I thanked the girls for their support, and as Sarah came into the Quarters, everyone sat down. She stood at the head of the Circle and welcomed us with her warm smile.
“Hi everyone. Today’s a great day. We’re finally going to start staging the play.”
The past two years, those words had generated a great deal of excitement, but this time around, with the abstractness of the play we were creating, doubt was the chief reaction. Fortunately, Liang raised his hand.
“How are we going to, if there isn’t any dialogue or narrative? I mean we need something to work off of.”
“That’s a very good question. That’s where the fun of this year will be. I’m giving all of you total and complete creative control over what you do. No directions from me, only advice. You’re all free to find your own ways to evoke the feelings and themes of the play. So every day here, you’ll be talking and figuring out ways in which you can use language other than narration and dialogue to evoke said themes.”
The information was received with eagerness. We were getting a whole year of total creative freedom. The year was going to be fun.
If only I knew just how fun it was to going to be…
Sarah turned to me. The eagerness left me in an instant and was replaced by freezing fear.
“Well sweetheart, since we begin staging the play today, I’ll have to ask you whether or not you’ll do the part. I would give you more time to think, but I need to know as of today. And remember that there’s absolutely no pressure on you to accept, it was just an offer, and you’re free to turn it down. So let’s get that out of the way; what’s your answer?”
Silence. The most complete, total silence reigned as all gazes were fixed on me. At first, everyone seemed to understand my muteness, but as the silence went on, confusion began creeping into the room, and the air became so heavy that were breathing awkwardness, not air. Why isn’t she saying no? They must have been thinking. I turned to my friends. To Chris, Liang, Ari, Sodden, Issa, Hugo…
Alex…
Later in our lives, my best friend would tell me that at this moment, he saw my eyes flicker with an indescribable feeling, a mix of fear, hesitation, doubt, guilt… Little did both of us know, that this moment would forever change who I was. The moral part of me yearned so desperately to find the strength to say no. And yet, I could not find it. I thought of myself, of my life. I saw myself as an old woman, on my deathbed. An old, proper woman who lived her life as society would’ve had her, and with her dying breath, no memories, no souvenirs to allow her the happiness of knowing that she dies without any regrets.
I had this one chance. This one chance to do this strange, crazy, mad thing. After taking the deepest breath I ever saw anyone take, I finally spoke :
“I’ll do it.”
Every single jaw in the room dropped. Even Isabel and the other girls didn’t have time to get angry, for their shock was too great. The boys threw their wide open eyes at me.
“I’m very happy to hear that,” Sarah declared joyfully. “The play can never reach it’s full potential without someone playing that part, and you’re the only one I can ever imagine doing it. Now I’ll make you another offer.” What? I thought. Ask me to suck all my friend’s cocks while we’re at it?
“As I said, you’ll all begin exploring the themes today. In your case Jade, that means exploring the central themes, womanhood and erotic tension. You’re free to do it in whatever way you want of course, but if I may give some advice, I’d advise you to…uhm, well there’s no other way to phrase it; strip naked as soon as possible. Not only will it help you discover your performance, but it’ll also help you get used to it. You’ll need to do it often enough so that you’ll be totally comfortable with your friends seeing you naked, so we don’t have any surprise panic attacks the night of the presentation.”
“You mean…I’ll have to get naked here too? And more than one time?”
“You don’t have to, it’s just preferable. I don’t need to tell you that this’ll take some getting used to”.
“Yeah…yeah of course…So, when should I…practice getting naked, do you think?”
“Preferably? I’d say today, Jade. Getting nude in front of your friends on a stage takes a great deal of courage. Determining if you have the courage of getting naked right now will show if you have the courage of doing it in June.”
A fucking shockwave hit me. Even if I had processed the idea that I was to appear nude in front of all the class; which I didn’t, I still saw it as this distant, intangible idea. Now reality hit me hard. I began regretting my decision.
“T…t…today?” I stuttered. “Like…like…n-now? Right now?”
“Do whatever makes you feel most comfortable, sweetheart.”
Again, the levels of anticipation rose through the roof of the room. I looked at my guy friends. And this tingle appeared again.
“I’ll…I’ll…do it now, then.”
My mind couldn’t process what was happening. I rose from my chair. “I can’t be doing this,” I thought, “I can’t be doing this, I can’t, I can’t…”
“Umm…Can I…can I have the keys to the changing room?”
Sarah laughed a sweet laugh.
“The changing room? Sweetie, you don’t need it.”
