Virtues & Vices III

Author’s Note: Just a heads up, there’s not an explicit sex scene in this update, but there’s some ENF content, some innuendos, and some character development, with more sexy times coming soon. Also, the Amanda in V&V is not the same Amanda from Babysitter Beta. Sorry if that causes any confusion.

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A shower happened next. Gwen stood under the water, letting it run over her in steaming rivulets. The water pressure in the apartment was decent, but the hot water heater only lasted so long, and she didn’t want to be selfish. Somehow, she didn’t think Michelle and Paul would be quick in the shower. He’d cum from the blowjob, so that was probably it for him for at least a day, right? Gwen didn’t know how frequently guys could do that. 

She tried not to think about Paul while she was in the shower. He wasn’t her type, or even that hot, but his body had certain admirable qualities to it. The muscles on the side of his torso, the firm, sturdy muscles of his body, gave him the physique of a gorilla. A strong, thick-fingered gorilla man. She shuddered, shaking her head. She shouldn’t think about Michelle’s boyfriend that way, and guilt boiled her from the inside as the water scalded her skin. 

She finished washing and rinsing, and stepped out of the shower to drip on the bathmat as she dried herself. It felt weird not to wrap the towel around her torso when she finished, but she hung it on the door to dry and stood at the mirror to go through her routine. She had to keep herself naked and in sight, or risk losing the bet. The bathroom door was only shut for privacy. Even naked, toilet usage didn’t need to be witnessed. 

Half an hour of peace with the door closed. Between the toilet, shower, and sink routines, Gwen had that much time to overthink everything she’d seen Michelle and Paul do together. It felt strange to think she’d been involved, somehow, but she hadn’t been. Not really. She hadn’t done anything. She’d seen them, and they’d seen her, but it wasn’t like her body turned Paul on. That was Michelle’s doing.

So why did guilt gnaw at her? She’d done nothing wrong. She’d stood there. They were consenting adults who let her watch. She was a consenting adult whose insides became a furnace every time she recalled what she’d seen. Pleasure isn’t a sin. That was what Paul said. 

Gwen shook her head. Michelle acted like there were no rules. Like everything was just made up, and you could decide what rules you wanted to follow on your own. But that wasn’t how the world worked, was it? Society had rules for a reason. Clothing was one of them. Not watching your roommate blow her boyfriend was another. 

And not thinking about that roommate’s boyfriend in the shower. That was probably in the list of the many rules of a polite society. It wasn’t even religion, so much as common decency that held Gwen back from enjoying what they suggested. Try as she might, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be free of the shame and fear of public opinion and social condemnation. 

No. She’d win the bet and close her eyes if they started doing anything like that again. She wouldn’t watch. Her reflection nodded back at her as if to confirm her thoughts. No oath, no promise, but an agreement with herself. She’d win the bet, get Michelle off her back and put her in her place, and move on with her life. 

Gwen left the bathroom behind. The steam faded from the vent, and she flinched to see Paul man-spreading on her couch. 

Michelle sat next to him, cross-legged. She watched Netflix, the unpopular live-action adaptation of a popular anime. Paul had his books in front of him, finishing his game prep for their upcoming D&D session. 

Gwen imagined they’d shower after the episode ended. She did her best to ignore them, but annoyance crept into her when Paul didn’t look up from his books. She was naked, and he seemed to prefer jotting notes down in a notebook. She supposed she should be glad for the lack of attention, but couldn’t help but be offended by it. Rolling her eyes, mostly at herself, she stepped into the kitchen and made herself some breakfast. 

Michelle and Paul had empty bowls of cereal on the coffee table. The box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the counter suggested they’d splurged. Gwen typically scarfed a bowl of Cheerios on her way to church. She ate them dry from a Ziploc if she was in a rush. Today, however, she was staying home and had plenty of time to cook whatever breakfast she might enjoy. 

Ordering food was out, given that she was confident Michelle wouldn’t permit her to put on a coat to greet the delivery driver. Maybe she’d get lucky and get one of those Door Dashers who left it in front of the door and sometimes remembered to knock to let you know they’d dropped it off. 

For that matter, what about aprons? She wasn’t going to do much cooking nude. She already had enough mental scarring over this fiasco; she didn’t need to add literal burns for want of an apron. 

“Hey, Michelle?” Gwen asked from the kitchen. 

“Yeah?” Michelle asked, turning to look at her from her seat on the sofa. 

“Can I wear an apron, or does that invalidate the bet?” Gwen asked. 

“Hm…” Michelle stroked her chin. “I’ll tell you what. You give me one freebie with the curse words, meaning you have to wait till the second time I mess up, and you can wear an apron while you cook in the kitchen, but you can’t just put an apron on for the rest of the day.” 

Gwen frowned. She hadn’t even thought of that, and maybe she should’ve. Still, it seemed obvious Michelle wouldn’t let her get away with that. Wearing something for safety was different than trying to wear it to hide. At least Michelle acknowledged that, but the exception came at a cost. Michelle would have to utter two curse words to lose the bet instead of one. 

Was it worth it? How badly did she want bacon? She wanted French toast. It was still frying something, and better to be safe than sorry. 

“Fine.” Gwen agreed. “One freebie!” She held up her index finger. 

“Woo!” Michelle said. “Whatcha making?” 

“French toast.” Gwen said. 

“Nice.” Michelle said, and unpaused her episode to continue watching. 

