A Daughter of Eve
by luv2custrip

A 19-year-old girl is displayed naked in church.

Becca sat bolt upright in the exact center of the front, middle pew. She had to squeeze her lips so tight at that thought--to keep from even showing even a hint of a smile.

"Bolt upright?" Since when were all bolts uoright? Were we talking about metal bolts or bolts of fabric??

Her moment of silliness passed, and she swallowed hard. She could sense the congregation settling in behind her. She could hear them all whispering about--as if it was a shock--her Daughter of Eve consecration.

Becca knew that there were 138 members. One plus three plus eight equals twelve... of course it was a "miracle number."

Seven and twelve were miracle numbers. And they added up to nineteen! That made nineteen a perfect number.

Only those twelve and older could attend a consecration. So: say there were 120 people here. If roughly half were males...

Sixty men--and boys--would see her--all that there was of her!

Becca looked down at herself. All she was wearing, of course, was the floor-length, silky-white robe, or gown or shift. Its silver clasp at her neck was all that held it up.

But... how could she forget that other silly thing that she had to wear? That thing that was "itching" her in the freshest of all places!

Pastor James was taking his seat: on the altar, to her left. Traditionally, he was not supposed to acknowledge her existence until after his sermon.

Pastor was not traditional.

He seemed to be waiting until he caught Becca's eye. Then he nodded and smiled.

Becca blushed; and she knew for certain this would not be her last blush today!

Pastor James could hardly be described as "cute." He was in his early thirties, and unmarried. That was, surprisingly, not a source of gossip nor contention. He very simply stated that he was currently devoting his life to the Lord:

"A married man, should devote his life to loving and Pleasuring his beautiful wife."

James reminded her of the pictures on her Daddy's album covers of his all-time, old-timey favorite singer: Johnny Cash.

Alrhough, Pastor was certainly a younger version--and certainly plumper:

"You can see why I don't dare get married: a wife's job is to fatten up her husband: to keep him home! You don't want to see me even fatter--and sitting at home!"

Pastor stood... and all the whispers stopped. He led the congregation in their first prayer, asking for the traditional blessings. Then the congregation sang song number 205: "The Warmth of Mother Eve."

That should have been the final clue as to what was going on today. It was only sung when a young lady was to be consecrated... which, in such a small congregation, only happened once every year or so.

The words would've probably shocked other, more traditional churchgoers:

"The Lord made Mother Eve

So lovelier than man.

Tho' her beauty warmed the Earth--

She was warmed by Adam's hand."

The Children of Eden acknowledged and welcomed physical love between a married couple--the Act of Pleasure. That much pleasure could only mean that that kind of act was what the Lord intended.

Similarly, they not only acknowledged but adored the beauty of women as a physical manifestation of the Mother. It was "foolishness: brought about by the Serpent" that led Mother Eve to cover her beauty with a fig leaf.

The most special, holiest parts that a girl covered were the true Gates of Eden. They were created for the Pleasure of her husband, for his blissfully entering in, and for babies to less blissfully come bouncing out.

It was the "real world" that mocked and debased those "beautiful beyond beautiful feminine parts of Pleasure."

Becca had spent an inordinate amount of time looking at herself quite naked in the full-lenght mirror behind her bedroom door--trying to prepare--at least mentally--for her consecration.

Try as she might with her mother's measuring tape, her breasts were a barely-there 32 3/4 inches... with a head-shakingly minimalist "A" cup.

Becca's legs bothered her the most. They were so long, and so skinny. They were probably more than half of her gawky and gangly 5' 7 1/2" of height!

But... she had to admit...

Once "old enough" teenage Becca started wearing the shortest shorts and the shortest skirts that were allowed in Eden's Path--

("allowed" was defined as a lack of sufficiently stern looks from Mom and Dad)

--she did notice men--and boys--happily checking out those skinny legs.

Why?? The answer--when it came--struck her with the certainty of a slap to her face.

Men loved teenaged girls.

Oh: they would vehemently deny it if confronted.

But they did love teenaged girls.

Perhaps one day, Becca mused, her legs would gain more flesh and become shapely. She pictured herself dancing in swirling skirts which would tantalizingly reveal glimpes of those future legs to the unknown men who would be panting for such wondrous sights.

Until then...

She was still a teenaged girl. And... for awhile at least... for the foreseeable future... not that imagined futureworld of shapely limbs and dangerously dancing dresses...

She would still sport skinny, teenaged legs.

Becca was startled out of her leggy reverie by the booming voice of Pastor James.

He was beginning his sermon.

Becca--by her calculations--had approximately twenty-five minutes before being put on very public display.

His sermon started out soft as usual--but ended up fiery.

It was, as always, about following in the true path of Mother Eve. Only then could all men and women who were her Children return to the Garden.

