“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.

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“You’re a beautiful young girl, Jessica,” Miss Ashdown whispered, “So now let’s see how you play.”

She led her student back to the piano and sat her down. Jessica was past the point of asking for her clothes back; she had become so aroused by the exercise that every touch of her feet on the wooden floor, her bare skin on the rough piano stool, and her feet on the chill brass of the pedals was like electricity through her body.

Miss Ashdown watched as Jessica caressed the keys and the piano sang in response. She envied her for her passion and, perhaps a little, for her physique too as she moved up and down the scales. She noticed how Jessica moved her position on the stool to stimulate her body yet further, how she would lean into the piano as if she wanted to climb on top of it, and she could feel the essence of the young woman’s sexuality in every passage she played.

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Martha and Kathy returned with a big collection of beers and handed them out. We began to talk about what we should do for the rest of the day, since it was only the middle of the afternoon. There was talk of hanging around for another couple of hours, and then maybe going to a bar.

“Erm,” I said, becoming increasingly self-conscious as my energy levels subsided, “Any chance of me getting my clothes back.”

“Ha,” Martha said, “After all the effort we went to getting them off of you?”

“What effort?” I almost shouted.

“Your right,” Sue agreed, “You did give in rather easily…”

I gave her a slap in the arm.

“Anyway,” Tan said, putting an arm around my waist. It was a strange sensation having a friend I’ve known for a couple of years hugging my naked body.

“Anyway,” she restarted, “I prefer her this way.”

“Me too,” Kathy agreed.

“All in favour?” Martha said, raising her hand. The rest joined her.

“No!” I protested, “Whether I’m dressed or not is not subject to a vote!”

“Motion carried,” Martha continued, ignoring me.

“Sorry, babe,” Tan said, and gave my waist a squeeze with her hand. It felt quite nice…

“Oh yeah?” I said, and I twisted to face her and draped my arms around her neck. She looked down at my breasts. I turned my head to Sue. “Let’s see what your girlfriend thinks of this,” I said to her, and I pulled Tan closer towards me and pressed my lips to hers.

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For want of a response, Jessica’s eyes froze on her reflection. She wasn’t feeling much like an energised sexual creature as she saw herself standing in her mismatched underwear with her shoulders slumped.

“Hmmm,” Miss Ashdown said, “So how do we tap this…. well of sexuality… I suppose it worked for me, so… Lift your arms up above your head for me again, draw a deep breath and close your eyes.” Jessica did so and felt one of Miss Ashdown’s hands rest lightly on her stomach and the other on the small of her back. “Now breathe gently and deeply and try to imagine you’re standing on the stage, ready to practice for a big concert tonight. You just want to loosen up and get used to the surroundings before you play in front of an audience.” Her voice dropped to a whisper again. “And since the place is deserted you’ve snuck onto the stage in your underwear.”

Jessica stood, her arms above her, her eyes closed, and barely restrained a giggle. Miss Ashdown felt her stomach move in and out with her breathing, and then continued her story.

“But there’s one thing that you notice, that you’re not supposed to notice. There’s someone sitting in the back row, in the dark, and he’s someone you’ve been trying to attract the attention of for quite some time.” Jessica blushed again. “He was walking through and he saw a beautiful young woman walk onto the stage in her underwear and start to stretch, and he just had to stay and watch, very quietly.”

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