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 �>�Molly and the Roommates by Molly

   Molly and the Roommates, Chapt.  1

   When I was growing up, the most influential person in my life was not my
mother or father but my older sister, Mona.  We are both flaming redheads
and in adulthood look so much alike people often take us for twins (like
our older brothers who actually are twins).

   It was with Mona that I first experienced a generalized form of
dominant/submissive relationship.  Because she was older  -" and because of
her uber-strong personality  -" Mona always decided what movie we would
watch, told me how to dress, etc.  Of course part of my tendency to go
along with what she wanted was that she was always so freaking sure of
everything.  To this day, Mona always knows exactly what she wants  -"
while I tend to want multiple different things that conflict.

   As soon as she hit puberty, Mona not only knew she was gay, but came out
to our parents and everyone who would listen when she was only 13.  I was
eleven and sexual orientation had not even occurred to me yet, but I
decided that lesbianism was a fabulous idea because I wouldn't have to
marry an icky boy when I grew up.

   Alas, when my own sexuality blossomed, I decided that boys weren't so
icky  -" at least not all of them  -" yet I also had an appreciation for
girls.  My first kissing-fondling experiences were with a girl.  Because
Mona had paved the way for me, I felt perfectly comfortable being open
about dating girls (thought felt a little guilty when I dated a boy).

   For me, the gender of my significant other was just not that important.
However, something else was important instead -" something about me that
seemed to make me different from everyone else I knew; that made me
different even from everyone in every TV show or popular culture
representation I could find.  It seemed that no one on the planet was like
me, because the thing that I wanted was . . .  to be naked.

   I was aware that there were such things as nudists, but nobody I knew
was one.  Nobody on TV was one.  I found books and articles about them and
navigated through porn links trying to find real nudists on the Internet.
But even when I found them I didn -(TM)t relate with them because I didn
-(TM)t want to see those other people naked  -" certainly not the kids and
old people.  I just wanted to be nude myself and to do it among my regular
clothed friends, not off at some camp. 

   Mona was the only one who knew my secret, and although she teased me
about it she was also supportive  -" and being the kind of person she is,
she also made things happen.  Mona always had lots of friends, but her
closest pals were other jock lesbians from her sport teams, and it was
around these girls that I first went socially nude. 

   As I have written elsewhere, I set things in motion on my own by
allowing myself to be  -�caught -� naked by Mona and her pals, but I
assumed this would be a two-second experience  -" little more than a flash
that I could pretend was accidental.  But once that started, Mona refused
to  -�let -� me go get dressed, and I ended up staying naked for a couple
of hours in front of these other girls.  She played it as if she were 
-�forcing -� me to do it, but actually she was bestowing on me a fabulous
gift of this experience. 

   Being jocks, Mona -(TM)s friends were comfortable with locker room
nudity and treated my nakedness with casual acceptance mixed with just the
right amount of winking smiles to tell me they were enjoying it.  That
afternoon I knew with certainty that THIS was what I wanted in life.  I
wasn't sure whether I wanted a boyfriend or a girlfriend, but I knew I
wanted to be the only person naked in the room.

   When I first went to college, I signed up to live in an all-girls dorm
and was hoping that at least some other girls would be like me, but again I
seemed to be the only one.  Some girls seemed nonchalant about being naked,
but didn -(TM)t seem to care much either way.  Most girls were (I thought)
amazingly shy, even just around other girls, covering themselves with
towels or robes every second except when getting in and out of the shower.

   I eased my way into it  -" being afraid of a negative reaction  -" and
by the middle of my freshman year I was going naked pretty everywhere on my
floor.  Each floor had its own kitchenette and common room, and I was
always naked in those places.  I loved that the other girls on my floor
would dare me to go to other floors or all the way down to the first floor
lobby where the vending machines were  -" and where I risked being seen by
boys. 

   Boys weren -(TM)t technically allowed beyond the lobby, and the RAs
generally enforced that rule, but plenty of boyfriends were smuggled
upstairs.  I discovered I did not feel embarrassed in the slightest to be
seen by them, and avoided them only if their girlfriends seemed
uncomfortable.

