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   Last year I began renting a three bedroom, two bath house out in the
country, I was living alone so I certainly didn't need all the space, but
it was the only thing available in the area at the time.  I turned one of
the extra bedrooms into an office for myself, and set the other one up as a
guest room for the rare occasions that I actually had any overnight
company. Well, the kind that didn't stay in my bed with me, anyway.

   I've always enjoyed living alone, especially having the freedom to wake
up and get the coffee started without having to worry about putting clothes
on, or being able to roam between the bedroom and bathroom for a shower
without fear of my nudity being seen by anyone.  The thing is, I really
like being naked and I really enjoy the freedom I feel when I'm out of my
clothes.  Now, I'm not the kind of guy to go out flashing people, or even
to go streaking, but there is something nice about getting up early in the
morning and sitting on my back porch with coffee to watch the sunrise,
nude, where nobody can see me.

   My house sat off of a private road quite a ways, but the front of the
house was visible to anyone that happened to be driving by, and could be
seen by the neighbors should they ever care to look.  I was sure that if
they did take notice, they would definitely see me if I was on the front
porch naked, so I kept my clothing optional activities strictly to inside
the house, or in the privacy of my back yard.  The yard was quite large in
the back, and had a few rolling hills behind it that eventually ended in a
densely wooded area beyond that.

   When I'd go outside at night, the only light around me was in front of
the house, so the closer I stayed towards the back of the building, the
more brilliant the starts became.  I soon found that however nice my
morning coffee was outside in the nude, laying out naked under the stars
was even better.  It felt so amazing to have all that open space, with
nothing but the stars and the moon to light the landscape around me.  I've
never experienced anything like it before or since, and that honestly
affected me more than I realized.  I'd usually stay in my clothes until my
evening shower, or if I skipped that for whatever reason, until I went to
bed later in the night.

   That freedom and peace that I felt outside though changed that habit and
I began to strip off as soon as I got home from work.  I'd go straight to
my bedroom and deposit my work clothes in the hamper, then reemerge into
the living room or kitchen to begin to wind down for the day.  I'd gotten
used to it over time, and soon the novelty wore off as it does, and it just
became normal for me to be naked when I was at home.

   That all had to change quickly enough though unfortunately, an old
friend of mine needed a place to stay for a while since her old roommate
had gotten pregnant and decided to move in with her boyfriend.  Katie
couldn't afford the place she was staying in by herself, so after waiting
to see if she'd find anything else, I finally offered her my spare room
until something became available for her.  She graciously accepted my
offer, and by the end of the week, she was all moved in.  We worked similar
schedules, so we both woke up around the same time in the mornings, and
both got home around the same time at night so I couldn't walk around naked
like I had become so accustomed to.  This was disappointing to me in a way,
but having my friend living with me made up for that for the most part.  I
was still able to wander about in my towel, or my boxers, but that was as
far as I ever tried to push it.

   We'd discussed the idea of one or both of us going naked once, and both
agreed that it wasn't a big deal, however neither one of us wanted to go
first.  Our relationship had always been purely platonic, so open,
non-sexual nudity was very much a taboo for us both.  I'd considered taking
the risk a few times of starting the coffee in the buff, especially since I
always had to knock on her door to wake her up in the mornings, but a few
times she'd gotten up before I did, and the last thing I wanted to do was
to make her uncomfortable, so I resolved to slip on my shorts before
venturing into the living room and kitchen.

   Part of the "house rules" we'd agreed to was the closed door policy,
since we both preferred to sleep naked, once a bedroom door was closed, it
was not to be opened unless the other person was explicitly invited to do
so.  Once that rule was in place, Katie seemed really relieved.  She said
that she'd avoided sleeping in the buff those first few nights, and seemed
to relax after I'd mentioned the new rule to her one evening.  After that,
we'd both occasionally get up in the middle of the night for a drink, or a
late night cigarette, and a few times she surprised me by walking out
wrapped only in a blanket.  I'm not going to lie, I found that to be almost
more sexy than if she'd just walked out of her room completely naked.  I
guess it was the implied nudity that was the turn-on for me, similar to
when she'd get home and change into a pair of loose shorts and a tight
shirt with no bra on.  Needless to say, I quite enjoyed the sight of her
nipples poking out against the top, and being able to see the natural shape
of her small breasts without the support and illusion of her push-up bra.

   A few times I caught myself wondering if she enjoyed that small bit of
exposure, but I always stopped myself and decided that it was simply more
comfortable for her, and the fact that she was comfortable enough around me
to dress that way, made me feel like we were really close.  After all, I'd
sit around all morning, and most weekends all day, wearing just my boxer
briefs, my own intimate features no doubt on almost full display to her. 
It was never awkward between us like that, and I kind of enjoyed that
aspect of our friendship at that point.

   After about a month of living together we'd both settled into a routine,
and everything was going really well.  She'd buy the groceries on her way
home from work when we needed them, and I'd cook diner for us both after
she got back.  We'd eat, chat, and watch TV until bedtime, then say
goodnight and go our separate ways to the privacy of our rooms,
occasionally coming back out to the living room for that one last drink or
smoke, and having that small bit of added mystery when she'd wear her
blanket.  I never mentioned it, but I certainly took notice of it.

