CFNF, hazing, forced masturbation video from Haze Her.

Short but fun “stolen clothes”, CMNF clip from a College Rules video posted by Mr Somebody on the ENF-CMNF Forum.

“Female teacher helps a female student to undress in front of a class full of males.” —  cjester66,  posted on the ENF–CMNF Forum.

“Beautiful naked girl gets masturbated to orgasm by clothed man” — CMNF video from Yonitale.com posted by RadMan on the ENF-CMNF Forum.

“From a movie, clothes are stolen from a locker room so a girl has to run while being chased to find more” — Mr Somebody, posted on the ENF CMNF Forum. Clip from a 2006 Danish movie “Life Hits” (thanks to thisplayer28 for identifying the movie). Note: no actual on-screen nudity in this one, just good acting.

Disgruntled male teacher goes postal at a party and forces college girls to strip and then to strip their female teacher. ENF, CMNF, forced to strip, forced nudity video posted by KragV on the ENF CMNF Forum (the version below has been edited for non-sexual violence – 7 seconds removed).

CFNF hazing, forced nudity video – sorority sisters make the rushees clean up after a party naked. Full version is available at Haze Her.

Real amateur Mexican lost bet video posted by user elgarnachas on the ENF CMNF Forum. He says, “This is an old video, one of my favorites ENF and I think I have not seen it around this blog. The title says: “Chick friend pays bet because Santos lose the finales. This video is about a Mexican girl who loses a football bet and has to strip, she is really embarrassed and nervous.” See a translation of what’s being said in the video in the comments.

“In this clip from Dare Dorm we have two girls getting dared to go into the hallway and perform cartwheels naked. Immediately after that another girl is dared to go out into the hallway and knock on the dorm room doors naked.” — posted by Duke Nukem on the ENF CMNF Forum. See also: this video.

“When Josephine wrecks his car, Martin decides to teach her and her mother a humiliating lesson.”

“Careful Drivers” by Kat
(Thanks to ENF CMNF forum member fred for recommending the story.)

Martin Halliday liked his cars, he always had a top of the range sports car and changed it every year. With a well paid job in the city he could afford to and besides he didn’t have any other expensive interests or a family to keep. But strangely he was not one of those people who constantly doted over their car and polished it every weekend, whilst he enjoyed driving and owning expensive motors they were, at the end of the day only large lumps of complicated metal. If his car got scratched or dented, it was just a fact of life to him and he took it to the garage to be repaired.

Backing out of the drive of his modest bungalow one Monday morning in the Toyota Celica he had purchased some three months earlier, he noticed his next door neighbour was having trouble starting her car. Being the good Samaritan he got out and went to see if he could help.

“Having trouble?” he asked, walking down the drive as Mary Mitchell began to lift the bonnet of her ageing Ford Escort. Her daughter Josephine sat looking glum in the passenger seat.

“Damn thing won’t start,” Mary replied in frustration

Martin couldn’t help but eye her up, he didn’t speak much to his neighbour but at 5′ 8″ with curly brown hair and 38C breasts she cut quite a figure. Despite the fact that she was in her mid forties she had lost none of her looks and amazingly her daughter was the spitting image of her although being only 19 she definitely looked younger and her breasts were not as large as her mother’s. From his infrequent conversations with Mary, Martin had learnt that she had lost her husband some years previously and since then she had not exactly struggled to make ends meet, but on the other hand neither was she particularly well off.

“We were just going on holiday,” she told Martin as she looked over the engine without really having a clue at what she was looking at. “It’s our first one in ages.”

“Get in and turn it over,” Martin suggested, “and I’ll have a look at it,” as he watched her straighten up from under the bonnet and walk round to the driver’s side.

Several minutes later Martin said, “I think the electronic ignition has packed up, there is no way your going anywhere in it, today.”

Mary looked heartbroken and glancing through the windscreen Martin could see that Josephine was close to tears upon hearing the terminal nature of their car’s problem. It was clear to him that they had been looking forward to this holiday and had just had all their hopes dashed.

“Tell you what,” Martin announced without a second thought, “take my car.”

Mary looked dumbfounded.

“But it’s brand new,” she began when she finally found her voice, “and its so expensive, what if we scratch it, or worse?”

“Oh it’s only a car,” Martin replied offhand, “and it’s insured. Please take it and enjoy your holiday.”

“Well, if you’re sure”, Mary said uncertainly.

“Sure I’m sure,” Martin told her, “Come on I’ll give you a hand to transfer your luggage.”

In a matter of minutes Martin had removed what he wanted from his car and installed the holidaymakers and their luggage. He quickly explained the layout of the switches and knobs before handing Mary the keys. Josephine sat excitedly in the passenger seat, she had often watched Martin in this car but never dreamed she would get to ride in it.

“I’ll get your car fixed,” Martin said as Mary started the engine.

“Gosh thanks,” was all Mary could say as she revved the engine. She was almost as excited as her daughter.

“Oh, and one more thing, Mary,” Martin added. ” This is important, it’s only insured for drivers over 25 years of age, so only you must drive.”

“No problem,” Mary said as she engaged first gear and just as she pulled away she shouted, “Thanks again.”

Martin watched his car disappear up the road and then smiling to himself he went inside to phone a taxi.

A week later Martin had got their car fixed and had gone to work in it a couple of times, much to the amusement of his colleagues who joked about his poor taste in vehicles. Not that it bothered him one bit, in fact driving round in the old Escort was quite a novelty for a few days but it began to wear off after a day or two so he returned it to Mary’s drive and resorted to taxis for the rest of the week. On the day of their return Martin was working on his computer and got quite engrossed in what he was doing. Only when he looked at a clock and saw that it was half past seven did he begin to wonder where they had got to. Several days earlier Mary had phoned to check that everything was alright with the house and told him they would be back on Saturday afternoon.

“Probably stuck in traffic,” Martin muttered to himself and returned to his work. It was nearly nine when the doorbell rang and Martin went to answer it. Opening it, he could immediately tell from the look on Mary’s face that something was wrong. He couldn’t see Josephine’s face as she was stood several feet behind her mother in the gathering dusk.

“What’s the matter?” he asked worriedly.

Mary paused nervously before saying, “It’s your car.”

“What’s happened to it?” Martin asked with a sinking feeling as he followed Mary onto his drive. His question was answered when he saw his car, even in the twilight he could make out that the passenger side was scratched and dented right from the front to the rear, the headlight was broken and the mirror was missing, all in all it looked rather a mess. But Martin was more concerned about Mary and Josephine.

“Are you two OK?” he asked.

“Y-yes, we’re fine,” Mary answered hesitantly, ” but your car..”

“Never mind the car,” Martin interjected, “as long as you’re not hurt. Now if you come inside and tell me what happened I’ll get onto my insurance company first thing Monday morning.”

Both women followed him back into the house and into the lounge where Martin directed them to sit on the sofa. Martin made them all a coffee and then got Mary to describe what had happened. As her recounting of events progressed Martin couldn’t fail to notice that they were both extremely nervous. Josephine sat there in silence, biting her nails and fidgeting whilst her mother was constantly wringing her hands as she spoke. By the time she concluded Martin was convinced that Mary was not telling him the whole truth, the trouble was how was he going to get her to admit this.

But he had little time to dwell on the matter because Josephine suddenly blurted out, “Mum you’ve got to tell him the truth.”

“JOSEPHINE, be quiet!”

“Tell me what?” Martin asked in an angry voice.

There was a stony silence and both women stared at the carpet.

“Well?” Martin asked again.

“It’s my fault really,” Josephine started.

“No,” her mother interrupted, “I shouldn’t have let her.”

“Let her do what?” Martin asked by now getting very irate.

“It was me,” Josephine said quickly. “I was driving.” And as Martin seethed she quickly related how she had begged her mother to let her drive on a country back road . Mary had finally relented and Josephine got behind the wheel; unfortunately they had hardly gone half a mile when they came round a blind corner too fast and swerved to avoid a tractor. The car had slid off the road and bounced off a tree before demolishing a fence. The farmer with the tractor had at least towed the car out for them. Martin lost his temper at this point and threw them both out of his house before he did something more serious he might regret later.

Three weeks later and Martin was sat in his car heading along the motorway, he was humming contentedly to himself, he had spent a lot of time sorting things out and now he was going to have a bit of fun. The day after he had got his bent car back he had calmed down sufficiently to think clearly and spent all day pondering what to do. Mary and Josephine came round to his house in the afternoon to apologize but he dismissed them curtly, he was no longer angry but decided to make them sweat. He took Monday off work and started to organize things. The garage came to collect his car and he came to a settlement with the farmer and sent him payment. This only left him trying to think how he could teach his neighbours a lesson they wouldn’t forget . When he eventually came up with a scheme he rang Mary explained what he had done and got her to admit that both her and her daughter owed him for getting them off the hook. He then went on to tell her that they both deserved to be taught a lesson at which point Mary started to protest. But when Martin suggested that his insurance company might like to know what really happened she quickly relented and listened as Martin told her what he wanted her and Josephine to do the next day. As he drove along he thought about the two as they had looked at him anxiously, earlier that morning, when he had knocked on their door and presented them with two train tickets to Crewe . They were both mystified but Martin didn’t wait to around for them to ask the inevitable questions instead he walked off telling them he would meet them at Crewe station at 1 pm.

