I created this second story for the Nude Day 2023 contest as a challenge to myself. I wanted to put more of Celina and AJ into that story, but it hit 40k words, so they needed their own. My challenge was getting a nearly 30k-word story done before the deadline, about a week after finishing the other. I wouldn't have made it if it were not for an extra day off because of the holiday. A few notes:
1. I did not have enough time to do my French translation, so I apologize to any French speakers. My French had apparently atrophied more than I thought. That section is not long, and the English words for the conversations are in parentheses after the quotations.
2. Like many of my stories, getting to any action other than nudity takes a while.
3. My Nude Day stories occur in a fictional Colorado where Nude Day is officially celebrated.
4. The two main characters in this story are straight, but AJ's best friend is a lesbian, and Celina's bestie is bisexual, so there will be some lesbian themes and kissing. All the real action is in its own tale, but if that much offends you, maybe look elsewhere for a story.
Celina -- Nude Day morning
Sunlight managed to hit Celina's eyes just the right way; it had to bounce off both her phone and smartwatch after finding its way through a pencil-sized crack in the curtains. She sat up and stretched, giving up on getting back to sleep. Cel was amazed at how quickly she nodded off when she got up here. Being around her best friend, Grace, made it feel like home.
Her parents were nomads for most of her childhood, her dad was a French-Canadian travel writer, and her mother was a novelist. Her mom's head was in the futuristic eternally with an interesting perspective as she had grown up in rural Paraguay during her summers and in Washington state during the school year. It wasn't until they stayed in Colorado through her time in high school that she found a true best friend. Grace was in volleyball, basketball, and track with Celina. Her nerdy parents didn't wholly understand sports, but they supported her. Perhaps it was her and Rae's dose of teenage rebellion, but they gave up organized sports as soon as college came along. Yoga and running were their replacements.
Celina and Grace's skills weren't potent, but they were tall enough to start in basketball and volleyball for three years in high school. They went to the same university and roomed together until the final semester of their junior year. That was when Cel dropped out of college to pursue a culinary career. Her father and mother had collected recipes as they meandered through the country and beyond. The kitchen was family bonding time, and she was good at it.
A lucky break got her noticed by a fine dining establishment. Two years ago, she left the restaurant that had given her a chance to take an opportunity with a celebrity chef as his sous chef. A grueling pair of years had sharpened her skills considerably but at the cost of seventy-hour weeks and a scarcity of days off. That was nice after she caught her boyfriend in the shower with another woman. Cel discovered why he didn't mind her leaving the restaurant they worked at together, as it gave him more time to pursue side pieces. Once she made that discovery, she learned that the woman was far from the first. Her work schedule didn't give her much time to think about what had happened. On the minus side, processing the breakup took her too long.
After a year, the extra hours were a burden, not a blessing. Celina knew she had to put in the hours and pay her dues to move up in the highly competitive culinary environment. It was starting to wear on her. Still, she would put on a brave face and endure; she had already wasted a ton of her parents' money going to school that didn't stick. Success was the only way after she had given up so much.
Celina stretched and glanced over at the mirror. She loved the way her chest looked since she had gotten it enhanced just before she was discovered by the celebrity chef. Not only had her natural pair been on the small size, but they had also been tragically saggy. She had been so embarrassed by them that Cel rarely showered in the locker room before it had cleared out. Grace didn't have the same issue but stayed with Celina to support her.
Sleeping nude finally felt right after she healed from the augmentation. Before then, she would wear an oversized t-shirt to bed without panties. She liked to let her kitty breathe a little at night. At the beginning of the summer, she had gotten waxed for the first time. She didn't want to worry about keeping her bikini lines clean, and that seemed to be the lowest effort way to accomplish it. Grace had tried to talk her into it several times before. Celina had dreaded what it would feel like, but it wasn't as painful as she had feared. She had even gotten it touched up a couple weeks ago.
Stepping into a pair of pink cotton panties, Celina grabbed her silky Tahitian green robe and tied it around her before leaving the guest room. She wasn't about to gallivant around the house naked, even if Grace wouldn't have minded at all. Since Cel had discovered Grace working on homework naked in their dorm room during their freshman year at college, her best friend rarely wore clothes at home.
If I looked as good in my birthday suit as she does, I might want to flaunt it all the time.
Celina thought but knew that wasn't why her friend liked to be nude.
Grace's bedroom door was open as Celina advanced down the hall. "Grace? Are you up?" Cel called down the hall as she moved toward the kitchen.
Rae's car keys weren't hanging from a lanyard by the door, so she was likely off jogging or running errands. Celina searched the kitchen but only found an empty bag of coffee beans. She gave a disappointed grunt before flopping on the recliner in the front room. It took a minute to figure out which remote in the stack on the nearby table worked the television. Getting the sound to work right was even more fiddly.
Ten a.m. was an early morning for Celina, when her night cooking didn't end until midnight, and taking a few hours to wind down, she usually slept until noon. If it was by her choice, on too many days, she had to be back at the restaurant on far too little sleep. The news was covering a giant parade and concert that was taking place in Denver. Today was the state's first Nude Day. It was a trial run; judging by the crowd, it would likely continue. Written into the law, the test gave the legislature a way out if there were massive issues or protests. There was only a tiny clump of protestors yelling and shouting as a cluster of naked revelers danced in the street in an impromptu pre-event to the parade. The news had to be on some kind of delay with all the blurring that they were doing.
Could I do that?
Celina questioned. She had gotten a boost of confidence since her surgery, but body issues still gnawed in her brain. She wished to be more like her best friend, who seemed more confident in the nude than when clothed.
As if summoned by thought, the front door's hinge squeaked as Grace entered the house with a pair of large coffees, a pink purse on her shoulder, and running shoes in a color somewhere between pink and orange. The pale woman wasn't wearing anything else.
Grace had the type of effortless beauty that most girls envied. Her wavy red hair always attracted attention wherever she went; it had the perfect amount of bounce and body without getting frizzy. Her cute nose was dusted with an outstanding amount of freckles. Neither one more nor one less would make her as beautiful. High cheekbones had just enough red color to look like natural blush. Her straight, gleaming smile had come from braces, but her emerald eyes hadn't needed any correction from glasses. Her bestie had subtly done her makeup this morning; anything more extensive would ruin an impressive natural canvas. Her cute, pink lip gloss was brighter than she typically used.
Like Celina, Grace was very tall for a woman. Her best friend had all of a half inch on her at a little over six foot in height. Their height during their freshman year in high school was how the two met. Their school liked to grab a photo of the incoming freshmen class and had everyone arranged by height in the gym so they could be assured that no one was accidentally hidden. Cel and Grace had to stand together in the back row. They were the only two girls in the entire line. Rae didn't seem to be shy about talking to the new girl. The photo took twenty minutes to capture, but by then, the girls were well on their way to being best friends.
Celina's bestie was in far better shape than in high school or college. Long, lean legs led to a tight but prodigious ass. Celina knew her butt was better, but it was a close competition. Grace's stomach was flat. Her abs weren't showing, but her core stood out. Her breasts weren't fair, large, round, somehow still perky. Tiny light pink nipples capped the jealousy-inducing peaks. Freckles dappled her slim shoulders in a manner like her face, the perfect amount.
Grace's mound was neatly waxed and had been since college. Even if it took forever for her pale skin to tan, the faintest hint of tan lines showed that Rae preferred a tiny string bikini. Her pussy was barely visible, even in her nonchalant stance. Just the touch of a line parted the smooth skin with nary a peek of her clitoral hood.
