My Exhibitionist Journey

Two is better than one, stronger than the sum of our individual parts, an unbreakable bond. These sayings never used to mean much to me. Until that is I met SJ.

Where to start? Well let's begin with a little bit about me. I'm Kelly. I'm 22 and after finishing college I did what many recently graduated students do. I panicked!

What was I going to do now? I had a business degree but no real ambition to get into business or anything else in particular if I'm honest. Living back home with my parents after, barring visits, three years away was hard. I missed the independence, the ability to come and go without anyone asking what I'd be doing or when I'd be back.

I knew they meant well but it was all too stifling and I needed to get out. So I applied for just about every job available in the area and, after a few failed interviews, I landed a position as office assistant at a company making furniture.

Not the most glamorous field I admit but it paid well enough for me to get out from under my parent's roof although I couldn't afford a place on my own and ended up looking for house shares.

Trouble was that wasn't as easy as I hoped. At university it'd been easy to find people to share with. But in my hometown it was a lot more difficult.

I searched online and in the local newspaper and had several viewings at places but nothing felt right. In fact some just felt plain wrong but I won't go into that!

Anyway I was getting despondent by the time I walked up the small path leading to SJ's house. Standing outside the front door, little did I know not only was I literally on the doorstep of my new home but I was also about to meet the woman who would change my life and ignite a passion I never knew I had.

Rather half-heartedly I knocked on the door expecting to be greeted by another weirdo or to walk into a house filled with dozens of cats or even worse still it'd be piled up with garbage.

'Here we go again,' I said to myself as I heard footsteps approaching from inside.

'Hi there,' said the woman who opened the door, 'you must be Kelly. I'm Sarah-Jayne but everyone calls me SJ so I guess you can too since we'll be living together. Come on in.'

Taken aback by the enthusiastic welcome and the assumption that I'd be moving in, I mumbled 'Thanks. Hi errr yes I'm Kelly. Nice to meet you.'

SJ smiled broadly and grabbed me by the hand almost yanking me through the doorway. The house seemed clean from first look and no sign of any cats or their waste products.

'So are you from around here or moving to the area?' said SJ still holding my hand and pulling me along the hallway, 'I've been here a couple of weeks but it's boring on my own so I'm so excited to have a housemate.'

Not waiting for me to reply she led me into the kitchen where she finally released her grip on my hand in order to fling open several cupboards to demonstrate the storage space.

'Great kitchen eh?' she asked 'landlord had it fitted a month ago apparently. The whole place has been refurbed. You'll love it here. I do.'

'Yeah seems nice,' I replied at last getting a word in as SJ paused for breath.

'Sorry if I'm a bit full on,' she said perhaps picking up on my slightly dazed demeanour, 'I'm a real chatterbox especially when I'm excited.'

I gave a small chuckle and said: 'It's ok. At least you're not a sweaty old guy staring at my ass like at the last house I visited.'

SJ giggled. 'Nope I'm not a sweaty old guy but if your ass is worth checking out then maybe you should lead us up the stairs so I can get a look?' she said with a mischievous grin.

Normally that sort of comment would have led me to quickly rush round the house, make my excuses and leave as fast as possible. But for some reason I didn't mind it coming from her. She was so endearing and there was just something about her.

Anyway we toured the rest of the house which was all as clean and fresh as the kitchen. The bedroom I'd be having if I moved in was bigger than the one I had at my parent's home and it even had a small ensuite bathroom.

SJ continued to chatter along happily as she took me from room to room and I was feeling good about the place.

'Final stop. My room!' she said.

'Oh you don't need to show me your private space,' I answered, 'I won't need to see that but thanks,'

'No problem,' she said, 'maybe you'll want to visit me or...who knows? Come take a look.'

I shrugged and nodded not really sure what she meant by who knows but I figured I'd be polite and go in since she insisted.

The room was smaller than the one I'd be taking but it had a king-size bed cluttered with clothes. Posters of various female singers and actresses adorned the walls and SJ obviously liked teddy bears as she had a row of them lined up on her dresser.

'Nice,' I said.

'Apologies for the mess,' she said, 'I was out late last night and didn't get chance to tidy up. But I'm not a messy girl so don't worry about the house becoming a pigsty.'

I laughed. 'No worries,' I said 'it's your room so it's none of my business how it is.'

