At last! thought Emerald, lovingly waving goodbye to her parents as the train pulled off. She'd got the compartment to herself, and her family were gone. Not that she didn't love her mother and father and darling sister Betty, but it was term time and she was off to her other life, where she was more or less free to do as she wished. She bent her neck as far as she could to see a last glimpse of Betty running along the platform edge, waving her handkerchief at her as the train picked up pace, a cloud of dark smoke passing by the window as the wheels clattered and clunked as it took her off to boarding school. Soon, she'd be with her friends, all in their smart school uniforms, plaits under school bonnets and firm young bodies hidden under blouses, blazers and skirts.

But her journey wasn't to be a wholly uninterrupted one, as Emerald found when, having hardly read any of the serialised adventures of the girls of Blessington High in her magazine, the train came to a halt at the next stop on the line. At least, after this, there'd be hardly any more stops until she got to her destination where all the girls of the School of the Blessed Virgin Mary, Boedean, would be gathering: a mass of hockey sticks, plaits and white knee-high socks with their luggage and hovering school mistresses and Bert, the ancient school janitor.

She watched with some anxiety as people wandered past her compartment along the corridor. She was rather hoping she might have it all to herself; but this was not to be as a middle-aged woman poked her head through the window, saw that the compartment was virtually empty, and announced: "This one'll do, dear." Curses, exclaimed Emerald to herself. This was not to be such a tranquil journey. However, her next thought was rather of astonishment as she realised that the woman who had said this was completely naked. Otherwise, she was a fairly conventional looking woman, her hair permed and a leather handbag slung over her shoulder. But all Emerald could focus on was the woman's enormous motherly breasts and a slightly bulging stomach so different from Emerald's own or indeed any of her schoolfriends.

"Come along, Beatrice dear," she said to a girl much more Emerald's own age, who was naked like her mother, but had her hair tied back in plaits like Emerald.

She was humping a large suitcase into the compartment and had a satchel over her shoulder. Behind them came a man, presumably Beatrice's father, who was also naked, with a pipe hanging from his lips, below his neat moustache, and pulling along a much larger suitcase. The three of them came into the compartment, and began hauling the cases onto the luggage rack. The mother smiled at Emerald, who smiled back, but whose mind was inevitably focused on the man's penis. This was the first time Emerald had ever seen a real penis before. The only ones she'd ever had a glimpse of till then had been made of marble or stone and were attached to statues. This was a real one, somehow larger than she'd imagined and also rather wobbly and loose. And there was so much hair on it! She didn't know why, but she somehow imagined rather less hair than this one had.

The two parents settled down their charge, who sat immediately opposite Emerald, discreetly crossing her legs so that she was barely able to see a glimpse of the short sparse hairs of her crotch. However, Emerald's confused eyes were able to settle on her small but perfectly formed breasts, with slightly darker pink nipples than the pale pink of the rest of her skin, and a general slimness much like Emerald's own and very much like that of most of her friends from school. The parents fussed around Beatrice, kissing her goodbye in an awkward angle which gave Emerald a very close view of their different sized buttocks and a glimpse of their genitals. The father's bottom was taut and tight, and ever so hairy! The mother's buttocks were very round and large and fleshy, and Emerald was slightly startled to see just how much hair she had around the crotch. It had been a shock enough for her when she and her schoolfriends became hairy down below, but it was even more shocking to reflect on just how much more hair was due to take root in that so very private area.

"Have a good journey, Beatrice darling," said the mother. "And don't forget to write. We do so love to read your letters."

"I will, Mummy," Beatrice said, kissing her mother on the cheek.

"And goodbye, dear," said her father. "Don't forget to tip the porter when he carries out your bags. A thruppenny bit should be more than enough."

"I won't forget, Father," Beatrice assented.

"Well, we must be off dear," announced the mother. "We don't want to be caught on the train as it leaves."

With that, the two parents left their daughter in the carriage and returned to the platform. Emerald watched them leave with barely hidden fascination, and joined Beatrice's gaze who waved her parents goodbye as the train prepared to leave. Emerald found it very difficult to focus on the adventures of the girls of Blessington High when there was so much bare flesh to study. It was true that she'd not seen anything to compare with the naked bodies of the two naked parents as they stood on the platform smiling and waving at their daughter, the father with his pipe in his hand and the mother with a handkerchief held up to her weeping eyes. However, this was certainly not the first time that Emerald had seen a naked girl before. Indeed, one of the very things that she was looking forward to when getting back to school was to revisit just those pleasures.

In fact, it was the prospect of thinking about her many schoolfriends, but particularly Edith and Belinda, that Emerald had been looking forward to in the compartment. And this was why she'd so hoped that she'd have the compartment to herself. Then she could slip a hand down her white cotton knickers, and perhaps the other up her blouse to massage her own small nipples, and think again of her girlfriends' bare bodies. Edith's slender dark arms and firm growing breasts. Belinda's freckled face, and those freckles which scattered over her shoulders, breasts and over the slight down of her arms. And here, instead of memories and fantasies, Emerald was confronted by the real thing.

Soon enough, the train was on its way, Beatrice's parents receding into the distance as Emerald's own had been, and Emerald was curious to see Beatrice brush away a tear. Clearly, this was a girl with stronger family feelings than her own. She smiled at Beatrice as the girl looked up and studied her fellow passenger seemingly for the first time.

"So, you're back to school for the new year as well?" Emerald asked boldly.

"Yes," sniffed Beatrice. "I'm back to Burlingbury School for Girls."

"I've never heard of it," sniffed Emerald who thought she knew the names of all the top public schools. This must be a very minor public school indeed. "Is it a day school or does it have boarders?"

