Naked Amongst Clothed Friends

Naked woman standing in front of clothed woman

“My brother went through online dating,” Elaine said beside her, although Christina barely registered the words. She felt hands on the outside of her thighs, one on each side. She didn’t know whose they were but she let out a long sigh as they slid up her skin.

“Yeah,” Elaine continued, “The problem was, he was just looking for blonde bimbos.”

The hands on Christina’s hips hooked into the elastic of her knickers and pulled downwards. She felt the fabric sliding over her skin. She lifted her buttocks a little as they continued to pull. Slowly, the small piece of cotton slipped over her thighs, then down her calves. She felt hands around her ankles that lifted her feet off the ground as her last item of clothing was taken from her.

She took deep breaths, trying not to think that she was sitting naked. But the feeling of Judith’s and Elaine’s dresses on her skin was a constant reminder. A hand touched her shoulder and she let out a small gasp as if an electric shock had passed through her.

Karen and Annabel went back to leaning on Christina’s thighs. It was a glorious sight, looking up at her naked body. Karen licked her lips as she stared at Christina’s perfectly circular nipples.

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Nothing But A Chain

Naked woman with chain and collar being led by a clothed woman

“Well,” she said, and Tina handed her a shiny, silver chain, around three or four feet long, “When I said ‘something to wear’, you may have misinterpreted me.” Her hands returned to my neck with the chain and I felt her fumbling. Then we she lowered her hands, the chain was still between her fingers, but I realised that the other end was attached to me. More specifically: it was attached to the collar around my neck. The long chain hung between us and Lisa stepped back, taking up some of the slack. I was still staring at her, my mouth open.

“So, anyway,” she said, watching my reaction carefully, “Something to wear…” She tailed off, waving the chain back and forth, her fingers holding a thin leather loop at the other end. I felt its movement translated through a gentle tugging of my neck from one side to the other.

‘Something to wear’ was not the same as ‘an outfit’. She had never said ‘an outfit’. I felt suddenly angry at her that she had misled me, but I couldn’t really pinpoint where.

“But…” I started to say. But I can’t stand around like this.

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