| Post Your True Sex Story |
|
MENU
NEWEST EROTIC STORIES
EROTIC STORIES ARCHIVE
April 2024 (6)
March 2024 (25)
February 2024 (37)
January 2024 (26)
December 2023 (43)
November 2023 (37)
October 2023 (28)
September 2023 (21)
August 2023 (29)
July 2023 (23)
June 2023 (16)
May 2023 (17)
April 2023 (31)
March 2023 (24)
February 2023 (24)
January 2023 (26)
December 2022 (26)
November 2022 (30)
October 2022 (24)
September 2022 (36)
August 2022 (36)
July 2022 (25)
June 2022 (27)
May 2022 (38)
April 2022 (28)
March 2022 (20)
February 2022 (31)
January 2022 (23)
December 2021 (25)
November 2021 (29)
October 2021 (24)
September 2021 (20)
August 2021 (25)
July 2021 (23)
June 2021 (34)
May 2021 (23)
April 2021 (43)
March 2021 (34)
February 2021 (36)
January 2021 (40)
December 2020 (33)
November 2020 (21)
October 2020 (28)
September 2020 (35)
August 2020 (35)
July 2020 (19)
June 2020 (25)
May 2020 (29)
April 2020 (30)
March 2020 (30)
February 2020 (31)
January 2020 (55)
December 2019 (41)
November 2019 (38)
October 2019 (36)
September 2019 (33)
August 2019 (42)
July 2019 (31)
June 2019 (25)
May 2019 (32)
April 2019 (34)
March 2019 (30)
February 2019 (37)
January 2019 (26)
December 2018 (21)
November 2018 (32)
October 2018 (27)
September 2018 (52)
August 2018 (38)
July 2018 (26)
June 2018 (27)
May 2018 (30)
April 2018 (24)
March 2018 (29)
February 2018 (19)
January 2018 (26)
December 2017 (15)
November 2017 (24)
October 2017 (22)
September 2017 (26)
August 2017 (28)
July 2017 (28)
June 2017 (29)
May 2017 (30)
April 2017 (22)
March 2017 (29)
February 2017 (26)
January 2017 (26)
December 2016 (53)
November 2016 (42)
October 2016 (27)
September 2016 (25)
August 2016 (38)
July 2016 (31)
June 2016 (27)
May 2016 (41)
April 2016 (40)
March 2016 (34)
February 2016 (34)
January 2016 (33)
December 2015 (29)
November 2015 (33)
October 2015 (29)
September 2015 (23)
August 2015 (18)
July 2015 (23)
June 2015 (11)
May 2015 (19)
April 2015 (11)
March 2015 (22)
February 2015 (21)
January 2015 (19)
December 2014 (18)
November 2014 (15)
October 2014 (27)
September 2014 (19)
August 2014 (16)
July 2014 (15)
June 2014 (17)
May 2014 (14)
April 2014 (20)
March 2014 (18)
February 2014 (16)
January 2014 (22)
December 2013 (25)
November 2013 (24)
October 2013 (20)
September 2013 (25)
August 2013 (23)
July 2013 (28)
June 2013 (27)
May 2013 (27)
April 2013 (24)
March 2013 (27)
February 2013 (18)
January 2013 (25)
December 2012 (18)
November 2012 (56)
October 2012 (21)
September 2012 (30)
August 2012 (25)
July 2012 (30)
June 2012 (41)
May 2012 (37)
April 2012 (24)
March 2012 (38)
February 2012 (40)
January 2012 (37)
December 2011 (27)
November 2011 (23)
October 2011 (35)
September 2011 (37)
August 2011 (40)
July 2011 (30)
June 2011 (32)
May 2011 (26)
April 2011 (16)
March 2011 (24)
February 2011 (16)
January 2011 (22)
December 2010 (23)
November 2010 (19)
October 2010 (29)
September 2010 (27)
August 2010 (23)
July 2010 (27)
June 2010 (18)
May 2010 (27)
April 2010 (18)
March 2010 (30)
February 2010 (26)
January 2010 (28)
December 2009 (23)
November 2009 (20)
October 2009 (31)
September 2009 (31)
August 2009 (31)
July 2009 (53)
June 2009 (65)
May 2009 (43)
April 2009 (27)
March 2009 (36)
February 2009 (15)
January 2009 (15)
December 2008 (22)
November 2008 (15)
October 2008 (40)
September 2008 (32)
August 2008 (22)
July 2008 (52)
June 2008 (27)
May 2008 (64)
April 2008 (24)
March 2008 (36)
February 2008 (34)
January 2008 (21)
December 2007 (13)
November 2007 (33)
October 2007 (20)
September 2007 (24)
August 2007 (17)
July 2007 (33)
June 2007 (49)
May 2007 (20)
April 2007 (11)
March 2007 (63)
February 2007 (17)
January 2007 (24)
December 2006 (19)
November 2006 (15)
LINKS
HOT LINKS     |
29/08/2019
Intro: Part 4. Heidi's spirits are lifted by a reunion and a new challenge. Read parts 1-3 first.
Chapter Eight - The Grey Fog.
My suspension from work continued, past the second week and into the third. The trauma of my exposure and its aftermath had subsided significantly, and like Barbara LeFleur, I was sliding into a greater level of obscurity. The secret to coping was not to dig too deep, as like Barbara, my story, and especially in my case, my pictures, would always be there if you looked hard enough.
As my suspension dragged on I found myself slipping into a kind of grey fog. The last few weeks had been such a shock to my system that I felt like I had some sort of PTSD.
I was not prepared to use the counselling services I had been offered, as being company sponsored, I did not trust their confidentiality and impartiality. Instead I decided to self medicate with large doses of masturbation. My life became a dull routine of banal household chores and self abuse. The bruises on my arms had healed, but I felt bruised inside. Despite imagining some pretty bizarre situations, and an increasingly prevalent fixation on being observed by women in my fantasies, I was numbly unsatisfied and unfulfilled. Real life risky behaviour, to perk things up, was not worth attempting again, so close to my HR investigation.
My love life with Bill was also dying on the vine. As you might imagine, in the first couple of weeks after the challenge, when emotions were running high, we were at it like bunnies. Now it had dwindled and Bill seemed distracted, while I was beginning some serious self questioning of my orientation. It seemed ironic that the very thing that was supposed to revitalise our sex life might well end up killing it.
Some mornings, after Bill had left for work, it was hard to even drag myself out of bed. Thursday was one such day. Bill was leaving tomorrow for a four day tech conference on the west coast, and was not due to return until the day before my final HR meeting. The thought of being alone with my obsessions for this long was frightening me. I had managed to get up but was dressed in a crumpled old, grey sweat suit with my unwashed hair scraped up into a lank ponytail. I had just started loading the washing machine in the laundry basement when Holly and Meg came in to use the dryer. I was pleased to see them, but mortified at what I imagined was my gross appearance.
“Hey Babygirl, wow you just got up? You look a bit disconnected” I started to explain I was having a tough time, and then it all poured out: About Bill, About my job. My fear that I had blown everything.
“Ok drinks at ours tomorrow. Girl’s Night! We could all do with some fun. We’ll crank the cheesy disco cds and sink a few beers. Ok?” said Holly
“Alright, count me in. Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your sweet self and a six-pack, dress casual, but not that casual” laughed Meg, eyeing my sweat suit, and wrinkling her nose in mock disgust.
Chapter Nine - Girls’ Night
Friday morning I awoke to find the fog had lifted.
By 6:15, I was up, showered and with squeaky-clean hair, ready to drive Bill to the airport for his trip to the west coast. After dropping him off at MSP, I drove home (fully clothed, and without stopping at any parks!) I ran a few errands, and chilled for the rest of the afternoon before choosing what to wear that night…For Girls’ Night. I was feeling so much better than I had over the last month, and I was hopeful that a few laughs and some supportive company was just what I needed to carry me through the final few days before my big showdown with HR
At eight o’clock I climbed the fire escape to Holly and Meg’s and knocked on the door. I was wearing my favorite spangly top and some tight fitting jeans. Tight enough to make my butt look firm but not so tight as to be uncomfortable or give me a camel toe! Holly answered the door and invited me in, She smiled, and genuinely looked pleased to see me. “Hey Heidi, you’ve scrubbed up well, come on in!” Then yelled back into the apartment “Meg! Babygirl’s here! She’s brought your favorite beer!” I was standing just inside the doorway, clutching my six-pack of Suttle EPA, while Elton, the girls seal point was rubbing his side against my leg and purring like crazy. “Someone remembers his Auntie Heidi, who fed him when mommy and mommy had to go out of town!” This had been a couple of months ago and was the last time I had been in the flat. Holly grabbed the beers from me, split the pack and dumped them in the ice filled sink. She thrust a cold one at me from the pile of bottles already sat there.
Meg came up and kissed me hello, and the three of us settled on the couch in the living area with our drinks, while Elton flitted between our legs, batting his twisted rope mouse around the rug. We sat and chit chatted about how different their apartment was to mine and Bill’s. The girls’ apartment was more open-plan, with the living area divided by a breakfast bar to form a kitchen-diner. The extra space came from sacrificing the second bedroom which Bill and I used for our den. Holly and Meg had decorated since Bill and I cat-sat, and I complemented them on the new look. In addition to the remodelling they had also installed an expensive-looking home theatre setup complete with (as I later found out) 72’’ x 60’’ screen and some DTS HD thingy for the soundtrack. This impressive piece of kit now dominated the room, with the screen covering most of the wall facing the sofa. “Ah, I see you’ve spotted Meg’s new toy!” said Holly with a wink. Don’t say anything. Or she’ll bore your tits off demonstrating it for the next hour .” Meg shot her a look of mock outrage. “You have no appreciation of quality cinema” “Maybe so “ said Holly, “All I know is: when I watch a movie, I don’t want it to be in Hungarian with subtitles! If you want to demo your baby, use a quality piece of art like this!” She sprang to her feet and plucked an obviously cherished Blue ray edition of Titanic from the bookshelf.
“Oh God, ok” said Meg “but I’m not playing the 3D version, it makes me feel seasick . We’ll go with 2d to show Heidi how sharp the definition is!” “Alright nerd girl” huffed Holly. “Just crank the Kate and Leo!”
