh no. She thinks that one glimpse of her bare body will send a man into uncontrollable lust. In her inexperienced little mind they’ll be saluting her faster than a guardsman meeting the Queen”

“So what do you want me to do. Strip off at the same time as you. I don’t mind but what about Loius and the crusties, will they strip, I bet Pete will be out of his pants as fast as a Parisian whore, but then he has trouble controlling himself when Susie is dressed. He nearly has an orgasm when she speaks to him”

“No sweetie, I don’t want you to strip, just put up a bit of a show, OK.” She reached again for his flaccid penis, “now where were we?”

So Henri did as Isla asked and steamed in to support Louis, but it was all to no avail. Susie was determined, the crusties were glued into their clothes and poor old Pete was bent double trying to control a raging erection clearly visible in his stiff jeans

The committee room was long and rectangular. It naturally divided into two parts, the meeting area with a large round table and a small kitchen area where the students could break off from their arduous negations and relax with tea and sandwiches. As Louis once again made a pitch for one off all off, Susie cut him off mid flow by standing and walking into the middle of this area. Without a word the other three girls followed. A deep silence fell within the committee room. Henri suddenly became aware of the rapid beat of his heart. The muffled sounds of the student union going about its normal business crept under the locked door.

It was Isla who took the lead and quickly pulled her long dress over her head, draped it on a chair and stood still, arms by her side showing no sign of embarrassment. This surprised all, but Henri, who had had much time to reflect upon his girlfriend’s sudden conversion to casual nudity since the Christmas holidays. He would dearly like to know why Isla, who had gone home a normal student, who would happily strip for sex, but that was all had turned into a rampant nudist who had to be reminded to dress when company was expected. He dared not ask Isla in case she interpreted the questions as a rebuke and started to dress normally again. A prospect Henri viewed with some horror.

Susie was caught unaware and raced to catch up, almost tripping over the hem of her dress in her haste to show the slavering boys her body. What a body it was too, thought Henri, as his eyes devoured Susie’s bare flesh. He started at the only part of her left clothed, and moved upwards along firm thighs, through a small forest of blonde pubic hair, across a flat, pale stomach to firm, perfectly proportioned breasts with pertly protruding nipples. From there it was but a small journey over her bare shoulders to the familiar territory of her face that shone red in embarrassment. When his eyes met hers he stopped. Susie smiled at him, a message of triumph, and regret for what could have been. Isla was right, Susie had insisted on the boys remaining clothed because she didn’t want to see them naked, she didn’t want their unleashed penises showing their lust for her, especially as she had no interest in any of them, except that was for Henri. He could have been hers, but for the painful fact he was Isla’s This she regretted bitterly, but the die was cast. Susie would never betray her friend; this was against all her principles. So she held his eyes as she stood naked before him and smiled a rueful smile for what might have been. Henri had no such scruples and he would have happily do two timed Isla with not the slightest twinge to his conscience. All that stopped him was bitter experience. He had dated two girls at school, and when they found out he learnt a telling lesson. Not only did they both dump him, but they proceeded to spread such vicious invective around the small town he lived in that no girl would even speak to him. No, it was one at a time for Henri now, and although Isla’s bare body was a small candle next to the stellar beauty of Susie, it’s not just looks, it’s how you use it that counts and Isla may not have had the bodywork of a Rolls Royce, but she had the engine of a Ferrari and Henri was well satisfied with the ride.

That left Julie and Cat standing side by side in their long dresses. Clearly the girls had chosen this form of attire fro the ease of undressing. Julie swallowed hard, smiled at no body in particular, nudged Cat who shrugged and said “Oh well, what the hell,” In unison they began to disrobe. Cat wiggled sensually as she squeezed her large body out of her clothes, while the tiny Julie merely pulled the straps from her shoulders and let the blue patterned summer dress fall to the ground, she stepped out of it and smiled at the boys, who stared silently eyes and pants bulging.

Cat was astonishing, Henri had never seen such flesh, and it was all as solid as a rock, her thighs bulged, her midriff swelled as if pregnant. Many a time had heard of woman’s breasts being referred to as melons, but he never once thought that they came that big. He wondered how she managed to stand upright.

That left Julie, thin Julie with tiny breasts that were like small mounds, each one tipped by an exquisite cherry nipple. Her long dark hair caressed her shoulders, but the rest of her body was hair free, her long pink vagina visible for all to see least anyone doubt her femininity. That brought a stray thought back into Henri’s mind, why had Isla grown hers again. She had gone home in December fashionably bald, by the time she returned there was considerable regrowth, which she made no attempt to rein in. More and more Henri wanted to know what had happened over Christmas, and why had she gone home over the weekend?

Susie broke into his reverie. “Shall we resume our seats?”

The girls returned to their chairs, they had chosen to sit next to each other with an empty space between Susie and Louis, and Isla on the other end next to Hanri who was more than used to his girlfriend in the nude.

“Well I think the disrobing went well and should achieve the effect we are looking for. Once we are naked, you boys will start to chant our slogan”

“What’s that” asked Louis who had regained his composure.

“Er well, we have’t quite got one yet, we’re looking for something catchy, you know, like ‘Meat is Murder’ and ‘I’d rather go naked than wear fur’. Has anybody got any ideas?”

Henri had a suggestion “It’s not snappy enough, but something about the con in air con, I dunno I’ll think about it”

“What about the Police” asked Julie, finally finding her voice.

“I’ve checked that out” Susie told her “and it’s not illegal unless someone objects. They have never arrested anybody who agreed to dress when told to”

The look on Julie’s face told Henri there would be no problem there. “What about photographs?” asked Cat.

“Well that is the whole point” responded Isla leaning back comfortably in her chair. “Publicity for the cause. You’re not thinking of backing out are you Cat?”

What’s she worrying about thought Henri, Susie’s the front page model. His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Oi you sanctimonious environmental veggies, your time is up” came a loud voice. There was a rattling on the door handle, “Why’s this door locked?”

“We’re having an orgy” Isla called back to them.

“Well let us in, we’ll show you a good time”

“Fat chance” called Julie. “Shall we adjourn Louis?”

”Under the circumstances I think so”

There was a rattle at the door, and a girl’s voice”

“C’mom Isla, what are you doing?”

“I’m just getting dressed, Vicky, give me a moment”

The girls walked over to the kitchen area and to the boys great regret climbed back into their dresses.

“All decent” said Isla and without checking opened the door.

“What was all that for, man” complined an tall gangly youth with a baseball cap tilted to an angle that would be instantly recognised as not quite right by a local street gang.

The short girl with spiky red hair behind him seemed to know

“You really going through with this?”

“Mm hm” replied Isla

“With what?” demanded the youth who liked to be called Desmond.
“You’ll find out soon enough, Toby” Cat told him