“Everything OK?” I called out. I heard a giggle over the shower sound. “We’re just fine,” Cheryl called back.
The only other shower was an outdoor one behind the house, surrounded by walls of wooden slats. I grabbed a towel and walked out to it, stepping into the wooden enclosure and shutting the door behind me; there was a little hook that one locked to ensure privacy. I slung my towel and dry clothing over the top of the wooden wall, then stripped off my swimsuit and swim shirt, and put those on top of the wall too, a little further away.
I fiddled with the shower controls and then stood under the water. It was a little cold, which seemed like a good thing, as I needed to get my cock to stop springing up as it had been all day.
To my surprise, I heard a giggle and some rushed footsteps. Then, my towel and all my clothing suddenly were pulled away from the shower. “See you in the house, Frank!” Cheryl called out. It sounded like two sets of footsteps rushing back to the house. I heard a door shut.
What the hell were they doing? Was I now supposed to walk back into the house naked? That would mean potentially being seen by the public, though I’d be less exposed if I went through a side door that was not far from the shower. I walked over to it, covering myself as best I could with one hand, while trying the knob with the other. Locked.
Muttering a curse, I walked around to the front door. There was an older couple that had just walked past on the sidewalk, and a young couple on bikes riding toward the house a block or so away. No one seemed to have noticed me yet. I quickly stepped onto the front porch and tried the front door, dreading the possibility that the girls might’ve locked that too. Thankfully, it opened. I stepped in, naked and wet.
Cheryl and Norah were standing at the kitchen island, getting dinner started. They looked over at me, bursting into laughter. I held both hands in front of my groin, but to my chagrin my cock was rising. I had a moment of thinking I wanted to spank them both, but what came out of my mouth was notably less assertive. “What was that about?” I said, not too strongly.
“Just managing the household,” Cheryl said, crisply. “Oh and thanks for the wine.” They both smirked as they looked at my cupped hands and then at my face, which I was sure was reddening. Cheryl gave me a head-on stare, while Norah had a more shy, sidelong look. I could see my towel and clothing laid out on chairs in the living room.
“Managing, by taking my clothing?” I asked, still sounding more peevish than confrontational.
“You can’t expect too much privacy here,” Cheryl replied evenly. “Not when you jerk off after listening to Norah get spanked last night, and then ogle us both all day today.”
I stood there, dumbfounded. I was about to argue, but then realized that doing so meant continuing to stand there naked in front of them. With a scoff, I grabbed my clothing from the chairs and walked into my bedroom, shutting the door firmly behind me but not slamming it.
As I toweled off, my cock was still throbbing. The experience of standing naked in front of my housemates hadn’t dampened my physical enthusiasm. I heard a buzzing and picked up my cell phone from the bedside. A text had come in from Tatiana: “Hope the girls are keeping you on your best behavior.”
I felt both chagrined but also intrigued. Did Tatiana know what was going on? Had she possibly asked her friends to embarrass me? My cock continued throbbing.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. Finally I texted: “Yes. Cheryl definitely runs a tight ship.”
A moment later, she texted back: “I recommend following all orders. I want a good report when I arrive there tomorrow.”
I had a brief thought of writing something like: “You’ll be in trouble when you get here.” But I didn’t. Instead, I wrote: “Roger that.”
I set the phone down and got dressed. Then I opened the bedroom door and walked back to the kitchen. Cheryl and Norah were cooking dinner. Tofu and vegetables. Cheryl was wearing capri pants. Norah was in a short skirt, a little shorter than last night’s. “Nice outfit,” Cheryl said cheerfully, eyeing my button-down shirt and shorts. “Though I liked the earlier one, too,” she chortled, spurring a burst of giggling from Norah.
It was a candlelit dinner. Three place settings. A fourth chair unoccupied, waiting for Tatiana’s arrival.
“So,” I said at one point, “Tatiana’s on schedule to arrive tomorrow.” Then I added, hesitantly: “Were either of you in touch with her today, by any chance?”
“Yeah, just before you took a shower,” Norah said. Then she gave an uncertain look at Cheryl, who looked back sternly.
“I didn’t authorize you to tell him that,” Cheryl said, as Norah blushed and looked down at her plate.
Cheryl looked at me. “But yes, Frank, since you’re asking. Tatiana’s well-informed and highly enthusiastic about how things are run in this household.”
“So she knew about you stealing my clothes?” I asked. Mercifully, the table concealed the growing bulge in my pants.
“Of course,” Cheryl laughed. “You don’t think we’d do that without her permission. Anyway, she’ll be here by 9 tomorrow, and she’s up for having a CFNM brunch if you are.”
“CFNM?” I said slowly. I’d heard the term, Clothed Female, Naked Male. Were they serious about this? Given everything that had happened, I had no reason to think they weren’t.
Cheryl and Norah looked at me, as if waiting for an answer. I wasn’t quite ready to say yes, though the idea was turning me on. And they had already seen me naked, albeit briefly.
“Not purely CFNM,” Cheryl said. “Norah will get naked on command as well.”
I looked over at Norah, who smiled and raised her eyebrows before turning back to her meal. We ate in silence for a while. If seeing Norah nude was an incentive for me to want to disrobe, it was working.
After dinner, we drank wine, and I did the dishes. Then we watched another movie. This was something Cheryl had selected. An old film involving a guy and a girl doing a circus knife-throwing act. In this routine, the girl, in a scanty little outfit, would get strapped to a spinning wheel while the guy threw knives at her, blindfolded. “That’s not happening tomorrow, is it?” I quipped, and the girls laughed.
That night, I lay in my bed naked, trying hard to not touch my erect cock. For the most part, there was only silence from the next room. Then around midnight, I heard a moan, which I thought was from Norah. I grabbed my cock and jacked off desperately, coming into a tissue with a groan.
I woke up around 7:30 the next morning and put on some sweatpants and a T-shirt to go to the kitchen. It occurred to me that within a few hours I might not be wearing clothing. The ladies were still asleep, as far as I could tell.
I had some oatmeal and coffee, while reading my phone. No new texts from Tatiana.
A little after 8, Cheryl walked into the kitchen. She was wearing a T-shirt as a little dress. I got a glimpse of pink panties as she reached to grab some tea bags from a shelf. She started a pot of water. “Tatiana will be here soon,” she said. “You ready to go CFNM before she walks in?”