Meg reached for her remote control, and in few seconds the massive sepia image of a ship seemed to cover the wall, while the surround sound speakers filled the room with lilting Celtic music.
“IT’S CERTAINLY IMPRESSIVE” I had to raise my voice over the warbling flute. “JUST LIKE THE MOVIES, ONLY WITHOUT POPCORN ON THE CARPET AND THE THREAT OF SOMEONE MASTURBATING NEXT TO YOU!”
“The night is young” laughed Meg with a comedy leer, looking pointedly at my empty beer bottle. I knew she was only joking, but I still felt my stomach flip. She dropped the volume to a more bearable level. “Anyway, apparently the old hag who lives downstairs has gone out for the evening so we shouldn’t get any noise complaints!” said Holly as she bounded up to answer the doorbell which had just rung.
I looked over towards the door as Meg paused the film, and began scrolling through a series of set up menus. I had assumed it was just the three of us, and wasn’t sure I wanted to meet any of their other friends. Holly came back around the corner, grinning “Look what I found” then stepped aside to reveal the new arrivals: Renee and Anna, the two other witnesses from my dare.
If someone had been asked to provide two women with a more contrasting body type they would have found it hard to top these two as they stood side by side.
Anna was slightly shorter than me, about 5’3’’ and probably weighed around 160lb I would guess. She had a voluptuous figure and very impressive bust. Her hair was a natural Scandinavian blonde and her complexion usually pale unless embarrassed or excited, when her face and chest would flush a delightful shade of pink. I had noticed this phenomenon during the dare challenge, but I was surprised that, as she approached me now, when I was fully clothed, I could see her blush yet again. It seemed like I just unnerved her!
Renee , the other arrival was a total contrast physically and in manner. Standing at 5’11’’ and 130lb she held herself with a cool self confidence. She had a slim, small breasted, athletic figure. She wore her hair in shoulder length braids. As the only African American among us bunch of white gals, her rich skin tone was another contrast to the white/pink combo that Anna was currently sporting.
“Hey” said Meg. “Now we got ourselves a proper reunion!” I realised that this was the first time since the challenge nearly six weeks ago that myself and all the female witnesses were together. Renee I see quite a bit, as Bill and her boyfriend Vince are best buds. Holly and Meg I see most days as neighbors getting the mail or emptying the trash. Anna (or Pinky as Meg was insisting on calling her) I hadn’t seen since meeting her for the very first time on the day of my fateful stripping and walk. The girls joined Meg and myself in the living area. Renee took an armchair in the corner, while Pinky/Anna squeezed between Meg and I on the sofa. Holly had relieved the pair of their six-packs and performed the new for cold exchange before rejoining us.
“What’s on at the IMAX?” Renee asked nodding towards the giant screen.
“Holly’s boring us all with Titanic” said Meg. “Oh I love that movie!” said Pinky.
“No Meghan’s boring us all with her nerd machine!” “I’m making it more bearable with the fine Leonardo DiCaprio” Holly gazed wistfully at the screen. “You know If I absolutely had to .. you know … do it with a boy.”… she trailed off.
“Oh my God!” Meg howled. “You so would not! You don’t even like men! What’s he gonna do with a ginger lesbian like you?”
“Well he’s pretty androgynous” laughed Holly “And he looks just like my first girlfriend in high school!”
We were all laughing now. I loved the way Meg and Holly were always ragging on each other, saying the most outrageous things, yet you could clearly see that they adored each other.
I couldn’t help comparing their relationship with mine and Bill’s. Bill and I had always had a good relationship, but the laughs had been few and far between lately.
I snapped back from my maudlin thoughts, and turned my attention to Meg.
“ Right I’m taking requests for two scenes, and two scenes only! Then its disco time!
“Ooh I want Jack’s death at the end!” shrieked Holly
“Hang on” said Meg “Five minutes ago you wanted to fuck him, now you want him dead!” “Anyway if you watch that you’ll be crying all night again!” “Anyone else?”
“Spooning on the front of the ship - You know - ‘I’m flying’ said Pinky
“Good choice” said Meg and scrolled through to find the scene.
We watched as the giant image of Kate Winslet standing at the prow of the ship with arms outstretched,
lit up the screen. I was reminded of my pose at the beginning of my dare. As soon as this thought entered my head, Holly piped up “ Hey she looks like you did against the tree Babygirl! ‘cept I can’t see her tits!”
Everyone was laughing again, myself included, even though I felt my cheeks burn in competition with Pinky.
“I think you’ll find my pose was closer to that of Jesus!” I replied with mock seriousness. Again all laughed but I saw Renee widen her eyes at my blasphemous joke.
“Ok” said Meg “My choice now. This is the best scene!” She hit the remote and it cut to Rose disrobing and laying on the couch for Jack to draw her portrait.
Holly shrieked again “Oh my God! Its you again Babygirl. The only one naked, lying down to provide entertainment for everyone!” She stood “Beer run! Who needs a new one from the kitchen?”
“I will” I said, feeling really flushed now, but happy with the gentle teasing. “But first I need to get rid of the last one!” I headed for the bathroom, swaying slightly. “How many had I drunk already?” I thought to myself, remembering what happened last time I drank five in a row!”
I was having a good time. It was cool to have a group of female friends. It was how I imagined being in a sorority would be. I had not had the opportunity in college as I was a bit of a nerd and kept myself to myself. Like a sorority, we were a group of disparate girls bonded through some weird sexual initiation rite. The main difference being that I had been the only pledge to undergo a hazing!
I left the bathroom to find Meg waiting. “Can I ask you something Heidi?” I nodded, mystified.
“Say no if you want, and I won’t bring it up again. But I’ve got a HD download of your dare videos and pics. I know you watched it with Bill, and the rest of us girls have sneaked a peek online (except Pinky, who said her mom would kill her.”) I would like to celebrate this reunion, by us all watching it together.
I think you’ll be amazed when you see yourself doing your stuff on a six by five foot screen. You will blow Kate Winslet out the water! No pun intended! It’ll be like your film premiere. You can do a Q&A after!”
I was stunned, I honestly couldn’t think straight. I began to shake and my panties began to dampen.
Then I thought “Why not?” I wanted to see it! They wanted to see it! I wanted them to see it!
I looked at Meg and said “Ok lets do this! But let me sit down before I fall down.
We rejoined the others in the living area, and Meg killed the music that had been playing. “Ok ladies Babygirl here has kindly agreed to share her lovely body with us again” (Oh my God I didn’t know where to look) “So without further ado, I present to you, Heidi’s Dare Challenge 2016.”
As it began, a sweetly unexpected thing happened. Pinky put her hand in mine and gripped it tightly.
Chapter Ten - Meet The Gang
So, we watched it all. The naked walk. The peeing. The masturbation. Most of it I found mortifyingly embarrassing. Some of it was unintentionally funny, like my look of shock when I recognised Meg and Holly approaching around the lake. Or when comparison was drawn again between my pose at the tree and Titanic. Meg said “Yeah, I can see it now, it just needs a soundtrack : a bit of Celine Dion under it.”
Holly said “I could do with a bit of Celine Dion under me!” “God Holly! Is there anyone from that movie you don’t want to fuck?” said Meg in mock exasperation.
I found watching all of it, and reliving the feelings, very arousing, and judging by the way Pinky gripped my hand and pressed her warm thigh against mine, it was having the same effect on her!
After the video, the pictures were shown in the slide show that Bill had put together. However Meg did not advance the sequence to my driver’s licence, ending instead on the close up of my vagina which she left displayed on the screen.
Meg rose to her feet and waited for the spontaneous applause that had broken out to die down.
“ I was going to get Heidi to do a Q&A for us straight away, but she looks a bit overwhelmed, so I think we should give her few moments”
“Meg?” I raised my hand.
“Yes Babygirl?”
“Can you please also turn off that giant picture of my hoo-ha, It looks like The Little Shop Of Horrors.”
“Oh yeah, sorry Heidi, but look! I can do this as well”: She flipped the mirror on the projector, and the image disappeared from the screen, only to reappear on the ceiling! “Look! Invasion of the killer vaginas!”
“Oh cool” said Holly “I definitely won’t be hiding in a bunker when that day comes!”
Meg finally killed the image and replaced it with the light show of random patterns that had accompanied the music earlier.
“Ok ladies, back to the program. Since us five have been kinda thrown together, I suggest we go round the room and give a short introduction, like you were the new girl in class”
“Or at a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting” I suggested.
“Who’s first? Come on Holly!”
Holly.
Holly sprang to her feet, and stood in front of the screen as if she were about to begin a PowerPoint presentation. A petite, Irish, firecracker with long, frizzy, red hair and freckles, Holly was, at twenty three, the baby of the bunch. She began to rapidly fire off her personal history : Holly said she had known she was gay ‘for ever.’ She had never been intimate with a man because ‘boys have cooties’. She came out to her family at fourteen. Her parents and siblings had been very supportive of her, which she said made her feel lucky and had given her the confidence to always be herself. After several relationships in high school, she finally met the love of her life (she winked at Meg) at the tender age of sixteen. Holly and Meg had been together ever since. They had moved in to their apartment together, with Holly’s parents’ blessing shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Two years later they got their cat Elton from a rescue shelter, making their family complete. Holly taught first grade in a local elementary school and said she loved all her ‘little munchkins’ With a bow Holly retook her seat, and gestured for Meg to take the floor.
Meg.
Meg took her place in front of the screen, and despite maintaining her jokey manner, appeared somewhat nervous. She began by introducing herself as ‘the other half of this comedy duo’ She said she had been born in Minneapolis and always lived in the Twin Cities area. At twenty eight, she was five years older than Holly. Meg said she would like to set the record straight concerning their courtship, as she did not want anyone to think her a cradle-snatcher. When she was twenty one she had been hanging out at a college friend’s house, and had been only vaguely aware of her friend’s ‘ginger brat of a kid sister’ At this time Meg was not out, or in fact, really sure of her sexuality, having dated only boys
throughout high school and as a freshman. Her friend had left Meg alone with the kid sister, in the family room, while she went to talk to her mom. After twenty minutes alone together, Holly had managed to position her tongue into Meg’s mouth and her hand down the front of Meg’s panties. “The rest”. Meg said, “is history”.
Meg worked in a very boring marketing job, which she hated. She said her ideal occupation would be to ‘watch movies for a living’
Renee.
