“Come on, perv,” she said. “You have to change those shorts too.”
I looked down. Having never fully undressed, the front of my pants had spent the whole session right in the splash zone, and was now shining with dried fluids. There would be no explaining that away if Sarah saw it.
But then I thought about Katie’s best friend, and their history together, and what I knew of their relationship. I knew that through uni they’d had a mutually bi-curious phase that had resulted in a lot of making out at parties but little else. Katie regretted on some level not taking the chance to properly explore her sexuality in a more private setting better suited to introspecting on her identity. She said she’d thought early on in our relationship about asking for an open relationship just for Sarah, just to try, but had decided it wasn’t fair on me to ask. I knew that as close female friends often did, they would change in the same room and were pretty casual about hopping in and out of showers when they were getting ready for a night out (something about that kind of openness also really triggered the casual nudity thing I’d monologued about before). And I knew that Sarah had a wild side that had led her into hookups, threesomes, kink and polyamorous relationships of all kinds in the past, though she was single now.
Basically, I saw an opportunity. And despite having already pushed my luck pretty damn far today, I decided to shoot for it.
I balled up all my courage and said, “you promised me you’d wear what I laid out all day. It’s still the middle of the afternoon, so you can just stay like that.”
“You’re bad,” she scolded me. “Don’t you think we’ve fulfilled enough of your jerk-off fantasies for one day? What’s your game plan, perv?”
“No plan,” I lied, “I just want to see you stay true to your word. That means remembering that you’re fully dressed with just the ropes I laid out for you.” She planted her hands on her hips and took on a stubborn power stance, pouting down at me. The motion made her breasts jiggle. The open-leg stance gave me a divine view I didn’t let go to waste. I spoke again before she could rebut me. “What’s the problem? She’s seen you naked before, right? The way you girls get changed and whatever.”
Katie turned pink from head to toe. I seemed to have caught her a little off-guard, because she pulled her legs in a little, and her hands started to move subconsciously in front of her most vulnerable zones. “I mean, come on, it’s not like that. A little flash of like literally one boob or just ass while we’re getting dressed isn’t the same thing as being in a full bondage getup with my boobs and pussy literally all the way fucking out! She’ll know it’s a sex thing!”
I scoffed. “She’s a big girl. An adult woman, even. She knows what grown-ups in relationships do when they’re alone in their own homes. The way you guys act, I’d be shocked if you hadn’t shared a few intimate details with her already.”
“It’s not the same!”
“You weren’t gonna share with her the new way we spiced up our sex life?” I asked. “And you think when you do she isn’t gonna get all fake flirty with you and ask why you didn’t have it on when she came over? I know she teases you.”
“You’ve got some fucked up male assumptions about how female friendships work,” she said. But she hadn’t actually denied it. Maybe not all women shared with their friends when the sex with their boyfriend was good or bad and flirted in an only-joking-unless-you’re-into-it way and stole glances of tits and ass while they got changed, but these two certainly did. I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but I listened, I watched and I paid attention. It occurred to me that I might be a hypocrite — that I’d be furiously jealous if my girlfriend had that kind of almost-a-thing-but-not-quite relationship with a male friend, that I was only okay with it because the idea of Katie and Sarah doing hot bisexual things with each other turned me on. I did the only thing I could when confronted with such a deep personal contradiction: I made peace with the fact I was self-serving pervert and went on with my life.
I could see, in the time I’d spent introspecting, that Katie had thought it over too. The movement was slight, but I was pretty sure the hand that had started covering her crotch was now brushing against her clit.
“Fine,” she said, breathing deep. “We’ll keep your little game going. I’ll let her know.” She started tapping away on her phone.
“You don’t have to do that. Just act like everything’s normal when you let her in. Imagine the look on her face when you’re just going around like it’s nothing but she’s finally getting more than a change room glance, like we know she wants.”
Katie bit her lip. “You’re just imaging the look on your dick. Besides, this is still a sex game. Bringing her in makes her part of it, even when it’s just wearing our outfits in front of her. She’ll know we’re getting off on it and she might not want to be part of that. None of whatever fucked up thing you think comes of this is happening without consent.”
Ugh, how’s that for a reality check? She was right though, not making our longtime friend uncomfortable had to come leagues and leagues ahead of what made my dick twitch. Real relationships couldn’t be treated the same as porny fantasies. And hey, I was still doing pretty fucking well for myself this afternoon.
The phone buzzed again and Katie sighed. I frowned, expecting bad news.
“She’s cool with it,” my girlfriend confirmed. “Enthusiastically cool with it.”
Aha. She was nervous, not disappointed.
“That’s great,” I said. “I’m gonna find those clean shorts.”
She grabbed my cock as I tried to move past her to the bedroom. “Ah-ah. We said that as long as I’m wearing this for you, you’re showing yourself to me, too. Neither of us is getting changed.”
Oh. Oh my god. Jesus fucking christ. It was one thing for me to be dick out in front of Katie, for obvious reasons. It was one thing for her to be pussy out with Sarah, with their history. It was another entirely between me and Sarah, who’d never had any sexual contact or seen body parts that a swimsuit would cover. There would be no hiding myself from her, not when the scenario inevitably made me hard. And it would be totally unequal — she’d be seeing the most intimate part of me, but I wasn’t going to see any of her (unless I really was the luckiest man alive) and somehow that only enhanced it all for me. The rules say that if you are gonna share your private bits, you’re doing it with someone who also shares theirs with you. Even in the nudist loophole, everyone was equally exposed and if there was ogling, it could be mutual. There was something even more taboo and therefore even more arousing about flaunting it all in front of someone who’d be giving nothing back.