Chapter 4 of The Shaping of the Slut by CrimsonGirl©, continuing from the last part here. Reposted by freeipodtouch on our new forums (topic). This chapter also includes a quick introduction by CrimsonGirl herself:
A quick notice for readers who began since Chapter 1; at this point there will start to be a shift in the sexual theme of the story. I believe I’m getting close to having milked the purely exhibitionist angle of the story dry, so eventually the themes will begin changing a little. While the CMNF and exhibitionist aspect will always be present, the story at this point will begin to take roads that go beyond simple exhibitionism. By the next chapter, the category will probably have shifted to something else. That said, enjoy!
The passing of time swept September away from us as the cold autumn winds swept the leaves from the trees, leaving them bare and naked. It was fitting then, that my body should know the same feeling. Our gang had settled on a simple, direct policy, that my body be bereft of clothing half of the time. My nudity had now settled into daily fun as I was bare for the pleasure of my guy friends fifty percent of the time; percentage which included our hangouts outside of college.
Even there, it had become a daily occurrence for me to be naked. We would watch sports together, shouting for our teams and cursing their adversaries, and no one mentioned that I was completely naked in the midst. Of this I told nothing to Isabel, for I dared not imagine what her reaction would be when hearing that these sessions of indulging in typical macho behaviour such as drinking beer while watching football were also punctuated by the only girl there being totally nude. During one of those games, the camera had zoomed on one of those low neckline shirt wearing blondes shaking their boobs
“Pfff, they can’t even do it right” I said. “This is how you do it” And I made my own breasts move to prove my point.
The guys jokingly applauded me.
“You’re a real pro at this” Ari said.
“You should go there like this and show them how a real girl does it” Hugo added.
“You crazy? I’d never go outside like this.”
He winked at me.
“Oh I bet you could.”
Maybe he was right. Maybe I was underestimating my capacity for being slutty. After all, two months prior, I would’ve killed someone had they told me it was in my character to be casually naked around seven guys who were my best friends.
That really was the most entertaining part of it, the casual aspect. Within the Quarters, we would often talk endlessly about the fact that I was not wearing anything, since that was the well from which we pulled all our inspiration,. But when just hanging out, we acted the same as when I was clothed, rarely mentioning my nudity.
All our traditional activities were suddenly more enjoyable, from playing chess to gaming, to watching movies to just talking. The latter was probably the most fun, since I usually did it sitting on every one of the guy’s laps at a time, either with my hands against their chests or my arms around their necks in a half hug which had me feeling their breaths against my boobs.
Another evening, it seemed we had exhausted all possible conversation topics for the day, and instead of treading through awkward silence, Ari had an idea.
“Jade, how about you do a little dance for us?”
I looked down to him, (I was sitting on his lap) and frowned.
“How about never? I’m not your personal stripper, asshole…”
You’re sitting on his lap completely naked with his lips almost touching your tits… I told myself, aware of the hypocrisy. Suddenly, he wrapped an arm around my waist and squeezed me against him, feeling all the mass of my boobs on his chest. My face was close enough for him to kiss.
“Come on girl, just one dance. You know how hot you look when you’re dancing.”
I felt imprisoned in how close he held me. I felt his, at his mercy. I could refuse, my logical mind knew it, but my instincts saw only my naked vulnerability, dominated by a man who held me. In that mindset, there was no refusing, but that didn’t matter anymore. Suddenly, I felt like doing it.
“Alright then” I whispered, then left a kiss on his cheek before putting the music on. My dance was as every bit as torrid and sexual as the last one, but then I began varying my position, going back and forth between being on all fours below the boys and kneeling on the couch. As the arousal became greater, I began mild physical contact with the guys, at first suggestively running my hands across their chests, then lowering myself to shake my ass against their laps. As I kept throwing sweat around with every move of my body, I suddenly felt a touch. Alex was slowly caressing my back. It was only my back, nothing erotic about it, and yet I still felt as if a whole tsunami of steaming water washed over me, and every drop of it’s water carried the arousal of a thousand souls. I shook my ass for him even more eagerly, as a way to thank him.