Renee took her position in front of the screen as though ready to command a spin class. Her athletic physique was clad in form-fitting sports attire.
At thirty two, Renee was the oldest of our gang. She was born in Minneapolis and raised by her mother and Pastor father in what she sarcastically referred to as ‘Minnesota’s thriving black community’ (basically her family and Prince r.i.p) She majored in Bible Studies at university, but was also heavily involved in track and field, and ran hurdles at state level. She met and began dating Vince, a pole vaulter, on a sports scholarship, when they were both twenty two. Ten years later, they were still a couple, having worked, together and separately, as personal trainers at various gyms in the Twin Cities area. Renee and Vince were currently trying to grow their sports attire company from out of their St Paul home.
Renee said that she had been friends with me for a while, as Vince and Bill were best buddies, having gone to high school together. “However”, she said with a grin, she “had definitely seen a lot more of me lately!”
Renee said that her father had no problem with Vince being white. Just that he was Italian, Catholic, and hadn’t asked his daughter to marry him in spite of being together for ten years! She said that this had made for some interesting Thanksgiving dinners over the years. With a nod of thanks Renee returned to her seat.
Anna/Pinky
After a long pause, leading us to believe she might bail, Anna nervously took to the floor. She blinked at the four other women seated before her, and haltingly began narrating her story. Anna, or Pinky as she would now always be known to us, was, at twenty four, the second youngest of our group. She was the only one who still lived with her parents. Born in rural Minnesota and raised on a farm, she had moved to St Paul, age twelve, when her father had taken a position at a major dairy distributor based in the capital city. Her introduction to junior high in the city was traumatic: she felt like a hick, lacking the sophistication of her urban and urbane classmates. The move from the farm had also unfortunately coincided with the onset of puberty. Developing earlier, and at a much more rapid pace than most of her contemporaries, she had been teased and mocked mercilessly by the other girls. As her body burst into womanhood with frightening speed, she developed the full figure and truly impressive bust that she sported today. This explosive flowering, combined with her country persona, and her dad’s job, had led one particularly catty girl to suggest that ‘she needed to be milked with the rest of the herd!’
From today’s perspective, Pinky realised that most of the torment and nasty comments she had suffered, were from classmates who were filled with jealousy and insecurity concerning their own developing bodies. At the time, though, the bullying had a devastating effect on her confidence and body self image. She experienced feelings of shame and a tendency to blush at the smallest embarrassment, as she was now demonstrating, shifting from foot to foot as she told her story.
At seventeen, her mother’s concern for Anna’s crippling shyness had led to a doctor who had suggested anti-anxiety medication. Fortunately her mother had rejected this and sought a second opinion from a therapist who instead taught Anna some mental exercises she could use to put her feelings into perspective. It was also suggested that she take a part time job, as a way of boosting her confidence and self esteem. She had found a position in a local second hand record store, and loved it so much that seven years later, she still worked one shift a week, despite holding down a full time job in admin for her father’s dairy business. Always an avid music fan, Pinky found that talking to strangers about something for which she had passion and knowledge, helped to bring her out of herself and calmed the feelings of shyness and anxiety that sometimes threatened to overwhelm her.
It was at the record store some three months ago that she had met and started dating Tony. He had come in trying to source a long list of obscure, death-metal cds. After being propositioned by Tony, less than ten minutes after he entered the store, Pinky found herself agreeing to go out with him. They had dated regularly for the past three months. Despite Tony’s outwardly juvenile, sex-fiend image, Pinky found him to be a sweet guy, not pushy, and patient with her lack of demonstrative affection. With the exception of what Pinky described as ‘some fairly heavy petting’ they had not been sexually intimate. Partly due to her feelings of inadequacy and fear of humiliation, the situation was also made difficult because Pinky lived with her parents and Tony shared with two roommates.
When Tony asked Pinky if she wanted to come with him to watch ‘his buddy’s, friend’s, wife’ get naked and walk down the street on a dare, her first reaction had been “No fucking way!” She was convinced that Tony was trying to trick her into some kind of swinging scene or sex party. However after two days of being able to think of little else, she called Tony and said she had reconsidered. She was intrigued by the idea that another woman, in her social circle, could be capable of willingly removing all her clothes and walking naked in public, when even something as simple as buying a coffee in Starbucks, filled Pinky with trepidation.
Now, Pinky said, witnessing my dare challenge, had been the most amazing experience for her. It had brought all kinds of feelings to the surface. She was filled with admiration for me, and had seriously started to question her own attitudes and boundaries. My turn.
Heidi
I took my place in front of the screen. I was glad Meg had suggested everyone take turns introducing themselves, as it had given me time to calm down, after watching and mentally reliving the events of that day some six weeks ago. I was also pleased she had turned the image off. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a five foot picture of your genitalia projected on a wall (I’m guessing not!) It was certainly an intense experience!
Listening to the other girls talk about themselves really made me feel that we had become a group of friends. All-be-it, one bonded together by a weird social experiment. It made me feel less of a freak and part of a supportive group rather than ‘ooh, lets watch Heidi do something perverted!’
Pinky’s story especially touched me, as I felt that she was someone who was refusing to let her past, and own negative feelings, control her. I sensed that, like myself some weeks earlier, she was on the cusp of an epiphany that would change her life forever.
I realised that I had been standing, lost in thought. I smiled at the girls, and began.
“ I’m Heidi, you probably have seen more of me, and know more about me, than you would ever want to. I will run through my potted bio, and then as Meg suggested, you can ask me some questions about the dare and my feelings, and I will try to be completely honest”.
“I am twenty seven. I was born in New York City, but my family moved here when I was six so I only have memories of living in Minnesota. After college, I started working for a local tech firm, where I met and started dating Bill. We lived together in Minneapolis before relocating to St Paul (Bill’s hometown) two years ago when Bill won his promotion to the St Paul office.”
“For as long as I can remember, my sexuality and my fantasy life have been colored by a desire for exposure and public humiliation. I had never acted on these impulses in real life, using them purely as a masturbatory tool”
“After Bill and I had been together for about two years, we started to use pornographic websites to stimulate our sex life. I introduced Bill to genres of porn that he had not previously investigated, namely: N.I.P (nude in public) O.O.N (only one naked) and E.N.F (exposed nude female)
We both found that using such fantasies, greatly enhanced our libidos. In this way the seeds were sown that would one day grow into making the fantasy a reality. Our reading of N.I.P stories online, both fictional and those that purported to be true, led to Bill and I discussing my preferences and limits. It was important for me, psychologically, to not be in control of any scenario, and so Bill was cast in the role of Dominant. In this way I could absolve myself of guilt over any behaviour, because I was ‘being made to do stuff.’ The attitudes forged by these discussions would culminate two years later in the events of this August.”
“An unexpected and very welcome side effect of my dare challenge, has been the coming together of us five women as a group of friends. I for one am pleased that this has happened.”
“Right, I will now take one question from each of you, so make it a good one!” “Who’s first?”
Chapter Eleven - Q&A
Pinky:
“What regrets do you have over the dare?”
“If you had the chance to go back, would you still do it? Make changes? Or not do it at all?”
Heidi:
“Ok, the main regret I have is the distress and shame that it brought to my family, especially my parents.”
“The rift that it has caused with my brother is heartbreaking, and I fear that our relationship may never be mended.”
“I am concerned that I may end up losing my job, but have got to the stage of thinking that, if it happens I will just have to deal with it.”
“As to whether I would back out or change anything, given the chance, I honestly think not. Once the blue touch paper had been lit, I was on an unalterable path. The peculiar make up of my sexuality (I know I would make a good case study!) means that the more frightening and humiliating a situation, the more irresistible and erotic it is to me. It still sends a jolt of excitement through me, when I think of all the people I went to school with, being able to see me naked. If I live to be a hundred, I don’t think I will ever surpass the orgasm I experienced, when I pressed the send-to-all button. An orgasm so intense that I actually lost consciousness. An orgasm created with no physical stimulus. Simply the firing of my rewired neural pathway, which directly connects my brain to my clitoris. So I would say, yes I have regrets, but would not change anything.” “Next?”
Renee:
“Have you indulged in any other risky behaviour since the dare challenge?”
Heidi:
“I wish I could lie about this, but I know at least one person (I smiled at Meg) who would call me on it.”
I then related the tale of my second visit to the park, my donation to Goodwill and my nude drive home.
My audience seemed entertained, gasping, when they realised it happened just after my employers had basically told me to lie low for a month! Everyone laughed when I told of burning my ass on the hot upholstery. The response I was getting made me feel good about myself. I thought to myself “If I do lose my job maybe I should try stand up comedy (surely the ultimate exhibitionism!) “Next?”
Holly:
“How likely do you think it is that you will indulge in more risky behaviour in the future?”
Heidi:
“Considering the way I am wired, I think it is inevitable that I will succumb eventually. I have been trying to hold it together until my suspension is up, next Tuesday. After that who knows?” “Next?”
Meg:
“Given the way you responded to Holly’s question, I have more of a request than a question. Heidi, would you please strip naked and masturbate for us?”
Chapter Twelve - Babygirl and Pinky:
Oh my God! I had known deep down that this was where we were heading, yet it was still a shock to hear Meg voice out loud, that which had been in my head, since the screening of my dare.
My response was not verbal. I merely toed off my sandals and reached for the button of my jeans.
Suddenly I realised Anna had raised her hand.
“Yes Pinky, you have another question for me?
“It’s just… I was just… If you guys don’t mind… I would like to…too.”
“You’d like to what, Pinky?” Meg was making her say it.
“I’d like to… I want to… strip naked and make myself cum as well!”
“I think that would be lovely” said Meg “You up for sharing the limelight Babygirl?”
I nodded my head, grinning inanely. I was stunned by this turn of events. I marvelled at the bravery Pinky was showing by volunteering to display herself to the group. In my own experience, I realised that I was only capable of performing these feats, when I felt I had no choice, and was being compelled to act. Even my self challenge in the park had only been made possible by the ‘no going back’ of the one way, no return chute.
As Pinky shakily got to her feet and stood beside me, facing the other three women, I had my doubts that she would be able to follow through on her promise. She stood next to me, red faced and panting, and reached for my hand. Gripping my hand tightly, she used each foot to toe off her pink ballet slippers. Having shed her shoes she looked at me as if seeking instruction on how to continue. Still holding hands I used my free one to undo the button and zip on my jeans, and began to wriggle out of them.