   Later in college, I lived in off-campus apartments where there were no
RAs or rules to limit my choices, yet it wasn -(TM)t really as good.  My
roommates were female, but we all had boyfriends.  My boyfriend at that
time could never decide how he felt about me going naked in front of other
guys and we broke up when he tried to give me an ultimatum not to do that
anymore.

   But he wasn -(TM)t the only problem.  I had some other bad experiences
around guys.  Nobody ever tried to rape me or anything, but drunk college
boys just aren -(TM)t very good at respecting the boundaries of a naked
girl.  And a drunk naked girl really needs someone else looking out for
her. So at some point I stopped doing that for a while  -" but I longed for
that special feeling that I had experienced most purely and most innocently
among my sister -(TM)s friends.

   By the time I graduated, I was with a different boyfriend and we were
pretty hot for each other so I was mostly just going nude around him.  As
it happened, the end of college came when we were at the high point in our
romance and could not bear to be separated  -" so Scott and I decided to
move together to a city where we could both get jobs. 

   He wanted to move someplace cool like Seattle or Portland, but that was
too far away for me.  There was only one city I would consider because that
was the city near which Mona now lived  -" with her future wife, Libby.

   Psychologists say that we seek mates who are similar in some way to our
parents.  But for me and Mona that formative influence seems to have been
each other.  Jack (the man I am with nowadays) is like Mona in that he is
confident and unflappable, always knowing what to do in any situation.  If
there is ever a zombie apocalypse or some breakdown in society, these are
two people you would want in your tribe.

   Meanwhile, Mona had been so tickled by her kid sister -(TM)s quirky
obsession with nudity that it made an imprint on her and she always sought
out girlfriends who wee willing to hang out naked.  Most of them only did
it to please her, but Libby, the girl she eventually married, is a real
nudist  -" moreso even than me.  She -(TM)s the kind of person who is so
comfortable being nude that she would totally forget and leave the house
that way.  (I have left my house naked on various occasions, but I assure
you I never FORGOT that I was naked).

   By the time I was graduating from college, Mona had already gotten a
good job in the finance sector, made a bunch of money in stocks and real
estate, and had purchased an old farm an hour -(TM)s drive from a certain
large city in the American Midwest.  So that -(TM) the city I chose when
Scott and I were deciding where to relocate after college. 

   I never regretting choosing that location, but I did soon regret
choosing to move here with him.  I liked Scott a lot.  We had fun together,
but . . .  I wasn't in love with him.  Worse, I knew I was simply never
going to fall in love with him, and I count among my collected sins
allowing him believe I might. 

   For six months we lived together in a sterile, lifeless apartment that I
could not bring myself to decorate.  I did not unpack all of my boxes.  He
eventually guessed and I told him I wanted to break up.  For a few more
weeks we were pathetic platonic roommates  -" because even though it was a
crappy apartment I couldn -(TM)t afford my own place yet.  He told me he
loved me and wanted things to work out.  So I knew I had to move out
because it just wasn -(TM)t fair to him for me to stick around.

   Fortunately, by this time I had begun making friends at work, and
through one of those friends I found a new place to live with a bunch of
roommates, and that is where this story actually begins . . . 



   Molly and the Roommates, Chapt.  2 Sat May 14, 2016 20:31 50.129.77.166

   So I was l living in a depressing apartment with my ex-boyfriend (we
slept in separate rooms), and working at a job I didn -(TM)t like.  I could
visit my sister on weekends, and I loved doing that because she had a lot
of outdoor space where I could run around naked without anyone seeing. 

   The company where I worked was big enough to have its own cafeteria, and
there in the lunchtime crowd I met Shelly  -" actually I heard her before I
saw her.  Her voice and laugh rose above the lunchtime din.  She was having
an loud argument with an uncooperative vending machine.  I started joking
with her about it and from that point on we were meeting for lunch every
day.  She had a girlfriend and wasn't my romantic type anyway so we
comfortably fell into a platonic friendship in which there was room for a
little flirtation around the edges.

