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 ï>¿My Exhibitionist Best Friend by skkta

   My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt.  01

   A friend starts her journey to being an exhibitionist.

   Prologue

   This is the story of how my best friend discovered that she is an
exhibitionist, how I found out, and how I somehow ended up with near total
control over her increasingly public nudity.  And it all started with just
one unexpected statement over dinner.

   *****

   "We could model for each other.  That could be fun."

   Those were not the words I expected to hear from Emily while talking
about the figure drawing class we were taking.  My college industrial
design class was studying abroad for a month over the summer, and we were
halfway through a special weeklong figure drawing course meant to expose us
to other forms of art.  This was not really our kind of art and none of us
had any experience with something like this.  But I think we were all
enjoying it, both for the artistic education and the ability to get to
stare at a naked French woman for two hours at a time.  That part may have
just been me, but odds are that more than a few in my class were enjoying
the sight.

   After a long day of our various classes, my two best friends and I went
to dinner like we had been doing so many nights.  I, Ben, sat on one side
and Emily and Laura sat opposite.  We had been close friends since the
start of college.

   "I really didn't know what to expect with this figure drawing class, but
it's been pretty fun," I said at some point in the conversation.

   Laura said, "I can't believe that were already over half way through
though.  I feel like I'm just now figuring out how to draw people that
actually look like something.  I've always wanted to get good at that and
this is helping a ton."

   "Same, I can see so much of a difference so far.  I would love to stick
with this and see how much better I could get.  It's fun," I said, voicing
aloud just half of the reason for my desire to continue with figure
drawing.

   "I'd like that too.  I think there are actually some classes back at
college, not sure if we can get in them though since it's not for our
major," replied Laura.

   I began to imagine that incredible situation.  Taking a semester long
class of getting to look at naked people- aka appreciate the form of the
human body.  And the models would be fellow college students instead of an
anonymous though very attractive French woman.  Maybe it would be someone I
knew from a different class.  Maybe it would be one of the really hot
cheerleader types.  Anyone would be fantastic actually, just because I
would know that they are just a college student like me.

   I broke from my momentary fantasy when I heard Emily say, "Well if we
really want to keep it up and can't find c class to take, we could model
for each other.  That could be fun."

   We both looked back at her, maybe a little unsure of what we heard at
first.  Laura chuckled a little and said, "Good joke Emily.  Can't imagine
doing something like that." I said nothing.

   "Well I was kind of serious about that.  I'd really like to keep on
practicing my figure drawing too, and if I couldn't find a better way to do
it, I feel like us drawing each other would be an ok option," Emily said.
"But I'll just try to find a class to take when we get back."

   Again I said nothing.  Because I didn't know how to properly respond to
the variety of thoughts running though my head at the time.  I was suddenly
imagining seeing my friends naked standing there on the podium, letting me
look over every inch of them.  And then I was imagining myself standing
there just as naked, watching them scan over my body.  It was a lot of
mental images at once.  I loved it.

   But then the conversation moved on.  Dinner continued and then the night
was over.  During the remaining days of class, I kept the thought of that
suggestion and that fantasy in my mind, but there was never any more
mention of it with Emily and Laura.

   The summer ended and we went back home, back to a normal school life
where we didn't discuss being naked.  Yet.

   Chapter 1

   After the summer, it was time to go back to school.  We kept busy and we
stayed close friends.  Each of us lived in different dorm buildings on
campus with different roommates, but our class work kept us together often.
Still, Emily never mentioned her suggestion from that first dinner.

   For that fall semester, we had to take an interdisciplinary design class
of our choice.  Emily and Laura and I decided to pick a class together and
we somehow ended up in an architecture class.  Emily actually suggested it
and it sounded like a fun idea, so we signed up.  Laura and I didn't know a
ton about the class before the first day, but we trusted her
recommendation.

   The first week, the class were good but unremarkable.  It was a mix of
history and practical design exercises.  Nothing very out of the ordinary
for what we were used to doing, but we knew there was some kind of big
project coming soon from reading the syllabus.

   The second week in, we got more info about the biggest part of our
grade. It was to keep a daily sketchbook for the rest of the semester.  Ok,
that's not hard at all, I thought.  We sketch plenty for our other courses,
mostly products and small objects that we are designing.  I thought that we
could just use those sketches and satisfy the assignment with basically no
extra work.  The challenge to this big project was found when we read the
details on the assignment sheet together after class.  We were to sketch a
variety of subjects including objects, buildings, people, animals, plants,
and anything else we felt like sketching.  But if our book didn't have
variety to it, it said our grade would reflect that.

   "Ok so reading this, it looks like we are actually going to have to do
some new sketches for this project if we want a good grade," I said.

   "Looks like it," Laura agreed.  "Did you know about this part of the
class when you suggested it Emily?"

   "Yeah, my roommate mentioned it, but she's in studio art, so I guess she
just didn't make it sound as involved as it actually is.  I mean it's not
that difficult.  Just have to do some sketches every day of stuff we don't
normally sketch."

   We did our best for the next couple weeks to sketch what we thought was
variety, but to be honest, it was pretty heavy on the industrial design
stuff.  Its what we were already doing, so it was easy.  And we were busy
with other classes, so we basically had to just do what we could.

   At the two-week mark, the sketch books were collected for a quick
progress review.  I guess unsurprisingly, all three of us got notes saying
that we needed to draw other things from now on if we wanted a good grade.
The note said something about us needing us to broaden our skill set.  The
note suggested that we start picking more organic subjects.  Plants,
landscapes, people.  It also suggested to try some figure drawing to help
us get away from sketching rigid objects.

   I saw this note and immediately flashed back to the summer before, to
our week of figure drawing.  I guess Emily and Laura did too, because it
was the first thing that they mentioned when we started talking after
class.

   "Did you get the same note I did, about needing to draw organic objects?
Looks like I'm going to have to figure out how to draw people again.  Man,
I was so good before, I'm going to really have to get back in practice,"
Laura said first.

   "Yeah that's what mine said too," I responded.

   Emily followed, "Yeah same.  Well we did say at the time that we enjoyed
it and wanted to do it again sometime."

