CFNF

You’ll Get Used To It

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“How come,” I continued, “How come you’re naked?” I didn’t want to offend her by making it sound like it was a bad thing. “I mean, the tattoos are really great, and you look great…” She smiled kindly, but was still going to let me keep digging myself into this hole. “You lost a bet or something?… Or you turned into the Hulk and your clothes didn’t fit and then you turned back?…” I tailed off and Natasha laughed.

“Oh, no,” she said, “I live here. With Georgia.” She tipped her head in the direction of our party host who I’d been introduced to, and then summarily bored witless earlier.

“Oh,” I said, and was about to add “I see…” but then realised that it didn’t explain anything at all.

“No,” Natasha said, “I just… prefer it this way. I used to hang about in the house naked when I was by myself, and then Georgia would come home and find me like it and at first she thought it was weird, and then she got used to it, and then I’d completely forget about it and answer the door to some friends without putting anything on first, and then they’d get used to it too, and now I’m pretty much naked all the time, unless there are a lot of strangers around.”

Read the rest of Dressed in Tattoos, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

An Unusual Feeling

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“Now,” she said, “How does that feel.”

Her eyes were sparkling and I felt as if she had admitted me into some kind of inner circle. I wasn’t used to being so… accepted and it made me feel warm inside, but my skin was tingling at the realisation that I was nude and helpless, for the moment at least.

“Even… odder,” I said, “I feel… I feel so naked.”

Lisa smiled as if that was exactly what she wanted.

“In case you hadn’t noticed,” she said, “You are naked.”

We both laughed and I took another nervous sip from my glass.

“Here,” she said, and with one hand firmly on the small of my back and another more gently touching my stomach she pushed me gently backwards and I let myself sink down onto the sofa.

Lisa sat beside me and picked up her own gin and tonic. She tapped the glass against my own.

“Cheers,” she said with a wink. Her eyes stayed fixed on mine as she sipped.

Read the rest of A Very Grown Up Party, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF

Write What You Know

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“Now imagine,” she said, “Imagine you’re sitting here naked. Just me and you, and everyone else is where they are now. Nobody knows, but you know the waiter is coming back with our coffees in a minute. Hold that fantasy in your mind.”

With that, I saw the waiter approaching from the bar with two espressos. I tried to imagine myself sitting here naked and confident, that we would exchange a glance, that he would look at my body and approve of what he saw, and then he would leave, thinking I was out of his league.

But instead of imagining that, my mind imagined me curling up in the chair with my arms clamped over my chest, and then trying to wrap the table cloth around myself.

The waiter placed our coffees on the table and Elisa thanked him before he left again.

“And?” she said.

“It was… terrifying,” I said, “I would have to hide.” The plotline of my book was going to need a bit of a rethink; sitting confidently in the nude didn’t seem very realistic at all.

Elisa sat back in her chair. “You see?” she said, “I told you that you would not know how it felt. You needed to know that to be able to write about it.”

Read the rest of The Author, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

Off It Comes

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“Thank you, Tricia.” She paused for a second. “Well, as you can see,” she indicated the café behind us with a tilt of her head, “We run a small café, mostly serving hot and cold drinks, pastries and such. As you can imagine, it’s quite a competitive industry, and we had to have some way of standing out from the crowd. Now, it’s a truism in business that “sex sells” so, we thought, as we’re two young women putting everything on the line, we went with the idea of the ‘Naked Women Cafe’.“

“But there was a problem from day one, I believe?”

“Yes indeed, Tricia. Apparently the governors interpretation of state laws meant that we couldn’t actually run around naked all day.”

Cassandra pauses and I laugh obligingly. “Of course not,” I prompt.

“And so we don’t get anyone complaining about being misled, we had to change the name to ‘Naked Women in Shorts Café’.  It’s not quite as catchy, but it works.”

“I understand that you’re appealing the governor’s decision at the moment, but, for now, the title seems to be enough to pull people in anyway.”

“It does, yes,” Cassandra replied, “Sue and I always dress in pretty much the same way.” She looked down at herself and I hoped Jim had enough of her in shot to capture her pair of very short and very torn denim shorts, heeled sandals, and a baggy white t-shirt. It’s not often you see such a gorgeous pair of legs on a business program.

“But that’s not the whole story, is it?” I prompted Cassandra. “There’s one more piece to the puzzle of how you’ve managed to pull in customers from miles around?”

Cassandra smiled again. We had pre-planned how the conversation would flow, but Cassandra was great at improvising the words.

“Indeed, Tricia. We’d had this idea of serving in the nude but, until the appeal comes through, we can’t do that. But we don’t want anyone coming to a café called ‘Naked Women in Shorts’ and being disappointed, so we work dressed like this.”

On cue Cassandra grabs the bottom of her t-shirt and pulls it swiftly and smoothly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra underneath and I stare for a second at her perfect, small breasts. Her long hair falls over her bare shoulders and it occurs to me that if the café business ever fails she could easily turn to modelling. She’s almost impossibly thin and the denim shorts cover so little she’s as close to being naked as she can be, and still be legal. I’m suddenly insanely jealous of the combination of brains, beauty and youth.

Read the rest of Naked Women in Shorts, and 11 other ENF stories, in Naked Women in Shorts

A New Way To See Old Friends

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Judith pulled up her knees and twisted around on her seat. She put an arm around the back of Christina’s neck and rested her fingers lightly on her bare shoulder. Christina shuddered as she touched her, and then again as their legs brushed against each other, the sensation of sheer tights rubbing against sensitive, naked skin.

“Although if anyone picked Christina up, they’d have brains and beauty, isn’t that right?” Judith said.

Christina was barely able to control herself, let alone respond in any coherent way. She sat stock still, her breathing deep and her heart racing.

“Absolutely,” Elaine agreed, “But I still think it’s a shame that you’re not turned on by other women.”

The four girls around Christina laughed: they laughed because it was pretty clear that Christina was very turned on right now. But she was too busy focussing on controlling her arousal to hear what was being said.

“What was it you said your boyfriend did after he’d stripped you naked, Christina?” Judith asked her, not expecting a reply, “Oh, yes, I remember. You said all he did was to touch your breast gently.” She paused for a second. “Like this?”

Read the rest of Amongst Friends, and 11 other ENF stories, in Just ENF