I Envy Your Nudity

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“I envy you,” she said, “It’s wonderful to be nude in the rain.”

I could have strangled her: if it’s that great then why didn’t you just do it and leave me as I was?

We arrived in the main square. There were a handful of people, apparently tourists, and all holding umbrellas. The rain was too heavy to be outside without one. Some of them looked in our direction and pointed and muttered to each other. I folded my arms across my chest and tried to huddle in on myself.

“Are you cold?” Mia asked me.

“No,” I said, “I just don’t want to be here.”

But that didn’t seem to matter to Mia. Maybe I should have claimed to feel the chill and hope for some sympathy, but it still felt very warm despite the rain.

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Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Naked

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I put my hand to the top button of her jeans. “One button.” Pop. “Two buttons.” Pop. “Three buttons.” Pop. I unfolded the flap of denim revealing the plain, white knickers beneath.

“I’m so going to get you for this,” she said to me, but her eyes were sparkling.

“Er, excuse me,” I said, “Which one of us is naked here?”

“Yeah,” she said, “But you like it.”

“Oh, right, you deserve this,” I said, and I pulled at the top of her jeans and shuffled backwards down her legs at the same time. She squirmed even more, although that made it easier to get the jeans out from beneath her. I pulled them down as far as her knees and then shifted my position to sit across her thighs again.

I hadn’t realised quite how slim she was when she was wearing these unflattering jeans, but her thighs were so toned that I decided I was going to have to convince her to wear shorts and skirts a whole lot more after this. Assuming we were still friends after tonight, of course.

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Sticking To The Naked Plan

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A few minutes later I walked back to my desk and sat with my eyes on the door to the small meeting room. My clothes were in there; I could go in, get dressed, and then it would just be something else to laugh off for a week or so. It would be a story that would be told to all the new recruits in future about how they tricked me into walking naked around the office for an hour.

But that would mean playing to their script, wouldn’t it? And I’d already left that behind when I hadn’t shrivelled into the corner at the start of the day. And besides, now I was here, it was fun, and there was more fun to be had.

So, I resolved to make it through the morning without getting my clothes back, or at least to take it an hour at a time. I was determined that I could make this whole thing work in my favour, as long as I was the one who chose how and when it ended.

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