The situation was becoming awkward. I had to release Pinky’s hand to remove my tight fitting jeans. I pulled them from my legs, dropped them on the floor next to me, and stood in my top and panties, waiting for the next move.
Pinky looked at me and slowly raised her hands to the string ties at the shoulders of her summer dress.
She began to pull at the bows, still looking into my eyes, biting her lip. Then she lost it. She burst into great, heaving sobs, tears rolled down her cheeks and she clasped her hands to her face. It was difficult to hear her between gasping sobs “I…just… can’t. I…want to…but I just..can’t do it!”
Meg was standing between us now, her arm around Pinky’s shoulders. “Shush, its ok, catch your breath” Meg turned to me and said “Take her to our bedroom and let her calm down” I put my arm around Pinky and gently led her down the corridor to Meg and Holly’s bedroom.
Once inside, Pinky sat on the edge of the bed , while I stood in front of her. The sobbing had slowed to a little sniffling, and her breathing had almost returned to normal. “I’m sorry” she said “I really thought I could do this. I have wanted to ever since I saw you strip that day in your apartment. I found it so exciting yet so scary. I thought if I could do it too, it would be a final ‘fuck you’ to all those girls who teased me at school, who made feel like a freak, hiding in the locker room, waiting for everyone else to leave the showers.” “But I don’t think I can. How can something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?” I knew how she felt. I said nothing. I reached down, grasped the hem of my top and pulled it over my head, without pausing I unlatched my bra, shrugged it off and lowered and stepped out of my panties. I sat naked, next to Pinky on the bed. “Pinky I have the same feelings. There is no pressure. Whatever you decide, we will all support you.” She bit her lip again “Ok, I’m done living in fear. Let’s do this!” With surprising speed, Pinky got to her feet, and standing, facing me pulled the bows on her dress undone and dropped the top half to her waist. She stood before me for an instant in her pretty but substantial looking strapless bra, before working the dress over her hips and letting it pool on the floor, to reveal her pale yellow panties. Now the decision was made, there was no hesitation, yet I saw her arms tremble as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. I watched in awe as her large, natural breasts relaxed, then came into view.
I sat, staring. I had never seen another woman’s breasts at such close range before. My only frame of reference was my own, much smaller pair. I normally wear a 34B, Pinky must have been a 38D, if not larger! Her skin was so pale, almost translucent, I could see the veins running under the skin at the front of her breasts. My areolae are deep pink in color, and about two inches across. Pinky’s were larger, covering the whole lower part of her breasts. Her areolae and nipples were such a pale shade of pink that it was hard to distinguish them from the milky white flesh surrounding them. As I watched, I fought the temptation to reach out and touch her. I was not sure that would have been appropriate.
Was anything we were doing appropriate? I was, after all, sitting completely naked on my neighbors’ bed, while they waited in the living room. My delightful, white and pink companion, a girl who I had actually only met twice, was standing in front of me wearing only her tiny, lemon panties and a nervous smile. I may have only met her twice, but I felt as if I had known her, and wanted to know her for ever.
Realizing I had been staring at Pinky’s breasts for what seemed like several minutes, I tore my gaze away and looked up at her face. She regarded me with a quizzical look, as if to say “what now?” I merely responded by dropping my eyes to her panties. I was rewarded by Pinky moving her hands to her hips, before tugging her final item of clothing down, and off, in one movement. Straightening back up, Pinky stood before me, fully revealed, in her naked glory. I was struck with how beautiful she was, and once again, how different her body was to mine. Her softly rounded belly gave way to widely flared hips. Her thighs were large, but firm. Her pubic mound was protected by a neat triangle of curls, matching her eyebrows in color, a shade or two darker than her pale blonde hair. The most striking aspect of Pinky’s body, was her labia. A deep, coral pink, her inner lips protruded about three inches from her outer ones. The fact that her vulva was so visible, even when standing with her legs together had the effect of making her seem even more naked. I understood now, how fears and shame had haunted her as a teen in school, how the explosive flowering of her body had marked her as different from the other girls, marked her literally with a delicate silver pattern on her hips and the sides of her breasts where her skin had failed to keep pace with the hormonal changes in her body. I was filled with a powerful admiration for her, and, I admitted to myself, a powerful lust. It took all my self control not to pull her down on to the bed with me. Instead, I asked “ready to go show the others?” She nodded, with a look of determination in her eyes. “Good girl, you go first, this is your time”
We left the bedroom and padded down the short corridor towards the living area. Pinky walked in front, and I followed, watching her bare ass jiggle. We rounded the corner with Pinky leading. I heard a collective gasp from the three girls, as we appeared, naked together, for the first time.
“Wow” said Holly “What a sight for sore eyes! Two nekkid superheroes!”
We returned to our original places in front of the screen, and stood hand in hand, totally revealed to our three friends. I had thought, at first, that sharing the experience with Pinky would make me feel less exposed. In fact the opposite was true. Standing next to her I was aware that Holly, Meg and Renee’s eyes were flitting between us, inevitably comparing, contrasting and appraising our naked bodies. I felt more under scrutiny, more naked than ever.
“Ok” said Meg, “It appears Roger couldn’t make it tonight, so if everyone’s up for it, I suggest we go pay him a visit” “Where are your keys, Babygirl?”
“Um, in my pocket, here.” I reached for my jeans which still sat on the carpet where I had left them. I removed my key ring from my pocket, and tossed it to Meg.
She looked through the bunch of keys. “This one is the same as ours, so I’m guessing it must open your back door?”
I nodded.
“Which means this one must be the key to the front door?”
I nodded again, and Meg removed the key from the ring and handed it to me.
“So ladies, this is what I propose: in a few moments, the two naked members of our party will go downstairs to Heidi’s apartment. Obviously they will not be able to use the back door, but will have to cross the parking lot, go around the side of the building to the front and use the key they have, to come in the front door. Meanwhile us clothed gals will give you twenty minutes to get to the front. We will then let ourselves in your back door and wait for you to come in and wake Roger up.” I hung the key from my necklace.
A minute later, Pinky and I stood by the front door, waiting to go out naked in public. I felt the familiar rush of anticipation. This would be my third time venturing outdoors wearing no clothing whatsoever. For Pinky however, this would be her debut walking naked outside. I could only imagine the intensity of her feelings. Despite her trembling, I could see she was determined to see it through.
“Ok, girls it’s time! See you in twenty” said Meg. Pinky opened the door and we both stepped onto the balcony. I heard the door click shut behind us. I remember being surprised it was so dark. It was light at eight when I had arrived at the apartment, It was now after eleven and the sun had set long ago. We looked out over the balcony at the twinkling lights of the city, spread before us. In the distance were two snakes, one gold, one red, of the traffic still moving on the freeway.
The feeling of being naked outside in the dark was vastly different to my previous exposures, both of which had been in bright sunlight. I suppose I felt slightly safer, less frightened of being seen. The fact that there were two of us sneaking about in the dark gave a naughty, skinny-dipping kind of vibe to the experience. Another difference was the way the cool air played across my naked body. The metal floor of the balcony was so cold it hurt my bare feet, and made me wish I had worn my sandals, until the purist in my head recited the mantra ‘shoes is not naked.’ Surely I was already cheating by wearing my door key on my necklace.
“Come on Pinky, let’s get moving before our feet freeze!” We scurried to the fire escape stairs and descended to the parking lot below. A moment later we were standing outside the back door of my apartment, at the foot of the fire escape.
“I guess throwing a rock through my kitchen window and breaking in, would be cheating, you think?”
“I think it would be, Heidi” laughed Pinky. “Anyway broken glass and nude girl bits don’t mix, plus someone might call the cops, and I am definitely not down for a naked ride in a squad car!”
“Oh well, we had better go around the building then” We began to edge our way to the corner of the building. Although there were light poles in the parking lot, the light they threw out did not reach the building, so we were deep in shadow. The only windows in direct view, were from my apartment, and therefore not a concern. I was most worried that one of my neighbors would arrive to park their car and illuminate two little white and pink bunnies with their headlights. We reached the corner of the building and stepped onto the grass with relief. While still cool, the grass was a lot easier on the feet than the cold metal stairs or the parking lot asphalt. We began to cross the small lawn at the side of the building. The lawn was studded with a few asphalt islands on which stood the trashcans for the apartments. Now we were out of view of the parking lot, my biggest fear was of seeing a racoon. I had spotted one, once before, when taking the trash out at night. I knew that if one came near my naked legs now, I would scream loud enough to bring half the neighborhood onto the street. Luckily we reached the front corner of the building without seeing any critters. All we had to do now, to reach my front door, was to cross the security fence. Shit! The security fence. The one with a magnetically locked gate to keep out dogs and deter non residents from taking a short cut across our yard. A gate that opened with an electronic key fob. A fob that was still on my key ring, back at Holly and Meg’s! “I’m gonna kill Meg! She must have done this on purpose!” “Done what?” asked Pinky. “Kept the key to the gate! Unless we can get over the fence we’re gonna have to walk round the block on the street to get to the front!”
“Oh God! I don’t think I’m ready to go on a public street” wailed Pinky. “Do you think we can climb over?”
We stood and stared at the metal security fence. It was six foot high, constructed of flat steel slats spaced about three inches apart, I wondered if we could use the slats as steps to climb. When I tried, I found that although I could get my fingertips and toes in the gaps, the angle of the slats made it impossible to move your feet to the next level. I tried putting my weight on my feet and it felt like my toes were going to break.
“We need to stand on something to reach the top” I told Pinky.
“What about one of the trashcans?” she suggested.
We hurried back to the nearest asphalt island, but the large metal dumpsters were too heavy to move. We had better luck with the plastic recycling bin for paper. Thankfully it had been recently emptied, so the two of us were able to trundle it across the grass and wedge it against the fence. Pinky went first, trying to clamber onto the three foot high bin. She was struggling to gain purchase on the slightly angled and slippery plastic surface. She thrust her torso over the bin, while I stood behind her, trying to boost her onto it by pushing handfuls of naked thigh, buttock and eventually the soles of her feet. Finally she managed to sit down on the top of the bin, and by pulling on my arms, helped me to scramble up and sit down heavily beside her. We sat, panting and sweating, recovering from our efforts. The ridiculousness of the situation hit home and soon we were giggling like idiots at the sight we must have presented. Two completely naked women, struggling in the dark to sit on a large plastic bin.
