Nude Slumber Party

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By Emi Tsuruta

This story follows on from Naked at a Slumber Party.

A while back, I started to tell you about my plans for a slumber party at my home stay in Oceanview. It took some doing, but I’d finally managed to convince my two best friends, Satomi and Asuna, to come over to my house, one Saturday evening when my host mom Loretta and them weren’t around. My idea was the three of us would get naked, and just lounge around like that all evening.

It’s a bit hard to explain why I wanted to do this. Satomi and Asuna are good friends, but they are not nudists really. I had been badgering Satomi to come with me to the nude beach, and she finally gave in, but she only came under protest, loudly proclaiming that this was definitely not her thing. But there were signs from both of them actually that they might be more interested than they let on. Satomi had joined in on the strip poker game that night at Kenta’s. And she’d come in skinny-dipping with Ryosuke, Futoshi and I the time we went camping together.

Asuna is more innocent at least on the surface. She doesn’t really say much one way or the other whenever I come out with these suggestions. She does kind of live in this den of iniquity with her room mate Sandra and her bad boy boyfriend Craig. Just on a purely physical level, Craig is kind of attractive, and I have kind of got caught up in this test of wills with him, trying to get him to behave on the one hand, but teasing him other times. Asuna keeps saying she’s never done anything with him, but when I’m there, she does sometimes get drawn into my hijinx.

The actual spark for all this was the sleepover at my Taiwanese friend Babe’s place, the night of our Korean friend Lucy’s farewell party. Just before bedtime, I had a shower, and then wrapped a towel around me, but my friend Fujiko stole my towel, so I ended up naked. That was weird, but none of them objected, so I just kind of went with it. Anyway, that is kind of what gave me the idea for this nude party thing.

I guess deep down I kind of wanted to show Satomi and Asuna what it feels like to do these things. Satomi disapproves of all these crazy things I do. I keep hoping that if she just relaxes, and tries to get into it, she’ll come to understand why I like it, and be more supportive.

Satomi is probably my closest friend, but she can be a bit judgy at times. She lives in this dorm, surrounded by all these interesting guys, but just studies all the time, instead of getting to know them. For a while, she was maybe interested in Hiro, Takuya’s friend, but he went back to Japan. Anyway, I’d been trying to get her to come out of her shell for the longest time. She always has this surprised look on her face like I’ve just said the most shocking thing. I guess she wants people to think she is a good girl, some sweet angel of mercy. I do get that. I kind of want people to think the best of me too.

Asuna is a year younger than Satomi and I (21 and 22 at the time). She is a precious thing, always peering over at me, curious, waiting to see what I want to do. I guess she looks up to me. I’d kind of sheltered her from some of the wilder stunts we’ve pulled, but lately, she’s changed, become more adult, sexier. I like this new side of her, adventurous, open.

When the day came though, I began to get nervous, last minute jitters I guess. I went shopping, and bought some drinks and snacks. When I got back, I had a quick shower, got out of the tub, and looked at myself in the mirror. When I’m dressed, of the three of us, I’m the most normal looking, the girl next door, fit, wholesome, healthy orangeish pink skin, long black hair, raisin eyes, my lips and nipples more pink than red. I glanced down at my breasts, which had perked right up, and then twisted my body to the side inspecting my bare bottom. Cheez, my body looks so indecent naked like this. When did I develop all these curves? I’d better be careful tonight, keep a low profile. It was exciting though. I’d never really done anything like this before, hang around in the buff with my friends.

How am I going to ask them to get naked though? I tried out a few different ways.

“Hey, guys. Do you wanna get naked?” I blurted out, all enthusiastic. Hmm. Maybe not like that.

“Remember what I said about getting naked?” Maybe that’s too casual. It’s hard to sound natural saying these things.

Anyway, I dried off my body, and pulled on a white fleece hoodie and fleece shorts, and went downstairs.

Satomi and Asuna showed up at my house around six, a bit earlier than I’d been expecting. Satomi had this sheepish look on her face, her pert lips stuck out in a little pout. Even so, she looked as beautiful as ever, her porcelain skin forming a contrast to her dark brown hair. For her clothes, she had on white pumps, tight blue jeans and a black and white striped halter. She looked good. She always looks good.

“Hey, Sacchan, Asuna, welcome.”

Asuna looked cute too, her long black hair up in twin pony tails, her black kahramanmaraş escort eyes sparkling in the light. She was wearing raspberry scented lip gloss. For clothes, she had on a short-sleeve blue dress with buttons down the front and frills on either side, and black leather ankle boots. The dress was kind of normal, but the boots were a nice touch I thought. A little bit sexy.

