CMNF, OON, naked in front of friends story – “The Shaping of the Slut” – Chapter 1

“The Shaping of the Slut” written and posted on the old ENF CMNF Forum by CrimsonGirl, and reposted by freeipodtouch on our new forums (topic).

This is a story I wrote with some help from a friend for the prose. It’s entirely dedicated to a CMNF dynamic in a college. Jade, a tomboyish girl who’s the only girl in a gang of eight friends, is cast in her college play as the main character. The only problem… is that it’s a fully nude role from beginning to end. The story is pretty autobiographical. Of course it’s a heavily romanticized version of events that occured in my life, but it’s still not that far off from the truth, and the main character isn’t too different from me either. Hope you’ll enjoy it 🙂

 — CrimsonGirl

The whole story takes about an hour to read from start to finish, and is separated into 7 pages as a result. You can flip between pages at the bottom of the post.

The Shaping of a Slut – Chapter 1

I sat as always right next to Alex, my closest friend in the world, though by no means was my friendship with the other boys of no value. Six others there were, and once added to Alex and I, the result was a group of friends; an inseparable band which spent weekends, holidays and vacations together. It had been that way for many years by that point, since we had known one another since the early days of highschool. Here I must stress on a specific peculiarity that pertained to our gang. Indeed, modern culture is ripe with examples of that sort of group of “bros,” boys held together by a masculine sense of brotherhood, a virile pride in taking part in an enclave of manly friendship which contrasts with the “otherness” of girls and their separate world, hence the popularity of the “bros before hoes” code of honor.

I must then, given those dominant variables of our society, admit that I was, for lack of a better word, an anomaly. For I am, in fact, one of these “others.” Eyes foreign to our gang often gazed at us in confused curiosity, failing to understand the presence of this one lone girl in this group of boys. Naturally, the initial theory was always that I was some sort of bounty so low in dignity and so depraved in nature, that I served a sexual purpose in that male group. Though I would not call myself the angry type, I will not hide that my dismissal of this theory would always be carried forth in a fit of absolute rage and disgust. The very idea was not only insulting to me, a virgin who had never kissed a guy, but also to our whole group. The attitude of the boys towards me was one of unquestioned and uncalculated equality. So much so indeed, that my very belonging to the female sex was often a forgotten fact whenever I was with them. I was just one of the old time friends. I guess my appearance contributed to that. Not my natural appearance, mind you, but how I dressed up. Perhaps no one could ever tell that I had a rather fit body, since the big baggy hoodies and big baggy sweat pants I wore hid any semblance of silhouette. I looked more like a lowlife hoodlum than a girl, to be quite honest.

Thus I sat on one of the dirty couches next to Alex, my best friend, alongside the others. As with every sunday since we were young highschoolers, we met at Chris’s place to watch football. The latter, a stout, cap wearing sports fan, was always the host, for his house was the biggest, his chips reserves the most plentiful, and his parents the least present.

“Dude, bring the fucking beers,” I told him, “the game’s about to start.”

“Why don’t you get them yourself if you’re so thirsty?” he replied, an ever jolly tone in his voice despite his occasional sarcasm.

“Shut the fuck up and get them!”

Our host complied, going for his fridge in the kitchen. Everyone one of us took orders from the other and vice versa, since it must also be noted that there was no alpha in the group. Hierarchy was as absent among us as stress on my gender. The only one close to an alpha was Ari, and I say this for he was well known by most as an alpha male with his broad shoulders, muscular build and douchebag attitude. It was to him I turned with a grin, saying :

“Remember, I get 20 bucks if the Lions win.”

“Calm your tits bro, I’m better at betting than you are.”

“Yeah? How about I bet you that I can beat your ass on CS?”

“Done. Tonight at seven. 20 bucks?”

“20 bucks. Prepare your anus, you’re fucked.”

“Jade.” That was Alex’s voice, this deep, rich sound. I turned to him. ” He always goes for submachine guns,” he said, giving me advice on the video game in which Ari and I so often warred against online, “and he always empties his ammo too fast. Just run around until he has no ammo then get him with a grenade, always works.”