   "Very true," I said.  "Ok well I guess we need to look into where we can
do that around here.  Maybe there is still an art class we can get into? 
Or some club or something like that?"

   "My roommate is around the art building a lot, I'll ask her," said
Emily.

   "Fantastic," said Laura.  "Surely she'll have a suggestion.  There has
to be some way for us to draw people around here!"

   Later that night, we got a text from Emily with an update.

   "Talked to my roommate.  The art department has figure drawing classes,
but they are all full already this semester and there aren't any clubs that
do live drawing.  Her best suggestion is to sign up for a night course that
the local museum is doing.  It's $115 for 6 weeks of classes though."

   "That's way more than I expected, and we don't need that long a class
either," I replied first.

   "I don't really have the money to do that right now.  Plus we don't
exactly have the time to be taking a weekly night class," Laura texted.

   "Could we just not do any real figure drawing?  Maybe just sketch from
some pictures?" I said.

   "I don't think that will work.  I told my roommate that and she said
that you can always tell the difference between real figure drawing and
faking it.  Our teacher would definitely be able to see it and might not
give us the grade we want for that."

   "Ok.  Could you ask your roommate if there is any way to get a model to
help us out outside of a class Emily?  I'd hate to have to pay, but I guess
we could throw some cash at someone to help us out," I replied.

   "I can ask.  Not sure what she will say though," Said Emily.

   Laura replied, "We've got to be able to find someone that wants some
extra cash."

   There was a couple minute break at this point before anyone responded.
The chat bubbles came up a couple times but would then disappear.  Finally,
a text from Emily came through.

   "I'll just do it.  You guys can draw me.  Since its just for art and we
really need a model.  Strictly professional.  Oh but I also need to draw
one of you."

   Flashbacks to that dinner and her original suggestion hit me.  Did she
really just say that.  Could this be a serious suggestion?

   Laura responded first, quickly.  "Are you serious?  You'd be willing to
do that?"

   "Yeah serious.  We really need to be sketching from a live model and I'm
willing, I guess.  I think it's our best option right now."

   "Wow, I guess that would work out pretty well," I said.

   "Yeah this sounds like the best option we have!" replied Laura.

   "Ok then yeah I'll do it.  But like I said, I'm only half of this.  I
need someone to sketch too."

   Neither of us replied for the next minute or two.  Obviously neither of
us wanted to volunteer too quickly.  Part of me so wanted to say yes right
then, but I think I was too in shock about what was happening to put it
into words.

   Emily ended up replying first.  "You two can decide later since neither
of you seem too enthused.  Should we do it this weekend?  We need to have a
couple sketches before the next progress review.  We could do it once this
weekend and then again the next weekend maybe?"

   We both responded that we could make the weekend work.

   It was happening.  I was going to get to see Emily naked next weekend.
And there was a good chance that I would be just as naked in front of my
two best friends.  I was ecstatic.  And terrified.

   Surprisingly, we didn't talk about the subject at all for the next
couple days.  It was as if we never texted.  Classes as normal.

   Then Thursday night, Emily texted.  "Ok so we can do our sketching in my
dorm room this weekend.  Have you two talked about who else will be
posing?"

   "No we haven't.  Maybe we could just decide when we get there?" I
replied.

   "Ok, well since you can't decide, I have decided that I get to pick who
joins me.  Since I was the brave one to volunteer first.  I'll tell you
this weekend."

   "Wait what?" immediately replied Laura.

   "Yeah I think I have the right to pick my posing partner for this week.
So that's what I'm going to do."

   "That's making me a little nervous, but ok I guess," I texted.

   "How do you think I feel!  I'm the one that volunteered to pose in front
of my two best friends!  I've been nervous all week since suggesting it.  I
was afraid I would back out if I didn't text you two about it tonight."

   "Ha ok well sorry, and thank you.  This weekend sounds good for me. 
Saturday afternoon at 2:00?" I said.

   "Good for me," said Laura.

   "Perfect for me.  See you both on Saturday," finished Emily.

   Gulp.  This is happening.

   Saturday morning.  I wake up and immediately begin to think about what
is going to happen today.  I've got just a couple hours to fully prepare
mentally and physically for the sketching session.

   I've really always wanted to see Emily naked.  Laura too, but mostly
Emily.  As a college age male, I guess it is pretty standard to wonder what
your female friends look like undressed.  Emily is 5'7" or so.  Thin and
athletic.  A cup, but enough there.  Fully my type.  Laura is a little
taller and more average build, probably B cup.  Definitely still
attractive, but not my first choice.  There was a solid chance that I would
be seeing both of them naked today.  It was a little overwhelming.

   I decided that I needed to pre-masturbate before heading to Emily's
dorm. I also spent a good couple minutes checking myself out naked in the
mirror, to see what they might be seeing soon.  I procrastinated getting
ready to leave a little more than I should have.  Even though I was excited
for what would be happening, it was still a little bit surreally
impossible, like I would get there and it would have all been a joke.  So I
procrastinated having to face the reality of this actually or not actually
happening.  But finally, it was 1:45.  I had to leave to walk across campus
to her dorm room.

   I arrived at the front door and Emily met me there to let me in just a
couple minutes before 2:00.  Laura was already in the room, apparently she
got there very early.  We all sat in the living room and looked at each
other, knowing what was going to happen soon.  But actually, we started
talking about classes and other things.  Basically anything except
modeling, sketching, or what we knew was coming.

   Next thing we knew, it was almost 2:45 and no movements had been made
towards beginning our sketch session.  But then Laura looked at her phone
and said, "Hey guys, I have dinner plans with my roommates tonight, so if
we are going to do this, we really need to start soon."

   "I don't have a ton of time either," I said, looking over to Emily. 
"Ready to start?"

   Emily looked back at us, took a deep breath, and said, "Yes let's do
this.  Now I've thought a lot about how this is going to go.  I asked my
roommate for some tips about how we should do this."

   "Wait she knows about this?  I assumed this was going to be a secret,"
Laura said quickly.

   "Well after all my questions about joining a class, my roommate knew
about our issue, and asked what we decided to do.  I felt like I had to
tell her.  I trust her."

   "Ok.  Well no one else," replied Laura with some nervousness.