   Everything changed one Friday afternoon though, I'd taken off of work
early and gotten home to jump right in the shower.  When I got done drying
off, I wrapped my towel around my waist as usual, and went to sit on the
couch to watch some TV until Katie got home.  I decided to lay down and
take a nap since I had the place to myself again for once, if only for a
few hours, so I didn't bother putting anything else on.  I stretched out on
the couch, turned the TV off, and soon I was out.  I awoke once feeling my
towel bunched up uncomfortably around my legs, so I took it off and just
dropped it on the floor before falling back asleep.

   Well, I must have been a lot more tired than I thought, because the next
thing I know, I'm waking up to the unmistakable feeling of being watched. I
opened my eyes and looked up, then towards the kitchen, but nobody was
there.  I listened for a few moments to see if Katie had gotten home yet,
but I didn't figure she had.  As far as I knew, it was still early
afternoon and I had time for another quick nap.  I turned on my right side
and looked at the floor in front of the couch and found that my towel was
missing!  Maybe I accidentally kicked it underneath while I was sleeping,
but even then in my foggy and just awoken state, that didn't make much
sense to me.  I sat up and looked closer at where it was, thinking maybe
I'd see it sticking out from under the furniture, but there wasn't any sign
of it.

   What I didn't notice was that Katie was sitting in the chair next to the
couch by my head, wearing my towel, my only source of cover.  "Looking for
this?" She asked with a slight wickedness to her smiling words, causing me
to freeze where I was, not daring to move a muscle out of the irrational
fear that I'd be seen.

   It was much, much, much too late for that.  By that time, it was well
past six o'clock, which meant that she'd been home for almost an hour.  Had
she been watching me this whole time?  I still hadn't seen her, so I had no
idea she had my towel, much less that was wearing it and that she'd been
sitting next to me this whole time.

   I slowly turned my head towards her to see her laying across the arms of
the recliner, looking directly at me as I sat, dumbfounded and naked on the
couch.  She had her arms crossed over her chest, further securing my towel
to her body.  The smile on her face told me that above all she found this
to be quite amusing, I however was beyond embarrassed at the situation. 
How could I have slept through her coming in the front door?  My God, what
if she'd decided to bring company over?  A million things flashed through
my mind before I finally covered myself with my hands and sat up a little
straighter, turning my head and looking her in the eye before confirming
that, yes, I was indeed looking for the towel she was now wearing. 

   I noticed that her hair was wet, and I could smell her shampoo like
she'd just gotten out of the shower.  That made me wonder if she took my
towel before or after she'd taken one.  Either way it didn't really matter,
if there was a show, I'd missed it already, and the one she got was still
ongoing.

   "Why are you covering yourself up like that?" She asked next, "I've
already seen everything," she giggled, "you might as well save yourself the
trouble." 

   I don't know what came over me at that point, I suppose now it was the
truth of her statement, she had already seen everything there was to see,
plus I was comfortable being naked, albeit just not in front of anyone, and
especially not her.  I moved my hands and rested them by my sides on the
couch, uncovering my now semi hard manhood.  "Can I have my towel back?" I
asked pleadingly, hoping this humiliation would be over soon and maybe we
could forget it ever happened.  "I didn't mean to be naked when you got
home.  I got off work early and took a shower, I must have fallen asleep
here after I got out."

   She smiled at me as her eyes ran over my fully exposed body, "You know,
I usually don't like it when a guy shaves everything down there," her gaze
now fixed on my now almost hard, and completely hairless dick, "but I think
it looks good on you," she added with an even bigger smile.  She was
totally avoiding my request for the return of my towel, so I decided to ask
again.

   "My towel, Kate?" I reached my hand out towards her, hoping she'd take
it off and give it back to me.  I figured she'd be wearing something
underneath it just to screw with me, if the roles were reversed, it's
probably what I would've done.

   "What, and leave me being the only one naked?  I don't think so."

   "Why didn't you use your own towel then?" I asked, now wanting more
answers than cloth.

   "They're all dirty, and I saw yours there on the floor so I used it
instead.  It's not like you were using it at the time," she gleamed.  We
made eye contact for several moments as we tried to decide where to go from
there.  I couldn't just get up and make a run for my room, then she'd know
for sure that I was embarrassed and I'd never live it down.  No, I had to
sit there, hands to my sides, and wait for her move.

   "Well, it was an accident, I'm sorry.  It won't happen again," I pleaded
with her, once again holding my hand out for my towel. 

   "Things happen I guess," she laughed.  "How about since it's the only
one left, I go put it in the washing machine instead?" Katie stood up as I
eyed her long, tanned legs and thighs, barely covered by the bottom hem of
the makeshift garment she had on.

   "That sounds fair," I conceded, hoping she would just drop it there in
front of me.  She didn't, she began to walk away towards the laundry room.