   Through Shelly, I started playing on a softball team where I met "Bea"
and "Dee," a forty-something, leather-wearing dyke couple.  They had
genteel-sounding Southern accents, but cussed like sailors and seemed able
to answer any question with a quaint idiom into which they had inserted
swear words.  If a movie or recipe turned out less impressive than
expected, one of them would say "well, that didn't blow my f#ckin dress
up." I giggled the first time I heard that one because I was pretty sure
neither of them had worn a dress since middle school.  Bea read my mind and
added,  -�that being a f#ckin metaphor. -�

   We would go out drinking after games and practices (sometimes instead of
practices), and I started telling them my convoluted romantic troubles,
which went beyond my breakup with Scott.  I had very recently developed two
infatuations  -" one of them with a perky little blonde girl from my gym
whose name I didn -(TM)t even know.  The second was Jack, whom I had just
met the last time I was at my sister -(TM)s house (not while I was naked).

   Unlike boyish Scott, Jack was lumberjack-handsome with broad shoulders,
strong hands, a nice beard and hair like the mane of a horse.  However, I
got a distinct vibe that was still in love with his former college
girlfriend, Libby.  Yes, THAT Libby.  That is a totally a different story
from the one I -(TM)m trying to tell, so I -(TM)ll skip the backstory on
that.  All that matters here is that I was very, very much attracted to
him, but was convinced (not quite correctly as it turned out) that he had
romantic feelings for a woman other than me. 

   My new butch friends got a kick out of listening to my girly-girl soap
opera stories of not-quite romance, but I got their full attention when I
started talking about nudity.  Relishing having just the right audience, I
related in lavish detail my lifelong compulsion to go nude.  I was totally
blowing their dresses up.

   Bea and Dee invited me for dinner at the peeling-yellow Victorian house
they owned in the heart of downtown.  They shared the house with four other
women, two of whom I'd already met on the softball team.

   It was a gigantic old house -- with huge, high-ceilinged rooms and a
kitchen so big it had room to spare even with 10 people sitting around a
thick-legged wooden table.  Great music came from multiple speakers tacked
up among the shelves and hanging pots.  And there was alcohol -- beer and
wine in abundance during preparation and consuming of the meal, and
afterwards a bottle of Jack Daniels and some shot glasses sat on the
countertop for any who wanted a jolt. 

   Between dinner and desert, Bea and Dee took me on a tour of the house --
up the grand front staircase to the second floor where most of the women
had their bedrooms, and then up another flight to the smaller rooms on the
third floor where servants once lived.  They opened the door to a tiny room
barely big enough to hold a twin bed and a dresser.

   "This here -(TM)s the only room we have open right now," Dee said
apologetically.   -�It -(TM)s bitty, hon, but we can rent it to you real
cheap if you want it."

   And oh did I want it!  Desperately.  I didn -(TM)t care that it was the
size of a walk-in closet, It was perfect because (1) I could afford it, (2)
I could move in the very next day and (3) I already felt I belonged with
these six women as much as I had ever belonged in any group.  In terms of
love, well, of course I loved my birth family in a deeper way, but I knew I
could be my true self among these women, which also meant  -" I hoped  -"
that I could be eventually be nude among them. 

   I moved in the next day. 

   The Roommates gave me a little space in their garage to store some of my
stuff, but I still had to get rid a bunch because there was zero space in
my new bedroom.  It had a twin bed and a vanity-style dresser that could
serve as a desk.  Instead of a chair it had a piano bench that slid under
it or could be used as a bed table.  The remaining unused area of floor
amounted to four squares of linoleum.  The room had no closet because it
was a closet itself, so my entire wardrobe (except winter things stored in
the garage) had to fit into the little vanity drawers or hang from a hook.
Yet it was a beautiful room because its entire exterior wall was filled by
a window made of little square panes of stained glass that rattled
loose-fitting in the wind and through which the sunlight streamed each
morning.  It was like being in a tiny cathedral.

   Just like when first went to college and lived in a dorm, I knew that
the most natural opportunity for me to be nude would be in and around the
bathroom.  There was only one bathroom, and it was down one flight on the
second floor.  The narrow servants -(TM) staircase wound down right next to
the bathroom.  That first night I woke up at 3 a.m.  and convinced myself
that I had to pee.  I -(TM)d been sleeping naked since high school and if I
still owned a robe it was in a box in the garage, so what else could I do,
right?  I tiptoed down the squeaky stairway and stood on the second floor
landing listening to the sleeping, creaky house.  I took care of my
business in the bathroom and went back up the stairs to my room  -" my
first time naked and no one saw me.