   "Ok so the plan.  I am going to model first.  We're going to do 3 or 4
10-minute poses with short break between.  I think that's a good
introduction for our first session.  And then after I pose, one of you does
the same.  If one of you doesn't volunteer, I get to pick.  Sounds good?"

   "Sounds as good as it's going to be.  I'm ready to get going," I said.
It was time.

   "I'm going to get ready in my room.  Get your drawing stuff out, I'll be
here in just a second," Emily said as she walked out of the room and closed
her door.

   Laura and I didn't really talk while getting ready.  In my mind, I knew
that I wanted to volunteer to pose second, but I also was afraid of being
too enthusiastic about it, and I knew that I would actually be terrified in
the moment.  I decided to not volunteer and take my chances.  Emily then
walked out from her room, wearing just a towel wrapped around her, like
fresh out of a shower.  She walked to the center of the living room, right
in front of the TV and across from the sofa we were on.

   "Models normally wear a robe, but I don't have one of those, so this is
the best you get.  Ready to start?"

   We both nodded.  Emily made eye contact with both of us, started a timer
on her phone, and then ceremoniously pulled the towel away from her body
and tossed it to the sofa to reveal herself to us.  She was fully and
completely naked and it was a glorious sight that I never thought I would
see.  She posed, putting her weight on one leg, one arm on her side, one on
her leg.  It was all visible, just like the view I had in that first figure
drawing class.  Her breasts were fuller than expected with tiny pink
nipples.  She was fully shaved and the slit of her vulva was clear.  She
looked immaculate.  She blushed immediately and avoided eye contact.  I
could tell this was a lot for her.

   I realized that I was still staring at had not yet drawing.  To be fair,
neither had Laura.  I guess having your best friend stand naked in front of
you is a little distracting for everyone.  I started sketching, and
surprisingly, it started coming back to me.  Guess I hadn't forgotten
everything from the class the year before.  I kept getting in the zone of
the sketch and forgetting that it was Emily I was drawing.  And then it
would hit me again and I would have to take an extended look at her body in
disbelief.  Luckily, figure drawing is a fantastic excuse for staring for
longer than socially acceptable.  Especially when it is tits that you are
staring at.

   Suddenly, the phone timer went off and it was over.  Emily broke her
pose and quickly reached over for the towel, wrapping herself up.  No one
said a word at first.  Too awkward.  She sat beside us with some
reservation.

   "So...  How do your drawings look?" asked Emily to break the tension.

   "Want to look?" I said, passing the sketchbook over to her.  She looked
intently and her eyes were wide, as if she finally realized the result of
what she was doing.

   "Wow.  Looks really great.  I'm impressed.  Yours looks great too Laura.
I didn't know that pose was going to look like that." After a pause, she
said, "I'm feeling very exposed right now.  Obviously.  But this is what I
volunteered for.  Ok I think I am ready for the next pose.  Do either of
you have any requests?" she said as she stood back up.

   "Uh no, however you want to pose is great for me," I said, hoping to not
betray my enthusiasm too much.

   "Ok, I'll just see what happens."

   She returned to her position in front of us, and yet again swiftly
pulled the towel away and tossed it.  This time she stood with her legs
slightly apart and rested her arms on her head, subtly pushing her torso
and breasts out further than normal.  As great as the previous pose was,
this was a major improvement.  It suited her frame and accentuated her
assets wonderfully.  I again stared a little too long before starting. 
This time, I think she noticed because she actually looked at us.

   The sketching moved quickly this time and the timer rang sooner than
expected.  She grabbed the towel again and sat down next to us, looking
over our work.

   "I felt much better than time," she started.  "I think this is something
I've just got to get used to."

   "That makes sense.  Being naked around other people isn't exactly the
most normal thing to be doing," replied Laura.  She then looked down,
realizing what might be coming soon for her.

   After a couple more minutes and a bathroom break, Emily returned for the
third pose.  This time, she decided to lay down, with one leg bent up and
her hands clasped on her stomach.  It was definitely a different view.  Her
vagina was covered so it was all boobs, but still a wonderful view for me.
This one again moved quickly.  The timer went off and something different
happened.  Emily stood up, walked over, and sat down next to us still
completely naked.  No towel involved.

   "I've decided that I need to get more comfortable with this, so I'm
going to skip the towel this time.  You two ok with that?"

   We both stared and silently nodded.  Somehow it was so very different to
have a naked friend standing in a pose in front of you and that same naked
friend sitting next to you as if it was nothing unusual.  I felt like I no
longer had the right to stare, even though I wanted to so badly.  I
painfully kept eye contact the whole time.  And I think she noticed.  We
made small talk for a couple minutes, longer than normal.  It was almost
like she was enjoying the nakedness and the affect it had on us. 
Eventually, she stood and said she wanted to do one more pose before we
switched models.  Laura and I looked at each other nervously.

   This time, Emily pulled a chair from the dining area over to the posing
area.  "I think I want to try a sitting pose this time." There was a bit of
a smile when she said that.

   She sat and slouched back, with her back just slightly arched and one
arm over her head.  Her legs had a slight spread to them, but not too much.
It was all I was looking at.  They were about a quarter spread, but it was
enough to see what she had between them.  I had not broken eye contact with
her vagina the entire time.  Once she was set, I looked up and saw that she
was starting directly at us, watching our reaction.  She knew what she was
doing.

   The sketching began, but this seemed to be the most challenging pose to
focus on.  I just kept wanting to stare at the pussy in front of me.  I
struggled through and managed a half decent sketch.  The timer went off and
I realized it was over.  Emily stood up and walked back in to her room,
saying she would be back in a minute.  A couple minutes passed as Laura and
I filled time before what we knew was next.  Then Emily walked back out,
now fully dressed as if she wasn't just naked and spread in front of us.

   "So how are your sketches looking?" she asked as she sat back down.  We
passed over all 4 and she inspected them for a minute.  "Wow, ok, that last
pose was a little more....  explicit than I thought it would be.  It felt
natural at the time."

   "It's ok, it made a really good drawing," Laura replied while slightly
blushing.

   "Ok well I think it's time to move on to the second half of todays
events.  Have you two made a decision yet?" Emily stated.