“Come on, next bit!” I said, leaning against the fence, to lever myself to my feet. I grasped Pinky’s arms and pulled her up beside me. After a bit of a wobble, when we both almost fell off, we stood and looked over the fence to the tree outside my apartment, and the lights of the street beyond. Perched as we were on the bin, the top of the fence was now level with our waists. Height however was not the issue. The whole length of the fence, including the gate, was topped with ornate, but still lethal looking spikes. “We’re fucked” I spat. “There’s no way over these spikes without becoming a nude girl kebab. Even if we could jump them, the six foot drop on the other side would probably break our necks. I’m sorry Pinky, but I think We’re gonna have to try the street. It must be close to midnight now, so hopefully no one will be around!”
We climbed down from the bin and forlornly pushed it back to its asphalt home.
“Maybe Meg forgot about the fob, or she’s just teasing us” said Pinky hopefully. “We could knock at your back door and ask the girls to let us in.”
“We can try” I said. “But I wouldn’t get your hopes up. This whole thing has been designed to make us walk naked on a public street, so you’d better be ready to do just that.”
Pinky grimaced. “Oh God, it’s making me so scared … and so wet! I just …” her voice trailed off in embarrassment.
In a few moments we had retraced our steps and were once more outside my apartment, which appeared to be in darkness. I rapped on the door - not too loudly as I was concerned my neighbors might come and investigate. I rapped again - a bit harder. This time the kitchen light came on and Holly appeared at the window in the back door. “You two nekkid ladies are at the wrong door” she grinned.
“Holly, let us in! Meg didn’t give us the fob for the security gate. We can’t get around the front without walking on the street!”
“Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute” she walked across the kitchen and through the door towards the living room. Pinky and I waited anxiously, naked and locked out on my own doorstep.
She returned to the door. “Here, get this! I’m gonna slide it under the door”
Waves of relief washed through me. She was going to give us the fob! We would still have to go around the front, but at least the route would be relatively safe and private. I bent to retrieve the fob, but found instead a five dollar bill!
“Meg says can you buy us some chips at the mini mart on the corner? and we’ll see you in a bit.”
Holly turned, and the light snapped off, plunging the kitchen back into darkness.
Chapter Eight - The Grey Fog.
My suspension from work continued, past the second week and into the third. The trauma of my exposure and its aftermath had subsided significantly, and like Barbara LeFleur, I was sliding into a greater level of obscurity. The secret to coping was not to dig too deep, as like Barbara, my story, and especially in my case, my pictures, would always be there if you looked hard enough.
As my suspension dragged on I found myself slipping into a kind of grey fog. The last few weeks had been such a shock to my system that I felt like I had some sort of PTSD.
I was not prepared to use the counselling services I had been offered, as being company sponsored, I did not trust their confidentiality and impartiality. Instead I decided to self medicate with large doses of masturbation. My life became a dull routine of banal household chores and self abuse. The bruises on my arms had healed, but I felt bruised inside. Despite imagining some pretty bizarre situations, and an increasingly prevalent fixation on being observed by women in my fantasies, I was numbly unsatisfied and unfulfilled. Real life risky behaviour, to perk things up, was not worth attempting again, so close to my HR investigation.
My love life with Bill was also dying on the vine. As you might imagine, in the first couple of weeks after the challenge, when emotions were running high, we were at it like bunnies. Now it had dwindled and Bill seemed distracted, while I was beginning some serious self questioning of my orientation. It seemed ironic that the very thing that was supposed to revitalise our sex life might well end up killing it.
Some mornings, after Bill had left for work, it was hard to even drag myself out of bed. Thursday was one such day. Bill was leaving tomorrow for a four day tech conference on the west coast, and was not due to return until the day before my final HR meeting. The thought of being alone with my obsessions for this long was frightening me. I had managed to get up but was dressed in a crumpled old, grey sweat suit with my unwashed hair scraped up into a lank ponytail. I had just started loading the washing machine in the laundry basement when Holly and Meg came in to use the dryer. I was pleased to see them, but mortified at what I imagined was my gross appearance.
“Hey Babygirl, wow you just got up? You look a bit disconnected” I started to explain I was having a tough time, and then it all poured out: About Bill, About my job. My fear that I had blown everything.
“Ok drinks at ours tomorrow. Girl’s Night! We could all do with some fun. We’ll crank the cheesy disco cds and sink a few beers. Ok?” said Holly
“Alright, count me in. Do I need to bring anything?”
“Just your sweet self and a six-pack, dress casual, but not that casual” laughed Meg, eyeing my sweat suit, and wrinkling her nose in mock disgust.
Chapter Nine - Girls’ Night
Friday morning I awoke to find the fog had lifted.
By 6:15, I was up, showered and with squeaky-clean hair, ready to drive Bill to the airport for his trip to the west coast. After dropping him off at MSP, I drove home (fully clothed, and without stopping at any parks!) I ran a few errands, and chilled for the rest of the afternoon before choosing what to wear that night…For Girls’ Night. I was feeling so much better than I had over the last month, and I was hopeful that a few laughs and some supportive company was just what I needed to carry me through the final few days before my big showdown with HR
At eight o’clock I climbed the fire escape to Holly and Meg’s and knocked on the door. I was wearing my favorite spangly top and some tight fitting jeans. Tight enough to make my butt look firm but not so tight as to be uncomfortable or give me a camel toe! Holly answered the door and invited me in, She smiled, and genuinely looked pleased to see me. “Hey Heidi, you’ve scrubbed up well, come on in!” Then yelled back into the apartment “Meg! Babygirl’s here! She’s brought your favorite beer!” I was standing just inside the doorway, clutching my six-pack of Suttle EPA, while Elton, the girls seal point was rubbing his side against my leg and purring like crazy. “Someone remembers his Auntie Heidi, who fed him when mommy and mommy had to go out of town!” This had been a couple of months ago and was the last time I had been in the flat. Holly grabbed the beers from me, split the pack and dumped them in the ice filled sink. She thrust a cold one at me from the pile of bottles already sat there.
Meg came up and kissed me hello, and the three of us settled on the couch in the living area with our drinks, while Elton flitted between our legs, batting his twisted rope mouse around the rug. We sat and chit chatted about how different their apartment was to mine and Bill’s. The girls’ apartment was more open-plan, with the living area divided by a breakfast bar to form a kitchen-diner. The extra space came from sacrificing the second bedroom which Bill and I used for our den. Holly and Meg had decorated since Bill and I cat-sat, and I complemented them on the new look. In addition to the remodelling they had also installed an expensive-looking home theatre setup complete with (as I later found out) 72’’ x 60’’ screen and some DTS HD thingy for the soundtrack. This impressive piece of kit now dominated the room, with the screen covering most of the wall facing the sofa. “Ah, I see you’ve spotted Meg’s new toy!” said Holly with a wink. Don’t say anything. Or she’ll bore your tits off demonstrating it for the next hour .” Meg shot her a look of mock outrage. “You have no appreciation of quality cinema” “Maybe so “ said Holly, “All I know is: when I watch a movie, I don’t want it to be in Hungarian with subtitles! If you want to demo your baby, use a quality piece of art like this!” She sprang to her feet and plucked an obviously cherished Blue ray edition of Titanic from the bookshelf.
“Oh God, ok” said Meg “but I’m not playing the 3D version, it makes me feel seasick . We’ll go with 2d to show Heidi how sharp the definition is!” “Alright nerd girl” huffed Holly. “Just crank the Kate and Leo!”
Meg reached for her remote control, and in few seconds the massive sepia image of a ship seemed to cover the wall, while the surround sound speakers filled the room with lilting Celtic music.
“IT’S CERTAINLY IMPRESSIVE” I had to raise my voice over the warbling flute. “JUST LIKE THE MOVIES, ONLY WITHOUT POPCORN ON THE CARPET AND THE THREAT OF SOMEONE MASTURBATING NEXT TO YOU!”
“The night is young” laughed Meg with a comedy leer, looking pointedly at my empty beer bottle. I knew she was only joking, but I still felt my stomach flip. She dropped the volume to a more bearable level. “Anyway, apparently the old hag who lives downstairs has gone out for the evening so we shouldn’t get any noise complaints!” said Holly as she bounded up to answer the doorbell which had just rung.
I looked over towards the door as Meg paused the film, and began scrolling through a series of set up menus. I had assumed it was just the three of us, and wasn’t sure I wanted to meet any of their other friends. Holly came back around the corner, grinning “Look what I found” then stepped aside to reveal the new arrivals: Renee and Anna, the two other witnesses from my dare.
If someone had been asked to provide two women with a more contrasting body type they would have found it hard to top these two as they stood side by side.
Anna was slightly shorter than me, about 5’3’’ and probably weighed around 160lb I would guess. She had a voluptuous figure and very impressive bust. Her hair was a natural Scandinavian blonde and her complexion usually pale unless embarrassed or excited, when her face and chest would flush a delightful shade of pink. I had noticed this phenomenon during the dare challenge, but I was surprised that, as she approached me now, when I was fully clothed, I could see her blush yet again. It seemed like I just unnerved her!
Renee , the other arrival was a total contrast physically and in manner. Standing at 5’11’’ and 130lb she held herself with a cool self confidence. She had a slim, small breasted, athletic figure. She wore her hair in shoulder length braids. As the only African American among us bunch of white gals, her rich skin tone was another contrast to the white/pink combo that Anna was currently sporting.
“Hey” said Meg. “Now we got ourselves a proper reunion!” I realised that this was the first time since the challenge nearly six weeks ago that myself and all the female witnesses were together. Renee I see quite a bit, as Bill and her boyfriend Vince are best buds. Holly and Meg I see most days as neighbors getting the mail or emptying the trash. Anna (or Pinky as Meg was insisting on calling her) I hadn’t seen since meeting her for the very first time on the day of my fateful stripping and walk. The girls joined Meg and myself in the living area. Renee took an armchair in the corner, while Pinky/Anna squeezed between Meg and I on the sofa. Holly had relieved the pair of their six-packs and performed the new for cold exchange before rejoining us.