   There I was, left sitting on the couch, naked, and she'd probably come
back wearing more than a towel when she returned.  I watched her as she
took a few steps towards the kitchen, but soon she stopped and turned her
head around to look at me again over her shoulder.  I think she just wanted
to see the look on my face when she let go of her covering, exposing her
bare back and ass to me.  She gave a very satisfied smile as she swung the
towel around in front of her and continued to walk away.  I'm sure my jaw
was on the floor at that point, as her ass looked absolutely amazing to me.
I'd never been all that impressed with it when she was clothed, but seeing
it in it's full, naked glory came as quite a shock to me.  She was really
attractive from behind, and I hoped I'd get to see the view from the front
as well.

   I watched as her butt jiggled slightly, and her hips swayed as she
walked away, not turning back again, instead continuing to the laundry
room. I heard her open the washer and drop the towel in, then I heard the
lid close and she stepped confidently back into view.  My eyes were fixed
on her body as she moved back towards me, her small breasts and her shaved
pussy were totally on display to me and I couldn't believe what I was
seeing.  My best friend since high school, naked, in my house, walking
along like nothing was amiss.  Okay, maybe she had a bit more of a
pronounced sway to her movements, but she was naked, and I'm sure that the
look on my face added to her confidence.  There was no way to hide the fact
that I thought she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, my face showed it,
and before I could register what was happening, my cock showed it too.

   She blushed a little when she saw it rising from my lap between my legs,
but her eyes never strayed away.  She was enjoying this, and really, so was
I.  "Wow, Kate.  You have an amazing body.  I never really noticed it
before."

   "Thanks," she smiled and she walked closer to me.  "You've got a really
nice dick," she offered back as she sat down on her side of the couch.  She
settled in and then turned on the TV, paying no more attention to the naked
guy sitting next to her.  After a few seconds she finally turned back
towards me, "we should've done this from the beginning.  I love being
naked, I was just afraid to be the first one to show everything."

   "S-same here," I managed while looking deep into her eyes for even the
slightest hint of discomfort.  There was none, she seemed to be right at
home.

   "Can you get me a beer from the fridge?" She asked sweetly, "I could
really use one after the week at work I had."

   "Sure," I replied as I got up and walked to the kitchen.  I could feel
her eyes on my backside as I moved across the living room to get us drinks.
After I turned the corner out of her sight, I realized just how much I
enjoyed her seeing me baring it all, too.  I mean, seeing her nude was
great, but there was just that little extra thrill in knowing she could see
me too, especially since she seemed to be enjoying it herself.

   I felt the cool rush of air from the fridge run down my body as I opened
it and reached in for a couple of bottles.  I was suddenly hyper aware of
my undressed state, and I found the comfort of it all coming back to me. 
My erection quickly subsided to a less impressive state, but not completely
flaccid, and I walked back to the couch.  Katie looked up and watched me
for a few steps before turning her attention back to her show.  She didn't
check me out that time, but instead looked me right in the eyes and just
smiled, putting me further at ease about the whole situation.  When I
stepped next to her and handed her the beer however, she took full
advantage of the close up view of my fully exposed midsection right in
front of her face.  Fair is fair, so I allowed my gaze to once again fall
upon her firm little tits, and the shaved pink slit poking out from between
her slightly parted legs.  I admired her beauty more than anything, here
was this attractive young woman sitting naked in my living room, and yet
there didn't seem to be any sexual tension in the air between us.  She took
the beer from my hand and took a long drink of it as I walked over and sat
down on my side of the couch, taking a satisfying drink from my own. 

   We stayed undressed for the rest of the night, until we both decided it
was time for bed.  We said our good nights and headed off to bed.  It took
me a little while to get to sleep because I couldn't get the image of her
out of my mind.  I got up and went to my bathroom to relieve my now aching
hard on, finding myself surprised at how much I came when I finally got my
release.  I've learned a lot about Katie over the years, but I never
suspected that I'd find her so damned sexy, much less that I'd ever get the
chance to see her naked like that.  I cleaned up and went back to bed,
hoping I'd get another chance sooner rather than later.

   The next morning I woke up to my bedroom door opening.  I looked up and
saw Katie walking in, still naked, holding two cups of coffee in her hands.
"Morning," she said quietly and sweetly as she sat on the bed next to me
and handed me my cup.  "I hope you don't mind me just barging in like that,
but I figure since we're both naked, it didn't matter anymore."

   I rubbed my eyes with one hand as I brought the cup of hot coffee up to
my mouth with the other.  I don't know why, but the coffee always seemed to
taste better when Katie would make it.  "Not at all, it's kind of a
pointless rule now, like you said." I took another sip and enjoyed the
warmth as it made its way down to my stomach.  I sat the cup down on my
night stand and smiled at my naked roommate.  "The coffee's great, thanks,"
I smiled at her before she stood up and ripped the covers off of me,
exposing my morning wood to the cool air of the room, and the warm gaze of
her reddish brown eyes.

