I did it. I cancelled my session with Mel. It just didn’t feel right. I just feel a bit sick, and going around hers and squirming naked on her floor just feels… dishonest, maybe. Like I’m using her, and if I keep doing it I won’t snap into anything new.
Anyway, I sent her a message saying I thought I was coming down with something so better to postpone.
What a downer. It all happened yesterday afternoon but I couldn’t muster the energy to write then.
I was very hopefully naked when I opened the door for Ellie, which surprised her a little more than I thought it would. I noticed the woman upstairs opposite looking down at us, and it would have been obvious I was in the nude, so I gave Ellie a little hug. Her coat felt really nice against my skin.
Anyway, she came in, hung her coat up and we went to the kitchen and I made some tea. Ellie’s eyes were dancing and I was really anxious to hear what she had to say.
So she started by talking about how difficult it was to tell if something was a date or not, because you can have a lot of fun but it’s only a date if both people think it’s a date, otherwise it’s just fun. My heart was racing because I knew exactly what she meant.
I was sitting opposite her at the kitchen table and literally this close to just telling her to shut up and kissing her on the lips when she said: “So I’ve been seeing this guy.”
It was absolutely one of those moments where I wished the ground would open up and swallow me whole. I really did. Or at least just rewind the day to before I had this knowledge.
Well, then she told me everything, as if I care, and she said his name is Neal, and she met him through work at a client event, and he’s quite a bit older which is why she wasn’t sure what people would think, but now she’s decided she really likes him and to hell with it.
I did my best to grin and tell her I was really happy for her. I mean, I was, and am, but I wasn’t happy for me, because it wasn’t until that moment that I realised how much I cared for her. Or, okay, I admit it: I really had a crush on her. Now I wonder if I should have said or done something earlier, or maybe I’d have just embarrassed us both. That seems more likely.
They’ve been seeing each other on and off for about a month, so even well before we kissed in the nightclub, but it was only on Wednesday that she realised he actually liked her. And, well, of course he would, because she’s cute and pretty and clever and she looks better naked than I do and I never told her that.
I was kind of happy that she wasn’t staying for long because I was feeling sick. I was going to say “to hell with Mel’s rules”, but now I’m not in the mood for anything. Time to vegetate in front of Netflix again, I think. And I might cancel Mel tomorrow.
“Not only was my costume the most popular, it was also the cheapest.”
Model: Hannah Kirkelie
Photographer: Larsen Sotelo
With that, she skipped out of the room. Louisa thought for a moment. Maybe it would be fun, for an hour while the washing machine ran, to sit around nude with Tania. It wasn’t like Tania didn’t see her naked for half the weekends they spent together anyway.
Before she changed her mind, and not wanting to be halfway through undressing when Tania returned, she pulled her top over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She unfastened her bra and put it on her top, then pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her skirt and slid her knickers down before picking up the lot and piling them together on top of the washing machine.
When Tania came back into the room with a basket of clothes under one arm Louisa was sitting naked at the kitchen table, pretending to study the crossword on the back of the newspaper. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her breathing was short and rapid as she pretended to concentrate.
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Ellie’s coming over in a bit and I’m so excited. I’ve literally spent the entire day naked already, since after the park run anyway, and I plan to spend the entire evening that way too. Maybe she’ll end up naked too. Maybe we’ll get up to all kinds of naughtiness. I’m starting to hope so and not care about whether it means anything. Mel might have told me I can’t masturbate, but if someone else is involved I can do what I like!
And speaking of which, I was a bit embarrassed seeing Mel this morning in the park, but she was just the same as ever. We had a brief chat about how things are going and she said “see you Monday” and ran off into the distance, not even hanging around for me at the end.
This has been one hell of a week! And a quiet Friday night is very much needed, so I’ve spent some quality time with Netflix.
I started briefing new guy Tim on projects today. He’s still cute, and maybe three years younger than me. I think I like the innocence somehow, and he’s got nice eyes. Shame that’s the end of it! I think I’d be fired if I started a relationship with someone in my team. Besides, I don’t even know if he’s single. I doubt it.
“The first few weeks of University are the chance to redefine yourself; to stake a claim to your identity as an adult. My identity just happened to be a nude one.”
My day was brightened by a message from Ellie. She said she’d really like to see me on Saturday afternoon and suggested coming round to my place. I’m not sure what to read into her message, but her actual words were: “I think I’ve finally realised some things about myself, and to hell with what other people think about who I choose to be with”.
It could mean anything, but what if she means me? It makes butterflies in my stomach, but I really don’t know what I’d feel about that. I mean, playing with Mel is one thing, but a relationship with a woman? She might be ready to ignore what other people think but I’m not sure I am.
But maybe I’m reading something into it that isn’t there.
Andrey Vapnichny
“So, here we are then,” she said to Iris.
“Yes, here we are.” Iris felt distinctly less comfortable like this than Selena seemed to. She daren’t look around the room. She leant forwards, rested her arm on the table and picked up her wine glass in her other hand. She involuntarily glanced at Selena’s breasts again. For the first time, she wondered what they would feel like; would they would fell the same as her own. Her lips pursed slightly.
“Here we are,” Selena said, “Just two naked girls having a drink.”
Iris laughed, the tension relieved for a moment. Iris had always had a wonderful smile.
“Well, I guess we can finally call this a draw, can we?” Iris said, leaning forwards and picking up her wine glass.
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It’s so dark at this time of year it can get more than a little depressing. It’s just about light when I leave the house, but it’s well and truly dark by the time I leave the office. And it’s harder to muster the motivation to go to Pilates when a) it’s not like Mel’s and b) I just want to go home and read a book.