“What’s on at the IMAX?” Renee asked nodding towards the giant screen.
“Holly’s boring us all with Titanic” said Meg. “Oh I love that movie!” said Pinky.
“No Meghan’s boring us all with her nerd machine!” “I’m making it more bearable with the fine Leonardo DiCaprio” Holly gazed wistfully at the screen. “You know If I absolutely had to .. you know … do it with a boy.”… she trailed off.
“Oh my God!” Meg howled. “You so would not! You don’t even like men! What’s he gonna do with a ginger lesbian like you?”
“Well he’s pretty androgynous” laughed Holly “And he looks just like my first girlfriend in high school!”
We were all laughing now. I loved the way Meg and Holly were always ragging on each other, saying the most outrageous things, yet you could clearly see that they adored each other.
I couldn’t help comparing their relationship with mine and Bill’s. Bill and I had always had a good relationship, but the laughs had been few and far between lately.
I snapped back from my maudlin thoughts, and turned my attention to Meg.
“ Right I’m taking requests for two scenes, and two scenes only! Then its disco time!
“Ooh I want Jack’s death at the end!” shrieked Holly
“Hang on” said Meg “Five minutes ago you wanted to fuck him, now you want him dead!” “Anyway if you watch that you’ll be crying all night again!” “Anyone else?”
“Spooning on the front of the ship - You know - ‘I’m flying’ said Pinky
“Good choice” said Meg and scrolled through to find the scene.
We watched as the giant image of Kate Winslet standing at the prow of the ship with arms outstretched,
lit up the screen. I was reminded of my pose at the beginning of my dare. As soon as this thought entered my head, Holly piped up “ Hey she looks like you did against the tree Babygirl! ‘cept I can’t see her tits!”
Everyone was laughing again, myself included, even though I felt my cheeks burn in competition with Pinky.
“I think you’ll find my pose was closer to that of Jesus!” I replied with mock seriousness. Again all laughed but I saw Renee widen her eyes at my blasphemous joke.
“Ok” said Meg “My choice now. This is the best scene!” She hit the remote and it cut to Rose disrobing and laying on the couch for Jack to draw her portrait.
Holly shrieked again “Oh my God! Its you again Babygirl. The only one naked, lying down to provide entertainment for everyone!” She stood “Beer run! Who needs a new one from the kitchen?”
“I will” I said, feeling really flushed now, but happy with the gentle teasing. “But first I need to get rid of the last one!” I headed for the bathroom, swaying slightly. “How many had I drunk already?” I thought to myself, remembering what happened last time I drank five in a row!”
I was having a good time. It was cool to have a group of female friends. It was how I imagined being in a sorority would be. I had not had the opportunity in college as I was a bit of a nerd and kept myself to myself. Like a sorority, we were a group of disparate girls bonded through some weird sexual initiation rite. The main difference being that I had been the only pledge to undergo a hazing!
I left the bathroom to find Meg waiting. “Can I ask you something Heidi?” I nodded, mystified.
“Say no if you want, and I won’t bring it up again. But I’ve got a HD download of your dare videos and pics. I know you watched it with Bill, and the rest of us girls have sneaked a peek online (except Pinky, who said her mom would kill her.”) I would like to celebrate this reunion, by us all watching it together.
I think you’ll be amazed when you see yourself doing your stuff on a six by five foot screen. You will blow Kate Winslet out the water! No pun intended! It’ll be like your film premiere. You can do a Q&A after!”
I was stunned, I honestly couldn’t think straight. I began to shake and my panties began to dampen.
Then I thought “Why not?” I wanted to see it! They wanted to see it! I wanted them to see it!
I looked at Meg and said “Ok lets do this! But let me sit down before I fall down.
We rejoined the others in the living area, and Meg killed the music that had been playing. “Ok ladies Babygirl here has kindly agreed to share her lovely body with us again” (Oh my God I didn’t know where to look) “So without further ado, I present to you, Heidi’s Dare Challenge 2016.”
As it began, a sweetly unexpected thing happened. Pinky put her hand in mine and gripped it tightly.
Chapter Ten - Meet The Gang
So, we watched it all. The naked walk. The peeing. The masturbation. Most of it I found mortifyingly embarrassing. Some of it was unintentionally funny, like my look of shock when I recognised Meg and Holly approaching around the lake. Or when comparison was drawn again between my pose at the tree and Titanic. Meg said “Yeah, I can see it now, it just needs a soundtrack : a bit of Celine Dion under it.”
Holly said “I could do with a bit of Celine Dion under me!” “God Holly! Is there anyone from that movie you don’t want to fuck?” said Meg in mock exasperation.
I found watching all of it, and reliving the feelings, very arousing, and judging by the way Pinky gripped my hand and pressed her warm thigh against mine, it was having the same effect on her!
After the video, the pictures were shown in the slide show that Bill had put together. However Meg did not advance the sequence to my driver’s licence, ending instead on the close up of my vagina which she left displayed on the screen.
Meg rose to her feet and waited for the spontaneous applause that had broken out to die down.
“ I was going to get Heidi to do a Q&A for us straight away, but she looks a bit overwhelmed, so I think we should give her few moments”
“Meg?” I raised my hand.
“Yes Babygirl?”
“Can you please also turn off that giant picture of my hoo-ha, It looks like The Little Shop Of Horrors.”
“Oh yeah, sorry Heidi, but look! I can do this as well”: She flipped the mirror on the projector, and the image disappeared from the screen, only to reappear on the ceiling! “Look! Invasion of the killer vaginas!”
“Oh cool” said Holly “I definitely won’t be hiding in a bunker when that day comes!”
Meg finally killed the image and replaced it with the light show of random patterns that had accompanied the music earlier.
“Ok ladies, back to the program. Since us five have been kinda thrown together, I suggest we go round the room and give a short introduction, like you were the new girl in class”
“Or at a Sex Addicts Anonymous meeting” I suggested.
“Who’s first? Come on Holly!”
Holly.
Holly sprang to her feet, and stood in front of the screen as if she were about to begin a PowerPoint presentation. A petite, Irish, firecracker with long, frizzy, red hair and freckles, Holly was, at twenty three, the baby of the bunch. She began to rapidly fire off her personal history : Holly said she had known she was gay ‘for ever.’ She had never been intimate with a man because ‘boys have cooties’. She came out to her family at fourteen. Her parents and siblings had been very supportive of her, which she said made her feel lucky and had given her the confidence to always be herself. After several relationships in high school, she finally met the love of her life (she winked at Meg) at the tender age of sixteen. Holly and Meg had been together ever since. They had moved in to their apartment together, with Holly’s parents’ blessing shortly after her eighteenth birthday. Two years later they got their cat Elton from a rescue shelter, making their family complete. Holly taught first grade in a local elementary school and said she loved all her ‘little munchkins’ With a bow Holly retook her seat, and gestured for Meg to take the floor.
Meg.
Meg took her place in front of the screen, and despite maintaining her jokey manner, appeared somewhat nervous. She began by introducing herself as ‘the other half of this comedy duo’ She said she had been born in Minneapolis and always lived in the Twin Cities area. At twenty eight, she was five years older than Holly. Meg said she would like to set the record straight concerning their courtship, as she did not want anyone to think her a cradle-snatcher. When she was twenty one she had been hanging out at a college friend’s house, and had been only vaguely aware of her friend’s ‘ginger brat of a kid sister’ At this time Meg was not out, or in fact, really sure of her sexuality, having dated only boys
throughout high school and as a freshman. Her friend had left Meg alone with the kid sister, in the family room, while she went to talk to her mom. After twenty minutes alone together, Holly had managed to position her tongue into Meg’s mouth and her hand down the front of Meg’s panties. “The rest”. Meg said, “is history”.
Meg worked in a very boring marketing job, which she hated. She said her ideal occupation would be to ‘watch movies for a living’
Renee.
Renee took her position in front of the screen as though ready to command a spin class. Her athletic physique was clad in form-fitting sports attire.
At thirty two, Renee was the oldest of our gang. She was born in Minneapolis and raised by her mother and Pastor father in what she sarcastically referred to as ‘Minnesota’s thriving black community’ (basically her family and Prince r.i.p) She majored in Bible Studies at university, but was also heavily involved in track and field, and ran hurdles at state level. She met and began dating Vince, a pole vaulter, on a sports scholarship, when they were both twenty two. Ten years later, they were still a couple, having worked, together and separately, as personal trainers at various gyms in the Twin Cities area. Renee and Vince were currently trying to grow their sports attire company from out of their St Paul home.
Renee said that she had been friends with me for a while, as Vince and Bill were best buddies, having gone to high school together. “However”, she said with a grin, she “had definitely seen a lot more of me lately!”
Renee said that her father had no problem with Vince being white. Just that he was Italian, Catholic, and hadn’t asked his daughter to marry him in spite of being together for ten years! She said that this had made for some interesting Thanksgiving dinners over the years. With a nod of thanks Renee returned to her seat.
Anna/Pinky
After a long pause, leading us to believe she might bail, Anna nervously took to the floor. She blinked at the four other women seated before her, and haltingly began narrating her story. Anna, or Pinky as she would now always be known to us, was, at twenty four, the second youngest of our group. She was the only one who still lived with her parents. Born in rural Minnesota and raised on a farm, she had moved to St Paul, age twelve, when her father had taken a position at a major dairy distributor based in the capital city. Her introduction to junior high in the city was traumatic: she felt like a hick, lacking the sophistication of her urban and urbane classmates. The move from the farm had also unfortunately coincided with the onset of puberty. Developing earlier, and at a much more rapid pace than most of her contemporaries, she had been teased and mocked mercilessly by the other girls. As her body burst into womanhood with frightening speed, she developed the full figure and truly impressive bust that she sported today. This explosive flowering, combined with her country persona, and her dad’s job, had led one particularly catty girl to suggest that ‘she needed to be milked with the rest of the herd!’
From today’s perspective, Pinky realised that most of the torment and nasty comments she had suffered, were from classmates who were filled with jealousy and insecurity concerning their own developing bodies. At the time, though, the bullying had a devastating effect on her confidence and body self image. She experienced feelings of shame and a tendency to blush at the smallest embarrassment, as she was now demonstrating, shifting from foot to foot as she told her story.
