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Chapter 3

I didn't get much work done that day. I kept replaying the morning's breakfast in my mind. Gina sitting fully dressed while I was fully

un

dressed, not able to hide any part of my body, nor when any of my thoughts turned erotic. I had never felt so exposed in my life, and I found it exhilarating.

And the topper: that we weren't as alone as Gina thought — Angela was still home and literally seconds away from seeing my naked body too.

When I got to Gina's place again that evening, she couldn't wait to reminisce about this morning. "That was a really close call, huh. Angela was so disappointed when I told her what she missed you doing."

"What? You told her?? She knows I was standing around naked in the kitchen this morning?"

"Not just the kitchen!! And not just in the morning! Oh, don't be like that. I don't keep secrets from my friends. Anyway, we're all adults here, and she didn't even see anything. Besides even if she had, it's not like she's never seen a cock in her life before."

"Yeah, I suppose so ..." I said, not really convinced but not really willing to dispute her points either.

"And don't tell me you weren't excited by it either, because your cock spilled the beans on that one for you."

"No, you're right. It turned me on much more than I expected. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day. And if I'm being honest," I lowered my voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "almost getting caught might have been the biggest thrill of all."

"Is that so? Interesting, I'll have to remember that. But speaking of seeing some cock ... ..." she winked at me a few times in succession.

"Right now? What about your roommates, where are they?"

"Does it really matter? Maybe they're home, maybe they're not. Either way, they're not in the living room right now — I don't even hear them about. Go ahead and get naked. Let me see that beautiful cock."

"... I want to, really, but ... "

but there's a difference between fantasy and reality.

The reality of getting caught naked was overpowering the fantasy, and keeping me rooted in my spot.

"Okay, I'll sweeten the deal. Get naked, then we'll head right on up to my room, and watch a movie. You'll be exposed for less than a minute."

I was ready to accept, but I paused while day-dreaming about getting caught. Gina must have mistaken my delay for more apprehension because she reluctantly amended her deal.

"And I'll give you a blowjob. But only if -"

Before she could finish, I'd quickly stripped naked, tossing my clothes onto the couch. I started to make my way towards the stairs, but Gina put a hand across my chest. "Whoa, not so fast big guy. You should have let me finish — you didn't know what you were agreeing to. As I was saying, only if we do it down here."

She leaned in close and passionately kissed my lips, then forcing her tongue into my mouth to meet my tongue. Her tongue slowly made her way down my body, until she was on her knees. I was about to voice my protests to staying out in the open when her tongue reached the tip of my dick. All thoughts of objection instantly disappeared.

I closed my eyes and she swirled her tongue around my erect dick. Her tongue teased me for what felt like hours, but had to have been mere seconds. I didn't need much stimulation, the situation was almost enough stimulation by itself. "Oh god, I'm going to cum!"

She immediately withdrew her mouth and waited for a count of 15 before grasping the base of my dick with her right hand and saying "then let's take this party upstairs."

I followed her — not that I had any choice, or would have exercised it if I did — as she led me up the stairs and into her room.

Chapter 4

For the next week, I'd head to Gina's place right after work and we'd retire to her room, where she'd tell me to strip. She didn't even have to say anything by the 3rd day - I'd just follow her up to her room and automatically strip down until I was fully nude (and usually hard). Much to my disappointment we weren't having sex that week — she told me it was her time of the month, and I couldn't very well argue with biology — but we would hang out in her room, talking, watching movies, enjoying a game of cards or two (

she

enjoyed... my skill level with cards is closer to 'tolerate' than 'enjoy'). It was all very mundane, except for the fact that I was always as naked as the day I was born, and she was most definitely not.

It was Friday when Gina got some bad news. Her work really needed her to be in the office next week — there was an important client that Gina had been working closely with and the deal was going south. She was the only person who could do it, and since her work was important to her, she had to bail on the Vegas trip with the Three Amigas. She texted me about it during the day, but she didn't quite know how to break it to Angela and Brooklyn.

As it happened, Gina picked me up after work that day, and she drove us both to her place in silence. When we entered her house, Angela and Brooklyn were already home, lounging in the living room. "Oh good, you're both here," Gina said to them. "I have some bad news I need to share." Then turning to me she added, "You go ahead up to my room and get naked. I'll be along in a few minutes."

I turned beet red from embarrassment, but my pants started to get a bit tighter regardless.

Turning back to her roommates, Gina explained "He absolutely loves being naked for me. I've never seen anybody get turned on so quickly before. Best part, he enjoys it whether I'm naked or not."

"Really?" Angela teased with a smirk. "So you guys have had more naked time than just your first night... or should I say

Darvin

has had more naked time? From the sounds of it he's the only one."

Brooklyn jumped in with amusement in her voice, "Wait, what do you mean 'more' naked time? Why is this the first I'm hearing about it?"

Angela said with a shrug "Don't look at me, he's not

my

naked toy." Continuing with an enormous smile, "He's Gina's!"

