Julia

If any of you are following my other blog "Full Time Lara", I have to say I'm having a lot of fun writing it.

I think it's because it's about me, even though technically it's fiction. But it's about me, my childhood, and what I would have wanted to do.

Through high school I learned to become independent. Julia is the one who helped me get over my depression after Teresa, and helped me become a stronger person. Even though Teresa and I were lovers, Julia was truly my real friend all along.

We were best friends in elementary school. Then during the sixth grade, Julia developed a passion for boys, pop music, pop fashion, jewelry, and all the things that girls get into at that age. Well, I think she had a passion for that stuff for awhile, but she found a group of friends who were heavy into it, and she got sucked up.

And at that time, I met Teresa.

All throughout middle school I spent my time with Teresa. Teresa was very much like me in that she was introverted, quiet, and very horny! But Teresa was very independent, and never shy to take initiative. I needed a new friend after Julia was spending most of her time with the "chic" gang. So, we stuck together pretty well.

Meanwhile, Julia was enjoying her friends throughout middle school, but was being held back by her father. Her father and mother were strict-Christian types, and forbade her from having boyfriends, dating, going to dances, and wearing make-up. Julia tried her best to fit in with her clique, but she was getting frustrated.

By the time we entered high school, Teresa was growing tired of me. I did my best to satisfy her demands for sex, but every year she needed something more creative and daring, and I just couldn't bear it any longer. I'd complain and cry, and she'd get angry.

Julia had practically given up on her group of friends. They were all dating with boyfriends, having sex, going to dances, going to parties, but her father still would not allow her to enjoy any of it. High school brought out yet a greater separation between her and her friends that she drifted away from them.

That's how she and I rekindled our friendship.

I had already become a full time nudist by then, and due to Teresa, had shed much of my inhibitions away. Julia was seeking some kind of avenue to satisfy her sexual urges, and opted to visit me regularly. We'd spend time in my bedroom, and I would tell her about my affair with Teresa, while she listened.

Julia was not a lesbian, and there was nothing sexual or romantic between us. But I did love her.

She found great interest in hearing my sexual encounters with Teresa. I would go on to tell her about my fantasies as if there were nothing shameful about them. She was conflicted with her strict Christian upbringing. She felt tempted and aroused by my stories, but she was worried about disappointing her father and felt troubled by the feelings she felt.

I don't know if she would have accepted me as her friend if I had been a lesbian all along. But she came back to being my best friend because in her mind, I was still her friend.

I had this dream of leaving South Carolina and finding greener pastures in California. She wanted to attend Indiana Tech. We kept writing to each other for about a year after high school, but we drifted apart.

I hope she found peace and happiness.