For the first time since she'd greeted me at the front door like a happy bouncing bunny, SJ looked slightly sad.

'Really I'm not normally so untidy,' she said, 'I hope I haven't put you off moving in?'

Strangely having only met this girl 20 minutes ago I felt a desperate need to not see her upset. 'No, no, not at all,' I said, 'I'm gonna speak to the landlord tonight and sort out the paperwork. It's a great house and I'm sure we'll get along.'

SJ's infectious smile was back and she almost leapt towards me and grabbed me in a huge hug. 'Oh that's fantastic,' she said 'we're going to have so much fun!'

When she let go of me we headed back downstairs and, after saying our goodbyes, I left. As I headed back along the pathway from the house I reflected on what a nice place it was but more I thought about SJ. She was a tad odd but in a good way and, I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something about the way she made me feel.

I resolved to do as I said and contact the landlord. He was easy going and well organised. We got the paperwork done and four days later I was sitting in my new bedroom.

The first few days at my new home were spent unpacking, familiarising myself with where everything was and a healthy dose of chatter from SJ.

It was Saturday so I was off work and with no particular plans I stayed in bed late. There was a knock on my door and before I could say anything in came SJ carrying a tray with a bowl of cereal, some melon slices and a cup of hot coffee on it.

'Breakfast in bed!' she said with a grin before plonking the tray down beside me.

'Oh wow. Thanks,' I replied, 'you didn't need to. I mean thanks an all but...'

SJ cut me off mid-sentence. 'No problem,' she said, 'budge across and make room.'

With that she motioned for me to shuffle over and then jumped into the bed next to me giving me a playful nudge as she landed.

'So do you wanna go out tonight?' she asked.

As had become a habit it seemed I was a little stunned by the actions of this girl who I'd only met a week or so ago but was now sitting in my bed having made me breakfast.

But, also once again, while I'd normally be perturbed by my personal space being invaded in such a way, with her I didn't mind. In fact I actually kind of liked it.

'Sure. Ok. Where we going?' I asked.

SJ turned to face me as I munched on a melon slice. Her eyes were twinkling and she seemed even more excited than normal.

'I have this hobby I guess you'd call it,' she said, 'and I'd love you to give it a try.'

'I'm intrigued,' I replied.

SJ giggled. 'Do you know what an exhibitionist is?' she enquired.

'Someone who goes to conventions?' I asked, 'I'm not really into costumes and that kinda stuff.'

SJ broke into a full on laugh and almost fell out of the bed. 'No. Not conventions and as for costumes. Actually quite the opposite. You won't need any special clothing. In fact you won't need any clothing if you don't want.'

Puzzled and a little shocked I stopped eating and said 'what?'

'Google exhibitionist' she said, 'but please don't judge.'

I picked up my phone from the table beside the bed and did as instructed.

'Woo!' I gasped after the search results popped up.

'I said please don't judge,' replied SJ with that sad look she'd had in her room on the day I'd looked round.

'No. Sorry. I'm not judging. I'm just surprised that's all,' I said as I again felt the urge to get happy bunny SJ back.

She smiled sheepishly but then couldn't contain her enthusiasm and pulled me into one of her massive hugs.

'Oh great,' she said, 'then we're on. You'll give it a go. I knew you would. You're so gorgeous I know you'll get a lot of attention. This will be the best night,'

'Hold on!' I exclaimed, 'I said I wouldn't judge. I didn't say I'd do it.'

SJ looked sad again and that made me feel bad so, despite my reservations, I said: 'Ok. How about we go out and I watch you. Then if I like it I'll give it a go. No promises though right?'

Smile returned, SJ pulled me back into an embrace and said 'Right! Thanks Kelly.'

We sat in my bed and chatted while I finished breakfast then SJ left to take a shower. I have to confess my head was spinning. 'What had I agreed to?' I said to myself feeling nervous, 'It was ok. I was just going to watch her do her thing. It might be fun. No it would be fun. I considered myself straight but SJ was a good looking girl and she obviously knew what she was doing. It'd be alright I'm sure.'

I spent the next few hours researching exhibitionism and truth be told it did excite me more than a little. I was still planning on just observing SJ show herself to strangers but I was feeling more comfortable with the whole concept and by the time the evening came around I had an unfamiliar but very pleasant flutter of anticipation in my stomach.