   "C'mon, get up!" She said as she stood there, looking down at me. 
"Let's go watch the sun come up." With that I got up, unfazed as she was by
my erection, and walked behind her to the back porch where we drank our
coffee, and enjoyed the warmth of the sun on our nude bodies as it rose,
bringing in the new day.

   For the rest of the weekend neither one of us put on any form of
clothing, and from then on out, when we were at home, we were naked.  She
moved out several months ago, but when she comes back to visit, the first
thing she does when she gets in the door is strips naked again, and I
happily follow suit.  We'll make coffee and just relax in each others
company, talking like we always have, and after dark we sit on the back
porch under the stars and moon in a comfortable silence, listening to the
tranquil sounds of the night as the constellations pass overhead.  Maybe
one day we'll be more, but for now I couldn't ask for anything more perfect
than enjoying the freedom of being naked with my best friend.



   A Very Revealing Nap Ch.  02

   The first cold snap of the year had finally hit my small neck of the
woods and I was excited to put my fireplace into service for the first
time. I was however, a little bummed out that the early morning and late
night hours on my back porch would have to involve more clothing than I'd
become accustomed to in the warmer months.

   I stepped outside into the crisp morning air with my coffee, breathing
in the refreshing breeze, and letting the memories of the past years rush
over my mind.  Every time the seasons change, I'm reminded of the feelings
that my brain has subconsciously stored and associated with the climate
outside.  Some of those feelings are good, and some bad, but this time I
felt excited for all the new associations I saw coming my way. 

   Sipping my coffee, I realized that I was getting quite chilly having
only worn a t-shirt and some track pants.  It was already looking to be a
cold winter, despite the fact fall had only just begun, and I needed to
plan for much warmer cover for my coffee outdoors.  Deciding to cut my time
short and head back to the comfort of my couch, I got up and started for
the back door, but before I could reach the doorknob, I heard the familiar
sound of tires on gravel from the front of the house.  Soon after, I
recognized the low rumble of Katie's truck engine before it came to a stop
in my driveway and cut off.

   I headed back inside and started fresh coffee, excited that she'd
decided to pay me a surprise visit.  I hoped that we'd continue the way we
do, naked, but of course with such a chill in the air outside, I knew that
probably wouldn't happen, and we'd return to the old ways of hanging out
fully clothed.  If only for that fact did I begin to miss the summer months
already.

   The front door opened, sending a cool rush of wind through the house as
Katie entered, not bothering to knock because at that point there wasn't
anything left to hide between us, not really anyway.  "Hey, I'm home!" She
announced as she closed the door behind her; though she'd moved out months
ago, this was still our place to the both of us, and I encouraged her to
treat it as such.  Left in place when she left were her toothbrush,
shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and various other items one might need on
an overnight stay.  They certainly didn't go unused very often, although
she lived somewhere else, she still spent many a night crashing at my place
since it was much closer to her job, and when she'd stop by, the late hours
of the evening always snuck up on us.

   "I'm in the kitchen," I called back, "just starting some fresh coffee
for us."

   "Good!  I was just thinking how good some of your coffee sounded right
now," she said as she dropped her purse next to the couch and kicked off
her shoes.  "I caught a bit of a chill outside, but damn is it nice to be
done with the hot weather!"

   "It certainly is," I chuckled in agreement, though again I was struck
with the realization that probably meant I'd be seeing less of her, at
least as far as nudity was concerned. 

   To my delight as I walked around the corner to meet her in the living
room, she was just starting to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her
toned stomach and pink push-up bra.  Once the shirt was discarded on the
floor by the couch, she began to unfasten her jeans and take them off next.
"I hope you plan on turning the heat up in here," she commented, "otherwise
it'll get awfully cold without clothes on.  Her smile beamed towards me,
and no doubt reflected with my own as I knew that despite the drop in
temperatures, I'd still get to enjoy my friend in all her naked glory. 
Plus, I'd still get to show off my own glory, for whatever that was
worth. 

   I walked over towards the dining room and adjusted the thermostat on the
wall by the diner table, bumping it's setting up far closer to 80 than I
normally would've had I been alone.  I for one can handle a bit of chill in
the air, but the warmer it was, the less she'd be persuaded to cover her
body with, and I was definitely on board with that.  "The heat should be
kicking back on shortly, in the meantime maybe the coffee will keep us warm
enough."

   "Well, we could always drag a couple of blankets out from the closet,"
she said as I walked back in the room.  Her back was to me as she let her
bra fall to the floor, then casually bent over, lowering her matching thong
to join it.  I slowed my pace to admire the sensual way the string of the
garment delicately peeled itself from between her butt cheeks, exposing her
little by little until I could clearly see her womanhood peaking out from
the gap in her thighs.  I took a sharp breath when the skimpy piece of
cloth hit the floor, and kept watching as she so gracefully stepped out of
it. 

   "That's true, but there wouldn't be near as much scenery to look at," I
commented as I neared the couch.  I waited a few beats until she turned to
face me, then started removing the t-shirt covering my upper body.  I
reached behind my head with my right hand and grabbed the collar of the
shirt, pulling it off my body in one swift motion, making extra effort to
flex my arm and abs as I did so.  I was very pleased to find the look of
admiration on her face once I could see again, and that infectious smile of
hers worked it's usual charm and had me beaming from the inside out.

