CMNF, OON, naked in front of friends story – “The Shaping of the Slut” – Chapter 2

I let my expression say : did you just say that?

“Thank you,” I meowed shyly, humbled by the compliment. My face was already red.

After that, no words followed, for they needed not to. Instead, I let the arousal settle in, and that newly discovered power of their presence subjugate me to a constant receptivity to the electricity that travelled in the room. The boys kept on conversing, I was silent. Why not? That silence was a conduit through which travelled all my feelings. I looked over to Isabel. She had set her eyes on me like an overseeing guardian. You promised her, I thought. So what? My decisions were mine. Whatever consequences they had affected only me.

Fuck it, I decided. The warmth in me was so strong that again it swept away the chains of ethic. I looked at Alex. Damn his chivalrous attitude. If I truly was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, then he had to yearn for the sight of my naked body as much as I yearned giving it to the boys. I got up and went to an isolated corner of the Quarters. My friends had a full view of from there. After taking a long breath for courage, I removed my shoes, socks, jeans, shirt and underwear.

Thirty seconds later, I was sitting down totally nude whilst casually browsing the internet on my cellphone. I made sure to sit with my sides to the class, for I wanted the boys to see my body from another angle. When I turned my head, I saw every single person in the Quarters looking at me. Calm down, I told myself. I breathed hard and pretended to go back to my casual attitude, knowing that my buddies had their sights on me. The girls began whispering among themselves, most probably insulting me under their breaths. I didn’t care. As time went by, I noticed that the boys too were leaning towards each other to whisper things. Lacking the feminine subtlety of the rest of the class, they whispered loud enough that I could pick up parts of their conversation.

“…amazing…”

“…her fucking legs man…”

“…is she really doing this? I didn’t know she was like that.”

“I don’t think she knew it either…”

“Fuck man, those tits…she has perfect tits…”

I had never heard them speak so. At least of me; sometimes they would compare passing bodies in the halls, but that was the first time they spoke of me…as a girl. I looked over to them, and their naughty, almost pervert smiles as they got together to comment on my body; reducing me to that, a sexy naked body, sexualizing me, objectifying me. It was the classic situation of the bunch of boys commenting on a woman’s body. But that woman was their friend. Their close buddy. Five minutes before, I had been conversing with them on an equal level, but now the boys were irrevocably boys, and the girl was irrevocably a girl, and in this macho, sexist context, I was completely separated from them, becoming my own, singular entity. It wasn’t “us” anymore. It was “them” and the girl. Why did I enjoy it so much if all it did was to separate me from them? I didn’t know, nor for the moment, did I care.

I got up, knowing that I was revealing all the front of me as I walked towards the guys. I sat again with them, this time crossing my legs and keeping that feminine pose which Alex had liked so much.

“Hey,” I said like a shy little girl. “I heard you and, well… Here, you can look at them better now.”

I passed my hand across my breasts to make sure they knew what I was talking about.

They smiled further, all looking down at my boobs simultaneously. I was such a slut, such an attention yearning slut…

“I love your boobs Jade,” Hugo said.

I just giggled, dying from shyness, my face as red as a tomato. I couldn’t believe they were saying these things! The other day, they looked ashamed to even look at me, now they stood right in front of me with hungry looks and no shame in telling me things that most girls would give violent slaps for.

“I knew you looked good,” Issa added, “but damn, not this good.”

“I know right?” said I jokingly. “You’re looking at Venus’s sexy naked body,” and I proceeded to glide my hand across my neck, boobs and stomach in the sluttiest possible manner. The boys gave me a look of joyous incredulity. They couldn’t believe what they were looking at.

“Wow…” Ari laughed, flabbergasted. “I mean holy shit Jade…I NEVER thought you could be like this.”

“Like what?”

“You know…This hot.”

Well I can be, handsome; my mind thought, and I repeated the blatantly erotic gesture again just to cement the point. I loved how the day was going. Both the boys and I had shed the discomfort as I had shed my clothes, and now we all were charged with confident arrogance, but none more than myself. I got up and placed myself in the center of the circle the boys formed. Now my tits were on the same level as their eyes, and thus on a perfect level.