It was 8pm and SJ, who had been unusually absent from my company throughout the day, was sitting on the couch waiting for me when I came downstairs.

'How do I look?' I asked as I gave her a little twirl showing off my outfit which consisted of a pink sweater, jeans and a pair of sneakers.

'Perfect if we were going to the mall but not really ideal for tonight,' SJ responded.

'I didn't have a clue what to wear so...' I said. It was true. This was entirely new to me. I didn't even know what the venue would be or how we'd get there.

'Not a problem,' said SJ springing to her feet, 'we're pretty much the same size so let's go pick something from my wardrobe.'

With that she grabbed my hand and we headed upstairs to her room. This time it was much tidier. SJ, who was wearing a short black dress with obviously no bra underneath and a pair of five inch heels, flung open her wardrobe doors.

'Hmmmm,' she said standing there deep in thought and tapping her finger on her lips, 'this is good.'

She pulled out a bright red skirt followed by a matching sleeveless blouse that buttoned at the front.

Taking the clothes from her I said: 'I'm not sure. I don't usually wear such eye-catching stuff and this shirt is pretty thin. My bra will show through.'

SJ giggled. 'Exactly!' she said, 'Hey if you're worried about people seeing your bra don't wear one.'

'Errr no. I think I'm good thanks,' I replied.

'Ok. Your choice. Panties are very much optional too,' she said.

'My option is to wear them,' I answered heading off to my room to change.

SJ was in her spot on the couch when I got back downstairs. She looked up as soon as I walked in the room and from her smile I could tell she approved of my outfit this time.

'Much better!' she said.

I still wasn't sure. I'd been correct and my bra was clearly visible under the flimsy blouse and what is more the skirt was beautiful but finished well above my knee so I'd have to be careful how I moved to avoid showing my panties.

The excited flutter in my stomach increased with that thought although I still told myself I was just going to observe.

SJ stood up and we headed outside where she had a cab waiting. The driver was scrolling on his phone but when he saw us walking down the pathway he hurried out of the car to open the door for us.

'Evening ladies,' he said.

I was sure he didn't normally open the door for his customers but I appreciated the touch and I enjoyed his clear admiration for us. I got in the cab making sure to prevent my skirt from riding up any further than was absolutely unavoidable.

SJ got in behind me and made a point of swinging her legs in such a way that the driver must have got a good look right up her dress.

'That guy will have seen your panties,' I said in a whisper as we set off to our destination which I still had no idea what it was.

'No he won't,' replied my housemate with a naughty grin, 'I'm not wearing any.'

'Shit SJ,' I said 'well he'd have seen your...' I stopped, instantly remembering that was the whole point of the evening. The exhibitionism had started and my stomach flutters and raised heartbeat suggested I liked it.

A short journey later we arrived at a bar. I must have seen it before but I wasn't much of a drinker or a bar person so I'd never been there.

SJ paid the cab driver who very kindly opened the door again for us to get out. My friend gave him another flash up her dress as she alighted. I carefully clambered out keeping my modesty in check!

SJ linked her arm in mine and we headed into the bar. It was quite dark and packed with people. Loud music was playing and it was clear from some of the conversations I overheard as we made our way through that some of the patrons were already taking an interest in the two, scantily dressed women who had just entered.

Without asking me what I wanted to drink, SJ ordered us two shots of vodka and some sort of cocktail I'd never heard of.

'Take it easy,' I said, 'I don't drink very often.'

'Perfect,' said SJ, 'now let's see. Where's a good place?'

'A good place for what?' I asked.

SJ didn't answer. She continued surveying the room. Our drinks arrived and SJ insisted we down the shots in one. Not wanting to seem like a wet blanket I agreed. The vodka stung my throat as I swallowed it but I took a quick sip of the cocktail which tasted sweet and soothed the burning sensation.

'Ah there we are,' said SJ, 'That table over there.'

She set off walking and I followed like a puppy following its master. We sat down at the table next to the small dance floor that I'd not noticed at first when we came in.

'Now what?' I asked already beginning to feel the effects of the vodka (I know and yes I am a lightweight when it comes to alcohol).

'We wait,' she replied.

'Wait for what?' I queried.

'For them,' SJ said gesturing towards a group of men sitting at a table a few feet away.

One of the men looked over and SJ gave him a flirtatious wave. He looked around as if to see if there was someone else she was acknowledging but then he waved back.