   A couple days later it was a Monday morning and everyone was getting
ready for work.  I stood at the top of the stairway on the third floor for
a few minutes listening to the bustle of the house awakening.  Naked, I
padded down the little stairway and peeked around the corner where Kay in
her bathrobe waited by the open bathroom door. 

   Suddenly unsure of myself, I almost backed away, but she saw me and
started talking nonstop, explaining how the bathroom routine worked in the
mornings.  "So you're next line after me for the showah," she said in her
New York accent, "but if you hafta do your business, the toilet's free
right now, and as you see we have that pretty oriental screen around the
toilet for your privacy.  I dunno if I can still say  -~oriental -(TM)
screen.  Maybe it -(TM)s asian screen now.  But that makes it private so
even when when ya doin' Numbah Two leave open the bathroom doooah.  If ya
not puking up ya dinnah or giving birth, leave open the dooah. -�

   I definitely had to pee so I went in and sat down.

   "Morning, Miss Molly, -� Bea -(TM)s voice came from the steamy shower.
"Kay, show her the coffee when she -(TM)s done tinklin -(TM).  I'll be done
in five minutes.''

   "C'mon," Kay said, taking me by the elbow as I finished washing my
hands.  -�We only got a couple minutes. -�

   She led the way and I followed her down the staircase, gleeful that I
was naked in the kitchen so soon.  I thought I was going to have to work my
way up to that.  "The coffeepot turns itself on at 6 a.m. -� Kay explained,
 -�and there's instructions taped up for how to make a second pot if you
ever need to. -�

   She was nonchalant about my nudity but not did not act oblivious to it.
"You look so pretty like that," she told me.  "It's nice you're comfortable
in your altogethers, cause most of us ain -(TM)t very, but we -(TM)re the
ones that -(TM)s wrong, not you, sweetie  -" you got it right. -� She
glanced down at my midsection, grinning.  "And there ain -(TM)t no doubt
you're a natural redhead, is there, though I knew you was anyway, pubic
hair aside.  You have the complexion, the freckles, the blue eyes.  So here
are the cups on this shelf.  Use any that you like, and if you have a
personal one you want saved for you, those we keep ovah hee-yah. -�

    -�Time!" Bea yelled down the stairway, and Kay headed back up to take
her turn.  "Molly's aftah me, then youse two can decide who -(TM)s next.  I
just showed her the coffee."

   I selected a bright green cup that I could tell was handmade because it
was slightly lopsided and poured myself some coffee as Elle and Shelly came
into the kitchen grinning at my nakedness.

    -�My, my, don -(TM)t you look nice! -� Shelly declared.   -�Damn, I
could get used to waking up to the sight of you every morning. -�

    -�Down, girl, -� Elle said to Shelly.   -�So Molly, did Kay tell you
all the kitchen etiquette? -�

   Suddenly I felt a wave of fear that I had misunderstood.   -�Omigod, -�
I gasped involuntarily.   -�I probably shouldn -(TM)t be naked in the
kitchen.  I -(TM)m sorry, I -" -�

    -�Oh yes you should! -� Shelly laughed.

    -�I meant refrigerator etiquette, -� Elle said.   -�Goodness, no, we
would never have a rule against you being naked in the kitchen. -�

    -�We should have a rule the other direction, -� Shelly said, looking me
up and down again.   -�I -(TM)d vote for that. -�

    -�So about the ref-FRIDG-erator, -� Elle repeated, and explained all
the little customs of the house and then Kay called down that it was my
turn in the shower and I dashed up the stairway with my coffee.





   Molly and the Roommates, Chapt.  3 Sat May 14, 2016 20:32 50.129.77.166

   That day at work, I replayed every second of this little experience,
reveling not just in what actually happened (which wasn -(TM)t that much,
of course), but what it meant for me going forward.  That very evening, I
decided, I was going to be naked at dinner!

   But I didn -(TM)t that night.  When I got home, the kitchen was busy
with dinner preparations and drinking.  The hubbub of voices coming from
the kitchen sounded like more than just the Roommates, and it was.  There
were already four or five visitors that I had never met -" including a
male. He was the husband of one of the many Ex-Roommates.  I did know her
already, but of course I had never been nude around her yet.

