Spending her special day in her birthday suit had become an annual tradition since Emily had started feeling comfortable in the nude again. She had stayed clothed for the first few years after her ex-fiancé’s betrayal. Her brain had screamed that if anyone saw her naked, they would automatically connect her to the news stories. Eventually, though, what felt natural won out again.
Usually, the nudity was on a trail with only Artie, Bill, and recently, Devon. Last year it was in Denver, and now it was finally at home. The only activity she could not do in the nude was work out at the gym earlier. Em had a plan to be naked for the twenty-four hours before her and Devon’s families rolled into town for summer vacation.
Her marriage to Devon had been very happy. He was so loving and patient with her even though she occasionally battled feelings that she was not good enough for her beau. What her ex-fiancé had done to her a decade ago had fucked her up for far too long. Therapy and a caring husband finally made her realize that the trauma was not on her. The asshole that was now in prison was the one to blame. She shook her head just a little, unwilling to concentrate more than a moment on him on her special day.
Her husband, and no doubt her soulmate, worked from home during the summer and mainly at Artie’s during the winter. Artie liked the company during the doldrums of the sleepy, cold, snowy season, and Devon wanted to have somewhere to go to work. He had made a home for himself in the small town, Dev found a mountain biking club to join, and Artie had convinced him to start a photography class at the community center during the short days. He had found a best friend in Carl, a fellow computer nerd and mountain biker in town. Carl and Luann, his cute, petite fiancée, would be at the party later this evening.
Emily having a partner in crime for naked and clothed adventures had been a boon to her outdoor activities. She had been an avid outdoorswoman before Dev, but now she spent over half of the warm season weekends camping, hiking, and fishing. Most of the time, Devon joined her in being nude, except when he had to play the lookout. He always played along but knew it was far more vital to her than to him. Maybe even more importantly, their sex life had been astounding. She kept waiting for the monotony of only sleeping with one man to sink in, but Devon constantly found new ways to thrill her. Every time she was convinced that Devon had helped her achieve the best orgasm of her life, he would find a way to push her higher.
Not everything had been a perfect storybook tale for the pair. The week after their first anniversary, someone finally connected Emily and her bevy of sex tapes posted to the internet by her jackass, vengeful, and abusive ex-fiancé. Catching the asshole cheating and breaking off the engagement had triggered him to post the ten explicit videos on the internet and harass her family, work, and friends with the films that were only supposed to be for the couple. It was why Emily had changed her name from Julie, ended an internship, dropped out of law school, moved to a small town in another state, and then enrolled in the police academy.
Last winter Devon and Emily had spent the week back home in the Kansas City area for Christmas and New Year’s with their families when she got a frantic text from Artie about the videos. This time, Emily refused to run away. Yes, that was her in the videos, but it was not her choice to put them out. Em held her head high when she got back to town. It had made for an awkward few weeks, but soon the hubbub died down.
If those videos had not leaked into the town’s consciousness, it was doubtful that she would be prepared to celebrate Nude Day in her adopted and hopefully permanent home. Almost everyone in the city had likely seen her having sex on tape; seeing her stroll naked would be less embarrassing. Emily couldn’t help being excited about fulfilling her dream from before moving here. It had been a frequent fantasy since she was a college freshman. Even when she lived back in Kansas, the vision had always involved a summer day in this Colorado town, where her family used to spend a week each summer on vacation.
“Not bad for an old woman,” Kyra said with an audacious and taunting look. Kyra would be thirty in a week and a half and liked to rib Emily for being four years older than her.
“I’m not that much older than you. Your husband is ancient compared to me.” Jean Pierre was only one day older than Emily; the birthday party later would be a celebration amongst friends for both. JP was only ten minutes her senior when time zones were considered. Emily liked to tease Kyra’s husband by telling him he was an old man. He would taunt her back, calling her Le Bébé.
“My God, Emily, I thought I was jealous of you in a bikini.” Kyra was staring at her from across the room, “How are your boobs that big and still perky? It’s unreasonable. Shouldn’t they be sagging? You know, on account of you being old. How big are they?” Her best friend stepped closer.