“Hey, Emi,” Asuna replied blushing a bit. Satomi looked a bit apprehensive, but Asuna looked more curious, perhaps wondering exactly how this all was going to go. I motioned for them to take off their shoes, and then invited them in.

“I bought some snacks. Come on in, and make yourselves at home.”

I’d been to Asuna’s condo many times, but we didn’t usually hang out here at Loretta’s house so much. Satomi was a bit wary of Brandon. He’d peeked in on her one time while she was showering.

“No one’s here. It’s just us,” I assured her. “They are out of town visiting Loretta’s parents.”

Satomi and Asuna took off their shoes, and came into the living room. I scooted into the kitchen to make us some pink lemonade.

“You can see if there’s anything on TV,” I suggested. Asuna switched on the TV, but she kept the volume down low, just for background.

“Did Loretta redecorate?” Satomi asked. “It looks different.”

“Oh I don’t know. Maybe she changed something.”

I brought out a tray with three glasses of lemonade. Satomi was sitting on the sofa. Asuna had lain down on the carpet, stretching out. I was glad she felt so at home.

“So what’s new with you guys?” I asked. “Any new heartthrobs I should know about?”

“No, not really,” Asuna singsonged. “What about you? Where’s Ryosuke?”

I buzzed out a raspberry sound with my lips.

“I don’t know where he is. He’s always off working or playing pool or something,” I sighed. Ryosuke is Asuna’s cousin, so she knows him well.

“Who are those guys out front?” Asuna asked, getting up onto her knees to look out at them. I peered out the front window. It was still light out. Out on the street, we could see Carter and Geordie, two American guys, tossing a baseball back and forth. Carter has red hair and freckles, while Geordie has more olive skin and rugged features. They seemed focused on their game, but they must have seen Satomi and Asuna come in.

“Oh. Carter and Geordie. They are out there a lot, practicing for baseball I guess. Brandon plays baseball too.”

“Fuuu,” Asuna hummed, a bit interested maybe.

“Anyway, don’t worry about them. They’ll go in for supper soon.”

Asuna stood up, and peered out the window at them. Satomi had insisted no boys, but Asuna did seem intrigued.

“I haven’t really talked to them that much. I see Carter’s father around sometimes. Mr. Holden.” I’d half forgotten about this, but the day I stayed home from school to watch TV with Teddy, my stuffed bear, Mr. Holden might have spied me running around naked through our front window. I wasn’t sure he actually saw me, but he had been around that day.

“Anyway, don’t worry. It’ll be fine.”

Asuna came back, and sat down on the carpet. It suddenly struck me.

“Do you guys want towels or towelkets or something? Maybe it’ll be more comfortable.”

They nodded. I ran upstairs, and fetched three biggish towels mostly white, and three towelkets, huge fuzzy terry cloth blankets you can curl up under, pink, powder blue and green. I tossed the blue towelket and a towel to Asuna on the rug, and sat down on the sofa next to Satomi giving her the pink towelket and a towel.

“So do you want to try?” I asked, all excited now.

“Try what?” Satomi replied, playing dumb.

“Get naked of course. I told you!”

“What? Oh that.” Satomi just sat there, staring at the TV. Asuna peered over at me, maybe a bit more willing.

“So why do you want to do this anyway?” Satomi pushed back.

“I don’t know. I just thought it would be cool. We can cast off our bulky clothes. Be free. Bask in the open air. Breathe in deep. Live life to the fullest.” I was trying to sell it, but they didn’t seem convinced.

“Sounds like a brochure for a nudie camp,” Satomi snorted.

“Oh come on. Don’t be like that. It’ll be fun.”

Asuna seemed tense, expectant, but Satomi kept trying to change the subject.

“Is that Chris Evans?” she asked, pointing at the TV.

“Yeah, I guess.” I kind of felt disappointed. I thought Satomi had agreed to get naked, but now that we all were here, she was backtracking. I picked up my pillow, and threw it at her, hitting her in the head.

“Hey! What was that for?” she protested.

“Oh, c’mon, you two. You promised!”

Satomi threw my pillow back at me, and I caught it. She tossed her own pillow at me next, and soon Asuna started giggling, and joined the fight. The three of us don’t usually horse around like this, but I guess we were all in a giddy mood, wound up at the prospect of what we were about to do.