   There was just something incredible about being physically admired in
such a nonsexual way, especially by someone like Katie.  Sure, it was my
physique that inflicted her admiration, but it wasn't from the usual
lust-filled place that most people express when seeing another person
naked. For us, it was more about the exposure of not just our bodies, but
of ourselves that got us stirred up inside. 

   I tossed the shirt to the ground and stopped to remove my pants next. 
Seeing as how there wasn't really any sexy way for me to remove them like
there was with her and her thong, I unceremoniously pushed them to my feet
and stepped out of them as though she wasn't looking.  For a brief moment,
it didn't even register to me that we were now naked again, no, we were
just at home like always.  Once I saw her eyes wander down to my crotch
though, the fact that my most private parts were swinging freely between my
legs became noticeable. 

   I could then feel the blood rushing to my face as soon as I realized
what she was looking at.  With each step my exposed sex swayed back and
forth, occasionally slapping lightly against my legs as it seemed to get
heavier and heavier with the attention of her powerful gaze.  Her smile
grew as I approached her, and for the first time since we'd begun this
clothing free lifestyle, she motioned me in for a hug as she stepped
directly into my path.

   Instinct kind of took over at that point, and muscle memory kicked in as
we hugged just like two friends would, the exception being now that we were
both nude.  She lingered this time though, keeping her warm little body
pressed against mine before stepping in even closer, bringing our hips
together as the friendly dynamic started to change.  Before I could stop
myself, my hand reached lower and lower down her back, pulling her towards
me even tighter while my head tilted down, putting my face closer to the
side of her neck than would normally be acceptable for a casual hug.

   I almost got lost in the scent of her hair and perfume as we stood
there, but the thought in the back of my mind kept me grounded.  We're
friends, not lovers, and friends generally tend not to sniff at each other
that way.  I broke off the embrace and we were both suddenly struck with
how awkward the situation had just become.  The same thought seemed to
cross our minds at the same time as we erupted with nervous giggles, that
because of our closeness quickly devolved into a much more comfortable
laughter. 

   All this time we'd spent naked together without incident, now suddenly,
things were changing all over again, and it was getting more and more
difficult to keep up with it all.  We both looked down at our own feet in
embarrassment, and I decided to make my way to the couch and sit down
before I got too lightheaded.  Katie sat down next to me and wrapped her
arms around herself as she gave a little shiver.  "I think maybe that
blanket is a good idea, at least until the heater warms this place up. 
I'll go grab one."

   "Good idea," I said a bit more sheepishly than I'd intended.  "I'll go
get the coffee served up, it should be ready by now."

   I got up from the couch and made my way towards the kitchen as Katie
walked over to my bedroom to get an extra blanket from the closet.  Once in
front of the coffee maker, I started to replay the exchange we just had. 
Did I make her uncomfortable with they way I pulled her closer to me?  Was
she really just cold, or did she suddenly feel the need to cover herself
from me for some reason?  I started to get lost in my thoughts about the
situation when I heard her sit back on the couch and wrap up in the
blanket.

   I poured the coffee into our mugs, and as confidently as I could at that
moment, walked back to the couch.  Katie's face showed no discomfort, which
was a very comforting sign, and my worries were eased even further when she
reached up to take the cup from me, letting the blanket fall, once again
exposing her young, perky breasts to the coolness of the morning.

   "Thanks, hopefully this will warm us up a little," she remarked with a
smile.  "Come snuggle up with me in the blanket," she said as she threw one
side of it up, motioning me to sit next to her.

   I tried not to let myself make a big deal out of it, but even before
we'd gotten so comfortable around each other, we rarely hugged, much less
sat so close to one another, and never sat on the couch under the same
blanket.  I sat my coffee down on the table and took a seat, placing myself
under the covers with Katie.  She scooted closer to me and took my arm to
put around her as she cuddled up against me.  Her warm skin felt so soft
against my naked body, and her hair gently tickled the side of my face and
my shoulder as she rested her head on me.

   "I'm really glad we have each other to keep warm this winter," she
stated as she wrapped her arm around my stomach, her fingers gently tracing
their path across my midsection before coming to a rest on my opposite
side, just below my rib cage.

   "Me too, Kate.  It's looking like it's really going to be a cold one
this year." 

   ***

   We sat there together for what seemed like ages, just enjoying the
feeling of truly holding one another for the first time.  It was strange,
never before had we been so physically...intimate with each other.  It
seemed like once we got our clothes out of the way, we both began to see
the other not so much like the friends we'd always been, but more as human
beings.  For us it had been so easy to forget the fact that I was a man,
and she was a woman, despite the conversational topics we'd delve into from
time to time.  Since that nap though, it seemed that we'd kind of opened
our eyes to the other one.  Now, I'm not going to lie and say that I'd
never thought of her sexually, or romantically before, but because of the
existing dynamic between us, those thoughts never really stuck out at the
forefront of our time spent together.  Honestly, the idea of her as
anything more than a friend never really crossed my mind until she was gone
and I was left alone to my own devices.  While she was sitting next to me,
she was Katie...nothing more, nothing less. 