   I had no problem going nude in front of a guy, but as in college I was
more concerned about how the girlfriend feels about it.  So I didn -(TM)t
go naked that night.

   The next morning, the Roommates were again all getting ready for work,
and again I went downstairs to the kitchen naked to get coffee  -" in my
own personal lopsided green cup.  I didn -(TM)t actually have to be
anywhere for a couple hours so I kept letting others go ahead of me in the
shower  -" which meant I had more time to hang out naked in the kitchen
munching coffeecake and chatting with anyone who came down the stairs. 

   When I finally took my turn in the shower, I hurried though it so I
could stand steamy naked in the hallway in front of the full length mirror
putting on my body lotion.  Elle and Shelly were closing their bedroom
door, ready to leave for work.  As they walked past me towards the front
stairwell, Shelly gave me a little pat on the behind the way she had many
times when we were playing softball.  But my butt had never been bare on
those occasions.

   Throughout that first week or so, that was my pattern.  I would go naked
in the mornings, vowing to myself that I would also do it that evening. 
But then I wouldn -(TM)t, usually because there were guests or because I
feared someone would show up any moment.  I hadn -(TM)t lived there long
enough to know the patterns, but I already knew there were several
Ex-Roommates who still had their keys and came and went as they chose. 
Others seemed to drop in unannounced, and that was clearly fine with Bea
and Dee, who always made plenty to eat or would whip up a quick omelette if
anyone was hungry.

   On one of these evenings after everyone had left and I was saying
goodnight to the Roommates, Kay said to me,  -�Molly, I just want say again
that we -(TM)re all so glad you've joined our little family.  You really
brighten up this place. -� 

    -�Especially in the mornings," Shelly added with a grin.   -�I almost
need sunglasses, it -(TM)s so bright in mornings. -� The others hooted and
laughed at this and I felt embarrassed, but of course this is what I
wanted. 

    -�Speaking of that, I was wondering, -� Kay said,  -�and you can tell
me it ain -(TM)t my business, but are you just a morning nudist but not one
at night?  Is that a thing? -�

    -�No, I -(TM)m a -" I feel the same way in the evenings. -� I
stammered, feeling myself blushing.   -�It -(TM)s just that there are other
people here at night and I figured some of them might not want to . . . 
see me naked. -�

   Shelly snorted a laugh.   -�Are you kidding?  Listen Molly, your body -"
-�

    -�Let me handle this, sugar, -� Bea interrupted.   -�You -(TM)re just
going to make it sound all dirty. -� Turning to me she said,  -�Honeypot,
in this house you can go naked whenever and wherever the f#ck you please,
and it don -(TM)t matter who else is here because they don -(TM)t have a
f#ckin say in it  -" not that anybody in their right mind wouldn -(TM)t
want to see you naked. -�

   Everyone cheered and threw back the remains of their drinks, and then
Shelly said,  -�yeah, Bea, that was SO much classier than how I woulda said
it. -�

   The next day was a Saturday, and I had a really long day at work and
other things I had to do so I was away from the house most of the day and
came dragging in starved and grungy well after dinnertime.  Dee, as always,
made sure there was still food warm on the stove, but it was something
spicy and I decided I just wanted popcorn.  Popcorn and a stiff drink. 

   My stiff drink of choice is normally a vodka tonic, but the Roommates
had made a pitcher of mai this Dee poured me a glass and as I took the
first sip my upper lip tingled.  This was a kick-ass-strong drink, but
well-timed.

   "Want me to fix you up some popcorn, Sunshine," she asked.

    -�I -(TM)d love that," I said, "but first I need to take a quick shower
first." 

   As I headed up the narrow staircase trying not to spill the too-strong
drink, Kay called after me  -�and remember, you -(TM)re welcome to stay in
your altogethers after.  If you want, of course.  Up to you. -�

    -�Do it, Molly, do it! -� Shelly yelled, and I heard the other
Roommates hooting out their agreement.

