“I’m-m-m-s-sorry, really, I-I-I-I won’t do it again!”
“Well. You’ll have to, eventually.” Just thinking about it made my head spin. If he told me right there and then to strip, I would’ve done it. “Alright” I said, “I’m going to my math class.”
He seemed almost relieved.
“Ok then, bye.”
“Hey, wait there. You didn’t give me a hug.”
As we hugged, I let the warmth in my body take hold of me, and it had me push myself against him closer than I ever did before. My breasts pressed against his chest. I knew he could feel all their volume. The hug was as intimate as those shared by lovers. Still in that embrace, I brought my face at an inch of his and gazed at him with feline confidence. I said nothing, instead letting my breath shuffle on his lips. That’s when I felt a hardness against my legs. I was giving him an erection.
A realization hit me. The previous day, when I had been sweating against a metal chair as the cuffs held my nude body to it… I had been so lost in my own arousal that I had forgotten that… That the boys must’ve felt it too…
The notion itself was unbelievable. My friends, my buddies, my pals I had known since we were acne ridden, barely teenage highschoolers, with whom I spent my social life with… I had caused their cocks to harden. I had managed to do what they always referred to when speaking of those beautiful models in erotic sites. I had managed to generate this sort of fire in their bodies…
I should have felt horrified and yet, I could only think of the immense power this represented. With a single act of stripping nude, I had influenced the minds and bodies of a whole group. That…that was power…
I retreated from the intimate embrace and smiled him goodbye. I knew that he had been hard, and he knew that I knew. Our silence on the matter made it delectable. Fuck me, I was aroused again. I forgot all the shame and anger that had awakened with me in the morning, and instead my now joyful mind focused on the mirth I got out of my conversation with Liang. The friend who had been my first teammate in high school projects, with whom I went to the local ice cream shop almost every day of the summer, with whom I spoke of the multiple crushes I had on guys… That same friend just told me I was equipped with a sexy naked body and nice breasts.
I ordered my arousal to calm down and sat down in my math class next to Joseph, Harry, Ian and all the rest of the guys whom I knew as my “math class buddies”. As the class went on, I thought of how different their presences felt compared to that of my gang, the day prior when I had been nude. Speaking with clothed beings while being deprived of that advantage had conferred to the presence of the boys such gravity, such importance that at no moment I had been able to forget they were there, looking at me. Their very being next to me had felt like a constant touch, a continuous caress all over my skin. I had been feeling their auras like hands fondling me. I had been able to FEEL their presence with my very skin.
In the math class though, there was naught but boredom. The presence of the boys was devoid of any importance, any feeling, any electricity. They were only exterior bodies disconnected from mine. A strange truth seemed to be dawning on me as a result of having been seen as I had been born; I was discovering the boredom of modesty. My math buddies had never seen my body, and thus, there was no invisible charge to be felt, no knowledge to be shared in silence. There was nothing at all.
The day passed and with it my ruminations. As I went into my bed to begin my sleep, I decided that I had come to an interesting conclusion: a nude presence was a variable so strong in nature that it had a transformative power, and could infuse an element as small as a mere look with unimaginable energy and power. I was beginning to see the genius in Sarah’s idea.
It was with that fascination that I woke up the next day and went back to college. That day was acting class again. I couldn’t escape facing the class any more. In order to avoid the terrifying prospect of entering an already full class and having thirty heads simultaneously turn to me, I took an earlier bus than usual and went into the Quarters thirty minutes before the start of class.
I entered what we considered our second home and walked through it’s emptiness, looking at the numerous antiquities which decorated the place.
“Good morning Jade.”
Surprised, I turned around. It was Sarah.
“Hey. I didn’t see you there.”
“I was in the costume room. The new costumes for this year’s play arrived this morning, finally. You’ll all be very happy, the quality’s superb, even though I think they didn’t need to be this expensive.”
“At least my part saves money on costumes…”
“About that, come take a seat, we’ll talk.”
We sat in the Circle.
“Thanks” I said, taking the cup of tea she was offering me.
She sat down and looked at me with this ever present smile.
“So, how did it go the other day? Tell me everything.”
“It was…wow, it was amazing. I never felt anything like that before. It was as if I was feeling the combined stares and presence of thirty people, you know?”
“Which group had the strongest effect on you? The boys or the girls?”