Martin was brought back to the present as he saw the motorway exit for Crewe and it took him only 15 minutes from there until he was stood on the station platform, having parked the car, awaiting the arrival of Mary and Josephine’s train. Their train pulled in a few minutes later and Martin spied the two women as they got off and looked around anxiously. He walked up to them and pleasantly asked, “Good journey?”

Still puzzled they both replied that they had and before they could ask any more questions he told them to follow him and led them out of the station across the road outside and into a multi-storey car park. Neither of the women had any luggage and all Martin had was a large shoulder bag which appeared to be virtually empty They then all trudged up the stairs until they reached the twelfth and final level. Martin led them out into the open air and over to the only car in sight, his.

Mary could contain herself no longer. “What are we doing here?” she asked tentatively.

“Well its very simple,” Martin began, turning to face Mary and her daughter. “Here is my recently repaired car…”

“But,” Mary started.

“Let me continue,” Martin cut her off. ” Josephine is now insured for my car so she can drive it legally and she is going to take it back home for me . You will go along to make sure she behaves.”

“I’ll make sure she does,” Mary earnestly assured him.

“I’ll know you will,” Martin smiled, ” because I want you both to put all your clothes in to this bag!”

There was a stunned silence.

“What did you say” Josephine asked quietly

“I said ‘Put your clothes in this bag’,” Martin repeated.

“Why?” Mary asked incredulously.

“It’s simple” Martin explained, “You two bent my car and cost me a lot of money through fooling around. I covered for you to save you getting into serious trouble so now its time you learnt a little lesson, you’re both going home completely naked in this car. That should ensure that your daughter drives extremely carefully shouldn’t it?”

“Please,” Mary begged

“You have a choice,” Martin told her. “I can tell the real story or you can start stripping.”

Mother and daughter looked at each other for a few seconds then Josephine stared at the ground as Mary looked back at Martin with pleading eyes.

“What’s it to be?” Martin asked folding his arms and leaning back on the car.

Mary looked away and nobody moved for thirty seconds and then sighing quietly she put her handbag on the car bonnet and began to take off her coat

“MUM!” Josephine cried, “what are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Mary snapped back.

“You’re not going to do this are you?” Josephine asked in amazement.

“Yes I am, and so are you young lady,” her mother retorted, “we don’t have a choice, if Martin tells the real story we’ll be in big trouble.”

“No way,” Josephine retorted as her mother handed her coat to Martin, “my clothes are staying on.” .

“No they’re not,” Mary snapped angrily as she kicked off her shoes, ” even if I have to strip you myself.”

Josephine knew her mother didn’t make idle threats and deciding that removing her own clothes was preferable to being forcibly stripped so grudgingly she started to undo her coat but not before giving Martin an evil stare. Martin just smiled in response as he put Mary’s coat and handbag into his bag and then tossed it to land at their feet .

Leaning back on the bonnet of his car he said, “You can put the rest in yourselves,” and then watched as they disrobed.

Mary bent down to pick up her shoes at the same time as Josephine threw her coat in the general direction of the bag, closely followed by her own shoes which left her barefoot . Mary said nothing but picked up the discarded articles and placed them in the bag before standing up again. She then reached to her side, undid her skirt and allowed it to drop to the ground revealing a plain white slip . The skirt remained there whilst she crossed her arms and in one movement pulled her jumper over her head showing that the slip was a full length one. She stuffed the jumper in the bag and then retrieved her skirt from the ground around her ankles. As she stood up straight she grasped the hem of her skirt and was about to pull it over her head when she stopped.

“What are you waiting for?” she enquired of her daughter who stood motionless in her bare feet.

“Nothing,” Josephine snapped and began to undo her jeans which in a short space of time were in Martin’s bag, a long tee shirt worn under her jumper obscured the view of her panties. Mary waited until her daughter’s jumper was on its way over her head before pulling her slip up to show the plain white bra and knickers she, herself, was wearing along with a pair of tan coloured hold up stockings. Both items entered the bag simultaneously. Josephine paused again but a withering glance from her mother was all the persuasion she needed to take off her tee shirt and hand it to her mother. Martin appraised both women as they stood in front of him in their underwear. It was clear that they had both dressed for comfort when they put it on, not planning on having to display it as they were now . Josephine wore a pair of bright red knickers along with a black bra, she had evidently put on the first things that came out of her underwear drawer. Mary’s plain white items at least matched but that was about all one could say for her somewhat matronly undies. Both women had stopped undressing and were staring at Martin, in their minds they were hoping that he wouldn’t make them go through with this but their hopes were soon dashed.

“Don’t let me stop you,” he laughed, which was enough for Mary to reach up and release the catch on her front fastening bra and slide it down her arms allowing her 38C breasts to swing free. Throwing it over her shoulder she then slipped her hold ups down her legs and one at a time put them over her shoulder as well. Finally she placed her thumbs in the waistband of her knickers and slid them down to her ankles revealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair in the process. Completely naked, she put her last garments into the bag and Martin couldn’t help but notice that she had certainly looked after her body and in different circumstances he would have complimented her on it. It was then that Mary noticed Josephine hadn’t moved.

“Get a move on,” she hissed angrily. “I don’t want to stand here like this a moment longer than I have to.”

“NO!” Josephine answered emphatically, “I’m not doing it.”

“What!” her mother asked.

“I told you,” she retorted, “I’m keeping these on.”

To Martin’s amazement Mary didn’t even answer her daughter. She took two steps towards her and then grabbing her by the hair dragged her over to where Martin was leaning on the car bonnet. In fact, so surprised was he, that he only just managed to get out of the way as Mary threw Josephine face down across the bonnet and quick as a flash undid her bra. Before Josephine could put up much of a fight her knickers were yanked down past her knees and pulled off her kicking feet. Still held by her hair Mary heaved her back to a standing position and tugged her loosened bra down her arms in one swift move to leave her daughter as naked as she was herself. Martin was speechless for several seconds as he looked at the women. Mary stood panting slightly from her exertions, and with her anger subsiding was feeling more than a little self conscious about her nakedness, her hands crept to cover her body. Josephine was mortified, more at what her mother had just done to her, than the fact that she was naked and just stood shaking her head. Martin collected his thoughts and eyeing the two in front of him, spoke.

“Excellent,” he began, “Now all you need to do is take my beloved car home,” and reaching into his pocket he produced the keys. He disarmed the alarm with the key fob button as he walked round to the drivers door. He then opened it before looking at the decidedly apprehensive females stood in front of the Toyota. When they didn’t move he joked, “Not in a hurry then?” which immediately caused the pair to move, Josephine round to the driver’s side and Mary the passenger side. Both slid into their respective seats and automatically began to put on their seatbelts, Martin generously closed Josephine’s door for her but not before getting a good look at her naked body, he then motioned for her to wind down the window. This she had trouble with as she looked for the window winding handle, then remembering Martin’s car had electric windows, she put the key in the ignition and pressed the appropriate button. Martin crouched down to speak to them and found himself looking across the car at breast level! Maintaining his concentration he addressed them.

“All set?” he asked trying to sound nonchalant and not stare too much at their nude forms

Mary mumbled, “Yes,” and Josephine nodded in agreement .

“Good,” he continued, “Then I’ll just run through things for you. All you have to do is drive this car the three hundred miles or so back home, its that simple.” He paused as both women nodded before adding, “When you get home, park it on my drive, lock it, post the keys through the front letter box and then come round to the back door., Got that?”

“Yes,” Josephine answered

“Right then, I don’t need to remind you to drive carefully and to save you the trouble of looking there is nothing to cover yourselves with in the boot or in the back, so don’t bother looking.”

“We’ll be off then,” Mary smiled at him in an attempt at bravado.

“Just one more thing before you do,” Martin responded as he reached into his pocket once more. He drew out his wallet he continued, “You’ll find the old girl is a bit low on fuel so here is £20 to fill her up.”

“We’re not going to a petrol station like this,.” Josephine said in a shocked voice.

“If you don’t, you won’t have enough fuel to get home,” Martin told her in a matter of fact voice and without waiting for a reply he turned and gathering up the few items of discarded underwear from the car park. Placing them in the bag he zipped it up and without a backward glance headed for the lift. As he did so he heard the car engine start up and a few seconds later it moved off.

Josephine and Mary drove down the first few levels of the car park in silence both deep in thought. The same things were going through both their two minds, driving home naked would not be too bad, but the filling station, well that was something else.

“How is the fuel situation?” Mary asked breaking the silence .