   I went up to my room and undressed, then back down to the bathroom where
I carefully placed my too-strong drink on the toilet tank and pinned up my
hair so it wouldn -(TM)t get wet.  While I showered, I reached out for my
glass now and then, and by the time I stepped out of the shower, it was
half empty and I was totally feeling the buzz. 

   Out in the hallway, I stood in front of the full-lento mirror and let
down my hair.  It had remained mostly dry, but the humidity frizzed it out
and I just ran my fingers through it to poof it out more and let it be as
wild as it wanted to be.  I considered putting on a dab of makeup, but
decided I wanted to just be squeaky-clean and natural.

   My glass now nearly empty, I made my unsteady way back down the twisting
stairway and made my entrance without bothering to peek through the door
first.  The Roommates cheered and clapped and told me I was beautiful, and
I basked in their attention, but I also I realized there were several more
people in the room than there -(TM)d been before  -" including a really
cute girl I had never met in my life.

   For a second I was unsure of myself and stood rooted to the floor until
until Bea came over with the mai tai pitcher and refilled my glass.  She
took me by the elbow, saying, -�let -(TM)s get y -(TM)all met up, -� and
led me over to the girl, calling out  -�Mandy, this here -(TM)s Molly. -�

    -�You are SO adorable! -� Mandy gushed, grabbing my free hand in both
of hers.   -�I LOVE that you -(TM)re a nudist!  That is so aMAZing! -�
Mandy, I would learn, ALLways punctuated SOME word in each sentence.  She
had green highlights in her hair, three rings in her lower lip and a tattoo
on her chest that peeked out over her tank top.

   Dee was serving up fat slices of coconut cream pie, and we all carried
our plates into the living room.  What the Roommates called  -�the living
room -� was actually two large rooms  -" one of them having once been the
formal dining room.  Over the years they had collected various couches,
love seats and easy chairs that did not match and these were arranged in a
maze of clusters that made the place look like a used furniture store.  The
space looked even bigger than it was because the walls were covered by
dozens of antique mirrors with ornate carved plaster frames.  None of them
matched, but were assembled by shape like puzzle pieces with only two or
three inches of exposed wallpaper between them.

   This meant, of course, that I could see myself from a choice of angles
as I maneuvered through the maze to take a spot on a leather sofa, exulting
in the first cool touch of leather against my bare bottom.

   We talked and drank and I must admit I got rather hammered.  I have no
recollection of who said what we talked about  -" except for those lovely
moments when my nudity was mentioned.  I remember we all got up and danced
when certain songs came on, and I would watch myself dancing in the
mirrors. I remember hugging everyone before I went up to bed, exhaustion
and rum catching up with me.  I remember flopping onto my narrow little
bed, and I remember that it only took about five seconds for me to have an
orgasm.  And I remember being very, very happy.

   I woke up with a bit of a headache that Sunday  -" but also with a smile
as I recalled the previous night.  I could smell bacon and coffee and hear
the voices of public radio mixed with the occasional laugh that I
recognized as Dee -(TM)s.  Stopping only to pee and brush my teeth, I
scampered happily down to the kitchen.

    -�Morning, Sunshine, -� Dee said.   -�Looks like you can handle your
liquor better than this one. -� She was talking about Shelly, who sat at
the kitchen table holding her head. 

    -�Stop talking so loud, -� Shelly groaned.

    -�Molly, you help yourself now.  They -(TM)s plenty. -�

   Shelly squinted at me and said,  -�looking at you helps.  Did I tell you
last night how good you look naked? -�

    -�Shel, -� Bea warned.   -�She don -(TM)t want to hear that talk. -�

    -�Yes she does.  Don -(TM)t you, Molly? -�

    -�You did compliment me last night, -� I said demurely, not quite
answering her question.   -�Several times.  But I don -(TM)t mind. -�

   I was famished and gladly made myself a plate and sat down at the table.
Meantime two or three more Roommates had come downstairs in various stages
of hangover.  By now of course, it was normal for me to be naked in the
kitchen first thing in the morning, but the Roommates still gave me nice
looks to show they appreciated me. 

   So I was enjoying another naked breakfast, but I was formulating bigger
plans for the day.  It was my day off from school and work and I had no
obligations that would take me out of the house, so I decided to try to
remain continuously naked the entire day.