“So,” I began eagerly, “let’s talk Art shall we?” I made sure to turn every few seconds so all the boys could enjoy my ass and the front of me. My hands were placed cockily on my hips, that way I made sure my arms hid nothing. “How about for the first scene, we just establish the context? One totally naked girl for seven well clothed men. You’ll stand around, all manly and cool in your tuxedos, and then I’ll come in and start showing you my body.”

I stopped to stand above Issa and looked down to him with a confident smile, seductively and slowly slipping my fingers into his hair. My plump breasts almost touched his face, and my whole body was so close to him that he could have grabbed my waist at any moment, and make me his. Not only would I have not uttered a single word of resistance, but if I had more courage, I might even have asked him to. Regardless, the glaring flirt felt great. “What do you think?” I asked him.

“You look amazing naked,” he breathed against my boobs.

I laughed, giving him a light tap on the cheek.

“I was talking about my idea for the scene you pervert! Is THIS,” I gave my ass a light slap, “all you can think about right now?”

“Yeah, sorry girl,” Chris calmly said with his sights on my butt. “You’re giving us something a little too interesting to look at.”

I didn’t answer, for Chris’s words had caused me to go silent. What was it exactly? I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something he had said troubled me.

Girl, I thought…He had just called me girl. The boys had never called me that before. To them, I was either “dude” or “bro.” For the first time, Chris had employed a term which actually befitted me. For some reason, it felt amazing.

Before I could respond, Sarah approached us.

“Well Jade, I see you’ve changed your mind.”

Suddenly embarrassed, I left Issa’s hair alone and retreated a few paces from him. From an exterior point of view, I must’ve looked like I was begging him to fuck me hard.

“Yeah,” I answered. “You know, I thought…” I looked at the boys and smiled. “I thought I could brighten the guys day up and give them a little treat.”

Sarah seemed absolutely proud.

“Very good sweetie, that’s very nice of you! How about you boys, Do you like Jade’s treat?”

The boys nodded enthusiastically.

“Oh yes, very!”

“Absolutely!”

Alex was the only one who remained still. He had always been more silent, always soft smiled and spoken, always harder to break. That’s what gave him this attractive elegance.

“So,” Sarah continued, “did you figure out any ideas?”

“Yeah, I was telling the guys about a first scene where we could clarify the context. It would just be them standing around still, and then me walking around. The fact that they’re clothed and I’m not would be enough to make it interesting.”

“Fascinating, even, because it’s so unusual. Show me how you’d do it then.”

The boys got up and stood around me. From the corner of my eye, I looked at the girls. Even with the little amount of visual information I was receiving, I could sense a great deal of frustration on their part. To hell with them. I was having a tremendous amount of fun.

I began walking between the boys, going back and forth through these little routes their positions created. I did it slowly, knowing that theatrical walking was never true walking, either in speed or in form. For the latter, Sarah helped me.

“Remember,” she said, “the key to all this is the contrast. Many men, one woman, the many are clothed, the one isn’t. You need to reinforce the contrast in the way you walk. Look at the context, how those different elements work together. What do you feel out it all?”

I observed my friends, studying their posture, their appearance…

“Well, they feel strong. They feel manly and powerful, because the only woman in this microcosm is completely naked. It makes them stronger, and it makes me weaker, more vulnerable, more fragile. I feel…it’s weird, but I feel more feminine. I feel VERY feminine, like I can’t escape the fact that I’m a woman.”

My nipples were getting hard as I verbalized my situation.

“Good,” Sarah said. “You’ve touched on an important aspect, that of the microcosm.

What is this world exactly? It’s a space where the two genders exist in their purest, most raw form. What are the traditional attributes of manhood? Strength, power, firmness, solidity. You’ve said exactly those things about the boys. And what of womanhood, what are it’s traditional attributes? Grace, elegance, fragility, an aerial sense of being. There’s already much of it in the one sided nudity, since you’re at the mercy of the men; you’re weaker and vulnerable and fragile. This is what you must embody in how you move. Femininity.”

“How do I do that?”

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