“Oh, right…” I blushed. Every instant was bringing about another realization of what I was about to do. And every realization made me realise the implications of it. And even then, I doubted that I was fully aware of what I was doing. Was I having a dream? It sure felt like it. “So…where do I do it?”
“You can do it right here.”
“Right…right…”
I placed myself in the very middle of the Circle, where everyone’s gazes converged to me from all directions. I was trembling with terror, and yet there was this invisible force that kept me going even with all the fear I felt. I looked at the boys, then lowered my eyes as soon as eye contact was made. I was contemplating reality itself. Could I truly do this? Get naked like that, in front of my gang? Could I plant the seeds of the most unbrotherly of feelings in my friends, feelings no friend should feel for another friend? Somehow, my trembling hand that moved by itself told me yes.
First, I took off my shoes and socks. Already felt I the unforgiving cold of the wooden ground. Again, another detail that would’ve been meaningless in another context smashed reality right into my face. Once barefoot, I took another deep breath, then grasped the lower ends of my hoodie, and removed it. My bra, with all the cleavage it was showing, was now in full view. I tried to calm myself by thinking that they’d seen as much every time we went to the pool together. No, I thought, they never saw THAT much. I always chose swimwear for decent women, dignified women. That was my bra they were seeing, and it already showed much of my large, full chest.
Why was I freaking out about the bra? In a few seconds I wouldn’t even have that much anymore.
After that, down went my sweatpants. Now I stood in my underwear only. I again looked over to the boys. Even though my skin color was that of dark caramel, my face went all red out of a mixture of shame and terror. And that fear was taking hold of me. I wanted to give up, to turn back. All this madness was causing me only shame and terror. Why was I making myself suffer so much?
Then I thought of that image, of me standing totally nude before my close male friends, and my nipples hardened, so much so that they began to hurt against the fabric of the bra, begging me to take it off. My arousal too, begged for the same thing, and so did every fiber of my being. And without thinking, I closed my eyes…
And undid my bra strap.
My boobs fell out so fast that they seemed like prisoners jumping into a much yearned for freedom. I took hold of my panties and slid them down my legs. That last piece of clothing fell to the ground. I was now totally naked, surrounded by thirty clothed people. They all looked at me in complete silence. That silence was long, and perhaps it went on for minutes. Thirty pairs of eyes were studying my bare skin. My whole body trembled as if I was stranded nude in the middle of Antarctica. No, at least Antarctica would not be populated so by this amount of clothed persons. Being nude in the middle of that room was even worse. I suddenly realised that even though my front was covered, my ass, on the other hand, was totally exposed to everyone behind me. I rapidly turned around to see Ari and Chris looking at it like salivating dogs. I felt my heart jump. They saw my ass…they saw my ass!
Then another realisation hit me… Others where now looking at my bare butt! I turned around again, and there saw the rest of my gang with their eyes pointed down there. Whatever I did, they encircled me. My ass was to be seen and nothing could stop it. Fortunately for me, Sarah got up and clapped her hands.
“Alright everyone! We can now start building our play. Girls, all of you go to the left side of the room, we’ll talk about how you can find ways of emoting the themes. All girls except for Jade, you’ll be with the boys on the right side. Boys, talk with Jade about how you can interact together in the play. And Alex, you’ll take care of her, alright?”
“Of course I will,” my best friend responded staunchly.
I gave him something of a lover’s smile, but that smile disappeared as soon as the members of the class began to migrate and I was reminded that my ass was showing. I walked to the right side of the room but stayed a good distance away from the boys. Alex placed himself in front of me so only the girls could now see my bare butt.
“You alright babygirl?” he asked, putting a tender hand on my cheek. I thought of asking him to hold me in his arms, then thought of the impossibility of that.
Does anyone happen to have the full story? Back in the day the rest was posted in the comments.
Check the forum link. The rest of the story is posted there. I’ll also be posting the rest of the story on the blog over time.
Didn’t see that, thanks!
Please submit a gallery of Kim Kardashian’s nudes. There are dozens.
Where is chapter 2 and all someone please post everything
I read this story with great interest because the main character is all too similar to how the ex-wife turned out. When we met she was kind of a tomboy with “issues” about male and female gender role playing. But under that she was rather feminine and, as it turned out, horney and not a little kinky. Well, she fell headover heels in love with me and I guess I gave here “permission” to bring out her feminine side. Like when I bought her first bikini – she said she would have thrown it back in the face of any other man. Well, to make a long story short, she got wilder and kinkier and, when i got laid off and ran out of money, she decided it was time to move on. I don’t know. Is there some lesson in both this story and my own?