Most of the sermon bounced around as cascading, nonsensical syllables between Becca's pretty ears as she stonily awaited its end.

But his final words finally resonated:

"Only then shall Man and Woman stand naked and unashamed. Naked and unashamed!"

Was Pastor speaking directly to her? Could she obey his command?? Could Rebecca Anne Delors stand naked and unashamed???

Becca would soon find out.

Pastor James fussed with some papers.

"And now for a few announce--

But wait!"

He pushed his glasses back.

"Young lady?"

He was now addressing Becca. She stood.

"Why are you here?"

To say "a hush fell" would be putting it mildly. At that moment, if someone did drop a proverbial pin its echoes would have resonated as the clangs of a cymbal.

She licked her lips. She swallowed. She let out a deep breath.

"I am here... to be consecrated... as a Daughter of Eve."

It was as if the whole congregation let out one collective breath.

"Then step up here--Child who shall soon be Woman--step up here!"

Becca moved. She was moving! She looked down at her bare feet. She looked at the three steep steps that led up to the front of the altar.

She bit her lip.

Becca raised up her silky gown--gripping it around her waist--just enough to avoid the ultimate embarrassment of tripping on her way up.

She knew all eyes were now on her feet.

That pair of feet, with her ten twinkle-toes had been very thoroughly buffed--practically sanded.

Her toenails were the most neatly and evenly clipped as they had ever been in her young life. Not polished--that was definitely a no-no!

So: if someone had a foot fetish, Becca wasn't sure but she hoped that her feet would make them happy.

Never mind. There would soon be a lot more to divert even a foot and toe and shapely ankle man!

She made it to the top! She looked into Pastor James's eyes.

Still sort of dressed: and she was already flushed and breathless.

"Turn around, pretty girl. Let others see that beautiful face."

Becca had to blink back tears as she turned. Pastor James said that she had a beautiful face!

Secretly... she had to agree!

Becca's face was soft and warm and glowing even when she wasn't blushing. Framed by her long, dark red hair; jeweled by her deep, emerald-green eyes; and finally set into place by her full lips...

Rebecca Anne did have a beautiful face.

Once turned, she tried to follow all the ladies' advice:

Glance at your family--but that's it!

See the "EXIT" sign in back--that's your audience!

DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT!!!

Becca, though, had to more than glance at her family.

Mom was smiling and stricken with tears.

Dad was stoically trying to stare only at her eyes.

And older brother Seth--barely twenty-one--was trying desperately not to take in the whole spectacle of his baby sister standing on stage--about to revealed in a way that he had not seen since they were four and six and splashing with Dad in the tub.

Becca grimly found the EXIT sign. The EXIT sign was her friend!

Pastor was going on and on. How Eve had strayed from the garden. How Eve belonged with Adam--naked and happy and giving him Pleasure--whether they were making babies or not.

"We all should be there--naked in that Garden! This girl--"

(He pointed.)

"This sweet beauty... she belongs there naked too. As you look on her today... and I know you will!"

(The congregation provided the requisite nervous titter.)

"Think of her as your own sweet wife--if you are married.

Or think of Becca as your future wife. This IS the future wife of one of you Sons of Adam!!"

Becca had to swallow and blink. This was most likely true. Her future husband--the second man who would strip her naked and touch her Gates--was very probably watching intently right now.

No pressure, she thought. Besides--all that she had was what the Lord had given her... there was nothing else that she could do.

"Rebecca Anne Delors..."

(This was it! Becca's eyes got so wide that the EXIT sign was making them water.)

"...do you accept your destiny as a Daughter of Eve? Do you reject the coverings with which the world would cloak your beauty?"

"I do."

She was surprised at loud and clear she sounded. Was she welcoming this moment? Did she want to be seen?

"Then: Rebecca Anne... our sweet Becca... uncover your beauty for us all!"

It was of course, a simple thing. Becca opened the clasp at her neck. Once opened, the elasticized material around her neck was loosed.

The gown or shift or whatever you wanted to call it was only a simple piece of fabric. Becca's mother had ensured that it was large enough so that it would simply fall.

Becca remembered the only consecration that she had ever witnessed. Two years ago, a Miss Esther Foley had had to literally shimmy her way out of her shift when it caught on her allegedly 36 C breasts.

That shimmy was certainly to the utmost delight of all of the males there present.

Esther had suppressed her giggles... but she couldn't suppress the flush that spread so attractively downward to the top of those downright bodaciously bulging breasts.

It was probably no coincidence that Esther was betrothed in three months and happily married in six.

Becca knew that she would not have that breast-catching problem. In a move she had practiced over-and-over at home, her fingers glancingly brushed the shift off her bared shoulders.

