The following story is a submission to the 2013 Literotica Annual Nude Day Contest. I would love for you to leave a comment at the end if you wish, put please don't forget to vote on this and all the Nude Day submissions.
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A horn sounded in the mild summer evening, followed closely by a shouted, "Gabby!"
I rushed to the window and leaned out. "Coming in a minute," I shouted back. I finished the final touches to the liberal dark eye makeup I wore, pulled on the cobalt blue shirt over the black tank top and took the stairs double-time, jogging out the front door to Chris' car. My best pair of dark jeans completed the outfit.
Chris was waiting in the car. He hadn't even switched it off, so certain he was that I would be ready, waiting for him.
"Not a dress even this time?" he teased.
"You know I don't like to do dresses and all those girly things." I replied, adjusting the leather cord of my necklace so that the blue seaglass pendant rested against my breastbone. "Wearing a dress for the family barbeque last week was enough excitement for everyone for years to come." I rolled my eyes at the memory. Uncle Sebastian hadn't stopped staring at me for the entire evening. Pervy old bastard.
"Oh, so you'll wear a dress for those oldies but not for us, huh?"
"Shut up, Chris. You know Mom made me."
He turned towards me in his seat and looked me up and down thoroughly. "Well, you'll do," he said finally, a slow grin sliding onto his face.
I shifted in my seat at his frank appraisal, his grin making my heart skip a beat. "Okay, okay! Enough of the judgment. Not like I dressed for you, you know?" I said, sliding a strand of black hair back behind my ear in nervousness.
"Oh, yea. I know." He kicked the car into gear and started off. "I know I'm no one special."
I scoffed at him and turned to look out the window. He was wrong and he knew it. Chris was special to me. Very special. He was my best friend, had been since as long as I could remember. But what he didn't know was that despite all my claims to the contrary, I
had
dressed for Chris. I have been in love with him ever since I can remember.
What was it if not love when I had shoved Anna Braswell in kindergarten when she had used his new pencil with the eraser on the back he had been saving for a special occasion? I had felt so fierce then, so protective of him in my 4 year old seriousness. Anna hadn't even tried to fight back. Perhaps I hadn't recognized it was love all the way back then though.
I definitely hadn't known it was love when I had that brief and disastrous 'besties' stage in middle school with Allison Sykes. I remember that the most fights I had had with Chris had been during that period. I was blinded by the popularity of the 'in group' at school and had neglected him. In his loyal way, he had weathered that, picking up afterwards without complaint.
Throughout high school, we had been buddies, close but not overly so as he had finally filled out and every girl in school wanted to be with Chris Weber, or so it seemed. He was never without a swarm of pesky girls hovering around him, simpering and fluttering their eyelashes. And he had soaked it all in, reveling in the attention. Bastard.
The only one he never seemed to have eyes for in that sense was me. It was only me that he never noticed. He never looked at me with anything resembling the hungry gaze that was all too obvious to me when he looked at those other girly girls. I was the friend and they were the
girls
. Girls who surrounded him and took him away from me.
It was only at home that he was all mine. Our study dates at his place were all that kept him from failing out of History and English. And he was my lifeline for Math, so I guess it worked both ways.
For the past three years, it was only during the three brief months of summer when he was mine. Penn State had taken him away from me this time, but I was happy for him. He was doing what he wanted. Me? I could do without him. After all, I had experience wanting him but not getting him my entire life.
I turned to him, took in his casual shirt and shorts and waited until he looked back at me. "Why are you going on about a dress? Not like you dressed up for this."
He just smiled and kept on driving.
"Anyhow, you told me to dress casual so I did. That's right, isn't it? Where are we going?"
He had been maddeningly secretive about this party ever since he had suddenly called up and invited me this morning.
"The house of a guy I know from college - Eric," he replied.
"Is this like a college party? Booze, music and frat boys, all that?"
"You ask too many questions, Gabby. Gab, gab gab." Chris brought his fingers and thumb together rapidly in the universal gesture of talking.
"What? You told me nothing about this party other than to dress casually. And when I did, you made that comment about not wearing a dress."
Chris laughed. "Okay, I take back the not wearing a dress comment. That was only to tease you. I knew you'd grumble like you did. And anyway, what you wear hardly matters."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means that this is a nude party."
"A what?! Chris, stop the car."
"This is why I didn't tell you."
"Stop the damn car!"
"Stop being a prude, Gabriella."
His use of my full name gave me pause. I knew he used it precisely because I hated it. I had told him it made me seem like a sixty year old... prude.
"And anyway, it's just a bit more naked than you would be if you were wearing a bikini," he continued.
"Look, you know I don't wear those barely-there bikinis."
"Why not? You have the figure for it."
That surprised me. "What?"
"You heard what I said. You have the figure. I don't know why you don't show it off. Your casual clothes and that don't-touch-me performance doesn't fool anybody, you know?"
"Are you kidding me? What figure? I have nothing. I have plain black hair and the slimmest board of a body any girl could have. No curves to speak of and no... fuck it, why are we even arguing about this?"
"You have silky black hair and the deepest blue eyes I have ever seen on anyone. And the face of an angel despite all that dark goop around your eyes. Hmm, now that I think of it, it actually makes a delicious contrast... kind of like an innocent bad girl. And what you call your slim board of a body has a model's flat stomach and the never-ending legs that guys would die to... uh, well, that guys like. Don't tell me you're not aware of your own sexuality."
"Sexuality?" I croaked.
"Yes. You know, that part that attracts people?"
I was shocked. I had no idea Chris paid even an iota of attention to my body, let alone could list all of the... attractions.
"So is this a free-for-all sex party you're taking me to?" I said to cover up my confusion.
Chris groaned. "No, I didn't mean that. I meant you simply shouldn't be concerned about how you look naked. And no, this isn't a sex party. I assure you no one will do anything to you that you don't want them to." He threw a grin my way. "Now, if you
want
to have sex..."
I cuffed him on the arm. "Right."
"But still. I cannot be naked with people around me. I simply can't."
He stopped the car by the side of the deserted back road then and turned to face me. "This is not one of those wild parties, believe me. No one will grab you or do anything inappropriate. This is simply a party where guests are going to be naked. And, well, I'd be lying if I told you I don't enjoy the view, but that's not what this is about."
"Then?"
"Well, it's hard to explain. It's like... nude beaches you know? People go there just because they don't want clothes on their bodies. Because they don't want to be constrained. It's just...." He shrugged. "Just kind of liberating, going someplace without clothes. It just gives it a different sort of perspective."
"What do you mean, different perspective?"