   "About that, don't you think we've done enough for today?" said Laura.

   "No because I don't have any sketches yet.  I can't draw myself, can I.
So I need one of you.  It's ok, I survived."

   In my mind I wanted to stand up and volunteer, but I couldn't get the
words to come out.  I wanted it, but my body wouldn't let me.  The choice
was quickly taken away from me.

   "Only fair to do both sexes today, so Ben, you are up.  Naked time for
you."

   Shit.  Naked time for me.

   "Ok Ben, I'm sure you remember the instructions, but I'll go over them
anyway" Emily said.  "Four 10 minute poses with breaks in between.  Go for
a variety of positions and poses.  And make sure to stay still during each
pose.  No moving or else we'll have to start again so we can get 4 good
sketches."

   "I can do that" I said, with a little tremble in my voice.  After she
picked me, I was able to go get undressed in her room and have a moment to
myself.  What was I about to do?  Emily just did this and it went ok, so no
reason to panic at this point.  Still, this was one of those nervous
moments that went on forever.  Being honest with myself, I was excited
about the idea of being naked in front of my friends.  I had an ok body
that was worth showing off.  This was the ideal situation to do it.  The
biggest fear that kept me nervous all week was the idea that I might get an
erection at some point.  I knew that since this idea sexually excited me in
some way, it might be hard to contain it.  I had to hope that the
embarrassment and adrenaline of the moment would keep it under control.

   So it was time to start.  I took my place at the center of the room.  It
seemed as if I was moving in slow motion as my hands reached down to pull
off the towel.  I clasped the fabric and pulled it away and off my body,
tossing it to the sofa in one move.  I turned and faced the sofa with my
full nakedness, making a pose that clearly showed off my front.  Emily and
Laura of course acted professional.  No comments, just looking and early
sketches.  I decided that I needed to not look at them and try to let my
mind wander to get through this without too much direct embarrassment.

   The timer quickly went off to mark the end of the first pose. 
Shockingly, it went by way faster than expected.  Laura tossed me the towel
and I covered up.  Like the first set, there was not a lot of talk at
first, and I was ok with that.  It was awkward of course, but felt good in
a way.  I was hoping that Emily and Laura enjoyed looking at my cock and I
was temped to take a look at their sketches and see how much detail they
ended up with, but decided to wait to look at the very end to keep the
mystery up.

   The second pose began.  I was starting to get used to the feeling after
a couple minutes of my second pose.  Or as used to the feeling you can be
when you know your two best friends are staring at your dick.  Moments
after this pose ended and I sat down, I heard a sound that nearly gave me a
panic attack.  The door opened.  Thank god that I was covered up.

   Zoe, Emily's roommate, entered.  Of course, she would be the only other
person to come in.  As the door closed, she said "Hey Emily, hope I'm not
interrupting.  My meeting ended early.  How's the figure drawing going?"

   "Your fine, were taking a break right now.  It's been good so far. 
We're about half way through.  Ben is modeling right now."

   I shyly waved, saying hi and feeling weird to be there greeting Zoe in
just a towel.  Zoe was a cool girl.  A hot girl.  She was an artist type,
naturally and effortlessly attractive.  I didn't really know her that well
but was occasionally friendly with her when hanging out with Emily.  She
would easily be near the top of my list for fantasy girls.  I instantly
felt a little embarrassed to be sitting here in a towel in front of her.

   There was some awkward introductions and greetings and a brief
discussion about how Zoe has a lot more practice with drawing from a model.
As an art student, she obviously had a lot of experience with it.  I perked
up when she mentioned that she had a lot of experience modeling too.

   "Yeah, when you are an artist, you always need new models, so everyone
around the studio ends up doing it at some point.  I like it actually. 
It's really relaxing, and builds some good self-confidence.  Plus if you
model for the college classes, it usually pays pretty great.  I do it for a
couple classes this semester."

   Oh how amazing would it be to be in one of those classes, I thought. 
But that would be a mental image for later, not now, when I am about to
pose naked again.

   Then Emily added, "Hey could you actually look over our sketches and
tell us what you think so far?  You may be able to show us some good tips."

   "Oh yeah I'd really appreciate that," added Laura.

   We all look and talked for a couple minute, going over the Emily
sketches and the ones of me so far.  But then Zoe suggested that she would
really be able to best help while they were starting on a new pose.  Oh no.

   "Ben, would you be ok with Zoe being here for the next pose to help us
out?  It's totally fine if you aren't ok with it," said Emily.

   I almost felt like I didn't have a choice here, even though of course I
did.  But I wanted to cooperate and sheepishly told her no problem as
coolly as I could while standing up and getting into position.  Zoe grabbed
her sketchbook from her room and set up right in front of me.  No turning
back now.

   I don't even remember what kind of pose I ended up with that time,
because I was so focused on not ending up with an erection in front of this
new and unexpected girl in the room.  She gave them a lot of good advice as
far as I could tell.  They were so intently discussing their drawings that
they didn't even notice at first when the alarm went off and I quickly
covered up.  The sketches from that round really were a big improvement I
had to admit.  Zoe knew what she was doing and she continued teaching for a
couple minutes.

   Emily then said that it was time for the last pose.  I stood back in
place, but before beginning, Zoe said "Hey wait just a second." She stood
up, put all her drawing things on the kitchen counter, and walked over by
me.  "I think it would help you two if you tried those tips with a female
model too."

   I admit that I did not understand what she really meant until the
clothes started coming off.

   Though I had seen a naked girl for a while earlier today, I realized
that I hadn't seen her strip to get that that naked point.  There is
something unbelievably sexier about watching the clothes come off in front
of you.

   Zoe smoothly lifted off her shirt and slid off her jeans in just a
couple seconds.  She was wearing matching teal blue underwear.  I would
have been incredibly happy just to see this, but it continued.  She showed
no hesitation to pull of her bra and then step out of her panties, leaving
her as the only one naked in the room since I was still wearing the towel.
God was she hot.  Similar body type to Emily, but slightly bigger breasts.
Toned legs lead to a pussy adorned with a neat black landing strip.  She
made a cute, show-offy pose towards the two girls and then turned to me and
said "Hope you don't mind.  Thought it might be fun to do a partners pose
and it'll help them too.  Let's start!"