Then gravity took its course.

She counted now as she had counted at home:

One thousand and one; one thousand and--

Becca didn't need to look down. The unmistakable feeling of the air caressing bare breasts, tummy and legs confirmed it.

Her gown had hit the floor.

There was yet another unmistakable collective sigh.

Becca had to look:

She caught the eyes of her mother, who was daubing her eyes with what must have been her sixth or seventh tissue.

She caught the stoic eyes of her father. He was still staring straight into hers. He was pretending this his peripheral vision was not taking in any other sights.

Her brother. Seth appeared to be suddenly transfixed by the stylized cross high above the altar... the cross with a fig leaf at its crux.

That also happened to be all that Becca was now left "wearing." It was not a stylized fig leaf--it was a very real one! It was only held on by a very thin thread around her very thin waist.

But. It didn't matter what she was wearing--it was what she wasn't wearing!

Again, she knew that she shouldn't be looking that closely... but she just couldn't help it. Becca loved numbers, and she loved figuring things out.

She guessed there were about 125 people in church, based on what she knew of the church's capacity. A quick survey and she determined there were about 65 males.

Well.

She thought it would be a brief distraction to her calculations.

It wasn't much of a distraction.

125 people--including her family--were staring at her breasts, her belly, and absolutely all of her long skinny legs from her toes to her hips.

Yes folks! Those long, skinny legs do indeed go all the way up!

Also yes indeed: that poor girl's breasts are on the smallish size.

That critical reaction was what Becca had been expecting--with a young girl stripping nude in public.

But. It wasn't like that!

There was instead a hush of reverence. There were some people--

(She shouldn't look, she shouldn't look!)

--who had bowed their heads, having seen enough.

An experience that she had thought would be devastatingly humiliating... was simply another strange moment--the strangest yet--in her teen girl life.

Becca sighed.

It was a shock of surprise and surprising disappointment that this was not worthy of all of the pre-consecration angst that she had endured.

So she was naked... almost naked!

Pastor James noticed that too. He pointed out her fig leaf to the congregation.

As if they hadn't noticed!

"This is truly a Daughter of Eve! She is following in Eve's footsteps. But that path leads away from Eden!"

He pointed to the crux of the cross.

"Why is the fig leaf the centerpiece of that ultimate sacrifice? Because the fig leaf is the true Angel with the flaming sword. The fig leaf is what prevents us from returning naked to Eden... naked and unashamed!"

"Do you--Rebecca Anne Delors--reject the falsity of that leaf?"

This was it.

"I do!"

"Then I shall remove it."

And Pastor James stepped behind her.

This was tradition: the girl unveiled--or ungowned--herself; but it was the male who revealed the true Gates of Eden.

Becca felt warm hands on her waist.

She was afraid to move... but, at that moment, all that she truly wanted was to press her nearly-naked body back and into those big, warm hands.

Pastor James was unmarried--and he was old! Maybe it was time for him to choose a pretty young girl to be his own Daughter of Eve--to warm his bed.

Mother! Such thoughts! Becca stared back at the EXIT sign.

The EXIT sign was her friend!

The flimsy thread was undone.

The fig leaf slipped to the floor.

"Stand with those beautiful legs wide and proud!"

Becca was startled at the whisper in her ear.

"You are a sweet, sweet girl. There is nothing about you now revealed to be ashamed of!"

Becca nearly melted into a pool of her own personal warmth. Then she deliberately bit down on her lip. She sincerely hoped that none of that personal warmth was physically manifesting!

She did what Pastor told her to do. She opened her beautiful legs--

(He told her she had beautiful legs!)

--and showed about 125 people her own, very personal, but no longer private, Gates of Eden.

Becca was in some sort of "out of body" state while her entire body was on display. She casually looked into the faces of her watchers. She boldly smiled at many of the men. She deliberately licked her lips just to see their reactions.

What was happening to her??

No time to think... Pastor James was continuing:

"She is beautiful... she is naked... she is now a true Daughter of Eden.

Do you desire her??"

The question--although expected--struck the congregation like a whiplash.

"It is all right to desire a woman. It is natural. If you must think of her later...

If you are married: think of her as you give the Pleasure of Eden to your wife.

If you are not yet married: think of her as your potential, future wife."

This was when it really started. Becca tensed her muscles.

"Turn around, Daughter."

She turned. The congregation had their first view of her tiny but very cute bottom. There were men watching who could cup both of her bottom cheeks in one hand.

"Your future wife might have a very different bottom."

Pastor James bent slightly, and he did cup each of her bottom cheeks in his warm hands. He firmly squeezed them together.

Becca knew without being told to turn around once her bottom was released.

Pastor James got closer.

"Or she may have different breasts than these."