“The boys, definitely the boys. Not only that they’re my friends but…god, there was something else. It’s the fact that they’re men, and that I’m a girl…and that I was the only one naked. The imbalance you know?”
Interest gleamed in Sarah’s stare as she leaned towards me.
“Imbalance,” she repeated. “Interesting. Tell me more about that imbalance.”
“Well it felt incredible, like multiplying everything by a thousand. Like, imagine if it was seven boys and seven girls and all of them were naked. Well there’s no more nudity is there? I mean there is, but it quickly becomes sort of forgotten since that’s the norm, since everyone’s not wearing clothes, so really, the nudity loses all it’s importance; that’s the whole idea nudists have been trying to push for decades. But if it’s only one girl against seven boys and she’s the only one naked, then she’s totally disadvantaged. She’s “more” naked. That’s how I felt. More naked, more vulnerable, more disadvantaged.”
Sarah’s pondered voraciously on my thoughts.
“Very interesting. Yes, very. You see, originally the idea of having you nude among clothed men was just a visual cue, a tool if you will. Like a close-up in a movie, the point was to attract all the attention on you so people knew it was about female sexuality and not sexuality as a whole. It was more of a device than anything else, but what you’re saying here makes me realise there can be so much more to it…imbalance, inferiority, even. You’ve emphasized something with a lot of potential, Jade. Build on that theme of imbalance, all right? The play will be a sequence of chapters with no dialogue, only actions. Talk with the boys and act out scenes that’ll evoke this feeling of yours, for example you try to pick up your clothes but the boys don’t let you. It’s that simple.”
“Alright, but they’ll have to imagine me naked.”
“You’ll be clothed today?”
“Yeah. And all the other days too. I’ll rehearse naked one last time before the play, but that’ll be it.”
“As you wish. But remember, feeling the sexual tension for real is the only way to properly construct those scenes.”
I froze.
“Sexual tension? Why do you say that?”
She laughed as she got up to leave.
“Now, now Jade, you don’t actually think that nothing’s going on in your pals minds when they look at you naked, do you? Trust me, that body of yours is something to enjoyed.”
She hadn’t left yet when another feminine presence popped out of nowhere and sat itself down angrily next to me.
“What the fuck Jade…” Isabel’s words and stare were charged with rock hard rage.
“Uh…hi?”
“What the fuck?” She repeated. “Would you care to tell me exactly what the fuck you’re doing?”
“Doing what?”
“Doing the sluttiest thing any girl in this program ever heard of! You stripped naked in front of seven guys all casually like it was a fucking picnic! And not just any guys; your fucking friends!” Chanel was right. Isabel was everything but pleased. I brought my head down, shamefully. “Don’t you have any shame?!”
“I do, more than you think, believe me.”
“Then why in the name of fuck are you doing this?”
I couldn’t tell her the truth.
“Look, Sarah’s a good friend and she did a lot for me. It wouldn’t have been fair to turn her down after two years of her being so nice to me.”
“Losing your dignity to thank someone who was paid to do her job as a teacher seems a fair exchange to you?!”
“Look, I swear I’m not making this into a habit. I’ll only rehearse again in my…costume in May. Then I’ll do the play and that’ll be the last time I’ll ever do ANYTHING like that, I swear it Isabel. I’m not a slut, you know me.”
My words did nothing to soothe her anger.
“You can do it as rarely as you want, but nothing will ever change the fact that they saw your body. Every time you’ll hang out with them, they’ll know everything that’s underneath your clothes, and that’s never going away. Don’t you feel ashamed about that? Why do you think a true woman only lets her boyfriend see her naked?”
“I don’t know Isabel…”
“Yes you fucking do, we talked about it a million times. Why?”
I sighed.
“Because it’s something that deserves to be earned. It shows that as a woman you have value and deserve to be fought for.”
“Bravo then, congratulations. Wow. I would be disgusted by a girl who’d strip naked for some guy she just met in a bar, but you? These are your FRIENDS Jade! They’ve known you and respected you for years and now you’ve just sexualized the only girl in the gang. Do you realize how hurtful that is to basic rights of women?”
She got up, seemingly done with her scolding me. Terrified, I jumped up and grabbed her arm.
“Hey! You’re not gonna start hating me now are you? I’m gonna kill myself if my big sister doesn’t like me.”
The words softened her up, and she took my hand.
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Stories are meaningless without pictures and videos. Miss the old blog too much.
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Where’s the rest mmm I read cha 1 – 5. I need more!!!!