“Not enough to get home,” Josephine answered flatly and they resumed their silent descent. They exited the car park and drove down the road which the signs told them headed for the motorway. Unfortunately being in the middle of a busy city meant they had to frequently stop at traffic lights where traffic pulled up on either side. They both found themselves pushing down into the car seats as far as they could and Mary soon adopted a position with her left arm across her breasts and her right hand over her crotch. Josephine who had to drive couldn’t do this, so instead she positioned her hands near the top of the steering wheel and drove with her arms out straight. This a least obscured the view of her naked breasts from the side. They had heart stopping moments on two occasions, both at traffic lights, once when a van pulled alongside and the passenger could look right down at Mary. The second time was a large lorry and this time the driver of that vehicle could have got an eyeful of Josephine if he had looked down .Fortunately neither did, or at least if they did they, kept it to themselves and they reached the motorway without incident. They relaxed slightly as they drove up the slip road and joined the traffic on the busy motorway itself, but both knew they had to fuel the car at some stage of the journey. Travelling naked in an expensive car, or any sort of car, was not something Mary wanted to repeat in a hurry, Martin was right when he said that without clothes they would be extremely careful. Mary found herself constantly looking across to the speedometer to make sure Josephine was adhering to the speed limit, she also couldn’t fail to notice the steadily dropping fuel gauge. They were both concentrating on this, not really wanting to believe that Martin would leave them short of fuel but as the journey progressed they became acutely aware of fact that if they didn’t spend the £20 note which Mary had carefully put in the glove box then they wouldn’t get home.

Finally Mary broke the ice by saying, “What are we going to do for fuel?”

“I don’t know,” Josephine replied, “but we’re going to need some soon.”

The next 10 minutes or so saw them working out what to do, and the matter became all the more urgent when the low fuel warning light began to flash. They both knew they were only postponing the inevitable so Josephine took the slip road at the next junction and left the motorway. Mary had suggested this on the grounds that the motorway services were always busy so if they found a smaller garage there was likely to be less people about. They drove for about ten miles, passing several filling stations which they decided were too busy before Josephine pointed out that the fuel situation was getting critical.

“We’ve no choice,” she informed her mother, “We have to go into the next one, however busy it is.”

“You’re right,” her mother agreed sadly but before they had much time to discuss it further another filling station came into view. Josephine took a deep breath and swung the car into the entrance managing to pull up at the pump furthest away from the cashier.

She turned off the engine and staring straight ahead said, “Now what?”

“Fill it up of course,” her mother replied observing that there was only one other car at that station and nobody seemed to be taking any notice of them.

“Me?” Josephine squealed in horror, “Why me?”

“Because you’re the driver” Mary answered hoping to stay in the car.

“No way.”

“Well one of us is going to have to,” Mary added knowing how stubborn her daughter could be.

“Well its not going to be me,” Josephine retorted and to emphasize her point folded her arms over her naked breasts.

“Look” Mary said in desperation, knowing that their inactivity would soon attract attention, “You fill it, I’ll go and pay.”

Josephine pondered the point briefly before saying, “OK” and undoing her seat belt leapt out of the car. She decided she was getting the better end of a rotten deal and was determined to get it over with as soon as possible. Bent over she made her way to the back of the car and grabbed the pump, as its internal mechanisms whirred into life she removed the filler cap and quickly stuffed the nozzle into the car filler. Still crouching, hidden between car and pump she looked up as she squeezed the trigger and watched the counters begin to roll. It seemed like an eternity as she watched the pump and wondered if it would ever reach £20 . Twice she glanced round nervously to see if she was being watched but much to her relief she wasn’t. She released the trigger as it approached the magic £20, it actually stopping at £19.84 which she decided was near enough, replaced the filler cap, she hung up the pump and very quickly dived back into the safety of the car.

“Your turn,” she said to turning to her mother, “Its pump number six, £19.84,”

Mary turned red with embarrassment as she thought about what she, a respectable middle aged mother, was about to have to do. With shaking hands she got the £20 note from the glove box and said, “Get the engine running,” before opening the door and running straight across the forecourt towards the door which led to the shop and the cashiers desk passing a grey haired old man filling his Nissan Micra, still the only other car on the forecourt. Josephine watched, with almost a sense of triumph as her mother streaked by the man, breasts bouncing and bottom jiggling, she definitely had got the better deal here. He broke into a broad grin as she went by and Josephine could clearly see his head turn to follow her through the shop The cashier, who was extremely bored, looked up from his paper as he heard the door open. The sight that met his eyes nearly made him fall off his stool, as an attractive and completely naked woman rushed up to his desk. He stood there open mouthed as she slapped £20 down in front of him and gasped,

“Pump six, £19.84, keep the change.”

She then turned and headed the way she had come with the cashier only able to utter, “Do you want your vouchers?” as he stared after her. He got no reply as she was already out of the door.

On exiting the shop Mary almost collided with a van driver who had just pulled up to buy some cigarettes. She managed to swerve round him as whistled and called “Nice body” after her.

Rather perversely she felt a sudden flush of pride at his comment and found herself calling out, “Thanks.”

But this was instantly tempered when she saw that the old man with the Micra also had an old and extremely angry looking wife who had just got out of the car and was blocking the way .

“How disgusting,” she spat in contempt but Mary wasn’t stopping to argue about it and altered course to pass between the next set of pumps. She wasn’t quite quick enough, however, to avoid the old woman swinging her walking stick and catching her across the backside. Mary howled in pain and clutched her bottom as Josephine started the engine . She made it to the car a couple of seconds later and Josephine made a sharp exit even before Mary had even closed her door.

“My bottom,” Mary cried trying to rub it as Josephine returned them to the motorway.

Back at the garage, the van driver and cashier were discussing recent events with big grins on their faces. The old man came in to pay and once he was sure his wife wasn’t watching smiled and said, “Bet she’ll have trouble sitting tonight.”

The van driver agreed and the cashier laughed as he dropped Mary’s 16p change into a charity box.

The naked women regained the motorway some 15 minutes and, rigidly observing the speed limit they gradually got over the humiliation of the service station, although Mary still rubbed her bottom occasionally .Now all they had to do was get home.

“The hardest part is over,” they thought to themselves and relaxing as best they could tried to enjoy the rest of the journey. Josephine switched on the wipers as it began to rain. Forty-five minutes later, with the rain pouring down, they were beginning to sweat again, Josephine hadn’t noticed at first but eventually it dawned on her that the car was trying to wander onto the hard shoulder. The further they went the more difficult it became to keep the car in a straight line until Josephine was having quite a struggle with the steering wheel which was getting heavier and heavier. This coupled with the heavy spray from the other traffic made her extremely nervous.

“What’s the matter with it, Mum” Josephine wailed

“I think we could have a puncture” Mary replied trying not to think about changing a wheel on the side of the motorway without clothes, “You’d better pull off”

Josephine did as she was told and they slowed up and stopped switching on the hazard warning lights as they came to a stand. Neither of them said anything, both contemplating what they were about to have to do.

Josephine broke the silence by asking, “Do you know how to change a wheel?”

“I’ve got a rough idea,” Mary replied

“Good, I’ll let you get on with it then,” her daughter responded.

“Like hell,” Mary snapped. “I had to go and pay at the filling station.”

“And I had to fill the car,” Josephine reminded her.

“OK.. ok,” Mary conceded, “we’ll both do this.” And reached into the glove box to find the manual. They spent the next few minutes studying the relevant pages, working out the position of the jack etc. and exactly who was going to do what . Every now and then the car was rocked as a large truck thundered throwing up huge clouds of spray which was more than a little disconcerting as they carried on preparing. Plan agreed, they looked at each other grimly,

“Lets do this before some good Samaritan stops to help us,” Mary said.

“Yep,” Josephine agreed as she operated the boot release. “On the count of three” and then together they counted “1, 2, 3” before opening their doors and diving out of the car.

Sticking to the plan. Josephine went to get the spare from the boot, whilst Mary went to the front near side wheel and began to remove the wheel trim. Josephine managed to wrestle the wheel from the boot with the rain beating down on her bare back. She got it out just in time to be covered in spray as three trucks thundered past in quick succession, not pausing, however, she wheeled it round to where Mary had just managed to get the trim off . Tossing it on the verge behind her she looked up at Josephine and asked, “Wheel brace?”

“I’m getting it,” Josephine answered and scurried back to the boot to return with it and the jack very shortly. Mary tried to loosened the wheel nuts as Josephine positioned the jack under the car.

“I can’t move them,” she said despairingly after a moment of heaving. Josephine came and joined her and putting their combined efforts into it they managed to get all four nuts freed. The rain was coming from behind them assisted by a strong wing and beat down on the naked backs of the pair as they jacked up the car. They would have been soaked to the skin under normal circumstances, but without clothes to start with this was a little difficult for them . The trucks continued to pass at frequent intervals causing plumes of spray to carry right over to their side of the car which all but drowned them on several occasions. The only good thing was that the spray and rain did a good job of obscuring passing driver’s view of them and also meant a lot of them were concentrating more on their driving than happenings on the hard shoulder. The wheel changing progressed without further incident and 5 minutes later they were throwing flat tyre, jack and wheel trim into the car boot. Seconds later they were both in their respective seats hair plastered to heads and dripping wet. Shivering, Josephine started the engine and as they moved off Mary took the liberty of turning the heater on full blast.