   Now though, with her naked form available for my eyes to roam upon, and
her body nestled so tenderly next to mine, sparks were starting to fly,
biology was beginning to take over, and I couldn't help but ponder what
could happen in the not too distant future.  Sitting like that, like
lovers, certainly got me thinking.  Before I could think to stop it, my
mind began to race with the images of her on top of me; of me on top of
her; and of my face being so willingly planted between those gorgeous
thighs of hers.  It was at this point I could feel my dick begin to rise up
again, and I knew that at any moment it could spring to life and touch the
arm she had wrapped around me.  I tried to focus elsewhere, however with my
left arm around her, and my left hand so perilously close to her nipple,
that proved to be less help to my predicament than I'd hoped.

   Katie took a deep breath as she moved against me, causing the blanket
around our bodies to force the air between us upwards into my face, making
things that much worse for me.  A few times before, I'd caught a whiff of
what I suspected to be her sex, and I've gotta say, it drove me absolutely
wild.  For reasons I can't explain, the smell of her, of her most intimate
place, compelled me to unleash my innermost animal-like instincts.  One
time I remember clearly, we were at my sisters house just after Christmas
one year, and my sister had gotten a heated, massaging seat pad meant for
an office chair.  Katie was sitting next to me on her couch, trying out the
features of my sisters new gift, and I guess that got her a little excited,
because I could definitely smell her then.  Upon that first scent, my
reality was transported to the image of me lifting her off the couch and
carrying her outside to press her up against the side of her truck,
stripping off her pants, and just going all-out primal with her in the
driveway, under the stars, in front of all the neighbors, and anyone who
happened to be driving by at the time. 

   Of course then it was just a fantasy unattainable to me in that
situation, but now she was naked, I was naked, and there we were in the
privacy of my living room.  I couldn't help but take a deep breath of my
own at that thought, and my senses were suddenly bombarded with not only
the smell of her sex, but the combined smell of the both of us mixed
together.  Now, under different conditions, namely her being someone else,
I'd be thinking the same thing you probably are...that's gross, and y'all
need a damn shower, but I wasn't thinking that at all.  What I was thinking
was that the situation was becoming critical, and I was seriously about to
get physically excited, no doubt poking the arm of my best friend with my
rock hard dick. 

   I tried to put myself in her shoes, or in her place rather, since
neither one of us was wearing anything more than a blanket at that point.
From my imagined view of her perspective, it would've been off-putting to
say the least, and possibly even downright offensive.  That was the last
thing I wanted to happen, so I desperately needed an escape, at least from
the current physical position I was in.  I purposefully used my right hand
to grab her wrist and move it off of me, deliberately in more of an upward
motion than necessary to avoid the awkward contact with my growing
erection.

   With that part of the crisis averted, I now had to come up with a valid
reason to have removed her hand from my side, and immediately eyed my
coffee cup sitting on the table in front of us.  I pulled my left arm back
from around her, and leaned forward to get my mug.  I'm not going to claim
that it was the smoothest move I could've made at that point, and honestly
things might have worked out had she actually felt my appreciation for the
moment, but I wasn't quite ready for that, and I doubted that she was
either.

   Katie seemed to not be phased by this at all, and followed suit to get
her own cup, leaning forward after me, allowing the blanket to fall and
gather around our waists.  She then turned to her left, reaching over the
side of the couch to get her cigarettes from her purse on the floor next to
us.  As she did this, I could just begin to see the top of her ass peering
over the top of the blanket, and that did absolutely nothing to quell the
swelling between my legs.  While she wasn't looking, I casually grabbed
part of the blanket and secured it better over my lap to hide the fact that
I was so aroused at that point.

   Now, Katie's no slouch when it comes to mental fortitude, and she
immediately noticed what I'd done.  Luckily for me, she took it in stride.
"Ah, you must really like that cup of coffee, huh?" Her knowing look, and
lighthearted giggle worked wonders in disarming the level of awkwardness I
was feeling at that moment, and our usual quick-witted banter resumed.

   "Hell, what can I say?  I make one helluva good cup of coffee.  I'm
surprised you haven't soaked through the couch a million times by now" I
replied with a laugh to match hers.

   Her face changed, becoming almost serious as she quipped back with a
raised eyebrow, "who's to say I haven't?" There it was, in typical Katie
fashion she almost shocked me into skipping a beat.

   "Well, there goes any resale value I had in this thing." With that she
chuckled loudly and leaned into me, nudging my shoulder with hers.

   "My bad, dude.  It's not like I'm the first chick to wet your cushions
like that though."

   "No, but all the others weren't doing it because of the coffee," I
smiled back at her, meeting her eye that now had a distinct light behind
it.

   Katie's face changed again, though more subtly this time.  "So I'm a
coffee whore then, is that what you're saying?"

   "Well, I mean you did get naked when I started making it."