"Oh, bullshit, Angela," Brooklyn retorted, in semi-mock anger, "

possession

has never stopped you from gossiping before."

Trying to mediate the situation, Gina interrupted with a calm level-headedness. "Relax Brook. Nobody's keeping secrets from you. You haven't exactly been around much this week as it is, what with working extra shifts preparing Carol to cover for you during our trip... which is exactly what I need to talk you you guys about."

Who was Carol? A coworker at Brooklyn's bar?

I tried to say something — I

wanted

to say something retaliatory or witty — or anything at all, to contribute to the conversation in which my only involvement was as 'subject,' but my brain wasn't cooperating. My dick wasn't cooperating either, but in the completely opposite way. Whereas I couldn't turn my brain on, I couldn't turn my dick

off! I wonder if there's some correlation there?

"Uh ... I'll just wait for you upstairs then." I finally manage to get out.

"Naaakeed?" Gina drew out.

"... Mmmhmm." I nodded quickly, then hurried upstairs while the three girls giggled away.

I went into Gina's room, stripped off my clothes into a neat pile on her desk, and waited. Naked. And waited, and waited. I waited in the chair. I waited on the bed. I was starting to get really bored, so I was just reading the spines of books on her shelf, my dick wilting to its usual standby self. After nearly an hour, the door suddenly opened without warning, causing all of me to jump.

"Ooh, that was a nice sight," Gina smiled. What she didn't do was close the door. She just walked over to her bed and sat at the end. "Well, I told the girls the bad news. We decided they're still going to go, just the two of them. We'll try and schedule the three of us again another time. At least the good news is I get to spend more time with you! What we

will

do tonight is give Brook and Ang an impromptu going away party before their flight tomorrow. They're already cracking the wine. Come on, let's go downstairs.

It didn't even cross my mind that I could just get dressed. Instead I froze in place while my dick grew. "Uh, what? Downstairs? With your friends? But I'm naked!"

With a sarcastic pout, Gina replied "Yeah, y'know I did kinda notice that." After a few seconds where she appeared to weigh things in her mind, Gina let out a heavy exaggerated sigh and said, "Fiiiine." Then with a twinkle in her eye, "Tell you what, put on your pants and your shirt.

Only

your pants and your shirt. It'll be so sexy knowing your cock is only a single thin layer of clothing away."

The idea brought me an instant erection. I pulled on my work slacks and my t-shirt, while Gina never made any motion to close the door in the slightest.

I took a short moment to try and reduce the painfully obvious tent in my slacks before we went back downstairs and watched the tv together with her roommates. Gina and I were cuddled together under a blanket and halfway through the first show she slowly unzipped my fly and started playing with my dick. I lost any hope of concentrating on the show.

The wine was flowing freely for all four of us, and before long Brooklyn got up to open the third bottle. When she came back, she noticed how conspicuously the blanket was wrapped around us and joked "You're not naked right now, are you Darvin?"

"No, not fully," Gina volunteered. "He's gone commando!"

"Haha no way! Did

you

order him to do that?"

"It was my suggestion, yup."

Suggestion? No, I think Brooklyn had it right. Still, I'm a big boy, it was my choice, wasn't it?

"As long as he's under that blanket he might as well be naked, for all the difference it makes," added Angela.

Gina suddenly had a look of realization about her. "Oh shit, with all the drama about canceling my vacation, I completely forgot about your vacation, Darvin. And your

promise!

"

I was drawing a blank. "What do you mean, Gina? Wait, you can't mean ... but you're not going to Vegas anymore. I figured that invalidated my promise ... I can't very well be ... uh.." I stole quick glances at Brooklyn and Angela, "uh, 'naked while you're in Vegas' if you're not

in

Vegas!"

"Sweetie, you didn't promise to be naked while I was in Vegas. You promised to be completely, balls out naked 24/7 for

your entire vacation!

And if I'm not going away, that means I should get to enjoy every second of it, right?"

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I suppose that makes sense."

"Good, it's settled then. You'll spend all next week here as my naked plaything! Goody! This almost makes up for missing Vegas." Gina added, with a wistful sidelong glance at her friends, "almost."

"Uh, okay. First thing Monday morning, I'll do it, just like I promised." As embarrassed as I was to be talking about this in front of Angela and Brooklyn, I reasoned it wasn't really news to them at this point. The way Gina was describing our fun, as the evening progressed and the bottles accumulated, the girls had done everything but see it first hand as it was. And I'm sure the wine in my system was helping make the decisions come easier for me, too.

"Gina," Angela interjected, with her index finger poised in the air, "I think you're forgetting something ... it's Friday. And Darvin's been off work since 5."

"So?" I asked. Gina's hand was still closed loosely around the base of my dick, and had been the whole conversation. It wasn't just the tv show's plot I didn't have a hope of following. I was similarly oblivious to the mental game of chess Angela was setting up.

"So, my dear boy, your vacation started hours ago!"

Checkmate

.

"Ha! Maybe I'll get to see your naked-time after-all!" Brooklyn laughed. "You're all forgiven for not telling me sooner!"