"It's all boarders," replied Beatrice, dabbing her damp eyes with her own lace handkerchief. "That's because it's the only school of its kind in the country. Almost everyone has to travel ever such a long way to get there."

"What's so special about it that it's the only one of its kind?"

"Well, that's because it's a naturist school."

"A 'naturist' school?" queried Emerald, who had not even heard the term before. "What's that?"

Beatrice smiled at Emerald's innocence. "It's a school for naturists." She could see Emerald's continued incomprehension. "You know. Nudists. People who don't like to wear clothes. Like my parents. And, I guess, like myself. My parents were very keen that I continue in the family tradition."

Emerald raised her eyes and eyebrows as she began to comprehend the situation. "So you and your family are 'naturists' or 'nudists'. Is that like a religion or something, like 'Baptists' or 'Methodists'?"

"Not exactly. Many of the girls at my school are religious. But they're all sorts. Quakers, Catholics, Anglicans, everything really. No, naturism's a way of life, not a religion."

"That sounds really funny. So, you don't wear clothes at home and you don't wear clothes at school?"

"Yes, that's right. None of the girls at school wear clothes ever. Not in the classrooms, not in the playgrounds and not in the playing fields."

Emerald drew a deep breath. The vision of a whole school of naked girls excited her. She could just imagine a class of naked female flesh: girls with firm breasts raising their hands for attention from a naked teacher. Or playing hockey with no clothes and only hockey shoes to protect their feet. And possibly not even that, although Emerald observed that Beatrice was wearing some quite smart black shoes with white ankle-high socks. Perhaps that was the nearest to a school uniform they had at Beatrice's school, other than being naked of course.

The very image of so many naked girls flooded her mind, and almost choked her with a sense of excitement. "And do the girls have sex together?" Emerald found herself saying, before common sense could censor her thoughts.

"Sex? Of course not!" gasped Beatrice, who seemed genuinely shocked. "I mean, they're not married or anything. And certainly not to each other. And anyway girls don't... don't... not with other girls anyway. That just doesn't make sense. I just never thought anyone ever would. It's not right, is it? It's got to be with... with... After all, girls don't have what boys have..."

Beatrice's innocence rather startled Emerald. But then, of course, there were girls at her own school who'd never suspected that there was more to life than virginity followed by marriage and children. In fact, Edith herself had been just as naïve when Emerald had first introduced her to pleasures of the flesh that she now craved so often and so fervently.

Emerald chose not to pursue that exact line of discussion. "So, everyone at the school wears no clothes all the time? And the teachers as well?"

"Pretty much so. After all, it is a naturist school. There's no sense in being a naturist if you wear clothes."

"I'm sure that's true," Emerald agreed. "But don't you ever feel quite strange being naked? After all, it's not normal, is it?"

"It seems normal to me. It's only at times like these when I'm with textiles like you that I ever feel at all self-conscious about it."

"So, if I wasn't wearing any clothes like you, then you'd feel more comfortable?" asked Emerald with such a sweet concerned smile on her freckled face.

"I hadn't thought of that, but I suppose you're right. It's not very often I get to meet people with clothes on. To me, it seems a bit strange. Clothes seem so unnecessary. It's not as if what's hidden underneath is anything to be ashamed of."

"Indeed not!" vehemently agreed Emerald, who in truth was in no way ashamed of her body and who associated pleasure rather than shame with any opportunity to divest herself of her clothes. She liked the contour of her slim waist and her thin thighs as they trailed towards her angular knees, the slight bulge of her calves and eventually to those toes which Belinda so enjoyed taking into her mouth. Emerald smiled indulgently at the memory of her friend's tongue on the sensitive web of skin between her varnished nails. "So, if I were to take my clothes off here. In this compartment. With you. Then you would feel more comfortable and relaxed?"

Beatrice blushed. "Well, I wouldn't want to put you to any trouble. After all, textiles are supposed to prefer wearing clothes. That's what I've always understood."

"I would much prefer that you were able to be more comfortable," Emerald commented, taking off her blazer and then unbuttoning her school blouse, exchanging glances between the awkward buttons on the cotton front and Beatrice's bemused expression.

Emerald was enjoying this. She loved it when she let her arms slip through the blouse sleeves. And she got such a little thrill that trembled her legs and caught her breath as she eased her skirt down off her knickers, over her knees and threaded her feet through it: in their black patent leather shoes and knee-high socks. And then as she sat there in just her slip and knickers, she smiled to herself. This was such a thrill! And there was more, so much more to do.

"I have to take everything off, don't I?" asked Emerald with a wicked smile which a less innocent girl than Beatrice would have recognised as lascivious excitement. "That's what you naturists do, don't you? Everything off? Nothing on?"

"Yes. That's true. That's exactly right," said Beatrice who was feeling far from more comfortable as this strange girl she'd only just met was taking off her clothes. Why did it seem so different when this girl displayed her flesh? Why wasn't it the same somehow with her friends at school? After all, they were always naked like her. And she'd never felt so uneasy as she did with this girl who was still wearing her underwear.

But not for much longer. Emerald pulled her slip up over her head, revealing her pert lively breasts on her slender chest, freckles over her shoulders and the top of her bosom. And then the knickers were eased down over the bare legs, revealing a crotch of immaculate perfection: the folds of her vagina only partly invaded and the bare wisps of hair adding only the merest shadow to her young pale skin. She sat there on the train seat, naked flesh from brow to knee, her legs open somewhat wider and bolder than Beatrice's, taking pleasure in the frisson of daringness, given license by Beatrice's example to relish her naked flesh in the confines of a railway carriage, enjoying the warm and slightly moist sensation of the leather seat on her bare behind, a slight breeze coming through the carriage window onto her breasts and arms and legs, slightly rising the soft pale hair, bringing with it a delightful tingle which made her gasp in a strange almost guttural way.