And Pastor took a breast in each hand. He squeezed them until he could pinch each of Becca's maddeningly hard nipples between each of his thumbs and index fingers.

"Different" was the standard code word for "bigger." It was not for James, the Elder charged with the assessment, to comment on the relative sizes or the attractiveness of the body parts he caressed.

As soon as her breasts were released, Becca tensed her legs.

There were leg men in the audience who had to suppress sighs... who had to rearrange their hymnals on their laps.

Pastor James leaned in.

"But all Daughters of Eve, have the same lovely Gates of Eden."

And he put his surprisingly large and meaty right hand between Becca's legs. He began to lift, as he simultaneously curled his middle finger inward.

Becca stared directly into her Pastor's eyes. As advised by others who had experienced this, she tensed not only her legs, but also the inner muscles in-between her legs.

She had been told to not "play it up," but to also act as if that middle finger was a necessary, but undesired intimacy.

Becca wondered how any man's fingers--or other parts--could find their way into her Holy of Holies through all of her hair!

Girls about to be consecrated were allowed to shave everywhere else: underarms and legs. But except for a few stray hairs encroaching on her belly button, it had to be "a jungle down there."

Then Becca felt him slide in. She did not withhold nor hide her gasp. She had always studiously avoided playing with her fingers in there; concentrating instead on her bright, pink-white and poky Pleasure Pearl.

Girls who were athletic or horseback riders were supposed to arrange a private meeting with Pastor beforehand, so that there were no "misunderstandings" about their lack of barriers.

Becca was no athlete. She only loved long walks in the shortest shorts she was allowed to wear. She did like to make good use of her long legs.

Then she felt it. There was a dull pain, and so: she lifted herself up on her tippiest toes.

Becca stared--eyes wide--into Pastor James' eyes. Would he push in all the way??

He smiled back at her, with his whole face.

He slowly released her. Becca's body felt spent. She let out a long, long sigh.

"You are a good girl," he whispered to her.

Now her sighing gasps were accompanied by tears streaming down. She bit her lip.

'Don't cry dont cry dont cry!' she repeated within.

Pastor James turned to the congregation. He held out his right hand with the middle finger curled up. It was like an exact reverse of that common, rude gesture.

"She is a good girl!" he proclaimed.

The crowd let out the loudest collective breath so far.

They were ready.

Pastor James held his right hand over Becca's head.

"I declare you: Rebecca Anne Delors: a true Daughter of Eden!"

The congregation slowly rose to their feet.

Pastor held out his middle finger to Becca.

"Taste of the sweetness of our one true Eden... your own pure Gates."

She started sucking.

The congregation burst into applause.

If not for the distraction of tasting her own juices--

(It was not her first time... but it was her first time in public!)

--Becca's flowing tears would have turned her beautiful face into the shining wet face of her mother.

She blinked back those tears. She rejected them.

Pastor slowly withdrew his finger from between her lips. He did not wipe it: a freshly stripped, newly christened Daughter had licked it clean.

Becca was actually pleased. Based on her internal feelings, and on the amount of "finger-licking" moisture, she had responded respectfully with a minimum of feminine leakage.

Only one girl in anyone's lifetime memory had actually experienced the Pleasure on the altar. It was supposedly over twenty years ago. Her father would have been a young witness.

He never spoke of it... others did.

The unnamed girl started squirming and actually bit her tongue to try to suppress her moaning.

Then Pastor Mark--a white-haired gentle man who was soon to retire--slowly withdrew his finger. He quietly waited for the poor girl to finish.

As she blushed hot and sobbed, Mark turned to the audience. And he sucked his own finger.

There were gasps.

He turned back to the girl.

"Bless you, Daughter, for blessing me with the evening dews of your Primal Pleasure."

Pastor Mark bowed to her.

"You honor me."

Mark saved the day as well as the poor girl's last shred of dignity... whatever sticky, sweaty, naked dignity remained.

But now, it was Becca's turn for naked dignity. Pastor James took her hand. He led her frontwards to the stairs she had climbed before. Now, she didn't need to worry about tripping on anything resembling clothing.

Becca was totally nude.

But she still had to make damn sure she didn't trip!

As every single member of the congregation turned to take her in--a much closer front view; a view of one bared side; and finally a closer look at her lightly bouncing bottom--Becca had to suppress another sigh as to how young men did not have to face such a public ordeal.

Young men turning nineteen were consecrated in private: at an elder male family member's home. The privacy accorded males was allegedly because males "cannot hide their Pleasure."

There were naturally many whispers about what went on. All rumor-mongers agreed that there was total male nudity and "omnipresent erections" brought about by the telling of "pleasurable tales."