   Molly and the Roommates, Chapt.  4 Sat May 14, 2016 20:33 50.129.77.166



   So I made it my goal to remain nude constantly the whole day until the
next morning.  It was Sunday and I didn -(TM)t have to go anywhere, but I
did have a paper I needed to write so when I was done eating breakfast I
went back upstairs to get my laptop and brought it back down.  Not only was
I going to stay naked all day, I decided, but I was going to spend as much
time as possible downstairs where everyone could see me.

   For the next hour, I worked at the kitchen table as the rest of the
roommates trickled downstairs.  Later, I migrated into the living room
where I settled on one of the comfy couches to keep working on my paper. 
For the next few hours I kept at it as people came and went.  By early
afternoon, my eyes were tired and I decided to take a break.  The house was
quiet and I stretched out on the couch and fell asleep.

   I must have slept for a solid hour, and as I started to wake up I did
what I often do when I -(TM)m still half asleep.  My right hand was gliding
up and down my body from the beginning of pubic hair up to the undersides
of my breasts.  My eyes were still closed and I had forgotten I was on a
couch in the living room and not in my private little bedroom.  So I was
caressing myself up and down, touching a nipple, then back down again, and
this time my fingers made it all the way down between.  This time my hand
did not come back up again and as my middle finger worked its way inside of
me to became warm and wet, a little voice inside my head was asking me how
come I could hear the radio so much louder than usual, and what was that
clinking noise that sounded like ice cubes in a glass.

   I opened my eyes and was only now fully awake, my forgotten finger still
halfway inside.  I lifted my head enough to look around the room, relieved
at first that it appeared to be empty.  But there was that little ice cube
tinkle again and when I looked towards the sound I saw the figure of a man
in silhouette against the backlighting from the window.  I could tell he
was wearing a fedora and a suit with padded shoulders.

   Right about this time that little voice in my head reminded me that my
finger was still in my pussy and I yanked my hand away from my crotch.

    -�Pardon me, -� a woman -(TM)s voice said as the figure stepped forward
away from the window and taking off her hat.   -�Don -(TM)t let me
interrupt. -�

   She was Barbie-doll beautiful, but a vintage man -(TM)s suit and Clark
Kent glasses, her blonde hair was buzzed into a dramatic flat-top.  By now
I was on my feet and Dee came bustling in from the kitchen.

    -�Oh good, you -(TM)re awake, -� she said to me, and then to the woman
she said,  -�Jaye, are you behaving yourself? -�

    -�I was way over there the whole time, -� Jaye said, gesturing at the
window with her highball glass.   -�I could use another scotch. -�

    -�Get it yourself, -� Dee said.   -�Molly, this is Jaye.  Jaye, this is
Molly. -�

   Jaye stepped closer, extending her right hand.  We both knew where my
right hand had just been.  I hurriedly wiped my wet finger on my butt cheek
and held out my hand. 

    -�Enchanted, -� Jaye said, bending down with a flourish to kiss my
hand, but the part of my hand her lips made contact with was the second
knuckle of my middle finger.

    -�Now you two come help me in the kitchen, -� Dee ordered and we
followed her to be given little tasks.  Jaye stopped to make herself
another scotch first, looking like she -(TM)d just walked off the set of a
lesbian version of  -�Mad Men. -� It gave me a chance to get a look at her
when she wasn -(TM)t staring back at me.  Behind those glasses she had big
eyes, a pert little nose and poofy lips.  If Mattel ever made a  -�Butch
Barbie, -� this is what she -(TM)d look like.

   I heard the front door screen slam shut and several of the Roommates
trooped in, along with two other women that I -(TM)d met a couple times and
liked.  This was the first time they -(TM)d seen me nude, but had heard
about my little coming out party the previous night.  So they fussed over
me a bit, giving me lots of compliments.

   Before I knew it dinner was ready and I felt exultant as we all sat down
at the table.  Jaye took the seat to my left and we chatted through dinner.
I learned she was a lawyer specializing in tech company mergers and
partnerships.  She didn -(TM)t actually practice law much, she told me. 
Mostly she found two groups of people who needed each other but didn -(TM)t
know it yet, and she would get them together and broker a deal  -" from
which she always made a nice fee.

