Author's Notes:
While this is itself a standalone story, it is also a reflection piece/opposite pov to my entry from last year's National Nude Day Contest-
Naked in a Cave
. I had nearly finished it last year and meant to include it with the original, but depression is a bitch and I was lucky to get out what I did.
For that reason alone, I'm entering it into the contest this year for the extra exposure and do not wish for this piece to qualify for any kind of placement.
For those familiar, I've taken ample liberties, again.
I wasn't looking forward to my first time. Not
this
one, anyway. Not that I was nervous. People are generally anxious their first time. I'd seen enough of them- restless, a bit self-conscious, trying in vain to cover up their more tender bits-and-bobs before simply relaxing into it. I wasn't sure why I was still even going to the
Naked in a Cave
event. My first time going nude and now I was going by myself. I'd already bought the ticket, might as well take the fucking ride. If nothing else the suite I paid for was too nice and too non-refundable to bail on. It wasn't my first nude event, but it would be my first time naked that far underground, over 150 feet down! Still, I
despised
going alone. Even if I did get to go all nakey.
I had moved out here only a few months ago. Leo's turn to visit was coming up, so I was looking for some local spots on the off chance we ever left my bedroom. This touristy cave attraction came up. As I was checking out their website I saw their National Nude Day event. A quick phone call later and the tickets and suite were reserved. Six weeks later and I was single. Me and my timing.... But it was real this time, it was final, this time I had ended it. I just couldn't anymore. I love a good run, but that man had me chasing after him so hard and he never once bothered to look back to see if I was still there.
I guess not everyone bothers to look back.
Heartache always makes me nostalgic. Mostly about Leo. We'd been on and off for years now. He'd get a thing up his bum about this or that and we'd be off for a bit before he missed my stability, loyalty, libido. Lately he missed the excitement of that new touch more. He always had sought that out while we were off. Should have been a bit of a clue for me right there.
What good is ruminating on any of that though? I guess I could spend time remembering some of the other people I let treat me like shit. My mother who used to wait outside the shower to tell me how fat I was getting once I hit puberty. She wasn't the only reason I started running, but her memory always gives me that extra push when I need it. Or there's my old roommate, my first truly close friend, who turned on me as soon as I took an opportunity that didn't directly involve him. He'd gotten hostile, eventually throwing some AA batteries at me one night. When one hit me square in the jaw, I was beyond stunned. Didn't even bother to close my laptop. Just went to my room, shocked, speechless.
I wanted to run down the hall to Aaron and throw myself into his arms. But what was I to him?! Some silly girl that made goo-goo eyes at him. I was so young and naΓ―ve back then. I should have flipped the fuck out on the roommate for being a grade 'A' douchenozzle. Live and learn. And don't put up with dumb shit.
Maybe that's why I'm single.
***
I checked into the suite as soon as I could. I needed to take the edge off before tonight's event. Not like I was a nympho or anything, but three weeks post-breakup, doing
this
alone, I don't know, it's like my gut was trying to tell me something. I just couldn't figure out what.
This place is out in the hills a ways, I don't use any public wifi, and my phone wasn't getting enough service for any kind of porn. It was just my memories and my imagination, both of which I'd been trying to avoid the past few weeks. At least I'd thought to bring along my Hitachi. Bit massive, but definitely worth it.
Leo wasn't popping into my head, thank fuck, but for some reason my old roommate was. I'd never slept with him, never even kissed him. That wasn't a thing for me. I mean, he tried kissing me a few times. Freaked me right the fuck out. Of course he never remembered it when he sobered up. Not that he'd admit to, anyway.
Then
he
popped into my head. Aaron. His eyes.... My Lord that man had the most gorgeous eyes! A deep hazel with green throughout them. I never dared look too long. We were flirty, yeah, but I wasn't about to jump the guy. Not that I wouldn't have, but I wasn't
that
forward. Not back then at least. That's what did it for me, imagining myself fucking Aaron here and now.
I wasn't in a hurry to get over to their organized meet and greet, so I remained for a time, leisurely enjoying my bliss and the daydream I'd crafted. The receptionist had thoroughly briefed me back when I bought the tickets. I knew what to expect. Check in, light refreshments, change into nothing but your sneakers and their souvenir robe, stash your clothes in a provided bag, socialize while waiting for your tour, go down in the cave and lose your robe.