Once the young man was sufficiently erect, he was supposedly hooded and had has hands restrained behind his back. He was led into a room and pushed into a kneeling position on a bed. The soon-to-be Son of Adam soon realized that he was positioned between the legs of a bound, nude woman.

He was urged on by all the other naked men to "plant his Primal seed."

This was weird enough... it was the clearest survival of an Earth Mother fertility ritual. What was weirder yet was that the bound woman was someone chosen at random. She could be the young man's pretty teacher, attractive neighbor--or even his mother or sister.

Becca's thoughts returned to her own naked state. Pastor James had led the nude girl all the way back to the vestibule, with its dark-panelled walls, nearly blood-red carpet--and her waiting family.

She was shocked when her brother Seth was the first to approach.

Seth took both her hands.

"I am so sorry, Becca. I haven't always been the best big brother for you. I am so sorry that I ever called you a skinny little twerp!"

They both had to smile at that... although both had tears shining in their eyes.

He stepped back. He looked her over... not as a brother, but as a Son of Adam looks over a newly-naked Daughter of Eve.

Seth made certain that Becca knew that he SAW her before he met her gaze directly.

"You are a very beautiful woman. I love you!"

And they hugged.

He seemed reluctant to hold her tight, but Becca pressed inward. She was strangely thrilled to know that her nakedness had awakened her brother's Pleasure.

There was nothing weird or strange about it to her. They were both truly adults in this community now. The Pleasure was a gift from the Lord and they neither denied it nor desecrated it.

They accepted it.

Becca's family lined up to the left of the dark, heavy open doors. It looked for all the world like a receiving line at a wedding--except that the blushing bride was totally nude.

Pastor James addressed the waiting congregation:

"All are welcome to kiss our new Daughter. Those not yet consecrated may kiss her cheek. Those Sons who are consecrated may ask to kiss one of her Holy Areas. But you must ask her permission."

Becca sincerely thought this part was silly. It went on as some kind of dare... a "who will go first contest" among all of the eligible males present. Who would be the first to ask to kiss her little breasts? Who would make her turn around and bend to present her bottom cheeks for sweet kisses?

And... would anyone dare to ask to kiss her Pearly Gates?? with her mother and father and brother and Pastor James present??

As was custom, the three oldest men went first. All were widowers. All approached the bared body before them with a cautious eagerness.

As they leaned in to kiss one of Becca's cheeks, a hand or hands went decorously on her hip, on her waist, or on the small of her back. Becca loved that she was giving these dear elders such pleasure. She knew that could feel the warmth of her girlish blushes, and that they were inhaling all of the scents of her teenaged nakedness.

But that was the easy part. The good part was that the rest of the congregation came up as family units. The first two families had all or most elder males kissing her. A few of the younger males blushed and turned away... they were not yet ready to be confronted by a now full-grown, fully naked woman.

Then came her art teacher's family. Peter had a pretty, diminutive blonde wife who was perennialy pregnant. Becca should have know something was up when only the wife and the two daughters kissed her.

Peter held back.

"Becca: I am surprised that no one has told you what beautiful breasts you have. I beg permission to kiss each one."

There was silence. Becca didn't dare look at any member of her family.

Of course, Peter had already seen her naked once. All three eighteen-year-old girls in the Church school were required to pose nude at least once for class.

Becca thought she had felt so hotly embarrassed and warmly excited then--posing totally nude for the very first time for her older male teacher as well as for four very eager young men her own age. She was so much more of both right now that she feared her excitement was showing in her breasts and even in her Outer Gates!

"You may kiss my breasts, Son of Adam. But only the tips."

Did she just say that?? She did. Her voice sounded suddenly so mature and... dare she even think it? so sexy!

Becca couldn't help but glance at Peter's wife. Was her name Mary or Martha? She didn't look like a Martha.

Mary (or Martha) had a slight smile on her face. She was looking down. She would not watch her husband kiss the nipples of his nude teen student.

But Peter very properly gave each of Becca's nipples a quick, lips closed and dry, peck.

"Thank you, Daughter of Eve."

"Your desire honors me, Son of Adam."

There were nods and smiles all around as Peter's family departed. Becca was grateful to see Mary (?) playfully punch her husband's arm. They leaned into each other as they blinked into the outside sunlight.

Becca sighed, but... now the ice was broken. Nearly every elder male in each family kissed her breasts. Three younger consecrated males joined in the lovefest.

Becca's nipples were actually aching: she didn't think they had ever been this hard for this long! And they had to get this way with like 75 people to go!

With those naughty nipples now so achingly and so invitingly out there--nearly every elder male in every family asked for a nip kiss... in addition to several younger Sons.

Becca had lost count--was she more than halfway through?--when Jerry's family appeared in front of her.

Jerry--real name Jeremiah--was a young man her own age. He had turned nineteen a few months ago, and Becca was attending the Church school for eighteen-year-olds with him.