At seventeen, her mother’s concern for Anna’s crippling shyness had led to a doctor who had suggested anti-anxiety medication. Fortunately her mother had rejected this and sought a second opinion from a therapist who instead taught Anna some mental exercises she could use to put her feelings into perspective. It was also suggested that she take a part time job, as a way of boosting her confidence and self esteem. She had found a position in a local second hand record store, and loved it so much that seven years later, she still worked one shift a week, despite holding down a full time job in admin for her father’s dairy business. Always an avid music fan, Pinky found that talking to strangers about something for which she had passion and knowledge, helped to bring her out of herself and calmed the feelings of shyness and anxiety that sometimes threatened to overwhelm her.
It was at the record store some three months ago that she had met and started dating Tony. He had come in trying to source a long list of obscure, death-metal cds. After being propositioned by Tony, less than ten minutes after he entered the store, Pinky found herself agreeing to go out with him. They had dated regularly for the past three months. Despite Tony’s outwardly juvenile, sex-fiend image, Pinky found him to be a sweet guy, not pushy, and patient with her lack of demonstrative affection. With the exception of what Pinky described as ‘some fairly heavy petting’ they had not been sexually intimate. Partly due to her feelings of inadequacy and fear of humiliation, the situation was also made difficult because Pinky lived with her parents and Tony shared with two roommates.
When Tony asked Pinky if she wanted to come with him to watch ‘his buddy’s, friend’s, wife’ get naked and walk down the street on a dare, her first reaction had been “No fucking way!” She was convinced that Tony was trying to trick her into some kind of swinging scene or sex party. However after two days of being able to think of little else, she called Tony and said she had reconsidered. She was intrigued by the idea that another woman, in her social circle, could be capable of willingly removing all her clothes and walking naked in public, when even something as simple as buying a coffee in Starbucks, filled Pinky with trepidation.
Now, Pinky said, witnessing my dare challenge, had been the most amazing experience for her. It had brought all kinds of feelings to the surface. She was filled with admiration for me, and had seriously started to question her own attitudes and boundaries. My turn.
Heidi
I took my place in front of the screen. I was glad Meg had suggested everyone take turns introducing themselves, as it had given me time to calm down, after watching and mentally reliving the events of that day some six weeks ago. I was also pleased she had turned the image off. I don’t know if you’ve ever had a five foot picture of your genitalia projected on a wall (I’m guessing not!) It was certainly an intense experience!
Listening to the other girls talk about themselves really made me feel that we had become a group of friends. All-be-it, one bonded together by a weird social experiment. It made me feel less of a freak and part of a supportive group rather than ‘ooh, lets watch Heidi do something perverted!’
Pinky’s story especially touched me, as I felt that she was someone who was refusing to let her past, and own negative feelings, control her. I sensed that, like myself some weeks earlier, she was on the cusp of an epiphany that would change her life forever.
I realised that I had been standing, lost in thought. I smiled at the girls, and began.
“ I’m Heidi, you probably have seen more of me, and know more about me, than you would ever want to. I will run through my potted bio, and then as Meg suggested, you can ask me some questions about the dare and my feelings, and I will try to be completely honest”.
“I am twenty seven. I was born in New York City, but my family moved here when I was six so I only have memories of living in Minnesota. After college, I started working for a local tech firm, where I met and started dating Bill. We lived together in Minneapolis before relocating to St Paul (Bill’s hometown) two years ago when Bill won his promotion to the St Paul office.”
“For as long as I can remember, my sexuality and my fantasy life have been colored by a desire for exposure and public humiliation. I had never acted on these impulses in real life, using them purely as a masturbatory tool”
“After Bill and I had been together for about two years, we started to use pornographic websites to stimulate our sex life. I introduced Bill to genres of porn that he had not previously investigated, namely: N.I.P (nude in public) O.O.N (only one naked) and E.N.F (exposed nude female)
We both found that using such fantasies, greatly enhanced our libidos. In this way the seeds were sown that would one day grow into making the fantasy a reality. Our reading of N.I.P stories online, both fictional and those that purported to be true, led to Bill and I discussing my preferences and limits. It was important for me, psychologically, to not be in control of any scenario, and so Bill was cast in the role of Dominant. In this way I could absolve myself of guilt over any behaviour, because I was ‘being made to do stuff.’ The attitudes forged by these discussions would culminate two years later in the events of this August.”
“An unexpected and very welcome side effect of my dare challenge, has been the coming together of us five women as a group of friends. I for one am pleased that this has happened.”
“Right, I will now take one question from each of you, so make it a good one!” “Who’s first?”
Chapter Eleven - Q&A
Pinky:
“What regrets do you have over the dare?”
“If you had the chance to go back, would you still do it? Make changes? Or not do it at all?”
Heidi:
“Ok, the main regret I have is the distress and shame that it brought to my family, especially my parents.”
“The rift that it has caused with my brother is heartbreaking, and I fear that our relationship may never be mended.”
“I am concerned that I may end up losing my job, but have got to the stage of thinking that, if it happens I will just have to deal with it.”
“As to whether I would back out or change anything, given the chance, I honestly think not. Once the blue touch paper had been lit, I was on an unalterable path. The peculiar make up of my sexuality (I know I would make a good case study!) means that the more frightening and humiliating a situation, the more irresistible and erotic it is to me. It still sends a jolt of excitement through me, when I think of all the people I went to school with, being able to see me naked. If I live to be a hundred, I don’t think I will ever surpass the orgasm I experienced, when I pressed the send-to-all button. An orgasm so intense that I actually lost consciousness. An orgasm created with no physical stimulus. Simply the firing of my rewired neural pathway, which directly connects my brain to my clitoris. So I would say, yes I have regrets, but would not change anything.” “Next?”
Renee:
“Have you indulged in any other risky behaviour since the dare challenge?”
Heidi:
“I wish I could lie about this, but I know at least one person (I smiled at Meg) who would call me on it.”
I then related the tale of my second visit to the park, my donation to Goodwill and my nude drive home.
My audience seemed entertained, gasping, when they realised it happened just after my employers had basically told me to lie low for a month! Everyone laughed when I told of burning my ass on the hot upholstery. The response I was getting made me feel good about myself. I thought to myself “If I do lose my job maybe I should try stand up comedy (surely the ultimate exhibitionism!) “Next?”
Holly:
“How likely do you think it is that you will indulge in more risky behaviour in the future?”
Heidi:
“Considering the way I am wired, I think it is inevitable that I will succumb eventually. I have been trying to hold it together until my suspension is up, next Tuesday. After that who knows?” “Next?”
Meg:
“Given the way you responded to Holly’s question, I have more of a request than a question. Heidi, would you please strip naked and masturbate for us?”
Chapter Twelve - Babygirl and Pinky:
Oh my God! I had known deep down that this was where we were heading, yet it was still a shock to hear Meg voice out loud, that which had been in my head, since the screening of my dare.
My response was not verbal. I merely toed off my sandals and reached for the button of my jeans.
Suddenly I realised Anna had raised her hand.
“Yes Pinky, you have another question for me?
“It’s just… I was just… If you guys don’t mind… I would like to…too.”
“You’d like to what, Pinky?” Meg was making her say it.
“I’d like to… I want to… strip naked and make myself cum as well!”
“I think that would be lovely” said Meg “You up for sharing the limelight Babygirl?”
I nodded my head, grinning inanely. I was stunned by this turn of events. I marvelled at the bravery Pinky was showing by volunteering to display herself to the group. In my own experience, I realised that I was only capable of performing these feats, when I felt I had no choice, and was being compelled to act. Even my self challenge in the park had only been made possible by the ‘no going back’ of the one way, no return chute.
As Pinky shakily got to her feet and stood beside me, facing the other three women, I had my doubts that she would be able to follow through on her promise. She stood next to me, red faced and panting, and reached for my hand. Gripping my hand tightly, she used each foot to toe off her pink ballet slippers. Having shed her shoes she looked at me as if seeking instruction on how to continue. Still holding hands I used my free one to undo the button and zip on my jeans, and began to wriggle out of them.
The situation was becoming awkward. I had to release Pinky’s hand to remove my tight fitting jeans. I pulled them from my legs, dropped them on the floor next to me, and stood in my top and panties, waiting for the next move.
Pinky looked at me and slowly raised her hands to the string ties at the shoulders of her summer dress.
She began to pull at the bows, still looking into my eyes, biting her lip. Then she lost it. She burst into great, heaving sobs, tears rolled down her cheeks and she clasped her hands to her face. It was difficult to hear her between gasping sobs “I…just… can’t. I…want to…but I just..can’t do it!”
Meg was standing between us now, her arm around Pinky’s shoulders. “Shush, its ok, catch your breath” Meg turned to me and said “Take her to our bedroom and let her calm down” I put my arm around Pinky and gently led her down the corridor to Meg and Holly’s bedroom.
Once inside, Pinky sat on the edge of the bed , while I stood in front of her. The sobbing had slowed to a little sniffling, and her breathing had almost returned to normal. “I’m sorry” she said “I really thought I could do this. I have wanted to ever since I saw you strip that day in your apartment. I found it so exciting yet so scary. I thought if I could do it too, it would be a final ‘fuck you’ to all those girls who teased me at school, who made feel like a freak, hiding in the locker room, waiting for everyone else to leave the showers.” “But I don’t think I can. How can something feel so right and so wrong at the same time?” I knew how she felt. I said nothing. I reached down, grasped the hem of my top and pulled it over my head, without pausing I unlatched my bra, shrugged it off and lowered and stepped out of my panties. I sat naked, next to Pinky on the bed. “Pinky I have the same feelings. There is no pressure. Whatever you decide, we will all support you.” She bit her lip again “Ok, I’m done living in fear. Let’s do this!” With surprising speed, Pinky got to her feet, and standing, facing me pulled the bows on her dress undone and dropped the top half to her waist. She stood before me for an instant in her pretty but substantial looking strapless bra, before working the dress over her hips and letting it pool on the floor, to reveal her pale yellow panties. Now the decision was made, there was no hesitation, yet I saw her arms tremble as she reached behind to unclasp her bra. I watched in awe as her large, natural breasts relaxed, then came into view.