   Gulp, I thought.  So here I am, supposed to be naked right next to a
fantastically hot naked girl, in front of my two best friends, and I have
to act like it is completely normal.  And try to not get an erection.  Ok.
Wow.  All that raced through my head.

   Zoe moved me into our pose.  It was a pretty basic pose, but I'm sure
that with two people, it was much more interesting to draw.  The good news
is that I was positioned so that I couldn't see Zoe.  I was facing sideways
to the sofa, and Zoe was behind me, almost leaning on my back.  The touch
of naked skin was going to make this pose a challenge, but at least there
was no visual component as well.  This was the longest feeling pose yet,
obviously.  It was becoming very difficult to completely ignore the
situation, and I could feel the blood start moving.  Not exactly an
erection yet, but the process had begun.  I ended up starting to get
enlarged by the time we ended, but not really erect.  So that was a win,
but I was still embarrassed and wondered if they had all noticed.

   As I pulled the towel on, we all realized that there were now two naked
people and only one thing to cover with.  Realizing the situation, Zoe
immediately said "You take the towel, I'm fine to hang out like this for a
minute."

   "Are you not uncomfortable being naked?" Laura immediately asked.

   "Oh no it's not really a problem for me.  Like I said, the art thing has
gotten me to the point that nakedness doesn't seem that special.  I was
like this for an hour for class on Friday.  Emily and I are naked around
the dorm a lot too.  This is a clothing optional dorm room," she said as
she laughed.  Emily looked a little embarrassed for that fact to be out
there.  "It started when our AC stopped working for like a while last
spring, so we kind of just adopted a minimal clothes strategy until it was
fixed, and it stuck."

   Well Emily definitely never told us that story.  But it started to
explain a lot, but added even more questions at the same time.

   "Interesting.  Not quite the solution I would have gone with, but I get
it," said Laura.

   "Best option we had.  Really got to the point that it just felt normal
to hang around with not much on" Emily said.  "We started calling ourselves
part time nudists."

   We both went back to the bedrooms and got dressed.  There was a quick
bit of discussion about the quality of the drawings when we were back
before the conversation took an unexpected turn.

   "Told you I was a good model Emily!" said Zoe.  "I had offered to model
when I heard about your situation," she said to all of us as an aside, "but
Emily was afraid my poses would be too advanced for beginner sketching.  I
think my pose turned out perfect for what you need!"

   So Emily had lied about not being able to get a model for us. 
Interesting.

   Laura voiced my confusion for me.  "Oh I thought that you couldn't find
anyone for us Emily?  That's why you had to do it?"

   A little bit of awkward stares all around but Emily covered it.  "Oh
well it was complicated; I wasn't sure when Zoe would be available and it
just seemed easier for me to do it.  Plus I felt like we would have needed
to pay Zoe, so this saved us money.  I didn't mind.  Like I said, a little
fun anyway."

   Satisfied at the answer, we soon left, leaving Emily and Zoe to their
room.  By this point, my feelings of what I had just done had mostly faded,
but I knew that this would be an experience I would remember for a while.
But what I most thought about was that conversation at the end and Emily's
actions of the day.  Based on Emily's initial suggestion that summer, her
willingness to do it, the way she acted while naked, and the reveal that
she lied to us about getting a model, I had a theory.

   The next afternoon, I decided that I needed to talk to her about it.  So
I sent a text, to just her.

   "So some experience yesterday..."

   "Ha yeah.  Well we got good sketches.  Thanks for being cool with doing
it too.  I'm sure a lot of other guys would have freaked out" she replied
quickly.

   "No problem.  Though it sounds like I didn't really need to do it after
all since Zoe was willing.  What happened with that?" I said.  I was
probing the situation.

   "Oh yeah, well like I said, I just thought it would be way simpler for
just us to do it.  Keep it in the group.  Plus to be honest, I just wanted
to try it.  To see if I could.  And I did.  I liked doing it."

   "It did seem that you liked doing it.  Quite a lot actually" I replied.

   "lol" was all that she replied.  Time to go for it.

   "Emily, I have to ask.  You are an exhibitionist, aren't you?  You like
being naked in front of people, right?  That's what it seemed like
yesterday.  It seemed like you really enjoyed showing yourself off like
that."

   No response for a couple minutes.  I was afraid I offended her.  A
couple of typing bubbles appeared and disappeared.  Then she finally
replied.  "Oh god, is it that obvious?"

   I knew it.

   She continued, "Oh no, I'm embarrassed now.  Look, I don't know if I'm
am that, but I just like to be naked around people, and this seemed like a
good opportunity.  But I thought that if I had a reason besides just that I
like being naked, it would be less embarrassing.  Shit, I guess I took it
too far.  Sorry."

   Wow, so now I know that my attractive best friend enjoys being naked
around people.  Dream scenario, I thought.  My mind began racing about what
to do with this info.  So many directions I could take this.

   But she first replied "Can you not tell anyone about this?  Not Laura.
Not about any of this.  We can just pretend this didn't happen and stop
doing this sketching thing if this is a problem."

   "Absolutely, I'll not tell anyone about yesterday.  But I don't think
that this needs to end.  You want to be naked.  Let's keep getting you
naked.  I'm not going to complain," I quickly texted back, planning out our
next moves.

   I continued, "How about we meet up this afternoon for coffee.  I want to
talk about this.  I think we could have some real fun with this,
exhibitionist Emily."



   My Exhibitionist Best Friend Pt.  02

   Emily tells me how her exhibitionist history started.

   Emily did agree to meet me that afternoon to talk.  But she refused to
actually do the talking part in public.  Too much risk of being overheard
and being embarrassed again, which was a little ironic since the secret is
that she wanted everyone there to see her naked.  We grabbed coffee at the
student center and then went back to her room since Zoe was out all day at
the library.

   We sat and for a moment, neither knew how to start.

   So I began.  "So Emily.  Why exactly do you want to be naked in front of
your friends?"

   Reminding her that I knew made her blush and look down for a moment. 
"Well, uh.  It's been a thing for a while I guess, but really in the last
couple years," she began.