Jerry was tall and thin. He had dark blonde hair and old-fashioned glasses with which he was trying to match his hair color.

Becca was blushing furiously. Not only had Jerry seen her posing nude--he had made a very detailed sketch of her posterior regions when she had been required to bend and present said posterior to the class for their artistic edification.

Jerry had certainly gone into detail--he had captured not only the dark abyss between Becca's sweet bottom cheeks--he had drawn such an excellent representation of her rear Gates that a gynecologist could have hung it in his exam room!

She waited. Why was Jerry's father only kissing her facial cheeks? Why was he apparently deferring to his teenaged son?

Then Becca knew it: Jerry liked her and he had let his family know.

Was it possible to be so mortified that sweet little Becca's nearly all-over blush was suddenly replaced with a shock of white??

"Daughter of Eve: I beg your permission to kiss each cheek of your sweet bottom."

He had said it.

It was done.

It was out there!

Becca's family was right there too, but once again she didn't dare look at any of them!

"You may kiss each cheek as I bend for you, Son of Adam."

Becca turned and bent down, putting her hands on her knees. She stared at the dark red carpet.

What was taking so long? Was Jerry once again perusing the view of her rear Gates--this time up close and personal??

Then she felt him. Each kiss was so gentle.

She got up slowly and turned back just as slowly. Becca expected to see a look approximating satisfied lust. Instead, she saw a look on Jerry's glowing face in tone with the gentleness of his soft kisses.

"Thank you, Daughter of Eve."

"Your desire for me, honors me, Son of Adam."

And his face broke into a happy grin.

He and his family stepped away. Did anyone note that Becca had added the words "for me" to her response? She was sure Pastor did. And she knew that Jerry did.

And Becca knew that during her Pleasure tonight--make that her multiple Pleasures--her thoughts would be focused on a certain young man instead of a certain elder Pastor.

Now: the elder male in every family that greeted her choose either Becca's soft yet hard-nippled breasts or her cuppable firm yet equally soft little bottom for their chaste kisses.

No one had dared to ask for the ultimate: to kiss her Gates of Eden. But Becca knew now that that was inevitable. Before she put any of her clothes back on this morning, someone would kiss her slightly puffy, overly hairy Gates.

Of course that someone was cleverly waiting until the end. By that time, the poor girl's sweaty all-over blushes, combined with her unwanted but natural Pleasure, would leave a most interesting odor clinging to all of that hair down there!

Becca dutifully put up with all the requests for kisses. It seemed to be an endless line at this point. But Becca guessed there were only four or five families to go. And she knew who the last family would be.

She glanced to her left. There were quite a few more hangers-on than usual. They were ostensibly chatting, but their own, mostly male glances kept returning to her.

Who, really, would want to leave when they could spend a few more precious minutes watching a pretty, naked teenage girl getting kissed in so many special places?

Finally: it was the Walker family. Old man Walker had four grown sons and two grown daughters... each child brought their spouses. Suddenly, poor, naked, sweetly defenseless Becca was surrounded by thirteen people.

She knew thirteen was an evil number. And she knew this was being done deliberately. Every one knew how Becca loved numbers and calculations. They were practically mocking her math ability.

Really? Fifty-five males had passed by so far. Forty-two were of age. Twenty-nine had kissed her breasts; only six had kissed her bottom; seven had only kissed her upper cheeks.

Becca didn't even think of turning to her family or even Pastor for support. Old man Walker--Simon was only in his sixties!--ran a farm in town that supplied produce and poultry to big stores from the Maryland border into New York state.

He was all-powerful in Eden's Path.

Walker's farm employed probably half of the populace of the tiny hamlet. He was also a huge supporter of the Church. Everyone knew how much he dearly loved the Church rituals: the nude teen girl consecrations; the nearly-naked brides who would gradually be relieved of six of their seven veils at their weddings; and the complete, slow stripping from street clothes to full-blushing nudity of any outside female who wished--or rather: dared--to become a Church member.

Walker's sixteen-room home employed many young, mostly unmarried woman. They worked as naked maids, cooks, and even as servers clad only in lacy little aprons at his sumptuous parties.

Many thought they also served Walker and his male relatives in a much more personal manner--without their aprons.

"Regular people" who attended "regular churches" would be quite shocked at what it meant for their turkeys and tomatoes to be labeled: "a product of Walker's Farm: Eden's Path."

Simon himself was actually short and squatty. He tried to promote himself and project himself as "built."

Becca didn't see it. She took in a deep breath, thrust out her breasts, and stood with her legs even wider. She may have been nude, but she was not going to be intimidated!