I pulled Satomi kastamonu escort down onto the carpet, and then got up on top of her, tickling her, and trying to get her to say ‘uncle.’ Asuna kept hitting me with her pillow, but I just laughed, blowing the feathers out of my mouth. Eventually, Satomi said,

“Give. Give,” nodding that she surrendered. I got off of her. She just lay there, out of breath, but finally, Asuna sat up on her knees, and started undoing the buttons at the front of her pretty blue dress.

“She’s not going to let up till we do this,” Asuna explained. Her eyes flickered, fire burning inside the usually calm black.

Satomi got back up onto the sofa, staring at Asuna, kind of shocked that she was undressing in front of us.

“Well!” Asuna chided. “Aren’t you two going to get undressed too?”

I looked at Satomi who still seemed a bit doubtful, but since Asuna was game, I reached down, and fingered the hem of my white fleece hoodie wondering if I should take it off. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, so I already felt a bit excited from the feel of the soft cotton on my bare breasts. Satomi had wrapped her towelket around her, hiding her body, but grudgingly she reached down, and unbuttoned her jeans, watching our reaction. Covering up wasn’t quite what I had in mind, but anyway, it was a start.

I glanced out the window, and when I saw that Carter and Geordie had gone home, I finally lifted up the hoodie, and peeled it off. My breasts had kind of perked up from the excitement, bigger than usual. Satomi made this funny face, scrunching her lips to the side.

Asuna just kind of peered over at me, wide-eyed, impressed I guess that I’d actually stripped. She finally got up her nerve, and pulled her dress up over her head. Her underwear was an interesting design, a bit wispy at the edges, white with pink stripes.

“Wacoal? Gunze?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the maker of her lingerie.

“Rakuten Ichiba,” she laughed, a marketplace for small sellers. “Maybe made in China.”

“Looks nice though. Innocent yet sexy. I’ve been looking for something like that.”

“I’ll show you later.”

Satomi still had the towelket wrapped around her, but she did appear to be taking off her clothes. I peeled off my fuzzy white shorts, stripping naked. I was getting so excited. I don’t know why. It was just us girls. It shouldn’t be a big deal.

Asuna sat up again, and peered out the window. Once she was sure there was no one out front, she undid her bra, and showed us her breasts. She seemed quite self-conscious about them, hiding her nipples with her hands. It had been a while since I’ve seen them, but they look good to me. She looked so cute, so sexy, kneeling there blushing under our gaze. Maybe she was feeling it too.

Asuna slid off her panties, but she sat with her legs to the side, to hide her pussy. I tried to figure out why she looks so sexy. She wears more eyeliner than I do, and must spend a lot of time on her hair getting it to glisten like that. I think part of it is the mismatch between her innocent looking face, and her decidedly adult body. She wasn’t shy about showing us her derriere. The way she keeps hiding her nipples and pussy, kind of draws your attention, making you want to see them even more.

I spread out my towel on the sofa, sitting back down next to Satomi. Both Asuna and I were very obviously naked, but Satomi was still all bundled up in her pink towelket, her lips curled in a frown. Asuna just knelt there on the carpet, playing with her ponytails. I wasn’t quite sure what to do next. I hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Are you guys hungry?” Asuna finally asked.

“Um, I bought ramen noodles, pork and veggies…”

“Really, let’s see,” Asuna said, getting up. I led her into the kitchen. It was so weird, both of us being naked. She finally put her arms down letting me see. Her skin is lighter and more pink than mine. Her breasts are actually quite big, so I don’t know what she was so embarrassed about. I guess I know what that feels like, being self-conscious about your body. I used to be like that too.

Asuna doesn’t have much pubic hair just a wisp. I wasn’t sure if she trimmed it, or that’s just the way it is. In any case, she looked sexy, standing here peering over at me intently. She did seem a bit apprehensive. It’s hard to explain why, but standing here naked in the kitchen, the two of us, was getting me all excited.

“You said something about ramen,” she reminded me.

“Oh right.” I was so excited I was having a hard time focusing. This was all so new to me. I’d been in this kitchen a thousand times, but never naked with Asuna like this. My whole body was trembling. It was just so weird, so thrilling.

Satomi finally came in. She had the towelket wrapped around her like a toga.

“What are you two doing?” she asked, suspicious.

“Oh, yeah, right!” I finally said. “I think I have everything. Chashu (pork), eggs, green onions, seaweed. kayseri escort Oh shoot. I was going to buy bamboo shoots and narutomaki, but I forgot.” Narutomaki is slices of fish paste, white and pink.

“What else is there?” Asuna asked innocently.

“We could order pizza…”

“Pizza?” Asuna’s eyes lit up.