   "I guess I should just tell you the truth since you called me out about
it.  There's a lot of story here," she said as she readjusted her position
on the couch.  "I guess I always enjoyed being naked in the normal kind of
way growing up.  You know what I mean.  It was freeing and I didn't know
better.But the, well exhibitionist thoughts didn't really start until
recently."

   "I think the real start came the summer after I graduated from high
school, when I worked as a lifeguard at a pool in town.  It was a good job.
Got to hang out at the pool and relax for most of the summer.  Of course, I
had a uniform, that classic red one-piece lifeguard look.  Nothing
revealing obviously.  But I could feel the looks when I was sitting up
there on that perch and when I would walk around the pool.  Maybe it was
really an authority thing, but I just felt like everyone was staring at me.
As if trying to see through the suit.  I felt so on display.  It did
something to me.  Oh god I can't believe I'm telling you this."

   "Please, keep going, I already know where this story ends!  And I mean I
did see your vagina yesterday, so no need to be embarrassed just by
talking," I said.

   The blush was back, stronger than ever.  But it was true, and she knew
it.

   "Ok so the suit was part of it, but not the main thing.  So the pool I
worked at had showers in the women's room for us to use before and after
our shifts.  I never had showers in school growing up, my school just
wasn't set up like that, so this was new.  They were basically open plan
showers, no curtains, no privacy, nothing.  The first couple days, I
showered in my suit, like all of the other lifeguards.  It was odd to
shower with something on, and I really was tempted to go for it naked, but
it just didn't seem right since it appeared that the standard was to just
wear the suit."

   "But then after a week, a couple new girls started working.  The three
of them worked the previous summer and just got back into town from
college. They were tight friends and acted like they already knew what they
were doing, well, because they did.  And on the very first day, at the end
of their shift, they did it.  All three, showering naked together in the
middle of the room, not a care at all about who saw them.  I was getting
ready for my shift at the time and watched them out of the corner of my
eye."

   "It was all I could think about that day.  They didn't look embarrassed.
They didn't act like they had something to hide.  So I decided that now
that they had done it, I could do it and it wouldn't be as weird.  So after
my shift the next day, I did it.  I was alone at the time in the showers,
which was perfect because I'm not sure I would have done it if it was full.
I pulled off the suit and took a naked shower.  I know, really not that
scandalous.  But it felt freeing, like I felt when I was naked growing up.
It felt good and normal, but actually not as exciting as I had thought it
would be.  After a minute though, the door opened and I heard someone
walking my way.  I considered covering or running for a split second, but
realized that I wasn't doing anything wrong, so why care."

   "Two other lifeguards walked into the showers and joined me as I was
finishing up.  Neither undressed, and none of us spoke.  And I avoided eye
contact.  I left after a couple moments to go get dressed, but I wished I
could have stayed naked there forever.  It was like a high to be naked
there, around other people who weren't naked with you.  I realized in that
moment that the other people around made the difference for me.  Oh I'm
sure I sound insane to you."

   "No I get it!" I interjected.  "There's something so natural about being
naked, so I get it.  And it sounds like you really really like it.  I've
got to say, I'm impressed with how nervous you acted about being naked
yesterday.  Good acting."

   "No I actually was nervous!  I mean you two are my best friends.  It's a
nerve-racking situation, even if I like it.  It's definitely been a fantasy
for a while to be naked around my friends," she replied while looking away.
"Oh now I'm embarrassed again.  I'm really not sure I should keep going."

   "No I feel like there's more to this story.  Please keep going," I said.
"I do have one question though."

   "What?  I'm sure you could have a ton of questions here," she answered,
slightly laughing.

   "So, if you enjoy being naked, and specifically naked in front of other
people, why aren't you naked right now?"

   No immediate response.  She looked at me slightly shocked that I would
say that, but also completely understanding what I meant.  I could see her
thinking as she looked away.

   "On the one hand, that just seems weird and inappropriate.  On the other
hand, I flashed you for an hour yesterday and just confessed to being an
exhibitionist to you," she finally replied.

   She then stood up from the sofa, saying, "So I think you are completely
right." She then pulled her shirt over her head in a quick motion and slid
down her shorts, leaving her in her underwear.  Strangely, since I didn't
see her in this state yesterday, it was especially hot to me.  But it
didn't last long because then her bra and panties were off just as quick.
Naked Emily was back, basically 24 hours after her first appearance and I
was so happy to have seen her both times.

   She returned to her seat and acted like it was back to normal.  I, like
yesterday, tried to be professional at first and keep eye contact, but
Emily quickly said, "Hey Ben, you can look you know.  That's kind of the
point.  It feels weirder to me if I'm naked and you don't even acknowledge
it.  So stare away!" She lifted her arms and somewhat posed while saying
that, pushing out her perky tits for a fantastic view.

   I let my eyes fall all over her and didn't look away for what felt like
a minute.  Her skin looked so smooth and tight, with perfect athletic
curves that accentuate what she was working with.  Small breasts, just
enough to fit in your hand.  Perky nipples that were already starting to
stand up.  A slim waist leading down to a set of killer hips and a toned
ass.  Long, slender legs.  Even her feet were attractive.  She hid quite a
hot body away under that normal girl style she put on.  The way she was
sitting, I could just get a peak at the top of her slit, but I knew that
I'd find a way to see more of that again soon.

   I eventually looked back up, causing her to smile and laugh again.  She
had been watching my eyes cover her.  "Ok back to the story," I said.

   "Ok!  I do feel much more comfortable now, so thank you for the
suggestion.  So anyway, after trying out showering naked at work, that
became my new routine.  Every shift, I was naked before and after.  Undress
at my locker, hang around for a couple extra moments to extend the nudity,
then walk to the showers and shower as slowly as possible.  Sometimes there
were others in there, sometimes not, but I always enjoyed it in some way. I
would then get dressed back at my locker and go back to my non-nude life. I
even started coming to the pool on off days so I could shower more, since
it was the same setup in the public locker room.  And those days, I was
able to wear a much skimpier bikini that I really loved.  And everyone
loved seeing me in it based on the stares.  I really was only naked in
front of 2 or 3 people at a time and no one really looked at me, but it was
enough."