The rest of the journey passed without incident and typically, about 2 miles further down the road they passed out of the rain and into bright sunshine. Neither of them commented but they were both warm and dry as they neared their home. The tension began to build up as they turned into the estate where they lived, again no words were spoken but both Mary and Josephine were wondering who was going to be in their gardens at this time of the day. A glance at the clock showed them it was 6.30 PM, they hoped that at least most people would be eating. This proved more or least correct as they turned into their own road. There was only Mr Yates in the end house visible and he was too busy mowing his grass to notice them pass by. Josephine edged the car into Martin’s drive and as far down as she could get it before turning off the engine.

“Lock it up, post the keys through the front letterbox and then round to the back door, he said, didn’t he?” Mary asked confirming what seemed like curious instructions.

“That’s right,” Josephine agreed and without further ado they both slipped out of the car, Mary went round the back straight away whilst Josephine crouched as low as she could, scurried to the front door, posted the keys and then hurried to join her mother. Mary was about to tap lightly on the door when she noticed there was a note pinned to it . With a sinking feeling she reached out and pulled it off, it was addressed to “The careful drivers”. Mary did not appreciate the humour in this as she ripped it open and read the contents. It didn’t take long and she groaned as she finished reading.

“What is it ?” Josephine asked arriving at that moment. Mary just held out the letter to her which she duly took. She then read it herself.

Dear Ladies.Hope you had a pleasant journey.

I didn’t tell you at Crewe, but I’ve booked myself into a hotel for the night. Will be back early tomorrow, have a nice night.

Martin

“What now?” Josephine asked glumly as she screwed up the letter and tossed it away.

“We’re not beaten yet,” her mother announced determinedly. “Follow me.” Two minutes later they were at their own back door having climbed over the garden wall between the two properties. It did cross Mary’s mind that it would take a lot of explaining if they were caught in this situation. How to come up with a plausible excuse for being stark naked in your back garden along with your daughter having driven three hundred miles was not something she fancied doing. To make matters worse if they told the truth they’d be in even more trouble. But they were nearly home now she thought and her spirits were raised as she reached down to the plant pot by the back door where she hid the spare back door key. But her elation turned to horror as she lifted the plant pot and instead of finding a key all she saw was another note from Martin. It simply said “I’ve got this key.” And she slumped down on the doorstep shaking her head.

“The fucking bastard,” she said dejectedly. “The rotten fucking bastard.”

Josephine was shocked and momentarily forgot their predicament, she had never heard her mother swear like that before. But this was soon pushed from her mind by the fact that they now faced the prospect of being locked out of their house all night, penniless and completely naked . Josephine sat down on the doorstep next to her mother without speaking, it was going to be a long night.

The End

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“The Shaping of the Slut” written and posted on the ENF CMNF Forum by CrimsonGirl:

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

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.

“You have very sensitive lungs, don’t you?” He gave me an annoyed look.

“Try smoking this shit and not coughing”..

I only had to raise my eyebrow in the cockiest manner for him to understand “challenge accepted”. I took the roll and breathed in an enormous amount, far more than anything ever recommended in order to stay safe. Once done, I jumped down the window corner, showing not only not the slightest desire to cough, but also no dizziness whatsoever. The students just looked at me with utter incredulity.

“Your friend’s pretty badass,” one of the musicians remarked.

“Thanks,” I responded, after which I slapped the back of Hugo’s head. “Throw that in the bin and don’t bring any again, you’ll put us all in trouble.” I turned to the guys in my gang. “Come on, we’ll be late!” They nodded and walked towards the theater quarters. Some of the girl musicians approached me.

“I think it’s pretty cool how you’re a girl and you can order them around,” one of them said, amused.

“Thanks,” I laughed back. “I mean I’m used to it, almost all my friends are guys, and you know how it is with them when you’re a girl… Either show them you’re business or they won’t take you seriously.”

After parting with them, I walked down the corridor to our classroom and there saw Alex, rushing to embrace him from behind.

“Hi there!”

“Hi sweetie”. I loved it when he called me that. He was the only one of the boys who called me something other than “bro,” or “dude.”

“Do you know what we’re doing today in class?”

“We’ll probably start the end of the year play, I reckon. Sarah said that we’ll do a postmodern-ish play with no dialogue. She said it’s gonna be about sexuality.”

Most of us were now twenty, the youngest eighteen, so such a theme was now finally available for treatment.

“What do you mean, postmodern?”

“You know, something not classical. Something fucked.”

“I know! I know!” exclaimed Hugo. “We’ll like, bash ourselves against the walls repeatedly for hours and that’ll symbolise some socio-political plight of the postmarxist something world.”

Everyone around me laughed. Me, I was feeling that same old boredom I spoke of earlier in this story. But that wasn’t the only reason for my calmness. My contemplation of Alex also required an amount of focus. I hated admitting it, but the reason I enjoyed hugging him was partly so my hands could feel his muscles. He was nowhere as muscular as Ari, but then again, he wasn’t as tall as Hugo and thus didn’t look like a tree. Alex was in that perfect middle. And even though he was my best friend… god did he look handsome. And most of all, it was the calmness in him, that elegant nonchalance, which I loved. It was the shame of my soul that I continually went through periods of being quite smitten by him. “Idiot,” I thought to myself. “He’s completely out of your league.”

We entered the so called “Theater Quarters.” The room was a great rectangular space of beige floor and walls. One third of the room across it’s longitude was occupied by a stage; large enough to hold 40 people, but minuscule compared to the immensity of the college stage where productions were held. The other two thirds were a large empty space, with only two big cubicles on each side, left and right : the costume room and the prop room. Between them, in the large space where we did most of our existing in the class, there was the circle of chairs which we formed to talk as a group; a large Arthurian round table without a table.

We all took a chair; of course I sat next to Alex; as the teacher Sarah sat on the one at the highest point of the circle, below the stage. She was a comely woman in her late thirties, blonde, a little short of stature and busty. I used to be quite jealous of her torso until last year, when slowly I realised that my own breasts had become larger and even more well rounded than hers. “Shut the fuck up,” I told myself. “You’re so narcissistic.”

“Hey Jade.”

I turned to salute Isabel, one of my only female friends for whom my friendship equaled that which I had for the boys. Isabel had always been my girl sister, the one to whom I could turn to when curious, sad, confused or even panicked about my womanhood. She was the one who continually helped me grow into a woman. The other girls, I knew only as casual friends from school. One was Chanel, a sport lover of a different cut than Chris’s. The latter enjoyed sports from his TV, Chanel enjoyed them with her very sweat and muscles, so much so that only Ari and Alex had ever managed to beat her in games of iron fist. I saw her talking with the other girls. They…well, I must say WE, since I was one; dominated the group. The seven boys were the only males out of the thirty students in the class. While everyone was friendly to one another, and teamwork and discussions were ripe, there was a clear distinction between the boys, who usually hung together, and the girls, who formed their own separate group. I again was the anomaly in that I was always with the boys; and many of the females that I had known for two years by then were still strangers to me. The only thing I can say with utter certainty about them; is that it was a recurrent act for them to steal glances at me whilst I’d be laughing with my male friends. I didn’t need the ability to read their minds to know that constant judgement and questioning was the object of their thoughts as they observed me so. After two years, they still looked at my being part of the boy’s group as something strange.

“Welcome everyone,” said Sarah in her enthusiastic poet’s tone, “please turn off your cellphones. Yes you too Ari. Alright, good morning everyone. Since we’ve spent the last two days warming up, we can cut right to the meat today. We’ll start preparing the end of the year play this very morning.”

“So what is it exactly?” asked Isabel.

“As I had told some of you, we’ll be doing something completely different this year. Since it’s your last year here, I want you all to go with a bang. This year’s play will be a testament to your talent and will have to be the most beautiful you’ve ever staged. The piece will contain no dialogue nor narrative. It won’t function on normal human language, or even the classical language of theatre. No, this play will be emotions, pure, raw feelings, nothing more.” Part of the class looked at Sarah dubiously, but I trusted the woman. She knew what she was doing. When she felt that we had gotten, albeit vaguely, an idea of what she was talking about; she continued. “You all know that the Theater here is very much esteemed and respected throughout the region. Critics and lovers of the theatrical arts come here every June to see the plays that we have crafted. Because of this reputation and commitment the college has to quality, I want to make sure that this play will be pitch perfect. Because of this,” she turned to me, “I want you, Jade, to play the main character.” A bright and shocked smile formed on my face as the assembly applauded me. After Alex hugged me congratulations, Sarah continued. “I said you’ll play the main character, but that’s not very true. You won’t be playing a character, since there will be none in the play. Instead you’ll be playing a feeling, an idea…”

It was now my turn to ponder dubiously on the words.

“An idea?” I repeated, confused. “How am I supposed to play an idea?”

The teacher smiled.

“A fair question. The only way to find the answer is to show you your costume, because all your performance will be in your costume.”

