The following story takes place in the 1980's. Before all public spaces had cctv cameras and everyone had a cell phone with a camera. A time when people could explore their exhibitionist side without worrying about leaving a legacy of pictures on the internet. All persons exhibiting and viewing nudity are 18+
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"Stop fidgeting," Mark said "you have to look natural!"
"Sorry..." was the only thing Kathy could think to say. Her heart was beating a mile a minute and the palms of her hands were starting to sweat. She kept rubbing them on her jean shorts then rubbing them together... causing them to sweat even more.
"Tonight... don't go too far OK? I'm really nervous and if you push too far I might not be able to keep composed alright?" she said, her voice wavering slightly and her mouth too dry for comfort.
"OK, don't worry - we'll play it by ear and see if you're having fun but remember to keep playing along no matter what I..." and mark was interrupted by the doorbell.
For a second, neither one of them moved or said a word, they just stared at the front door.
"Go answer it!" Kathy finally blurted out. The suspense was killing her. She didn't know who her boyfriend had invited over tonight and it took everything she had to stay seated on the couch and not run back upstairs.
When Mark opened the door and let two guys and a girl in, she breathed a small sigh of relief to herself because she didn't know any of them.
"Hey Kathy, here are the friends I told you about earlier" Mark lied as he led the strangers into her house. "This is John, Kenny and Mary. They all work with me down at the bar on weekends. John's a bouncer and Kenny and Mary tend bar. Thanks for letting us all come over to watch the game."
"Hi, nice to meet you all" Kathy said. Simultaneously wondering what game he was talking about and wanting to scream out loud and run out of the room. Somehow she kept her composure and acted normal. "Can I get everyone a beer?"
"Sure" was the unanimous response so Kathy stood up and headed off to the kitchen, leaving Mark alone with the guests as planned.
From the kitchen, she carefully listened as she got the beers and opened them.
"Dude, I thought she was gonna be naked?"
"Hold your horses... it's more fun this way! Just remember, no touching, no pictures and you CAN'T let on that anything is going on or she might realize what's happening and that'll break the spell. That means no commenting on her body, no weird suggestions etc. Anything I say to her she will do and she will believe anything I say. It will seem completely normal to her... but if you say stuff to her she might react like she normally would and probably freak out OK?"
"Got it..." they all chimed in unison.
Having heard enough, Kathy walked back into the room with an armful of open beer bottles and passed them around. She handed Mark a glass for his, as they had prearranged and asked if anyone else wanted one. Everyone said no so she took her place back on the couch.
They turned the TV on and everyone settled in to watch the game. For almost fifteen minutes nothing happened... it was like Mark was torturing her and making her wait. She kept glancing at him and everyone else in the room. The anticipation was killing her... but she also noticed that Mary was also checking her out as much as the guys, looking her up and down... could she actually be as interested as the boys? The thought almost made Kathy moan out loud.
A quick burst of action in the game... a breakaway... and a goal! Everyone jumps up to cheer and Mark 'accidentally' spills some beer on Kathy's shirt.
"Ahhh! That's cold!" Kathy blurted as she jumped up. She was genuinely surprised and since she had no idea what he had planned she played the part perfectly.
"Oh, I'm so sorry honey! Stay here and I'll go upstairs and grab you a towel and a new shirt, just a sec"