I sat, staring. I had never seen another woman’s breasts at such close range before. My only frame of reference was my own, much smaller pair. I normally wear a 34B, Pinky must have been a 38D, if not larger! Her skin was so pale, almost translucent, I could see the veins running under the skin at the front of her breasts. My areolae are deep pink in color, and about two inches across. Pinky’s were larger, covering the whole lower part of her breasts. Her areolae and nipples were such a pale shade of pink that it was hard to distinguish them from the milky white flesh surrounding them. As I watched, I fought the temptation to reach out and touch her. I was not sure that would have been appropriate.
Was anything we were doing appropriate? I was, after all, sitting completely naked on my neighbors’ bed, while they waited in the living room. My delightful, white and pink companion, a girl who I had actually only met twice, was standing in front of me wearing only her tiny, lemon panties and a nervous smile. I may have only met her twice, but I felt as if I had known her, and wanted to know her for ever.
Realizing I had been staring at Pinky’s breasts for what seemed like several minutes, I tore my gaze away and looked up at her face. She regarded me with a quizzical look, as if to say “what now?” I merely responded by dropping my eyes to her panties. I was rewarded by Pinky moving her hands to her hips, before tugging her final item of clothing down, and off, in one movement. Straightening back up, Pinky stood before me, fully revealed, in her naked glory. I was struck with how beautiful she was, and once again, how different her body was to mine. Her softly rounded belly gave way to widely flared hips. Her thighs were large, but firm. Her pubic mound was protected by a neat triangle of curls, matching her eyebrows in color, a shade or two darker than her pale blonde hair. The most striking aspect of Pinky’s body, was her labia. A deep, coral pink, her inner lips protruded about three inches from her outer ones. The fact that her vulva was so visible, even when standing with her legs together had the effect of making her seem even more naked. I understood now, how fears and shame had haunted her as a teen in school, how the explosive flowering of her body had marked her as different from the other girls, marked her literally with a delicate silver pattern on her hips and the sides of her breasts where her skin had failed to keep pace with the hormonal changes in her body. I was filled with a powerful admiration for her, and, I admitted to myself, a powerful lust. It took all my self control not to pull her down on to the bed with me. Instead, I asked “ready to go show the others?” She nodded, with a look of determination in her eyes. “Good girl, you go first, this is your time”
We left the bedroom and padded down the short corridor towards the living area. Pinky walked in front, and I followed, watching her bare ass jiggle. We rounded the corner with Pinky leading. I heard a collective gasp from the three girls, as we appeared, naked together, for the first time.
“Wow” said Holly “What a sight for sore eyes! Two nekkid superheroes!”
We returned to our original places in front of the screen, and stood hand in hand, totally revealed to our three friends. I had thought, at first, that sharing the experience with Pinky would make me feel less exposed. In fact the opposite was true. Standing next to her I was aware that Holly, Meg and Renee’s eyes were flitting between us, inevitably comparing, contrasting and appraising our naked bodies. I felt more under scrutiny, more naked than ever.
“Ok” said Meg, “It appears Roger couldn’t make it tonight, so if everyone’s up for it, I suggest we go pay him a visit” “Where are your keys, Babygirl?”
“Um, in my pocket, here.” I reached for my jeans which still sat on the carpet where I had left them. I removed my key ring from my pocket, and tossed it to Meg.
She looked through the bunch of keys. “This one is the same as ours, so I’m guessing it must open your back door?”
I nodded.
“Which means this one must be the key to the front door?”
I nodded again, and Meg removed the key from the ring and handed it to me.
“So ladies, this is what I propose: in a few moments, the two naked members of our party will go downstairs to Heidi’s apartment. Obviously they will not be able to use the back door, but will have to cross the parking lot, go around the side of the building to the front and use the key they have, to come in the front door. Meanwhile us clothed gals will give you twenty minutes to get to the front. We will then let ourselves in your back door and wait for you to come in and wake Roger up.” I hung the key from my necklace.
A minute later, Pinky and I stood by the front door, waiting to go out naked in public. I felt the familiar rush of anticipation. This would be my third time venturing outdoors wearing no clothing whatsoever. For Pinky however, this would be her debut walking naked outside. I could only imagine the intensity of her feelings. Despite her trembling, I could see she was determined to see it through.
“Ok, girls it’s time! See you in twenty” said Meg. Pinky opened the door and we both stepped onto the balcony. I heard the door click shut behind us. I remember being surprised it was so dark. It was light at eight when I had arrived at the apartment, It was now after eleven and the sun had set long ago. We looked out over the balcony at the twinkling lights of the city, spread before us. In the distance were two snakes, one gold, one red, of the traffic still moving on the freeway.
The feeling of being naked outside in the dark was vastly different to my previous exposures, both of which had been in bright sunlight. I suppose I felt slightly safer, less frightened of being seen. The fact that there were two of us sneaking about in the dark gave a naughty, skinny-dipping kind of vibe to the experience. Another difference was the way the cool air played across my naked body. The metal floor of the balcony was so cold it hurt my bare feet, and made me wish I had worn my sandals, until the purist in my head recited the mantra ‘shoes is not naked.’ Surely I was already cheating by wearing my door key on my necklace.
“Come on Pinky, let’s get moving before our feet freeze!” We scurried to the fire escape stairs and descended to the parking lot below. A moment later we were standing outside the back door of my apartment, at the foot of the fire escape.
“I guess throwing a rock through my kitchen window and breaking in, would be cheating, you think?”
“I think it would be, Heidi” laughed Pinky. “Anyway broken glass and nude girl bits don’t mix, plus someone might call the cops, and I am definitely not down for a naked ride in a squad car!”
“Oh well, we had better go around the building then” We began to edge our way to the corner of the building. Although there were light poles in the parking lot, the light they threw out did not reach the building, so we were deep in shadow. The only windows in direct view, were from my apartment, and therefore not a concern. I was most worried that one of my neighbors would arrive to park their car and illuminate two little white and pink bunnies with their headlights. We reached the corner of the building and stepped onto the grass with relief. While still cool, the grass was a lot easier on the feet than the cold metal stairs or the parking lot asphalt. We began to cross the small lawn at the side of the building. The lawn was studded with a few asphalt islands on which stood the trashcans for the apartments. Now we were out of view of the parking lot, my biggest fear was of seeing a racoon. I had spotted one, once before, when taking the trash out at night. I knew that if one came near my naked legs now, I would scream loud enough to bring half the neighborhood onto the street. Luckily we reached the front corner of the building without seeing any critters. All we had to do now, to reach my front door, was to cross the security fence. Shit! The security fence. The one with a magnetically locked gate to keep out dogs and deter non residents from taking a short cut across our yard. A gate that opened with an electronic key fob. A fob that was still on my key ring, back at Holly and Meg’s! “I’m gonna kill Meg! She must have done this on purpose!” “Done what?” asked Pinky. “Kept the key to the gate! Unless we can get over the fence we’re gonna have to walk round the block on the street to get to the front!”
“Oh God! I don’t think I’m ready to go on a public street” wailed Pinky. “Do you think we can climb over?”
We stood and stared at the metal security fence. It was six foot high, constructed of flat steel slats spaced about three inches apart, I wondered if we could use the slats as steps to climb. When I tried, I found that although I could get my fingertips and toes in the gaps, the angle of the slats made it impossible to move your feet to the next level. I tried putting my weight on my feet and it felt like my toes were going to break.
“We need to stand on something to reach the top” I told Pinky.
“What about one of the trashcans?” she suggested.
We hurried back to the nearest asphalt island, but the large metal dumpsters were too heavy to move. We had better luck with the plastic recycling bin for paper. Thankfully it had been recently emptied, so the two of us were able to trundle it across the grass and wedge it against the fence. Pinky went first, trying to clamber onto the three foot high bin. She was struggling to gain purchase on the slightly angled and slippery plastic surface. She thrust her torso over the bin, while I stood behind her, trying to boost her onto it by pushing handfuls of naked thigh, buttock and eventually the soles of her feet. Finally she managed to sit down on the top of the bin, and by pulling on my arms, helped me to scramble up and sit down heavily beside her. We sat, panting and sweating, recovering from our efforts. The ridiculousness of the situation hit home and soon we were giggling like idiots at the sight we must have presented. Two completely naked women, struggling in the dark to sit on a large plastic bin.
“Come on, next bit!” I said, leaning against the fence, to lever myself to my feet. I grasped Pinky’s arms and pulled her up beside me. After a bit of a wobble, when we both almost fell off, we stood and looked over the fence to the tree outside my apartment, and the lights of the street beyond. Perched as we were on the bin, the top of the fence was now level with our waists. Height however was not the issue. The whole length of the fence, including the gate, was topped with ornate, but still lethal looking spikes. “We’re fucked” I spat. “There’s no way over these spikes without becoming a nude girl kebab. Even if we could jump them, the six foot drop on the other side would probably break our necks. I’m sorry Pinky, but I think We’re gonna have to try the street. It must be close to midnight now, so hopefully no one will be around!”
We climbed down from the bin and forlornly pushed it back to its asphalt home.
“Maybe Meg forgot about the fob, or she’s just teasing us” said Pinky hopefully. “We could knock at your back door and ask the girls to let us in.”
“We can try” I said. “But I wouldn’t get your hopes up. This whole thing has been designed to make us walk naked on a public street, so you’d better be ready to do just that.”
Pinky grimaced. “Oh God, it’s making me so scared … and so wet! I just …” her voice trailed off in embarrassment.
In a few moments we had retraced our steps and were once more outside my apartment, which appeared to be in darkness. I rapped on the door - not too loudly as I was concerned my neighbors might come and investigate. I rapped again - a bit harder. This time the kitchen light came on and Holly appeared at the window in the back door. “You two nekkid ladies are at the wrong door” she grinned.
“Holly, let us in! Meg didn’t give us the fob for the security gate. We can’t get around the front without walking on the street!”
“Hold on, I’ll be back in a minute” she walked across the kitchen and through the door towards the living room. Pinky and I waited anxiously, naked and locked out on my own doorstep.
She returned to the door. “Here, get this! I’m gonna slide it under the door”
Waves of relief washed through me. She was going to give us the fob! We would still have to go around the front, but at least the route would be relatively safe and private. I bent to retrieve the fob, but found instead a five dollar bill!
“Meg says can you buy us some chips at the mini mart on the corner? and we’ll see you in a bit.”
Holly turned, and the light snapped off, plunging the kitchen back into darkness.
Poster:
Heidi Green