“Alright,” I said eagerly.

Sarah pointed at the ground next to her.

“This. This will be your costume.”

We all laughed. Yet for some reason, there was a stern seriousness to the teacher’s look.

“What? My costume’s gonna be the ground?”

“Not the ground, no. What’s above it.” Sarah’s tone was somber, almost gruff.

“But there’s nothing above the ground…”

“Exactly.”

Confusion was creeping  in me.

“So…I’m not going to have a costume? I’ll just wear everyday clothing? Is that the point of my character?”

The teacher made sure that her gaze was fixated unto mine before speaking :

“You won’t be wearing a costume Jade. You’ll have to be completely natural.”

The air we all breathed was replaced with silent discomfort. Only the ticking of the clock spoke. With my confused look, I made it clear to Sarah that I still did not know what was going on. She only smiled, the way mothers do to comfort their children.

“Sweetheart, you won’t be wearing a costume. You won’t be wearing everyday clothing. You won’t be wearing anything…”. The heaviest, most awkward silence of all fell on the room. None spoke, for none knew what to say, but all looked at me. I just sat there, my lips parted, my blue eyes big and confused. “Jade dear, you will be naked. Totally and completely naked.”

Utter shock, that was the only response from me. No one could believe they had just heard these words. Isabel answered in my stead.

“Miss, what the hell? Did you say she’s going to have to be nude?”

“Yes I did.”

Now that the idea was repeated, it felt even more impossible for anyone to grasp it.

“Whu…what? Why will she have to be naked?”

“Because the play is about the power of feminine sexuality. It’s entire goal will be to translate the very essence of erotic tension, of Woman’s erotic power. And the purest way to achieve that is to free womanhood, to exhibit it’s properties so that all may see it with the naked eye.”

Even though I was absolutely petrified, I could feel myself tremble. The only thing harder than my solid idleness was Isabel’s tone.

“But then, the actors and the audience can be females only, right?”

“No. The boys will be acting next to Jade and everyone will be invited to the audience, male and female.”

That piece of information was the one to break me out of being a mute statue.

“But, b-but but miss…” I stuttered, “my…friends will all be in the play. They’re guys, and you’re…asking me…”

“I’m asking you to let those male friends you’ve known for years see the entirety of your naked body. No, not just see, but look too. I want you to be in your most vulnerable physical state in their presence, I want you to show them every single part of you and continually invite them to look at it all, your back, your legs, your shoulders, your breasts… I want you to expose your nudity to them, to tell them with all the language in your movements that you want all of their attention on every single part of your completely bare body. When the play will be over, I want these closest friends of yours to know your body better than any of your boyfriends ever did or ever will”.

Boyfriends which I never had. I listened, terrified. And yet, feelings started boiling within me which I could not understand. My lips slightly parted, a fever like warmth instilled itself throughout me, and… and the tingling came back. The way Sarah had spoken. There was such an invitigness to it. “I want to you show them every single part of your naked body…your legs, your breasts…”. My breasts… I imagined my breasts being looked at. It terrified me, absolutely terrified me. Then what was that fever about?

“Ok but the guys won’t be the only ones getting to see a body, right?” Isabel asked angrily. “She’s gonna see theirs too, I mean sexuality requires at least two people.”

“No she’s not,” the teacher answered, smiling. “The boys will be wearing clothes, well dressed. Very chic tuxedos, to be more precise.”

“WHAT?!” Now Isabel was driven over the edge. Chanel joined the female backlash.

“What the fuck is this sexist shit?” she roared. “Why the fuck does the girl have to be naked and the guys get to wear clothes?”

“Alright, alright,” Sarah intervened, laughing. “First of all, no one but Jade will be nude, all you girls will wear beautiful costumes. Second of all, the contrast is there to strengthen the theme of the play. How do you define womanhood visually? How do you encapsulate it, isolate it completely so that it’s tangible in it’s purest form? You put everything at an extreme, so that the feelings and themes are as blatant as possible. If the boys too were naked, then Jade’s nudity would be a part of a whole, not the whole itself. When there is only one woman in a scene, and that woman is also the only one nude in the group of characters, then her nudity is strong and powerful, it shines out, it attracts all the attention. Were everyone else naked, the audience’s attention would find no focus.”

I couldn’t argue with Sarah’s artistic logic, for it was genius. But…it was my friends she was talking about. My friends that I had to strut around naked. Boys I had known since I was a child. With whom I had conversed, played video games, watched movies with, my truest, oldest friends. And now I was to be seen nude by them… The thought made my head spin. I shook my head. It was wrong, just wrong.

“Sarah, come on,” Alex said. “What you’re asking is crazy.”

“I know it is, and that’s why I’m leaving the choice to Jade. Jade, you decide, and don’t ever feel bad if you don’t want the part. What I’m asking you to do is an enormous task and it’s absolutely understandable if you don’t want to do it, alright?”

All heads turned to me. With all those gazes on me, I already, in a strange way, felt nude.

“I…I…” I was struggling to speak. Obviously we all knew what my answer was going to be. 19 years old, and never kissed a guy. I was the very definition of a prude. There was no way I would do it. “I’ll think about it.”

They all turned to me in utter shock. I just sat there terrified and petrified and yet…I didn’t say no? Had I just lost my mind? Sarah only smiled.

“Now let’s move on to another subject and talk about the scenography.”

The day passed, and eventually we left the college. As it went with many evenings, I followed Alex to his house rather than go back to mine. Solitude, I must say, was never a state of being that caused me any enjoyment. Since I was eighteen, I lived alone in my apartment. On the subject of my parents, I will only say that they were not, nor ever had been present in my life, be it physically or even in my knowledge of them. On this subject I won’t say any more, and we will not come back to it again. All that matters is that this loneliness was the main reason why my whole life outside of school was spent hanging out with my gang. Of course, the eight of us could not always meet, and because of this, my evenings after college were all spent at Alex’s house. While his mother was still present in his life, she wasn’t present at nights and evenings because of the demands of her career, and thus her son was always to be alone. I, you may have guessed, was the remedy to that.

As with every other evening we walked back to his house. This time around though, the walk was characterized by an uncharacteristic silence. We who usually could speak eternally of the most mundane subjects found for once not a single word to utter. In fact, for the first time in my life, I felt the incredible urge to distance myself from him. Alex’s arms had always been home to my comfort when fear, sadness and doubt wrapped their black fingers around me; and yet, for the first time, I felt as if greater comfort would be bestowed on me were I to not feel his presence. It was the awkwardness. Sarah had spoken of me being…being nude in front of him, and all the others. Thinking of it made me feel like one of those poor men sent to the trenches of World War I; someone tasked with a mission so daunting and so damning to their being. There was no way I could do it, no way…

As soon as we entered his house, I rushed to his bathroom. A hot shower was most needed to balance out the chaos in my brain. It was midway through my washing that I realised a fact humorously obvious. I was nude. Of course I was nude, I was in the shower. And yet, that nudity could make me think of only one thing. As I stood there, naked, I closed my eyes and stopped the falling of the water. I could feel the air on my bare skin. I imagined how it would feel, this air, in the middle of our class. Surrounded by so many clothed figures, being the only one nude. And most of all, being nude in front of my dearest friends. All those males, clothed, surrounding me. Looking at me…

“I want you to show them every single part of your naked body, to continually invite them to look at it all, your back, your legs, your shoulders, your breasts…” Sarah’s words echoed through my mind. I felt my teeth bite my lip, and my hands travel across my naked body. It was as though I was trying to visualise it manually. Then my fingers entered my vagina, and played there as the other pair groped my breast. At the very last instant before climaxing, I imagined how it would feel if these hands were not mine, but other’s. A male’s, perhaps?

Perhaps even one of my friends’s?

The thinking stopped as soon as it started for I growled with all my strength to stop myself from moaning too loud. After I washed away the proof of my sinful behavior, I went out of the shower and dressed back up.

Alex was waiting for me, sitting on his bed.

“You look adorable,” he said with a smile. He loved it when my hair was wet and falling all across my face.

I was about to thank him when a ringing in my cellphone attracted my attention. It was Max that texted me. I jumped on the phone to read the text. Surely he was asking about the where and when of our planned date for the morrow? Unfortunately, the motive behind the message was completely different.

Max was explaining that he was cancelling the date, and that there wouldn’t be any other to follow. That I was beautiful and fun, but that I had gone on too long testing his patience. “We had five dates and you never let me kiss you”, the text read. “If you still don’t want to kiss after a whole month, I guess you’re not interested”. The most hurtful part was his desire to stress the fact that he had found a girlfriend. That part, he could at least have left out. The cellphone I threw away on the bed, and myself I sat down angrily next to Alex. But in a matter of seconds, that anger turned to pathetic weeping.

“Hey, what is it?” he asked, fearful. “What is it sweetheart?” I pressed myself against him, letting him hug me and caress my hair as I cried; explaining to him what had happened. He hugged me even tighter. “Aawn, baby…” he shushed, kissing my forehead. “it’s all right, you’ll find another one.”

