Not too long after I turned 19, my friend who had been a nudist all her life, invited me to a summer camp. A camp for young adults who appreciated the joy of being free, frolicking nude in the sun. Even though I was the prude type, I never kissed a boy, I felt this tingling passing through my lower abdomen when I visualized what it could be like. I was excited but terrified at the same time. I had never shown myself nude to a boy before. The idea of showing my most intimate, sacred parts to so many people petrified me. I told my friend that I would think about it and let her know my decision the following morning. When I woke up, I knew. I knew that this summer camp was for me. A little voice inside of me kept repeating, "Amelia, you are woman. You are beautiful. Embrace your true nature. Come join us!" It felt right, I felt at peace, free, beautiful and womanly.

Two weeks later, there I was, at the nudist camp. Despite my excitement of finally being there, I felt nervous. Would the people there accept me? Would I get red-faced seeing nude men so close to me? While I was asking myself those questions, my friend had already taken off all her clothes. It was now my turn. I gasped. A minute later, I was nude just as I was created. It felt right. We looked at each others and started to laugh. This was so exciting. "Let's go find the boys", my friend said. There they were, a group of young men, playing volleyball, jumping and running in the nude. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I felt that tingling again in my lower abdomen, but this time, it was stronger, much stronger. My friend told me, "Don't look at their fun stick Amelia or you'll get red-faced". But the urge was too strong. I had to look. The sound of their limp appendage flopping on their abdomen and thighs nearly put me in a trance. I could only marvel at the beauty of what I was seeing. Beautiful men, playing as nature intended, nude and free.

One of the young men asked my friend who I was. She said, "Scott, this is Amelia, my friend". He was tall, blond, blue eyes and compared to the other men, he was very gifted. He said hi. I could barely answer in a coherent manner. I was smitten. He told me, "Amelia, you are absolutely beautiful. How I wish I could get to know you better, be your friend and share good moments. You'll enjoy your summer with us Amelia. Welcome home!" And I felt at home, loved and cherished. My new friends that a barely new felt like best friends.

I was spending more and more time with Scott. I learned so much from him. He showed me how to be me, how to be a woman. He made me realize that my secret garden was in fact a pleasure garden. He showed me how majestic an erect phallus was. He taught me how not to be afraid of my desires and impulses. He showed me what bliss was. We connected mentally, spiritually and sexually. The following summer, I returned to the nudist camp, hoping to see Scott again. Sadly, it wasn't meant to be. Our beautiful story ended. He wasn't there. I enjoyed my time nonetheless, peeking at the bare bums and all the rest. But Scott was who I wanted to share my pleasure box with, one more time.