Sunday afternoon
When Roxy locked me out of our duplex, I started to panic. I was stark naked and trapped in the back yard with the three guys who had just finished viewing, touching, and exploring my most private body parts to their hearts' content for the past three hours. I really couldn't think straight. All I knew was that I was sweaty and thirsty, my mouth and lips were coated with cum, and after the most intense orgasm of my life, my pussy was still tingling and begging for more.
DJ and Steve invited me inside their duplex to clean up and cool off. Did I have a choice?
I followed them inside and found the bathroom. After I peed and washed my face, I noticed a relatively clean-looking towel on the rack and tried to wrap it around my formerly private parts. I'm pretty tall, so when I tucked the top over my boobs, my pussy lips peeked out. If I covered my labia, my nipples popped out. Oh, well, I thought. Nothing they haven't been staring at and playing with for the past 24 hours. Again--what choice did I have?
I fixed the towel as best I could, turned the doorknob, and took a deep breath. Crap. My boobs popped out and the towel fell off. Tucking myself back together, I DIDN'T take a deep breath, and opened the door. I found a seat on their sofa, held onto my towel, and tried to collect my wits. At least DJ brought me a beer; Steve and Joe just sat across from me and stared at my tits and crotch.
What could I do? I smiled sweetly, picked up the beer, and tried to quench my thirst. The towel wouldn't stay together on the side so I had to hold it in place with one hand to get even a semblance of coverage.
The guys sprawled in their chairs and drank their beers. They didn't say anything and kept sneaking peeks at my crotch.
Finally I said, "Do y'all want the towel back or what?"
"Sure, we'll take it back if you're done with it." Joe said. "Doesn't really cover much anyway, huh?"
I was trying to think of some snappy comeback when I realized something. Part of me was really irritated with all the peeking and staring, but part of me--my tingly middle part—was actually turned by the idea of giving up the towel! I had to admit--it was fun being naked in front of three cute guys. Two of whom were sometimes actually nice.
I was debating whether I really should hand them back their damn towel when we heard a lot of loud bumps and thumps on the other side of the wall. "Guys," I said. "I'm worried Roxy's doing something to my stuff. Could y'all do something?"
Joe went into the kitchen. We could hear him speaking softly on the phone. Eventually he came back.
"She's really pissed--she wants your stuff out of the duplex NOW."
"But--but--how can I get my things? Where will I stay?"
"Just stay here tonight," Joe said. "For now, we need to get your stuff out of there." The other two nodded their heads. "You'd better stay here, though."
They went next door with a bunch of big plastic bags and hauled back my clothes and as many other things as they could carry. I helped myself to another beer and watched.
"We have to go back next weekend and get your furniture, but for now you're OK," Joe said when they came back. They piled all the bags in Joe's room, which had the most space because it appeared to be completely devoid of books, papers, or anything else having to do with going to class. "It's OK--I'm a business major," he said when he noticed the look on my face.
Steve handed out more beers and sat around the coffee table. I sat on the couch with Steve and DJ, and Joe sat in a big recliner. He pulled a joint out from someplace in the armrest and we passed it around. I don't smoke weed very often, but this had been such a bizarre roller-coaster of a day that I told myself I deserved it. Between the beer and the grass, my mouth gradually went into high gear. "Guys, I really appreciate your getting my stuff. I know it's a mess and I promise I'll start looking for a new place as soon as I can and I'll just sleep here tonight and--"
"Susie," Joe interrupted, "it's OK. We talked about it and you can stay with us."
"You guys are the greatest. Thanks so much, but I can't afford two rent payments, I have to figure out how to get out of the lease with Roxy, and then I'll--"
"It's really OK, Susie." He got the strangest grin, which I figured meant the weed was kicking in with him, too. "And we won't make you pay rent--"
"Joe, that's a wonderful offer and I'll only--"
"--As long as you stay naked!"
On cue, all three hooted and high-fived each other before I could even think.
"What did you say?"
"We talked about it, and that's our offer. It's not like we haven't already seen your pussy or anything."
Tact--Joe's special talent. He did have a point about my pussy, but I got pretty pissed off when I realized that my predicament--homeless and functionally naked--was nothing but a big joke to them. Good for a few college-boy laughs. The more I watched them carry on, the more pissed off I got.
"Well--what do you think of our offer?"
What did he think I thought? I was furious, and I just stared back at him. All these emotions welled up inside of me, thanks to the pot. Nearly naked, dog-tired, slightly buzzed on beer and weed. But most of all: furious.
"Sure. I can do that."
"What?"
"You heard me."
"You'll stay naked?"
"In exchange for no rent? Sounds like a deal to me." I knew this wasn't really a good idea, but I sure as hell wasn't going to back down.
"OK," Joe said, holding out his hand. "We'd like our towel back, please."
What a jerk. I ripped the towel off myself and threw it at him. I sat back, crossed my legs, and pointed at my boobs. "Satisfied?"
"Not yet. How do we know you won't, um, just 'forget' about our agreement in a day or two?"
"OK, you're up to something, Joe. What do you have up your sleeve? I obviously don't have anything up mine."
"We need some kind of enforcement clause--a penalty system or something."
"Let's get one thing straight. No sex, got it? But beyond that, I can damn well handle anything you come up with."
"Is that right? Try this. First time you cover up in any way you just get a warning. But if it happens again that day, then you--you--"
DJ chimed in. "Clean a room or something?"
"Screw that. Second warning, you have to show us your pussy." Joe said.
Aw--what the hell. They'd been staring at it all weekend anyway. I took a drag off the joint and finished my beer. "OK, I can handle that--"
"--Your whole pussy. Long enough for all three of us to get as close a look as we want."
"Whatever," I sighed. "So what do you mean by 'cover up,' Joe? What if I absent-mindedly put my hands in front of my boobs?"
"Violation. And you can't put them in front of your pussy, either."