“But I liked THIS one…”

“Jade, I don’t want to put salt in the wound but…well I can’t blame him too much.” I questioned him with my tearful eyes. “You had FIVE dates, Jade, FIVE. If you liked him so much, why did you never let him kiss you?”

“Because it would’ve been too fast otherwise.”

“Too fast? You had been talking to each other for a month. When would it have felt OK for you to kiss him? After six months? The middle ages ended a while ago, you know?”

“So what? It’s my fault?”

He seemed sorry to say it.

“Well yeah. Sweetie, you’re too much of a prude. Everyone makes fun of you behind your back for that.”

“And yet I don’t hear people making fun of Claire…” I reminded, referencing the nerdy girl in our class.

“Claire at least had one boyfriend. And there’s a difference between her and you. You’re beautiful. People can understand why Claire isn’t in a relationship, but you? It’s not normal for you.”

Even though I was still letting him hug me, I gave him an angry look.

“Well YOU sure didn’t help it either…” I accused. Alex rolled his eyes.

“Jade, not this again. That was two years ago.”

“People remember getting friendzoned decades after it happened. You’re always scolding me for being prudish but hey, I wasn’t the one who said no to us.”

“Look, I’m sorry to break it to you, but I like sex. A lot. And you made it clear that if we were to be a couple, I might only get to kiss you on Valentine’s Day. That’s not the sort of proposition you make to a guy who isn’t a Buddhist monk.”

I pondered on his words. There was much truth to them, even though I was struggling to admit it.

“Or maybe you just think I’m ugly.” I retreated from his embrace and stood up, my back facing him.

“That’s bullshit. You’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, right”. I wasn’t about to believe him.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he repeated. “You know what everyone says about you, right? That you’re the prettiest girl in the whole college”. I couldn’t help but turn to look at him. I’d heard some say that before, but never truly believed it. Hearing from Alex…that made me believe it.

“Really?” I asked.

“Really. And I’ll be the first to agree. Everything about you is perfect, your hair, your nose, your eyes. I can’t pick a single part that could be improved.”

I smiled lovingly. He was so sweet, telling me those things. And I could see in his face that the words were spoken with utter sincerity. Then, from the deeper parts of my conscience, a question arose. My drunkenness caused by the vain satisfaction of being complimented gave me the courage to ask it.

“What about my body?” I whispered.

He froze. Even he, the suave, knowing Alex suddenly knew not what to say.

“I’m sorry?”

“What about my body?”

He gave me a severe look. Clearly, he was not enjoying whatever game I was making us play.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen it.”

I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Would you like to?”

Realisation gleamed in his blue eyes. He looked away, almost as if to register what I had just said.

“I was going to ask you about that…eventually… Jade, why didn’t you just say no there? Were you too scared of disappointing Sarah?”

I took in a deep breath. Saying what I wished to say required more courage than I thought I had.

“I…I don’t know how to say it… When I was sitting there, and the teacher was describing me…” I took another deep breath. “Naked, in front of all you guys…Alex, I… I really liked it.”

His eyeballs almost jumped out of their sockets.

“What do you mean you liked it?”

“I was turned on. Like mad. I never felt that aroused, ever. Alex, please don’t think I’m a slut but…I don’t know, when I imagined myself naked, and all you guys seeing me, I got turned on.”

He was staring at me, like the pope of sane people gazing at the queen of freaks.

“I don’t get it. If getting naked arouses you, why aren’t you horny every time you take a shower?”

“No, it’s not getting naked that turns me on. It’s…it’s being totally naked in front of others.” I thought of it. Was that it? No, not really. Of course, imagining myself nude in front of twenty three clothed girls made me feel some arousal, but that intense fever that had taken hold of me as Sarah was describing my nudity came from something else. “No, not others…”.  I looked at him. “It’s being naked next to clothed guys.”

His confusion couldn’t have been greater.

“But why the hell would that turn you on?”

“I don’t know dude! I just know that it did… Why do you think I ran to the shower as soon as I got here? I had to…relieve myself… Oh god, this is so weird…”

“Alright but that doesn’t mean you’re gonna do it; getting naked on stage… Are you?”

I looked at him with apprehension and hesitation.

“Alex…”

He gave me the same look I was giving him.

“What?”

I sighed.

“I…I think I wanna do it…”

He shook his head in anger.

“Jade, no. You’re my best buddy, what the fuck? I’m not gonna sit there and watch you getting objectified like a whore… If you wanna do it, fine, but I won’t be there with you when you will.”

Terror flashed in my eyes, and I quickly grabbed his hand.

“No please!” I pleaded. “I need you to be there, more than anyone else. I need your presence. And, you know what?” I bit my lip. “Out of all the guys…You’re the one I want there the most.”

My own words were causing confusion and surprise to me. It was as if some unknown spirit possessed me and made me speak things I would never dare to even think of. The words didn’t even feel like they were mine.

“No Jade, no.” His tone was gruff and determined. “You have dignity. If you do this, you’ll be throwing it away. You call yourself a feminist don’t you? Well so do I, so we have a problem here. How many times did we mock how society objectifies women, huh? You’ll be accepting your own sexual objectification by doing this.”

There was much harshness to his speech, but also truth.

“You mean…you mean I’ll be doing what those singers do?”

“God no, you’ll be doing far worse. Beyoncé and Miley Cyrus objectify themselves but they don’t show their complete nudity do they? And even then, that whole scenario is the most sexist thing I’ve ever heard of. One totally naked woman, and a bunch of men all clothed in tuxedos? Can you imagine something more demeaning to women?”

“Well…strippers do that, don’t they?”

“Precisely. So what exactly will be different about you? You’ll be doing the same thing strippers do. You’ll sexualise yourself in front of your closest friends.”

There was only chaos in my mind. Alex was right. The woman, nude, and the men, clothed, towering over her in elegance and civility while she was to be in a state of complete objectification, no more gracious than a beast? It was sexist. It was outright, blatantly sexist. The unbalance of it, the lack of equality, it couldn’t have been more blatant. And yet, there was only chaos in my mind. For the more I realised how sexist it was…

The more I was getting aroused.

No. I was a proud woman. So many activists had fought over the years to gain honor and dignity for women. By accepting that role, I would betray the very gender I belonged to, I would betray the works and efforts of so many females. Why not ask a homosexual to join the Westboro Baptist Church too? I wasn’t going to submit to the system.

“You’re right,” I said. “I’m not a slut, I’m a woman with dignity. I can’t just flash my tits in front of my male friends like that. Wow… I can’t believe I even thought of it.”

“It’s all right, there’s no need to feel guilty.”

I hugged him tight and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you.”

He held me protectively in his arms. I knew that I could always count on him to protect me and guide me, I knew it. We spent the evening together, streaming films, and I spent it in his protective arms. As the hours passed, I thought with a bit of regret of the fact that this situation of Sarah’s would never occur. It felt so good, thinking about it… But no, it was simply wrong in every moral and ethical way. My choice was made.

The morrow came. As I entered the Theater Quarters, I carefully made sure not to meet anyone’s eyes, lest I feel the extent of the awkwardness that Sarah had created with her idiotic idea. As soon as I sat on one of the circle’s chairs, I saw the entire group of girls converge towards me like pigeons flying towards grains. Isabel sat next to me and took my hand.

“Jade, you’re gonna say no, aren’t you, aren’t you?” She spoke faster than bullets would leave an automatic rifle.

“Of course I’m gonna say no. You know me, there’s no way I’d ever do something like that.”

All the girls breathed in perfect synchronisation.

“Thank god” Chanel said. “For a second I thought you would.”

“Why?! I’m not a slut,” I reminded, gravely insulted.

“What I meant is that you’re super pretty, and pretty female performers are always systematically sexualised. Just look at the music industry or female actresses. They do it so they can advance their careers, because that’s the surest way. Most women in your position would objectify themselves. But you didn’t, you made the harder choice, the right one. This is something to be very proud of.”

I was about to demand some private space when my mind processed Chanel’s words.

“You’re saying I was chosen because of how I look?”

Cynthia, a tall, dark haired girl, laughed.

“Of course you were. The college makes a shitload of money from the shows. If they get the sexiest girl in the school completely naked, the ticket sales will go through the roof.”

An object. That whole idea was to treat me as a complete and utter object. I should’ve felt disgusted, used, insulted. Instead…instead I felt…

What the fuck was wrong with me?

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.

“I…I…I don’t know…not really…”

Sodden interrupted our conversation.

“So, uh, do we start discussing the play?” he asked awkwardly.

I nodded, but still remained silent with my arms tightly wrapped around my boobs and my legs as tightly crossed as my arms. I wasn’t even listening to the boys who tried to mutter some artistic ideas while also trying not to steal glances at me; I was just slugging through my own confusion and humiliation. Liang turned to me.

“Umm, Jade, I don’t want to be rude or…uh, but, well, one day or another, we will have to…uh…see…you know…”

“No you’re right,” I answered. “I just…fuck, I can’t, I’m sorry. I can’t stop hiding my body. Sorry, I just feel really embarrassed, I…”

Alex again placed a protective hand over my cheek.

