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 ï>¿My Nude Night Out It's Tuesday evening and Amy and I are both getting
ready for bed.  We have become the best of friends in a really short time.
She is my anchor when I'm wanting to do daring new things and she says I
have made her more confident about her own body.  Lately she has started
sleeping nude and is more likely to hang out nude in the room when it is
just me and her, as she is now (shhhhh!) Anyway, Amy and me and three other
girls from this floor who know Steph pretty well walked together about five
blocks off campus to Steph and Tony's apartment.

   Their apartment is in a big old house that was divided into four
apartments to rent to students and you climb up an open stairway from the
side of the house.  There were five other people there besides Steph and
Tony, a couple and another guy.  They were all a couple years older than
us.

   Steph introduced us all and by their reaction I could tell they knew
about me.  The girl complimented me on my "dress" and I told her it was a
vintage silk scarf and she felt it and then the guys felt it (just the hem,
of course, not against my body).  And Steph said it covered more of me than
usual, and suddenly we were talking about me being a nudist and everyone
acted fascinated and Steph repeated in front of them that I should feel
free to be nude or not, whatever I wanted. And I could tell that everyone
was expecting me to strip right there, but I wasn't comfortable doing that
yet and just said thanks I might do that, and the conversation awkwardly
moved on and Steph handed me a glass of wine.

   Back in high school, if you were at a party where there was alcohol the
point of the party was getting drunk, which I was never into.  But here in
college, with slightly older students, it was different.  We were adults
having a serious conversation about world affairs and art and only sipping
at our drinks secondarily because we were all so grown up and sophisticated
now.  At least, that is how I was feeling after my first glass.  I am not a
crazy drunk girl, but it also doesn't take much for me to feel it and after
that one glass of wine I was feeling really comfortable and I went into the
bathroom and took the scarf off but I was still not quite feeling ready for
this so I folded it in half and rewrapped it around my waist went back to
the party topless. Everyone was totally cool and positive and remarks were
made about how versatile a garment this was.  But Steph said I really
didn't need the scarf at all and everyone agreed with various sincere and
encouraging comments and so I took it off and folded it carefully into a
little and put it on a table by the door, and then I had a wineglass in my
hand again and we were all standing around chatting and I was nude except
for my red necklace and shoes.  Altho I'd already been nude at a few little
parties in the dorm, and there were guys there too, this felt different,
exciting.  Maybe it was being off-campus or with these older students or
maybe it was the fact that I was wearing dressy heels and jewelry while
otherwise naked.  But I was really feeling . . .  um, well, erotic. Not
that anything sexual was going on, nor did I WANT anything s exual to
happen.  But I FELT really, really, REALLY sexy.

   Then the doorbell rang and I started to reach for my scarf but Steph put
her arm around my waist and whispered in my ear that it was fine. Tony
opened the door and suddenly there were two more couples in the room and I
was being introduced.  And these people had clearly NOT heard about me in
advance like the others had, and they acted surprised and delighted to find
a naked girl at the party.  And I LOVED that moment of meeting them and
hearing Steph explain very seriously that I was her nudist roommate from
the dorm.  And they were like, oh, well, that's so interesting.  And I was
like, ho-hum, yes I suppose, and yet inside I was bursting with . . . 
feelings.  And there was a wineglass in my hand again and I swear I don't
know how it got there.

   Yes, I got a little drunk.  Not barf-in-the- toilet drunk or anything,
but just very happily buzzed about the whole situation.  The music had been
a boring smooth jazz radio station much of the evening (Tony's preference)
but Steph took over and put on some dance music.  Normally I would have
felt self-conscious dancing naked with guys around, but I was feeling so
totally perfect that it didn't matter.  Everything seemed just so right and
I kicked off those heels and danced!

   Most of the girls and a couple of the guys danced too (in that awkward,
self-conscious way that guys dance -- is that in the Y chromosome somewhere
or what?) and we probably did that for an hour or more, at least I did. 
The others= danced a little, stopped to talk and then danced some more, but
I couldn't stop if I wanted to.  Dancing is one of my favorite things, and
the best kind of exercise for me because with the right music I often lose
track of time and my surroundings.

   I knew the guys were all watching me but I honestly wasn't trying to get
them to look at me.  I was just having a good time.  Besides, one of the
other girls (Staci from my floor) also had her top off and Amy had taken
off the shirt she wore over her tube top and she kept having to pull it
back up, so it wasn't just me.

   I don't know how much time went by but eventually we stopped because Amy
had to pee.  I went into the kitchen for some water and almost had to
squint my eyes because the light was so much brighter there than in the
other room.  While I was standing there at the sink gulping down a glass of
water two of the guys (Andy and Zach) came over to chat me up and it was
only then that I realized how sweaty I was.  My hair was damp and I could
feel the trickles of sweat running down my body.

   It was 2 a.m.  when we decided to leave and Steph offered to drive us so
we wouldn't have to walk.  My silk scarf was right where I left it but I
didn't want to put it on, partly becuz I was still feeling sweaty and
didn't want to stain it and partly because I just didn't want to.  I gave
it to Amy to put in her purse and we went out he door and down the open
stairway of their apartment.  It was a REALLY cool night and the sweat
dried almost instantly on my body and I was chilled but eager to continue.

   Steph's car was out on the street and down just a little ways.  No one
else was around, but I knew that could change at any moment if a car came
around the corner and there I'd be, a naked girl in the night carrying her
shoes.

   There were six of us, plus Steph the driver and we crammed into her car.
The back seat was full by the time I climbed in so I just sort of hurled
myself onto their laps.

   These were all girls from my dorm and we were all silly drunk.  It was
dark but when we'd go under streetlights I could see their faces and I knew
someone could see me if they were in a truck or crossing the street while
we were at a traffic light.  My head was in Amy's lap and she stroked my
hair as I looked happily up at her.  Staci was at the other end holding my
legs and I noticed she was sort of caressing me a bit, not anywhere major
but just gliding her hands over my legs (she was the drunkest of all of us
that night).

   The closest you can get to my dorm in a car (except emergency and
security vehicles) is to the parking lot next to Kell's dorm next-door.  So
our intention was to cut through that dorm on the way to ours.  But when we
scrambled, giggling, out of the car and made our way to the door of the
dorm it was locked.

   So we had to walk around that dorm to get to the entrance to our own
dorm, and altho it was 3 in the morning there were some people hanging out
and we walked past them and said hi and on to our own dorm and that door
was locked too but one of the girls had her key card and we were able to
get inside.