That day I had been tied on the stage, I had asked him to touch me. He had only caressed the side of my body, but we both knew I wanted more, yearned for more. We had never gone back to the subject after weeks. Perhaps it was time to consider ridding myself of another boundary? To go further into this world I was exploring? The vocabulary I was bestowing to the notion was far too gentle. Ridding myself of more of my honour, of my self-respect as a woman, was more accurate.
But even with all the shame I was feeling, the frequency of my getting naked only got greater. Out of the four days we had acting classes, two of them I now spent totally nude from morning till the end of day.
The day was a Thursday, and as always, the boys and I were discussing and rehearsing scenes, often letting other topics guide us adrift. While our gang had, understandably, very quickly warmed up to the idea of sexualizing me on an almost daily basis, it took more time for the girls to get comfortable with the idea, albeit whilst still standing firmly opposed to it. Because of this, they finally started passing me by when walking through the class instead of staying as far away from me as possible.
Unfortunately, that rule still applied to Isabel, whose conversations with me were getting progressively shorter and fewer. Instead of letting the mix of anger and sadness took over me, I focused on the fact that Hugo was holding me against him. No one mentioned it, I just calmly stood there, looking at my Facebook feed on my phone with nothing to cover me while he held me. His rock hard erection was clearly felt on my ass. I didn’t care. I turned my head, causing our noses to touch one another, and looked at him, in this embrace as intimate as that of married couples, and yet as sexist and unfair as that of the worst patriarchal regimes.
“I’m easy, ain’t I?” I asked.
“Why do you say that?” he breathed against my lips.
“Look at me. I get naked for my guy friends and now I even cuddle like that with all of you. I’m a very easy girl.”
“In my book easy girls are sluts.”
My eyebrows jumped a bit. I brushed his bearded face with my seductive fingers.
“And I’m not? I do a lot of slutty things…”
“Well, you’ve started being a little slutty, but I’ve seen worse. Once I saw a girl so drunk she sucked two dicks in the same night. I never saw anything “easier” than that.”
I laughed and pushed him away with the top of my fingers.
“Well that sure ain’t happening with me.”
I looked at him, at his clothed figure, at his hands… I wished he would just grab me and run his hands across my bare body. Maybe that’s why I always arched my back without thinking now.
Perhaps, instinctively, my corporal language begged my buddies to touch my boobs. Oh god, it would feel so fucking amazing…
I shook my head. I couldn’t get THAT slutty. There had to be a goddamn limit. But was I not already letting them touch me, technically? “Not the same thing,” the ethical part of me said. They would only grab my waist, caress my shoulders and back, sometimes even the legs, and though hugging them tight when nude was incredibly physical, it still did not compare to having their hands fondling my butt.
I noticed Liang approaching me.
“Uh, Jade, you might wanna put clothes on. There’s guys from one of my classes that are doing a presentation on the history of science, and they thought they’d put costumes from the 17th century, so they’ll be here in a few minutes to pick them up.”
My initial reaction was panic, then I thought about it. As of now, the only guys to have seen me naked were my close friends. I wondered how it would feel to experience that with random guys.
“Why would I put clothes on?” I decided, a naughty grin on my lips. I told the guys I’d take care of showing the costumes, and thus placed myself in front of the main doors, waiting.
As soon as they opened, I regretted my decision.
It was Ian and Joseph, my buddies from math class.
“Hey there Ja… Jade?”
Their eyes expanded like balloons filled with a tornado’s amount of air. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I hadn’t considered the possibility that the visitors could be guys from my fucking classes! The two guys looked with mouths opened wider than their eyes, eyes which scanned my toes to my head and back and forth. They were my classmates who sat next to me in math class! Fortunately, I was beginning to become knowledgable in the field of being a slut without a shred of respect for herself, and thus the instant volcano of arousal that erupted in my body was no surprise. Just have fun, I told myself.
“Uh, hi guys, I know you’re probably confused but… Well it’s for our play, I mean the fact that I’m naked.”
“Ah” Ian said as both of them looked away. “Uhm, yeah, well, we’re not looking, don’t worry.”
I giggled.
“Calm down guys, am I that bad? Look at your leisure! Even if I didn’t want you to, you’d still peek when I’m not looking…”
Nice, bring on the next part!