“Hey, Jade, baby,” he whispered. “You can stop this if you’re not feeling well, huh?”

I shook my head.

“No, I want to do this, it’s just…it’s really hard for me not to cover myself.”

An air of “eureka” shone on Ari’s face, and he ran to the prop room. When he came back, all of my Caribbean lineage left my face as I turned paler than snow. Ari was holding handcuffs.

“What?!” I whispered, utterly terrified.

“This’ll help you not cover yourself,” Ari said.

My initial thought was to tell him to fuck off, but I then decided that his strategy was wise enough to be accepted. I nodded, almost docile.

“But I want Alex to put them,” I quickly added, cold as ice.

Alex took the cuffs from him. He took me by the arm and placed me before the gang. All six boys were in front of me, waiting anxiously, hungrily…

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked me.

“Yes,” my soul whispered.

And that was it. The moment.

He took one arm, placed it behind my back, and cuffed the hand. My body jumped a little when I heard the metal click. He did the same with the other hand, and now both were cuffed, my arms behind my back. As soon as my best friend finished restraining me, I heard a crazed yell from behind.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Isabel screamed as she went down the stage, followed by Chanel and some other girls.

“It’s all right,” I responded, smiling. “I need this right now…”

I turned away from their looks of confusion to face the gang. As soon as I saw all those faces, an instinctive urge had me move my arms to cover myself, but the cuffing stopped my movement short. That single moment gave me more arousal than anything I had ever felt before in my life.

“Alex?” I whispered.

“What is it baby?”

“Hold my arm please.”

And so he did, giving me some strength. I felt my nipples harden. Alex was touching me. He was only touching my arm. But he was doing it as I was totally nude.

That was it. I was there. Doing it. I stood completely naked. Not a single part of my body covered; from my feet to my legs to my pubis and breasts and way up, everything was exposed. That’s what I was, exposed, like a medieval prisoner for humiliation, like some whore, some low down stripper slut who kept no dignity for her bitch self. And in that state, every little detail changed everything, every detail shaped how I felt. The cold floor had me stand on the tip of my toes, and that made my body elevated, elongated and more beautiful, the same way heels would do, but heels at least covered an infinitesimal amount of flesh. Not even a single part of mine was. My hard breathing caused my breasts to bounce, offering an even better spectacle than if they remained still. It was all crazy. I looked at them, my friends, my male friends. None of their eyes scouted anything above my elbows, no, they all wandered down there. They were looking at my body. A day prior, I was Jade, their buddy, their pal, their bro. Now I was showing my whole nude body to them. It was crazy… It was crazy…

It was so good…

Oh, how Issa watched my breasts move with such shock, the same Issa with whom I spoke of girls and their stupid ways. Oh, how Sodden was seeing all of me, Sodden the geeky one who spoke rarely, with whom I had worked on so many school projects over the years. And Hugo, Hugo the clumsy one I always disciplined and ordered around, now he was drinking the delicious shape of my thighs with his eyes. And Chris, the boy with which I engaged in the most unfeminine of activities as we would both slouch on chairs to play video games all night long, drinking beer and shoving chips down our throats, now he saw me as he never did before; totally feminine and more sexualised than any female in any video game ever was. And all the others too, they were tasting my nude body with their eyes. They were taking pleasure from me as a mere sexual object, now irrevocably holding superiority over me in their clothed, manly forms. Knowing that I was degrading myself so, relinquishing that absolute equality we had cultivated over the years for this sexist, objectifying heaven…it made my head spin in a tornado of arousal. I never felt so horny in my entire life.

I jumped as Sarah suddenly appeared next to me.

“Well well…” the teacher said with a smile on her face. “You’ve got quite the body on you Jade… My, just look at those breasts! Large and round and firm…” My face turned more red than my nipples as I drowned in shyness. “You’re giving the boys quite a treat… And what’s this? You like to be cuffed?”

“No miss, I just…needed to stop covering myself …”

“I see. Also, try turning around now, you must get used to have your backside exposed to them.” Reluctantly, I turned around, presenting my bare ass to the group. And now, Alex was facing me. It was his turn to look at my body. “I have documents to tend to,” Sarah went on, “so I’ll probably be gone for the day. I’ll leave you all to work on developing the play. And Jade,” she added, turning to me. “that handcuff idea could actually be great in the play. Try building on it, alright?”

I nodded silently as the teacher left the room.

“Alex?” I asked. “Are they looking at my ass?”

“Like lions eyeing a gazelle”

I wouldn’t have had a different facial expression had hands started rubbing my pussy. I closed my eyes and savoured the moment for a long while, enjoying the knowledge that six males were ogling my bare ass while another did so with the front of my body. Alex woke me from that erotic slumber some instants later, telling me that the boys had scurried off to the stage to try and discuss the expression of it’s themes.

“What do we do now?” he asked.

“Can I sit first?”

“Of course.”

I asked to sit on one of the chairs facing away from the stage were everyone was, but he reminded me that the goal of all this madness was to get me used to this nudity. Again, I just nodded in silence. It seemed that my nakedness made me so vulnerable that no pretence of authority persisted in me. But even sitting, there was no stillness to me. I crossed my legs to hide my pussy.

“Uh, Jade…I don’t want to annoy you, but you shouldn’t cover yourself you know? That’s the point of the exercise.”

“I know, it’s just a fucking reflex, I can’t fight it…Help me please, I need something to hold me in place…”

He left for the prop room, then came back with three more cuffs. He took my arms and placed them behind the backrest, then knelt and cuffed my bare feet. He then used used the other two cuffs to tie the already locked ones to the chair. I was now totally chained to it. I pushed my toes against the ground and lifted my body to test their solidity, bringing out my naked breasts as I did. I failed to move more than a few centimeters.

“Well, I sure can’t move. Thanks.” I gave him a smile.

“Alright, well…” He was looking away from me. “Well what do we do now?”

“We talk about the play. Tell the guys to come here.”

And he did. The boys sat around me, and we discussed, casually, ways in which we could prepare the play. The conversation soon shifted to other subjects, such as movies, sports, the weather… It was as casual as conversations go. You know… except for the part where there was a totally naked girl chained like a prisoner condemned to public humiliation. It felt so strange, to look at this multitude of clothed guys trying to converse casually but failing to steal thousands of glances at my naked body. Every time they did, I felt the urge to cover myself, but the cuffs stopped me from doing so. I was at their mercy. My shivering would not stop. Not only was there nothing to cover me, but my feet were bare and thus touched the cold ground. The cuffs, metal and chilly, clamped against my ankles and my wrists, and the aluminium of the chair I sat on kept breathing it’s chill on my ass and my back. I couldn’t have felt less comfortable. And to add to all that were my buddies, clothed and free, to surround me and look at me. The discomfort made me continually move on the chair, but the restraints caused my movement to look like some sort of slow, erotic dance. My toes kept pushing against the ground, bringing my long legs higher up and exaggerating their curves. My arms pushed against the backrest, bringing my breasts out and causing my chest to move slowly and sensually. I was not realising any of this, instead gyrating in an all the more erotic manner as sweat began to fall from my body. The cold was being replaced by a fever like heat. My arousal kept on becoming greater. As for the poor boys, they just kept on trying to speak, ignoring the naked, chained slut that moved herself in front of them. The more time passed though, the more comfortable I felt. Not when it came to the restraints or the chair, but when it came to the looks. They still stabbed me with searing shame and humiliation, but at least my movements were becoming calmer and the urge to cover myself was disappearing.

Eventually, as the hours passed and a relative amount of comfort began to settle in, I asked to be uncuffed. The boys and I sat on the stage and spoke, a little less awkwardly now, of how to approach the play. I sat next to Alex, so close that the side of my leg was touching the fabric of his jeans. Our proximity caused my sweating to be all the more pluvious. I noticed he wasn’t paying any attention to the conversation. He was looking at my body.

“What?” I asked.

He jumped and turned his gaze away, acting as if he hadn’t been looking all that time.

“Nothing.”

“Come on”, I giggled, almost like a little girl. “I saw you sneaking a peek there.” Alex kept on avoiding my look. He still seemed very uncomfortable about the fact that my naked body was right next to him. I took his face to turn it towards mine, and smiled. “Hey, it’s all right. Come on, tell me what you think”.

“Well…you look very feminine…”

“Feminine? What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. Just the way you’re sitting. You don’t usually sit like that.”

Confused, I looked at myself. My upper body was forming an elegant curve, my thighs felt more pronounced and curvaceous and my legs were crossed in that stereotypically girly way; as my back formed a proud arc that brought out my breasts and exaggerated their already generous size.

“And I don’t usually sit like that?”

“You never do. Normally you’re slouching with your legs wide open, like Chris. But right now, I don’t know, it looks pretty the way you’re sitting.”

“I’m sure being completely naked also helps.”