Walker had short, cropped white hair. It was thought that he actually dyed it that way. He had such a consistently mean and sneering look--as if he was auditioning as the villain in some superhero movie.

His two sons-in law went first. They graciously asked Becca if they could kiss her cheeks simultaneously... her upper cheeks!

She knew something was up. She was being slowly set up.

Now, his two younger sons: both in their thirties. They asked if they could each kiss a nipple, at the same time.

Now: that got a shocked, hissing reaction from all who heard. One used the word "tips" or simply "breasts:" never the n-word.

Becca let out a big sigh and gave them permission. She barely felt the dry touch of their lips. She was too busy glaring back at Simon, who had not stopped taking in every revealed inch of her body from t-word to toes.

His two oldest sons followed. Oddly, all of the Walker "boys" were tall and thin... actually good-looking in a strangely nerdy way.

The Walker daughters and daughters-in-law appeared to have been cut from the same cookie cutter. Each cookie was artificially golden blonde, naturally leggy, and perhaps artificially big-breasted.

Becca knew what was coming next. She considered whirling her body around, bending over and wordlessly presenting her bare bottom.

No; that would have been too much! She waited somewhat impatiently for the formal request.

"Daughter of Eve," one of them began.

"We beg your permission to kiss each cheek of your sweet buttocks... "

"...at the same time," the other concluded.

Everyone was now beyond gasps and hisses. There was an all-around stoic sense of all involved just getting through it.

"You may both kiss each butt cheek as I bend for you, Sons of Adam." And now Becca actually did her whirl and placed a hand on each cheek and actually spread them as she bent over.

It was definitely another "pin drop" moment!

As she hoped for, the kisses were quick. The "boys" undoubtedly had to be careful not to butt heads while kissing her butt!

Becca doubted that they even took the time to check out her Gates from the rear--or even her most-naughty of openings that she was naughtily revealing.

When she stood back and turned, she let out one serious breath. At this point, she would have welcomed even putting a bra on... and Becca hated wearing bras.

This was all supposed to get a girl used to being naked... although she would never be quite this naked again.

During her wedding ceremony, once the sixth veil was removed, Becca would only be "wearing" veil number seven. It would be a thin, narrow strip of white cloth, tied around her waist with a white thread.

The seventh veil would be appropriately weighted down at the end with a pearl. At one inch in width, it would barely cover her genitals from her own Pearl, down to the sacred Entrance some called "The Hole-y of Holies."

Newlywed girls had to be trained how to walk so gingerly during their wedding reception. Nearly every girl totally shaved down there to at least attempt some decorum.

Only the groom would be allowed to remove her seventh veil--in the wedding bed.

Becca could not resist placing her hands on her bare hips as she once again glared back at Simon Walker. In "real world" parlance, his eyes were "devouring her."

Then: he stopped. He looked directly into her eyes. His gaze actually softened.

It was happening. Becca involuntarily stiffened her body.

"Daughter of Eve: this humble Son of Adam begs your permission... to kiss, and to taste, your sacred Pearl."

Why didn't anyone warn her of this? That this "in-theory only" possiblity was actually a present reality? Becca had only attended one consecration, and her family had not stayed to this bitter end.

She knew that Simon had every right as the true Eldest. He had been taken charge of his father's business twenty years ago; and his father had died ten years ago.

Had he been the first to taste each newly-naked young lady's Pearls for fifteen years?!

Becca sensed the males around her tensing up. Her father; her brother--even Pastor James. It was their natural tendency to protect this sweet, vulnerable, very nude young thing.

But they couldn't.

It was up to her.

She could refuse...

"Son of Adam," that came out in one released breath. "You honor me with your desire. You may kiss... and taste my Pearl. But you will have to kneel before me!"

Becca knew the words; the correct responses. Everything had been drilled into her over the past year.

Then: it had seemed something of a by-rote only unreality.

Now: it was real. A man in his sixties would be the first to taste Becca's pink and pearly-white love nub.

She decided that her long legs were far enough apart. But she swore that she would not look down upon the top of Simon's white head during the proceedings.

Becca kept her hands on her hips. That was allowed. She had been told that some girls presented their nude bodies by demurely putting their hands behind their backs; others more wantonly placed their hands in their hair.

Hands on hips was right for her. It held just the right measure of bold naked female bold defiance.

'I will not look down. I will not look down.'

Instead, she looked to the two couples who still remained. Both women were pretty: one a slim and leggy honey-blonde; the other a voluptuous to the point of plump brunette.

Didn't they give their husbands enough Pleasures at home?

Both women looked down. The men looked guiltily away as they felt Becca's gaze. Instead, they looked to the dark wood box atop the table padded in deep, blood-red material. Their sacred cellphones were deposited within. They both looked as though they were willing their phones to rise so that they could more permanently record this intimate moment.

