To Each Her Own

As a junior in college I was at a restaurant with friends. I accidently knocked my Coke over, all over my tan shorts. It was embarrassing, not only because the wet was so clearly visible, but also stained. I decided to go back and change. My friend said she would walk back with me.

She didn't leave the room. I turned my back to her as I pulled off my shorts, and had to change panties as well. Bare butt exposed, she asked me to turn around. It was very uncomfortable, she insisted, let me see your kitty. I turned, let her get a good look, and started to put my panties on. She asked that I show her my top.

She admitted to having a crush on me, and I admitted that nothing so weird had ever happened to me. Possession being nine tenths of the law, she laid claim and the rest is history. As time passed I became more comfortable with her request for total nudity. She shared herself as well. With our lifestyle, we joined a club, girls only, and we had garden parties in the nude. California's weather, and no lack of friendly girl couples, our club expanded to include a couple dozen women who shared our outdoor style.

In spite of everything, it turned out I liked being in the nude around other women, and my partner liked seeing all those women naked.