This time around, Alex joined me in the giggle. It seemed he was starting to warm up. He stole a quick glance at my boobs, then jumped back at looking away. I found it so cute that I couldn’t help but plant a quick kiss on his cheek.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Nothing.” Smiling somewhat mischievously, I shrugged and went back to conversing with the other boys. As time went by, my pose became all the more relaxed and inviting. My breasts were fully presented to them and I loved seeing how blatantly they were enjoying them. Whilst during the early part of the day, I had been a shy, trembling mess, now I was looking more and more like a posing model as confidence, and dare I say, cockiness grew in me. And during all that time, the corner of my eye saw the same thing; Alex’s gaze solidly fixated on my boobs. I couldn’t blame him either, my breathing made them move beautifully and the ever growing sweat made them glisten. After a whole hour of talking about the different variations of rock music, I turned back to look at Alex. He was still gazing at my boobs. I laughed and planted another kiss on his cheek.

“I’m…I’m sorry,” he apologised, shameful. “I shouldn’t be looking at you like that.”

“It’s all right,” I assured, laughing. “I like it when you look.”

“Are you…are you sure?”

“I am. Please look more, I love it. It makes me feel beautiful.” He looked at my breasts for a few seconds before looking back into my eyes, asking with his gaze if it was alright. Instead of answering with words, I turned slightly to face him. Now my boobs were right below his eyes.

And he continued looking. It felt so good, to see him gazing at my nudity. My best friend, my closest buddy. He was enjoying me the way perverts enjoyed strippers. And it felt so good. My breathing became faster, and the heat in my body, so great that the sweat now made me look wet. And wet too was I now between my legs. I was lubricating. God, I was becoming hornier by the minute. It was clear that my ever growing arousal was as blatant as my nudity. The guys were stuttering all the more and their eyes were starting to lock on me as much as Alex’s . It was becoming too much, too much to handle.

“Alex,” I muttered, “can you tell the guys to go down the stage? Tell them I’m too embarrassed right now.” I was embarrassed of course, but my need for their departure was the extreme arousal their clothed presence was causing. They had to go, or else my fingers, moved by a force too great, would start rubbing my pussy by themselves.

The boys left for a more remote location of the class, and Alex started getting up too. My hand grabbed his.

“Stay, please,” I begged. “I need you…”

I needed his presence next to me like air. His powerful presence, powerful because he was clothed and I was totally nude, powerful because of this absolute contrast and unbalance. He stayed, thank god, and my sweating became ever more abundant. My body was shining now. Oh god, it felt so good… How I am I even able to wear clothes next to him? I thought, when it felt so good to submit my naked self to his gaze, to let his strength humble me in my vulnerability?

I was so wet. I closed my eyes. My hard breathing had now turned into soft, tortured moans of anger.

“Unh…unh…unh…” I must have sounded like a slut begging for sex. Alex was looking away now, discomfort growing in him. Unfortunately for him, I grasped his shirt and and nuzzled my face in his neck, breathing and muffling my moans there. His agitation was becoming all the greater.

“Jade…” he muttered almost angrily, “will you stop that?!”

“I can’t,” I was whispering with my lips against his ear. “Unh…unh…Alex…I feel so hot, unh…”

He distanced himself a little from me.

“Uh, Jade, you really have to stop whatever the hell you’re doing, Isabel and Chanel are looking at us.”

“I don’t care,” I breathed against his ear, “hnh, fuck, unh, I feel so hot, unh…” My hands were grasping him so much that I was almost fondling his torso and shoulders. “I think I’m aroused Alex.”

“You think?! That was pretty evident two hours ago! Go to the bathroom.”

“Huh? Why? Unh…”

“Well you know…to relieve yourself… Something tells me you really need it right now. Go on, there’s never anyone in the corridors at this hour of day.”

I nodded and got up; fortunately my body didn’t seem to be one of those that lubricated too much and thus I could walk without anyone noticing my shame if I held my thighs together. I left the Quarters through the back doors; the ones that allowed passage through tiny corridors seldom visited by anyone and away from all the classrooms. I had walked through them for two years, but now I did it as Eve in the Garden. As I entered the bathroom, the clip clap of my bare feet coincided with the unforgiving cold they felt against the tiles. It caused my nipples to harden even more than they already had. I locked myself inside one of the toilets and, ass against the cold wall, sucked two of my fingers and shoved them eagerly in my pussy. With one hand I played with my boobs, and the other, quenched this most unbearable of thirsts.

“Unhh…unhh…unhh…”

I moaned, imagining all my guy friends with their gazes all over me. It felt so good…

My moans and my fingering went on, and finally I orgasmed; ending an eternity of suffering, a day long arousal. The very moment I finished washing away the shame between my legs with water, a tall brunette and a stout brunette entered the bathroom.

“What, the, fuck…” one of them muttered in other shock. The other one just smiled in disbelief.

“Uh, hi…”

I felt utter humiliation as my face went red.

“Why are you naked?”

“Long story.” The smiling girl took out her phone and took a picture of me. “Woah! What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, I’m not showing it to anyone, I just need a pic of this.”

I could only trust her. What else was I to do? Were I to cause the slightest disturbance, they could call a teacher and I would be found in this state. I simply smiled and headed for the exit. As I was about to leave, I felt a slap on my ass. My hair almost flew away as I spun my head.

“Sorry,” the tall one giggled. “but that ass is way too slappable. Fuck babe, you’re smoking hot!”

“Really?” I must’ve sounded a little too innocent, but the compliment had made me flush like a little girl.

“Yeah!” the short one added. “I’d kill to have a body like that.”

She too gave my bare butt a light slap, then the brunette started touching my boobs without even asking.

“Oh my god touch these,” she said, “they’re so big!”

“Daaamn, yes!”

The girls kept on discussing my breasts while fondling them, totally ignoring my presence. It felt as though in my nudity, they didn’t see a fellow girl, anymore, they only saw some bitch. I could understand, clothing had always been a show of social status. Without them, even I felt intrinsically “lower.” I bit my lip. The fondling was going on for too long. I was starting to feel horny again.

“All right girls,” I laughed, taking off their hands from me. “I gotta go.”

“Uhm, you’re not going like this where there’s guys are you?”

There was a hint of disgust appearing in their eyes.

“Of course not,” I laughed. “I’m not a slut.”

I left the bathroom fast. When I entered the Quarters again, they were empty. I just realised that it was 6h30, and that I had spent a good thirty minutes away from there. Thankfully, Alex was still there, sitting on the edge of the stage. As I sat next to him, he jumped for a second, surprised by my nudity, then remembered the madness that was going on.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hey,” He stole a glance at my boobs. “So, do you feel better?”

“Yeah. Much better. And you, why didn’t you leave?”

“Leave? I’d never leave without you.”

“Hah. I love you.”

I gave him a kiss on the cheek. We sat there in silence as I watched him looking at my body. Finally, after a while, he managed to look up at my eyes.

“We should go.” he said. “Go get dressed.”

I started biting my lip.

“What if I don’t want to?”

He looked as if I told him that I was a transsexual moose.

“What?”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Jade, that’s enough. Go get dressed.”

“Alright…” I groaned like a rebellious tween, going to the center of the circle where I had left my clothing.

“Wait, wait,” Alex suddenly intervened, still sitting on the edge of the stage.

“What?”

“Nono, don’t turn around. Yes, stay like that, face away from me.”

“But why?”

He began stuttering.

“Umm… I… Well, I didn’t really get a lot of opportunities to see your, uhm, backside today and…and…” He sighed. “Fuck Jade, you have the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen in my life.”

His overwhelmed face was so cute that I began laughing almost hysterically.

“Well then look!” I said, bending to present my ass to him. In my laughter, I didn’t even care about what I was doing… Yet I thought of what the girls in the bathroom had said. How much of dirty slut could I be? Then, not being able to control myself anymore, I walked towards him and landed the longest, hardest and most loving kiss I ever gave anyone on his cheek.

“Mmmmwah!” Had I had lipstick on, it would’ve impregnated the very tissue of his skin so hard had my kiss been. I leaned so that our faces would be at the same height, as my boobs hung right in front of him. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For making me feel beautiful.”

He caressed my hair.

“You shouldn’t need me to feel that way. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

And these words were the nicest anyone had ever told me. With the same intensity as he was staring at my dangling breasts, I was staring at his lips. Before my madness would make me kiss them, I sat next to him again.

“Alex?” I asked with manipulative baby eyes. “Can we stay here a little more please? I wanna cuddle.”

“Alright, but… Can you get dressed first?”

“No, I’m too lazy.”

I knew he was too smart to believe the lie, but before he could answer, I put my head against his chest. Normally, we would cuddle much more intimately, but I didn’t want the sides of my large breasts to brush against him, especially since he still seemed slightly uncomfortable. It didn’t matter, for I felt good. As he caressed my hair, I thought of the year that was to come. Was I really going to go nude on stage? Was I really going to keep letting my friends look at me naked? My mind still could not comprehend the fact that I had done that. I felt like such a slut. But at least, I couldn’t possibly get any sluttier, could I?

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