   "That was as far as I took it over that summer though.  There wasn't
really opportunities for more adventures at home where I was surrounded by
family.  I didn't feel like an exhibitionist, I just felt like a girl that
liked to be naked in the locker room.  I felt less weird by thinking of it
like that.  Then it was time for college.  I had thought of college as my
time to really break out of my normal and try things that I'd always wanted
to do.  And that extended to the nudity I suppose."

   "I signed up for a random roommate that year.  My plan was to just
introduce some casual nudity into the room to get more comfortable with it.
Undress with her in the room, sleep naked, towel off after a shower in
front of her, stuff like that.  I did all of that, and I loved it, but it
wasn't enough really.  Just one person and it was so normal and boring.  I
was going to the school gym a lot too, and showering there just like at the
pool.  I think I once spent about 30 minutes naked in the locker room, just
pretending to be doing something.  That was a little better, but now I
frequently wasn't the only one naked and it just didn't do it for me like
it used to."

   "That was the point that I learned something else about my exhibitionism
need.  If I wasn't supposed to be naked, or if it was out of the ordinary
to be naked, it became way more exciting for me.  This is super
embarrassing, but um, that's the point that the nakedness turned from being
about feeling free to, um well, the sexual thrill." She looked away, and
followed "I am absolutely crazy to have just told you that."

   "You are sitting here naked, so its not really the craziest part of this
situation," I told her.  As I said this, I looked over her body again, and
noticed that she had started to slouch to a position that her pussy was
starting to get much more visible.  Could that be on purpose?

   "Oh good point," she laughed, oblivious to my discovery.  "It just feels
so much better to be naked when you are not expected to be.  Like sitting
next to your best friend on your sofa!"

   "Can't say I'd complain," I replied.

   "So here's the big climax to my exhibitionist story.  Get ready, a lot
is about to happen.  So my normal room and gym routine wasn't enough for me
at that point.  So, um I decided to do something crazy.  This was about 3
months into freshman year and the urges were too much.  I'd been having
fantasies about how I could be naked.  But of all of them, I kept coming
back to one, the classic streak.  It's such a college thing to do, so it
felt right."

   "You went streaking!" I exclaimed.  I was actually shocked.  I would
never have expected Emily to do something like that.  I also would not have
expected to be sitting with her naked right now, so what do I know.

   "I did!  But there's more to this story," she said.

   "Ok so I planned for a couple days and decided to do it late at night on
a Tuesday, assuming the least amount of people out.  I mean I wanted to be
seen in some way, but not really by many people and not for very long.  I
also needed to not get caught and ruin my reputation, so I bought a ski
mask to wear.  Yes, me, streaking with just a ski mask and tennis shoes. 
The plan was to take a walk at about 11:30pm, fully dressed of course.  I
acted like I was going to the library to study, but headed over to the
engineering side of campus, where it was always a little quieter at night.
I had scoped out the area a couple nights before and had a route."

   "Around midnight I took my place over by the side door alcove of the
main building.  I had circled the building and didn't see much activity at
all, so it looked like I was going to be safe to do it as planned.  It took
me forever standing there in the darkness to fully work up the courage for
what I was about to do.  I mean with my previous exhibitionist activities,
I was in private.  But here I was about to streak the college campus that I
just started at 3 months ago.  Finally, I slipped the mask on then my
clothes off, and neatly folded them up in the darkness of the bushes by the
door."

   "I watched and listened for another minute or two before beginning.  My
plan was to make a quick circle around the smaller building next door and
then loop back to the clothes.  That would involve running down one of the
main pedestrian paths and across a courtyard, but at a light jogging pace,
it would only take about 2 minutes.  I wanted something easy.  I started
out walking though, both to savor the moment and to continue watching my
surroundings.  I kept out of lights until I hit that main pathway, where
the streak really started."

   "I looked and listened.  A couple cars passing by nearby, the slam of a
car door in the distance, two people on the pedestrian path a hundred yards
away going the opposite direction.  It looked safe, so I went for it.  I
started running down the path, the same path that a thousand students walk
on every day, except I was naked.  After just a moment, it was time to turn
left and start around the far side of the building.  No problems on the
side either and I began to make my way back in the direction of my clothes,
which would take me across a little courtyard that all the buildings look
down on."

   "My ideal fantasy of how this would go would be that maybe a couple
people in a window above would have seen me as I ran, maybe even one or two
people on the path as I raced by, and then I'd back to the clothes and gone
to safety within 2 or 3 minutes.  I'd even have been happy if no one at all
saw me, just so that I could be out in the night air naked.  It didn't
exactly go that way."

   "Ok so I slowed to look across the courtyard and it looked fine, so I
kept going, right through the middle.  Halfway across though, I hear a door
open and people talking.  I nearly had a panic attack right then.  Even
though I wanted to be seen, it was still instinct to freak out a little.  I
had to keep on running since I'm wasn't sure where they were but then I
hear something like 'Holy shit, a naked girl' and a bunch of laughter.  I'd
definitely been seen and it sounded like a bunch of people.  I'm right at
the edge of the courtyard when one of them then says 'She's streaking. 
Let's follow her!"

   "Oh no," I said.

   "Yes that's about what I felt too.  So I was streaking and was about to
have followers.  The problem was that I was just about 100 feet from my
clothes, but if I was being followed, the people would have found me when I
was getting dressed and I'd have been caught.  I couldn't let that happen
so I did something stupid and kept running, right past my clothes.  My plan
was to find somewhere to hide and wait it out."

   "But wait, why didn't you just grab your clothes and keep running and
get dressed somewhere else?" I asked, confused at the situation.

   "That would have been the logical thing to do, but when you are
streaking, apparently there is no logic," she laughed.

   "So I did quickly find a big bushy area to hide in that wasn't very well
lit, so I felt good about my hiding spot.  After just a second, I saw 3
guys and a girl coming around the building, looking for me of course. 
Luckily for me, it seemed that they decided to give up just as soon as they
saw I was gone, thank god.  But then they just stood around and started
talking!  Right where my clothes were!" she said in a frustrated tone.

   I laughed out loud.  This really was quite the story.