“Yeah, there is a pizza shop that delivers, Pacini Pizza. You know behind the fitness center on campus? Satomi and I went there the night of the toga party.”

Asuna applauded, but Satomi frowned. The two Chinese guys who work there, Kennedy and Clint, had been really nice to us that first night, but she had already told me ‘no guys.’

“What kind of pizza do they have?” Asuna asked. I went out to the front door, and dug out the Pacini brochure. The street looked clear outside. I got my smartphone, came back, and showed them the pamphlet.

“What do you guys like? Pineapple? Pepperoni?” Asuna asked.

“Pineapple on pizza?” Satomi made a sour face.

“Oh OK. No pineapple. Pepperoni, green pepper and mushrooms,” I suggested. “Sausage?”

Satomi shook her head no to the sausage. I gave Pacini a call.

“We’d like to order a pizza…”

“Emi, is that you?” It was Kennedy. He is Chinese American, a handsome guy, tall, wears horn-rimmed glasses. If you don’t know him, he looks kind of serious, but he’s always been nice to me. He sounded so surprised to hear my voice.

“Uh yeah… Sorry. I haven’t dropped by in a while.”

“Yeah, that’s OK. What can I get you?”

“A large pepperoni with green pepper and mushrooms.”

“Are you at the dorm?” They had delivered a pizza to Satomi’s dorm one time.

“No, I’m at home… with Satomi and Asuna. I’ll text you the address. It’s west of the tennis courts on the north side. You can give me a call if you get lost.”

“Oh OK. We’ll try to get there soon, but uh… we’re a bit slammed at the moment…”

“Oh no rush. See you when you get here.” I hung up, smiling to myself. Kennedy is a real sweetheart. Satomi and Asuna were both staring at me, standing here naked chatting away with this strange man they barely knew.

“What? Satomi, you met Kennedy, the night of the toga party. He’s nice. Tell her.”

“Yeah, I did meet him, but since when have you become so close?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘close.’ I’ve been into the pizzeria a few times… with Yuko or when I’m swimming at the fitness center. They’re both nice, Kennedy and Clint. They gave us free drinks that night, remember?”

Satomi didn’t look so pleased. I knew she didn’t want guys to come, but it’s not like they could join our party anyway. They have a pizzeria to run.

“Anyway, let’s just relax, and enjoy ourselves, OK? The pizza will be here soon.” Trying to change the subject, I went back out to the living room. Satomi cautiously peered out our front window. It was still bright outside, but there wasn’t anyone on the street. It had been pretty quiet.

“So what’s the deal with this Kennedy guy? Is he someone special?” she teased.

“What? No? It’s nothing like that. I just know them because they work in the pizzeria. I haven’t really seen them anywhere else.”

Asuna raised her eyebrows, figuring that there was something more to the story, but I wasn’t sure how much I should tell them.

“I actually don’t know that much about them. Maybe they have girlfriends. We don’t really talk about that kind of thing.”

“What do you talk about?”

“Nothing. You know? Whatever. It is right on campus. Lots of students go in there. Everyone on campus knows them.”

“Emi’s picture is on the wall,” Satomi pointed out.

“Your picture too. They took a picture of all of us that night, even Ryosuke!” I don’t know why the two of them were needling me. It almost seemed like they were jealous. “Anyway, let’s talk about something else.” I cast around for an idea. “Do you know any scary stories?”

“Oh no, no ghost stories,” Satomi balked.

“OK. How about jokes then?” I asked.

“Why do birds fly south for the winter?” Asuna smiled.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“It’s too far to walk!” she squealed.

“Oh that’s silly,” Satomi scoffed.

Outside, I heard the sound of a car engine starting up. I crouched down peering out the front window, trying to tell who it was. It sounded quite near, so maybe Mr. Holden was taking his son Carter and his wife out for supper. That would be good if they were gone. I’d been a bit worried about them especially Mr. Holden. He was pleasant enough, but he did peer out his window sometimes over this way.

“What? Is that the pizza?” Asuna asked.

“No, too fast. I think it’s Carter and his family going out.”

Asuna got up to look too, but I told her to keep down. I didn’t want the Holdens spotting us naked. The car noise grew softer, as they drove away out of earshot. All had gone quiet now.

“How long will the pizza take?” Asuna asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe half an hour. Kennedy said it might take a bit.”

I sat back down, on the sofa, and Asuna and Satomi came back to join me. We chatted about this and that. I tried to act normal, and not make a big deal about being naked. By and by, I heard another car drive up this time, and then the engine cut out.

“Do you suppose that’s them?” I asked.

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