   "That's true," she said, her smile returning, albeit with a more
mischievous look to it this time.  "To be fair though, as soon as I
stripped off, so did you."

   "Damn.  You caught me, Kate.  I'm a whore for naked women in my house.
What can I say?  I guess I'm just a bad person."

   "Oh, you're just the worst," she shot back.  "A true miscreant if I ever
saw one."

   "Ha!  At least I'm not a coffee whore though," I looked around the room,
"unlike some people here."

   "Yeah," she said quietly with faux defeat in her voice as she looked
down at the cup in her hands, "damn coffee whores."

   With that we both burst out laughing as she leaned back over against me,
holding her cup in one hand and her cigarette in the other.  The exchange
between us proved to be the distraction I needed, and I could feel the
tension under the blanket subside.

   That was one of the best things about Katie, she could always defuse an
awkward situation with a joke, even if that meant making one at her own
expense.  Sometimes though, she liked to make things worse, and this time
was no exception.  "You know, I've seen it before, you don't have to hide
it from me like that," she said, looking down at my blanket covered bulge.

   "That's true," I agreed, thinking about how as much as she was trying to
make it awkward again, the mood was already lifted.  I reached down and
pulled the blanket back, once again exposing my now flaccid manhood resting
between my legs.  "You called it a whore though, so it got embarrassed and
ran away."

   "Awww!  So it's a shy whore then!" She exclaimed, leaning in to get a
closer look.

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "Well, that's too bad, because mine isn't." With that she sat her cup
down and pulled her legs up on the couch, crossing them at her ankles,
exposing every inch of what she was hiding between them.  "Mine's totally
unashamed of the fact apparently," she said, looking down at her own
excitement.

   It certainly was incredible though, the edges had turned a rosy pink
color, and her lips had begun to open slightly, exposing her swollen little
clitoris peeking out from under it's hood.  "Well, I never!" I said
mockingly as I took the opportunity for my own closer look.  "How
appallingly lewd!"

   "Quite," she began with her best fake posh English accent.  "It's so
very unladylike, wouldn't you agree?" She gently traced the outside of it
with her forefinger, before lightly teasing her clit.

   "Indeed," I replied in my own poor attempt at sounding British, watching
intently, feeling my own excitement return to my lap.  "She isn't very
bashful, is she?"

   "No.  No, not in the slightest.  She's quite the show-off that one is."
She continued to watch her finger play around the outside of her privates,
gathering the moisture from it as she went along.  Out of the corner of my
eye I could see her nipples had stiffened even more, and she pushed her
chest out slightly as her hips pushed harder into her wandering fingertip.
She seemed to be getting lost in the moment, almost as much as I was before
she looked over at my erection and exclaimed, "Oh, look!  Someone else
likes the attention, too!"

   I joined her gaze at my lap, and before I knew it she was tracing around
the head of my cock with her sexy, wet little finger.  It jumped at the
sensation, and the feeling of the slickness of her juices on the tip was
mesmerizing.  I couldn't believe she would be so bold as to actually touch
me there, much less touch herself like that in front of me.

   My words had finally failed me, and I just watched in amazement as she
glided her fingertip around the top of my shaft.  She then ran her finger
down the underside of it, down to my balls, and back up again, coaxing a
small dab of precum to form at the tip. 

   She looked up to meet my gaze and smiled at me, then looked back down
and mixed the drop with her own fluid as she continued to expertly tease me
gently with her finger.  Katie looked almost as engrossed as I was at the
display she was creating, and no matter how much I might have wanted to
try, there was no way my brain was going to form words of any coherence.

   She slowly pulled her finger away, watching the sticky fluids we'd
created string from the head of my dick.  Once the liquid had separated
between the two, she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean,
looking me in the eyes with a smile as she did.  I wanted to smile back at
her, but I'm sure the dumbstruck look on my face was more than satisfying
for her to watch. 

   We were now past the point of no return, and approaching the next one
with breakneck speed.  Whatever she did next would either make us or break
us, and at that point, I was ready to go all out, leaving whatever angels
that watched over our friendship to fall where they may.  That's probably
why it was a good thing that she was in such control of the situation,
because I was one step away from blindly taking her right then and there.

   "Hmm.  Well, that was interesting," she said coyly as she studied the
end of her now clean finger.  After looking at it for a few moments she
took a drag off her cigarette and reached forward again to get her coffee
cup.

   I was still somewhat in shock at the entire performance, and could only
wait to see what happened next.  Had she been anyone else sitting there
naked, teasing our most sensitive body parts like that, this story would've
taken a much different direction at this point, but not Katie.  For some
reason my brain shutoff and relinquished complete control to her.  There
was something surprisingly entertaining to me to just let her lead the way
on this, and to take that from her seemed so inappropriate and boring.

   After she took a few sips from her coffee, she sat the cup back down on
the table and settled back onto the couch, recovering herself with the
blanket.  "Thanks for that," she said nonchalantly, "mind if we watch some
TV?"