Alex, dear Alex. That young man always had my back, with his rugged skin to bring warmth to my heart, his piercing blue eyes to bring me comfort, and his brown hair my fingers always played with when boredom presented itself to me.

“I love you,” I said, smiling, before planting a kiss on his cheek.

Everyone accused me of overzealous prudishness, and true, even hugs and little kisses were something I never experienced. Except of course, when it came to Alex.

My ruminations were brought to a sudden halt when a beer bottle almost crash landed on my face. Fortunately, Alex was there to catch it.

“Hah! I was gonna break your face,” Hugo laughed as Chris was passing ’round the beers.

“Fuck you bro, “I gasped back, holding back my own laughter. Hugo did not wait for any words to follow, already he leaned towards me, his mind set on a subject he wanted to talk about.

“You know, I heard some rumors. About you and Max.”

He always heard the rumors, this one. With his lithe tallness, it seemed natural he’d hear everything, for his ears were above most heads. There were two things the vaguely handsome, short haired young man loved above all else, smoking pot and gossiping like a teenage girl.

“Bullshit,” I quipped. “You didn’t hear anything,” Of course, I knew that he had.

“Yes I did. Come on, how’s it looking, huh?”

I noticed Liang’s intensely questioning look behind that of Hugo’s. These two were always together when it came to pressuring me for information on my love life. The error of their ways was to assume that I even had one. This time around though, the course of events seemed to be taking a turn I was yet unaccustomed to. For the first time in my life, I had begun speaking to a boy with a desire other than to form a mere friendship.

“Well,” I shyly began, “Max and I have a date this Tuesday evening.”

“YEAAAAH!” the two guys yelled as if their team had scored a point. As I high fived them, I refrained from mentioning that this date was to be the sixth, and that nothing more than minor chit chat had occurred there yet.

Our attentions went back to the football game on TV. We drank all the beer in the house and kept betting upon betting, losing and gaining money with each and every point scored by the teams we had chosen. As all that was going on, I smiled and laughed, like always. And yet…yet something was off. There was a feeling in me, one of inexplicable greyness. That feeling had started being there a few years prior, at the turn of my puberty; when I first started growing out of childhood. This abstract emotion, this vague feeling, it kept gaining in weight as the months and years passed. By that point, it had reached a state which I can only describe as…boredom? Yes, as strange as it seems, I can only confer to that incomprehensible entity the aptly boring term of “boredom.” In the past, these hangouts had always been the highlight of my week; all the stress and negativity that I would amass in the course of days would find themselves suddenly evaporated by the ridiculous amount of fun I would have with my friends. In playing video games, watching movies, eating or drinking together, we had always been the merriest bunch. But for some inexplicable reason, as this merriness kept on going within the others, it had slowly degraded to the point of near extinction within me. No more felt I that incredible fun. Of course, I still enjoyed the company of my friends but… not to the point to which I had before. That boredom soon turned into a state of fleeting melancholia, and I found myself retreating to the bathroom for some calm.

There, I looked at myself in the mirror, perhaps hoping that in my own face I would find a cure to my sadness. There I only found what I always found, myself. I thought of Max, and of what he saw when he looked at me. What indeed, did any guy see? Did they see beauty? Or did they see ugliness? Perhaps something in between, so plain as to not deserve even the slightest reaction? My curiosity in that moment was so great, that, without truly thinking, I felt my hands grab every piece of clothing of mine and take them off me. My shoes, my socks, my pants, my hoodie, and then even my underwear. They all fell on the floor as I stood nude in front of my own image.