My brain froze, for the umpteeth time that night. And like the other times, my dick did anything but freeze. My dick grew to change Gina's loose grip into a tight one. Gina's only tell that anything had changed was a raised left eyebrow and the subtle upturn of the corners of her mouth into the beginnings of a knowing smile. Signs that I could only assume were for my eyes only — that is if I were capable of rational thought at the moment.

"You can relax, sweetie. Nobody else is seeing your cock tonight. The girls still have an early flight in the morning, and it's getting late."

I breathed a sigh of relief, and noticeably relaxed. At least it was noticeable to Gina's hand. I wasn't sure how far I was going to let this go, but we had to be approaching the bounds of my comfort zone ...

right?

Both Brooklyn and Angela very audibly groaned in disappointment. "Yeah, yeah. Okay. G'night then. We'll miss you in Vegas, but have fun with your naked week."

"Thanks guys," Gina said. "I'm going to miss you too. Take plenty of pictures!"

"We will. You too!" Angela joked.

She had to be joking, right?

"Wait," Gina called out, as the girls were about to climb the stairs. "Can you take these up to my room for me, since you're going up?"

"Take what, your hands are empty."

"Babe, be a doll and hand me your clothes."

"What?" Every muscle in my body stiffened up again.

Every

muscle.

"Angela was right. Your vacation started hours ago and you're still wearing clothes?? Or does a promise not mean anything to you? What kind of boyfriend do you want to be? What kind of

man

do you want to be?" Gina was laying it on really thick, for her friends' benefit. Even in my drunken horny state, I could tell that —

Who says community theatre is useless?

But also because of my drunken horny state, I didn't care. Even still, Gina gave me the extra encouragement I needed. "And besides, they really won't see anything under that blanket. A promise is a promise. Now, let's have you completely bare-assed balls out naked from now until your vacation's all the way over. Let's not make the girls wait, now."

I don't really know if it was the alcohol or the fact blood was being diverted from my big head to my little head, but despite my better instincts I complied. Gina released her grip on my dick — I released a little moan — then I wriggled out of my pants while her two roommates looked on with shocked grins. They couldn't see anything except the tent that I could no longer rationalize looked like anything other than what it really was.

"Shirt too, mister. No sense dressing like Donald Duck."

The shirt was oddly even more embarrassing. There they were treated to glimpses of the top half of my chest and shoulders. It'd be completely innocent if I was still wearing pants, but it felt so much more intimate and exhibitionist knowing I was completely naked, half hidden by the thick grey wool of the blanket. Of course the down side was it was scratchy. And it was scratching against the tenderest part of me. I almost came hands free right then and there.

"Just toss those in my laundry basket, thanks."

"No prob. Have a fun week you two."

***

The next morning Angela and Brooklyn were already long gone by the time I woke up. Gina was lying in bed next to me, also having just woken up. She stared into my eyes for a few comfortable seconds before lifting the covers quickly for the express purpose of looking down at my dick. She stared at my dick for a few more comfortable seconds, watching it grow into a full erection, before tearing her gaze away and back into my eyes, sharing "You are awesome!"

"You draw it out of me. You're awesome." I replied.

We went downstairs together and had a bacon'n'egger breakfast, sitting at the magnifying glass kitchen table. Gina was dressed in her favorite comfy warm flannel PJs, and I was dressed in my new attire: absolutely nothing.

I'd been naked in Gina's house before, and even in the kitchen naked before, but this time felt different. This time I was honor-bound to stay naked. It felt weird — not hard-on inducing weird — although I did happen to have a hard-on, I assumed that was more 'as well as' not 'because of' — just slight butterflies in the stomach weird. Like anything could happen.

The doorbell rang.

Who was that? Who could it be?

I panicked, my clothes were too far away to put on — surely I could get dressed guilt-free if strangers intruded on our week...

Gina said "You stay here in the kitchen, out of the way. I'll find out who it is and call you when it's safe to come out." Gina headed right to the living room without another word.

For a couple minutes, I could hear muffled voices — it sounded like two people — but I couldn't make out who they were or what they wanted.

A couple minutes after that I heard the muffled voices stop and the front door slam closed. Gina called out "It's ok, you can come out now. It was just Brook and Ang. They forgot their keys."

The adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I was shaking as I walked naked back towards the living room, the close call leaving me with a healthy erection. "Oh no, I hope they'll still make it back to the airport in time. When's their flight leave —"

I froze as soon as I entered the living room. Gina and Angela were standing there, staring at me — Angela having just taken off her coat. Then Brooklyn opened the door and entered carrying both their suitcases.

"That's the worst part. We got bumped off the flight entirely. We won't be able catch another flight until Monday."

My brain refused to process the fact I was standing stark fucking naked in front of three fully dressed women, two of whom had never seen me naked before. Unfortunately, my brain refused to process anything else either, so I just stood there jaw agape, privates made public and bobbing in time with my heartbeat for what felt like hours.