   During that conversation she rarely missed a chance to look at my body,
and I did not mind that at all.  Dinner included crusty dinner roles and
when I bit into one crumbs fell into my lap.  I giggled as I picked them
out of my pubic hair, while Jaye stopped eating and watched without even
pretending not to. 

   After dinner, as I was helping clean the kitchen, Jaye made herself
another drink and ogled me the whole time.  After I was done with my task I
went up to her and put my hands on my hips.   -�And what are you looking
at, -� I demanded.

    -�I was admiring your freckles, -� she replied, letting her eyes roam
all over me,  -�trying to pick out my favorite constellation.  I think it
might be this one. -� Here, she slowly brought her finger to my left
shoulder and lightly touched my skin.  Somehow I felt that touch as if it
was spreading all across the surface of my body.

    -�Oh? -� I said.   -�What about this one? -� I put my finger on a spot
on my left breast just above the nipple.   -�Are you sure you don't like
this one better. -� I probably didn -(TM)t even have freckles on that spot,
but that didn -(TM)t matter to either of us.

    -�I think you may be right, -� she replied thoughtfully and leaned down
to get a closer look.   -�I just can -(TM)t decide. -� She was slowly
bringing her index finger closer and closer to my breast and I was tempted
to let her touch me on that spot.  Instead, I took a step backwards and
held out my wine glass between us. 

    -�Would you be a dear and fetch me some more wine, please? -� We both
looked at the glass, which was still half full.  I quickly brought the
glass to my lips and took a huge gulp, but as I tried to swallow it a
little trickle escaped from the corner of my mouth, dripped onto my chest
and rolled down my stomach with a cold tickle.  I held my now-empty glass
back out to her. 

   While Jaye performed her errand, I attached myself to a cluster of
people and was chattering about something by the time she made it back.  I
accepted the glass without looking at her as I continued my story. 

   After that night, I felt free to go naked whenever I wanted  -" and I
pretty much always wanted to.  I would come home and walk through the
kitchen, pausing to chat with whoever happened to be home.  But pretty soon
I would head up the back stairwell to my room to undress.  On the way back
down I -(TM)d stop at the bathroom to freshen up or take a quick shower,
and then I -(TM)d be down in the kitchen naked in time for dinner  -" and
often by then Jaye had arrived and our little flirtation would continue. 

   I was so intrigued by her.  She had a fabulous wardrobe, but always wore
men -(TM)s suits of one kind or another, usually with a colorful
handkerchief in her breast pocket and sometimes a flower in her lapel. 

   Jaye liked to pick something about my body to compliment and use that as
an excuse to examine that part up close.  At first, she was careful to
focus on the non-sexual parts.  She could talk at length about the alleged
perfection of my earlobes, or my belly button.  Sometimes she would gently
touch the spot in question, and that little touch was always electrifying.
When she gently inserted the tip of her finger into my belly button it felt
as though she had reached inside of me to caress parts of me normally
accessed from a different direction.

   My freckles were an endless source of interest for her, and one time she
asked me if there was anyplace on my body where I did NOT have them.

    -�I don -(TM)t know, -� I said.   -�Maybe under my arms? -� I dutifully
raised one arm and then the other so she could have an ultra-close look  -"
our faces so close together we could have kissed  -" and I started
wondering when we would.

   Finding a few random freckles there, she next proposed checking the
bottoms of my feet so I leaned back against the kitchen counter for support
and held one leg out perpendicular to the floor as she held it up by the
heel.  Scooting over a chair, she and sat down so she could give the bottom
of my foot a good look.  But we both knew that as she did this she was also
gazing up the inside of my leg to another location where I was now quite
exposed.  She opened her mouth, about to say something, so I gave her a
warning look to tell her we would not be looking for freckles in that
location.

   Another night, we were just standing there talking when Shelly walked
past and gave me a loud slap on the butt as she went by. 

   A look of delight pushed Jaye -(TM)s customary smirk aside and she
whispered,  -�could I do that sometime? -�

   I laughed.   -�Maybe after we -(TM)ve known each other a little longer.
-�

    -�Well then, -� she said, taking a sip of her scotch.   -�I look
forward to that day. -