The Caribbean half of my family had made my wavy hair a shade of pure black, and dark too was my caramel colored, smooth skin. That darkness was then contrasted by two orbs the color of a Caribbean sea, as a shining turquoise light gleamed in my gaze, a reminder of the other, Spanish half of my descent. My lips, full and rosy, my nose, small and elegant. My eyes went down to look at my naked body. My breasts were large. Very large. And yet, not in an inelegant way where they would’ve shared the physical properties of a large, clumsy beast, no, they seemed to be as large as they could possibly be without starting to hang. In fact, for all their size, they still felt firm, a firmness I proved by once again grasping and fondling them. The palms of my hand involuntarily rubbed my nipples, and the latter hardened as a feeling of arousal started teasing my body. Indeed, my breasts, were large but their size wasn’t proportionate. In fact, I’d dare say my body was graced with the most advantageous disproportion. The rest of my body remained slim enough, my hips and torso were curvy without exceeding in even a milligram of excess fat, and that same quality had been bestowed unto my legs. The only girls I knew with breasts my size were much fatter ones, and yet I retained a healthy look with a still ample torso. I turned slightly around to look at my ass. Round, firm. It seemed to look nice and yet… I never knew what to think of myself? Was I beautiful? Was I horrendous? My loneliness in romance had been so great throughout my life that my instincts almost always made me steer towards the latter. I always yearned to feel like those stars on television. To feel beautiful.

The door suddenly opened. Panicking, I jumped on it and pushed it closed with all my strength.

“Jade? Are you alright?”.

“I am Alex, don’t worry,” I panted.

“You’ve been in there for a while now.”

“I told you not to worry.”

As I listened to Alex go back into the living room, I rushed to put my clothing back on. For some inexplicable reason, as I was speaking totally naked to Alex on the other side of the door, the prospect of him entering both terrified me and… and caused a tingle down there, between my legs…

I decided not to think any more about it and went back into the living room. There, while the others kept watching the football game, I had a long conversation with the last two members of our gang, Sodden, the video game nerd; and Issa, the aspiring army member, about “bitches and hoes.” As I conversed, my mind travelled to a distant thought. I felt like one of the boys when within the gang. I drank, gamed and joked with them. I felt so much like one of the boys that…

That I never really felt like a woman.

The evening passed and eventually, we found ourselves back in our respective homes, preparing for the morrow which would bring the challenges of college, for we were just beginning another school year.

I speak of challenges but if I am to be completely honest, I must say that college for us was the most entertaining version of education we could ever have known. Our gang had initially been united by a common passion, that of acting on stage. Thus it was that we all were part of the same college program, Dramatic Proficiencies in Stage Acting. The aspect of said program that all unanimously agreed on as fantastic; was that it was only one class. I repeat, the entire academic program was constituted of one class. Now don’t start thinking that we were a lucky bunch graced with free time; for that one class went from 9 in the morning to 6 in the evening, and we were to attend it four out of five days of the academic week. In simpler terms, we spent almost the entire school year in the same class. There we labored to attain a single goal; the creation of an end of the year stage play. This total dedication of an academic year to a single play meant that our college’s plays enjoyed the same renown as those in the most revered theaters of the region. Ours was a craft taken with seriousness, and all of us were most serious about it. And this year was our third and final. The first two years had consisted of straightforward adaptations of classically written, three act structured plays; dialogue and drama heavy. At the start of this year however, our teacher, Sarah, spoke with a smile of a totally different approach.

I was sitting in a window corner of the art “territory” of the college. In all truthfulness, any student not in an artistic department was doomed for a constant feeling of inferiority, since our college was unabashedly artistic in it’s reputation and fabric. And even though there were little sections of the institution dedicated to natural sciences and so forth, the most prestigious territory of it was the art section, itself divided in different territories of it’s town; music, visual arts, and of course, theater. My bus always caused me to arrive a bit too early to the college, and so I was to wait every morning for a good 20 minutes until the classes would start. I was scrolling through my Facebook app when a bunch of students, male and female, showed up. They were talking, probably getting to know one another better for the school year. Many of them carried instruments; musicians obviously; the others I knew. There was Chris, Liang, Issa and Ari. Hugo was at their head, his air somewhat sneaky. That could only mean one thing.

“Dude, come on, you brought weed with you again?” I asked.

“Hey, it’s just a little bit,” he answered, head down. He smoked a tiny bit and started coughing like a dying old man.

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