'We have a catch,' she said to me in a hushed tone.

I was still confused as to what was going on but she clearly knew what she was doing and had probably done it before. Maybe it was the vodka and whatever was in my cocktail but I resolved to just go along with things for now but I WAS NOT going to be taking any clothes off.

Five minutes later the men from the table got up and headed towards us. There were 4 of them, all aged in their late 30s or early 40s.

'Hi. I'm Luke,' said the man who SJ had waved out. He introduced his friends and SJ told him our names then invited them to join us at our table.

Of course they gladly accepted the invitation and the group of us exchanged small talk and a few jokes for about 30 minutes. The men bought another round of drinks including more cocktails for us even though I'd not got halfway through my first one.

SJ polished off her second cocktail almost as soon as it arrived then said 'want to play a game of pool? Girls against boys.'

I was about to say I'd never played pool but before I could one of the men, I think his name was Ken, agreed to the challenge.

'It seems we're playing pool,' I said to SJ as we hopped off our seats and headed over to the table, 'I hope you're good because I have no clue.'

'Good,' she said, 'We'll lose quickly then the fun will really start.'

'You can break,' said Luke handing me a pool cue.

I'd seen people play before but seeing and doing proved to be very different things. I hit the white ball ok but it missed all the others and was apparently deemed a foul shot.

Luke took the cue and within a few minutes we'd lost without me even getting another shot.

'How about another game?' said SJ 'but this time let's make it more interesting,'

'What do you have in mind?' said one of the men, 'we won pretty easily so you want to mix up the teams or are you and your friend hustling us and next game we make a bet and you suddenly play like pros?'

SJ laughed. 'No hustling and no we'll keep the same teams. How about we win you buy us drinks for the rest of the night?'

'We'd probably do that anyway,' said one of the men whose name I don't recall, 'what if we win?'

'I'll get naked right over there,' said SJ pointing to the dance floor.

The men seemed shocked at this proposal. 'You sure?' said Luke.

'What about you?' said Ken looking at me.

'Not this time boys,' said SJ to my relief, 'aren't I good enough. Don't you want to see me naked?'

'Nooooo you're more than good enough,' said Luke clearly keen to not lose the opportunity.

'Then let's play,' said my housemate.

One of the men racked up the balls and broke off potting one straight away. I looked at SJ. She was bouncing up and down with such excitement that I wondered if her dress would just fly off and the guys wouldn't even need to win the game to see what was underneath.

The man who broke off missed with his next shot then of course I did the same. Ken missed too and then SJ took the cue stick.

She bent over the pool table and her dress rode up so far that the lower part of her butt cheeks could be seen. The men were transfixed but let out a groan when she potted the ball.

'See she's hustling us!' said Luke with a hint of irritation.

SJ just laughed and proceeded to pot a second ball. I was starting to think Luke was right when a third ball was sunk but then SJ missed.

'Almost forgot we were meant to lose,' she whispered to me, 'I'm too competitive for my own good sometimes,'

There was a cheer from the men and I looked across to see Luke had cleared the table. The men had won and now I was really going to see how much of an exhibitionist my housemate was.

'Fuck,' said SJ pretendimg to be annoyed at losing, 'I guess I'll have to show you what I've got.'

She didn't wait for a response. Instead she confidently headed across to the dance floor motioning for us to follow.

'Take a seat. I'll be right back,' she said making off in the direction of the bar.

'Not running out on us?' said Ken.

'Of course not,' SJ replied lifting her dress up and giving a quick flash of her butt.

She walked over to the barman and said something to him then returned. Suddenly the music that had filled the room stopped and everyone went silent wondering what was going on.

The barman stood on the bar and shouted: 'It seems we have a young lady here who is going to put on a little show for anyone interested. Head over to the dance floor if you wanna see some pretty titties!'

There was a pause then a roar went up in the room. Most of the men and a good number of the women hurried across to the dance floor and gathered around.

Then SJ made her way to the centre of the dance floor and the music struck up again. She walked around the area lifting her dress up teasingly for a short time then returned to the centre.

There were whistles and hollers from many of her attentive audience as she slowly slipped one of the straps of her dress off her shoulder. Louder noise followed as the second strap fell. SJ caught the top of her dress as it began to drop teasing the crowd some more then all of a sudden pulled her hands away and the material bunched at her waist revealing her breasts.