   "So I had to wait for a while.  I hid in that bush for probably half an
hour.  They were only there for about 15 minutes, talking, but I was too
paranoid to head back to my clothes.  Eventually, I bolted back to the
hiding spot, scooped the clothes, and then sprinted back to the safety of
the bush to get dressed.  I walked back to my dorm at that point, nearly 1
AM, slightly delirious about what I just had done and then I passed out.  I
only found all the bush scratches all over me the next day in the shower."

   "After that disaster of an attempt, I swore off the exhibitionist stuff,
at least the actually public stuff that could lead to trouble.  It's just
too dangerous.  I still got what I needed at the gym, but the fear of
getting really caught kept me from elevating it.  The next year, I met Zoe,
and became friends with her.  I found out about nude modeling from her, and
was initially shocked that she did that without any issues, but then
realized that it might be a good way for me to be naked too.  Fast forward
to last summer, and that figure drawing class, and I took it as a sign that
I needed to make it happen somehow.  I was too nervous to try it for a real
class, so I decided to try a smaller group.  And from there, you know the
rest of the story.  Oh and yes,I knew about the sketchbook project and yes
I suggested the class just so that this situation might happen. 
Congratulations, you are now the only person that fully knows about my
exhibitionism!  I will literally kill you if you tell anyone."

   "Wow.  Not sure what else to say.  I definitely never would have
expected this from you.  I thought you were the classic good girl, and now
I hear that you like to streak?  Shocking!" I said.  I looked over her
again, marveling at the body in front of me.  Even more relaxed now.

   "Well with my experience, I'm not going to say that I like to streak,"
she replied with some sarcasm.

   "Fair point.  Your plan was the problem, too easy to mess it up with
something unexpected.  I think it would have gone a lot better if you just
had some help," I told her.  "If you had someone with you holding the
clothes, all your problems would be solved.  I could do that."

   "Oh Ben, no I'm not interested in finding a better way to streak.  I
keep my exhibitionism to safe moments now.  Like figure modeling.  I really
think I might like to keep doing it.  Even if it's just around here.  It's
enough, I promise.  Thank you though," she replied.

   I honestly didn't believe her.  It was pretty clear that she wanted more
than that, but I wasn't going to push it for now.

   "Ok, ok I get it.  Well I'm glad to be able to help with your
exhibitionist release in some way.  Always, literally always, willing to
let you be naked around me," I joked.  She laughed, obviously continuing to
enjoy the situation.  So I decided to try to push it in a different
direction.

   "I have another question.  Like the last one actually.  So you are
enjoying being naked right now and showing yourself off to me.  Would you
enjoy it more if you showed off a little more?"

   "Um what do you mean?" she asked, not sure where this was going.

   "Well I've seen your tits.  I've seen your ass.  And you teased a bit of
your vagina too.  So now I think you should really let me see it.  Show me
the rest of you down there.  I think you want that," I said confidently,
hoping that this would work.

   Like last time, a look of shock at first but no response.  She then
stood up and walked to her room, softly closing the door.  Fuck, I pushed
too far, I must have made her decide to go get dressed.  I was preparing
myself to just be happy with what I got to see and how to apologize to her.

   But then she walked back out, still naked.

   "Ok.  I'll do it for you.  Your reward for being a good listener, and
you are right, I'll probably enjoy it even more.  It's been a while since I
really did this for someone.  I had a boyfriend at the end of freshman
year, but not really much action since then."

   She grabbed a chair and sat it in front of the sofa.  "For you, I'd
rather be on the sofa," she said, pointing me towards it.

   I moved, still silent.  She sat, also silent.  There was an air of
awkward energy now.  Emily began to slouch and part her legs, like
yesterday, but she didn't stop until they were as wide as possible.  She
lifted her heels up on the sofa edge, showing all of herself to me.  I was
absolutely hard at this point, but really that had been building all
afternoon.

   "So is this what you wanted to see Ben?" she asked, making eye contact.
I was right, she was loving this.  I could tell from her tone and from the
glossy texture on her enlarging pussy lips.  Holy shit.  I could see the
edge of her asshole too.

   "Actually, I think your still hiding something from me.  I think you
need to let me see inside.  You want to show me everything.  Open up," I
said with all seriousness.

   She blushed and laughed and did exactly what I said without delay.  I
could tell that she liked being told what to do as well.  This was good to
know for the future.

   She slid down even more, so that now I could see her tight pink asshole,
and reached down towards her pussy.  With one hand on either side, she
pulled apart her labia so I could see her bright pink insides.  "Better," I
said.

   "So does this do it for you?" I asked.  "Do you feel like even more of
an exhibitionist now that you are showing off everything?  Hiding
absolutely nothing?"

   "I feel like I'm about to pass out of embarrassment, but yes Ben, this
is doing it for me.  This feels incredible.  Definitely going to inspire
some new fantasies." She let go and sat up just a little bit, but still
with legs spread open.

   "You know I'm glad this happened Ben.  I needed to tell someone about
this.  I'm not going to take up your offer for help doing something crazy,
but I'll definitely do this with you.  Anytime you want.  Well not anytime.
I have some limits."

   In my mind, all I could think was holy fuck I can get Emily naked
whenever I want, and also I think I can find a way to break those limits.

   Emily looked up past me and suddenly noticed the time, forcing her to
jump up and say "Oh god, Zoe is going to be back soon, I need to get
dressed and you should go."

   "Aren't you naked a lot around here?" I questioned.

   "Well yes, casual nudity, but not spreading my legs on the sofa for my
best friend kind of nudity.  I can't let her know about this," she replied
as she walked in her room and started getting dressed.

   "Well I am sad to see exhibitionist Emily gone, but I think I'll see her
soon.  Oh and next time, you are going to tell me about some of those
fantasies," I told her.

   She laughed and denied it, but didn't push back.  Now clothed, she
walked over and gave me a hug before pushing me towards the door and saying
goodbye.  I walked back to my dorm over the moon about what happened.  And
then promptly jacked off.  I really was serious, there was going to be a
next time soon and she was going to tell me more.  I could tell that there
was a desire to do what she was told tied into the exhibitionism and I
intended to find a way to use that.  I had ideas.  But for now, I was just
grateful for the day.  Naked Emily for an afternoon was quite an
experience.