Dinner at Sarah’s and George’s tonight! As if I needed reminding of the promise that she’d made on my unknowing behalf I’ve had a message from her mentioning no need to get dressed up, except for me to get dressed down! She’s such a minx.
I’m quite excited because it feels like a big step to go on a kind of date (which I think it is) and turn up nude. Mark can take me or leave me, I guess! And if it doesn’t go well, I don’t have to see him again anyway.
“The first week of drama school was to write a story of our worst nightmare. The second week was to form groups of five and act each of them out.”
Something weird happened today as I had to go to a meeting and on the way back I bumped into Ben – the Ben that was Kieran’s flatmate.
He, of course, made the joke about barely recognising me with my clothes on, and then asked me how I was etc. I wasn’t going to ask him about Kieran, but he told me that he realised he’d been a bit of an idiot, but that there was no going back, and how sad he was when he lost his phone with all our messages and photos on.
It wasn’t until later in the day that it clicked that maybe it wasn’t him who uploaded any photos of me. That makes me feel a lot better, and maybe I’m choosing to believe it more than it deserves, but it makes sense, because even though he was an idiot he never seemed nasty. And if so, that’s also good news because whoever found the photos almost certainly won’t know my name, so it’s less likely that anyone will ever turn up anything in a search.
I feel much happier with the world now I know that!
Malcolm started walking and Alison was towed along. Her stilettos rang on the wooden floor and she tried to compose herself. She couldn’t believe that she was doing this, walking naked through a bar, led by her husband, almost exactly as her character Alison had in one of her stories.
Out on the street the lights seemed dazzlingly bright. Her head was spinning and only Malcolm’s hand was keeping her steady. Her balance began to waver and Malcolm wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her. She turned into him and pressed her body up against his. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her nipples, stimulating her even further, and then she felt his hard cock inside his trousers, pressing up against her pelvis. It was all too much.
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Work was a nightmare today. Just so much to do, and still trying to manage Tim and Rachel’s workload. As soon as they ask me questions and I help them out it just throws my schedule out of the window. I know it’s part of my job now, but it’s not easy!
I laughed to myself as I wondered if Mel had said anything helpful about how to deal with it yet, but all I can think of is being helpless in a chair with a vibrator between my legs. I’ve never had reason to use one for that long before and I can still feel the tingling.
“My boyfriend said he wasn’t really interested in seeing how my new shoes looked. I set out to prove him wrong.
I’m desperately trying to lean down for my performance in six (I think?) weeks time, which meant I was starving by the time Pilates finished. I’m quite pleased I managed to keep myself to some protein and greens, so I should be full enough for the night.
“She asked me how I liked my coffee. I said black, on a silver tray, served by an obedient naked woman. I got exactly what I wanted.”
I had lunch with Ha. I still haven’t told her about my sessions with Mel. It’s definitely too late.
But she was asking if I was excited about Saturday night at Sarah’s, and how keen she was to see what my chat-up technique was! And then she said that probably being naked was enough and I didn’t need one. I saw someone raise an eyebrow at an adjacent table in the café.
“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.”
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