   I minded.  I minded very much that she was done with that little game of
hers, and I so desperately wanted her to continue it, escalating it further
until I was allowed to finally unleash the primal urges that she always
stirred up in me, yet continued to lie so deep beneath the surface.  I
really had no room to argue though, and the thrill of the slow burn was
powerfully enticing.

   "Sure," I said, as I picked my jaw up off the floor.  She reached over
and grabbed the remote, turned the TV on, and started flipping through the
channels until she settled on some DIY show about flipping houses.  I
settled myself back into the sofa and she laid her head back on my shoulder
as I wrapped my arm back around her.  She put the remote back down, put her
cigarette out, and put her own arm back around my torso, snuggling up close
to me again.  This time, my cock was already hard and when her arm touched
it, I simply let it happen. 

   As the show went on, our hands began to move with less inhibition than
they had before.  I allowed my fingertips to gently brush against and
caress her left breast, and the fingers of her left hand were sensually
tracing their way up and down my right side.  Her right hand stayed between
her legs, and I wondered what it was up to as I had no interest in her
show, especially at that point.

   It was oddly relaxing though, to be in that situation with her.  There
we were, naked and worked up, both clearly wanting a release, but not
giving our bodies the attention they were both craving.  We just sat there,
enjoying the giddy feeling of our arousal, but taking it no further than
that.  Just two friends, basking in the warmth of our naked skin against
each other, and watching TV while the morning went by around us.

   I kept hoping she'd get bored with the rerun on the screen and return to
her tease, at times I'd get a little more adventurous with my feeling up of
her breast, gently teasing her nipple to try and get her going again, but
before I could make my persuasion with my fingers, her phone rang from
inside her purse on the floor beside the couch. 

   Katie pulled her arm away from me and leaned over to reach for it, once
again giving me a few moments of her bare ass to look at.  "Hello," she
spoke into it as though nothing was amiss.  "Is it really important?  I'm
trying to relax and enjoy my weekend here." The look on her face conveyed
her annoyance with the interruption and I could tell that she just wanted
to stay under the blanket with me all day.  I certainly wanted that, too,
but unfortunately for us, that wasn't going to happen.  "Okay, fine.  I'll
be there as soon as I can, just stall them long enough for me to get
cleaned up, okay?"

   She looked over at me and made an exaggerated face, acting as though she
wanted to cry.  "Okay, I'll make it quick and get on the road." With that,
she hung up and stood to start getting her things together.

   "That was work, obviously.  A client decided last minute to ask for an
emergency meeting today, so I have to go into the office.  Would you mind
making me another cup of coffee for the drive while I get a quick shower?"

   I really wanted to say no, that she couldn't go, but I knew by the
urgent look on her face that it was important.  "Sure thing, Kate.  You go
get cleaned up, and I'll get you a to-go cup ready."

   "Thanks, babe.  You're the best!" With that she turned and began walking
away.  I sat there and just watched as her sexy, bare ass disappeared into
the bathroom around the corner before getting up to make more coffee.

   The room was still cold, and without the heat of her body next to mine
anymore, it felt even colder.  Before walking into the kitchen, I grabbed
my clothes and put them back on as I heard the shower start running.  I
started the coffee, and by the time it was done, she'd finished with her
shower and returned to the living room with a towel wrapped around her. 

   "I'm so sorry to have to run off like this," she started as she dropped
the towel in the floor in front of her pile of clothes, "but I'll come back
as soon as I'm done with this meeting, I promise."

   "It's okay, I was getting tired of your TV show anyway," I smiled back
at her.  She started to get dressed again, and I went and poured the coffee
into a travel cup for her to take with her.  I walked it back to the living
room, just as she was putting her shoes back on her feet.  She stood up
from the couch and took the cup with one hand as she wrapped her other arm
around me for another hug, this time looking me in the eyes as she smiled
and kissed me on the lips.

   "It's cool if I come back after work, right?  I was kinda planning on
crashing here tonight anyway," she said, and I was a little shocked at the
way she'd asked, almost like she was afraid that I'd say no.

   "Of course you can!  I'm gonna need that coffee cup back after all." I
said, smiling at her reassuringly.

   "Good!" She replied as she turned towards the front door.  "I'm gonna
need something, too." Katie smiled at me over her shoulder as she opened
the door and stepped back out into the cool morning air, pulling it closed
behind her.

   I turned the TV off as I listened to her drive away, replaying the
events that had just occurred in my mind.  I decided to strip back off and
go get a shower of my own to warm me up.  Once under the hot water, it
struck me suddenly for the first time, not only did she call me Babe, but
she actually kissed me, on the lips!  I didn't know how she did it, but she
really kinda snuck all that up on me. 

   I got out of the shower, dried myself off, and wrapped the towel around
my waist before walking back out to the couch.  I stood there for a few
moments and just looked down at where we'd been sitting, trying to imagine
how our interactions that morning would've looked to someone standing where
I was, observing them.  I decided that as exciting as it might have been to
bear witness to everything, it was much better living it firsthand.

   With that in mind, I laid down on the couch, stretched out, and pulled
my towel off, throwing it on the floor in front of me for a nap before
Katie returned.