Becca felt Simon's hot breath first. Was he hesitating? No: he was deliberately blowing hot air on her poky Pearl.

She wondered how poky it was. All of this stripping and nudity and groping and fingering and touching had had an undeniable affect on her.

Becca was a woman now. Her body was only responding as it should.

His lips were next. They were wet lips--not dry. Simon gave her such a sweet, soft kiss, that Becca had to supress a pleasurable sigh.

Then his tongue suddenly went to work. And poor little sweaty and nakedly open Miss Rebecca Anne Delors had never experienced anything like it.

Simon Walker's talented tongue was swirling around her Pearl--then rudely flicking it.

Becca--rather: Becca's body--loved both. She wanted so desperately to begin to swirl her naked hips in perfect timing with that tongue.

Simon technically only had seven seconds. Pastor James was supposed to be silently counting. Ever-counting Rebecca had lost all track of time.

This was the meaning, the very definition of Pleasure.

She suddenly knew the time must be almost up, so... almost without thinking, Rebecca tensed the muscles in her thighs and buttocks. No one was that closely watching the spectacle. So she pushed her lower body incrementally into Simon Walker's mouth.

He looked up--startled.

Rebecca had to look down.

'Sweet, beautiful girl,' he slowly mouthed.

'Thank you, sir,' she mouthed back.

Simon stood up and stepped back. Out of deference to all, he refrained from licking his lips. He nodded to all, and then his party of thirteen stepped out into the sun.

Rebecca... odd... she was now only thinking of herself as Rebecca. Becca had been a cute, sweet little girl. Rebecca was a beautiful, totally nude woman, on the precipice of knowing pure, pure Pleasure.

Pastor James moved in front of her. Her family finally ceased acting as statuary and closed ranks around her.

"Rebecca Anne Delors: the Community that is the Church has welcomed you. They have blessed your body with their kisses."

He made the sign of the fig leaf: sketching its outline in the air and then mimicking its falling.

"Go into our Community as a true Daughter of Eve. You may go dressed--or undressed--the choice is yours.

Be naked and not ashamed!"

Rebecca's mother burst into fresh tears.

"Some clothes, Mom?" she asked to distract her.

Mom turned and picked up a nondescript tote bag.

Yes: in "olden days" young women really did walk out of Church in the nude. They stayed that way throughout their consecration party.

Rebecca's mom was having none of that. She had overheard her mom on her phone;

"Oh no: everyone has to be dressed. And that means no fig leaves!"

Fig leaf parties were briefly "a thing."

Rebecca reached into the tote and pulled out her shorts, her tee-shirt, and her sandals.

"Panties, dear?" her mother whispered.

Rebecca ignored her. She bent each leg and pulled up each bare foot to get each sandal on... while she was naked.

The three males turned away and pretended to be talking. Rebecca's mother actually "tsk-tsked."

Then she pulled her shirt over her head. Rebecca made sure that it was nice and tight over her breasts: the breasts that had been declared "beautiful."

She was still bottomless.

Everyone was turned away now--except Pastor James. He alone of the men's group was facing her.

Rebecca pulled her shorts slowly up... but she left the buttons wide open. Almost all of her bushy tangled triangle of hair was visible.

Pastor was looking... and smiling.

'Do you like me?' she mouthed.

'You are a sweet girl,' he mouthed back.

(There sure was a lot of mouthing off going on, she thought. Was this a church or a lip-readers convention?)

Hmmm... Rebecca considered as she buttoned things up. It was a good answer, although admittedly non-committal. He pointedly did not mouth "MY sweet girl."

Pastor was now only a remote possibility... and he would naturally require marriage before Pleasure. Jeremiah was more of a "sure thing." Jerry had kept his intricately detailed drawing of her rear Gates and of both holy and unholy holes.

She wondered if he pulled it out at home... pulled out the drawing!

Wouldn't he like to touch and taste her holy--and even her unholy areas? The Church of course promoted marriage before all that--but then they taught young men and women ways to achieve Pleasure without making babies.

Thoughts of Jerry comparing his drawing to the real thing as she stood naked--and once again bent over in front of him--made Rebecca tingle in ways that were so delightful that she briefly regretted not wearing panties to absorb her "evening dew."

She had to blink as the whole family stepped out into the sunlight; feet crunching on all the gravel.

The big SUV was finally packed with its human cargo and pulled out slowly.

It was the same family car.

The gravel road passed through the copse of trees that hid the unmarked Church entrance.

They were the same trees.

Dad made a left--stopping and signaling despite the lack of traffic.

It was the same paved road that was first framed on both sides by the same farmers' fields.

But... nothing was the same.

After everything that had happened to her today, Rebecca Anne Delors knew with certainty that she would never ever be the same.