Gwen put her apron on and tied the bow behind her back. It felt weird when the straps hit her ass and thighs, but she appreciated the brief respite from total nudity as she moved about the kitchen, squatted under the cupboards, and reached on her toes for the measuring spoons because she was too proud to use Michelle’s step stool. 

Milk and all-purpose flour went into the mixing bowl first, and she whisked them together before adding her eggs, cinnamon, sugar, vanilla extract, and a pinch of salt. The routine of cooking her mother’s recipe calmed and soothed her. She thought back to making these for herself on sad days, sharing them with friends, and generally enjoying the boost to her spirits that came with any maple syrup-covered breakfast. 

She fried up more slices than she could eat, but by the time she finished, Michelle and Paul had moved from the sofa into the shower. She could tell they’d be a while from all the grunting. Grunting that she could now picture far too well. She imagined Michelle standing in the shower with one foot on the floor, the other hooked around Paul’s thick torso as he pumped that girthy cock into her… 

Gwen’s blush was as red as the stovetop. She took off the apron, honoring her agreement with Michelle, and moved to the sofa. She put a blanket on the seat before she sat and ignored Paul’s D&D books. She started watching TV. She thought she might watch some kind of service on cable, but she decided against it. She wasn’t that devoted to attendance and didn’t want to sit naked on her sofa, eating French toast while watching that. 

So she watched Emily in Paris, because a cozy, if sometimes frustrating, romance in Paris was always fun and took her out of her head. She finished her breakfast long before the episode ended. Michelle took her plate from the coffee table, which startled her, but she calmed down when she turned to see that Michelle and Paul had left the bathroom. Their shower was over, and Paul was in the kitchen doing dishes while Michelle helped clean the apartment. 

“What time are your friends getting here?” Gwen asked, not worried, but trying to brace herself. 

“Soon.” She said. “We usually order lunch. Sometimes dinner, depending on how late we play.” 

“How long does the game take?” Gwen asked, not familiar with how long it took to play a game of D&D, but knowing that most board games lasted an hour or two. She assumed Michelle’s time away at the game was that hour or two, plus several hours of socializing, or spending time with Paul. 

“Oh, it’s an ongoing storyline.” Michelle said. “We usually play anywhere from four to six hours at a time, with breaks for meals and such in between.” 

Gwen’s eyebrows rose. “Wow.” 

“Do you want to play?” Michelle asked. “You’re welcome to join us. I can help you make a character, or you can play one of the NPCs the party already knows.” 

“No, I’m okay.” Gwen said. “I was going to read while you play, or maybe work on my crotcheting.” 

“Okay.” Michelle said, shrugging, which made her oversized breasts jiggle in an obscene fashion that made Gwen look away. “But if you change your mind, you’re welcome to join us. Right, Paul?” She raised her voice and cast the question into the kitchen. 

“What?” Paul asked, shutting off the sink so he could hear her. 

“I was just telling Gwen she’s welcome to join us whenever she wants. Like we talked about.” Michelle said, not clarifying that she was talking about D&D at all. 

Paul’s confusion made Gwen blush, but she panicked as he started to get an erection. She swatted at Michelle.

Michelle giggled. “For D&D, remember? We decided if she wanted to play, she was welcome to join us?” 

“Oh!” Paul said, recognition dawning. “Right. Yeah. You want to play?” 

“No!” Gwen said, her voice too high and forceful, disproportionate to the question. She blushed again and tried not to look at Paul. “Sorry. I mean, no.” She shook her head. “I’m okay. I’ll read while you guys play.” 

“Okay.” Paul said, shrugging. His bottom half was hidden by the kitchen counter, and Gwen was hidden by the sofa, making the interaction almost normal. “Just let us know if you change your mind.” 

Gwen nodded, and Michelle gave her a wink. “And if you ever want to join us in any other ways… just ask.” She said with her voice in a low whisper so Paul couldn’t hear her. “I’m sure Paul would get a kick out of it. You saw what he thought of the idea, and your nipples are hard as rocks right now.” 

Gwen scrunched her face and tossed a pillow at Michelle, who laughed as she swept out of the living room and carried the dirty dishes into the kitchen. Paul washed them and put them into the dishwasher. He didn’t pass them under the running water and stick them in, like Michelle did. He soaped the rag, washed them, and then placed the dishes in like Gwen did. 

Gwen realized she was watching them when Michelle waved at her from the kitchen. She turned away in a hasty effort to redirect her gaze to anywhere other than Paul’s bared back. 

She checked her phone and played Sudoku while she watched her show. There wasn’t much in the apartment to clean, so she let Michelle handle the chores for once as she prepared for her friend’s arrival. The only thing that distracted her was the three empty tote bags she arranged by the door. 

Gwen realized they were for Michelle’s D&D friends, Roxy, Charity, and Amanda. Gwen wondered if they were really comfortable with the idea of naked D&D. National Nude Day, for as chaotic as the idea was, was still a national day. It wasn’t a proper holiday, and participation was entirely voluntary. It was like National Talk Like a Pirate Day. Whoever thought it up probably considered it just as fun and whimsical. Gwen wasn’t so sure. To her, it seemed like they must have been a pervert, obsessed with other people’s bodies the way Michelle was. 

At least Paul was being respectful about it. She’d thought she’d be uncomfortable with his constant leering, but instead he kept his eyes up, or away. She found herself checking to see if he was looking at her out of a desire for him to look at her. It was a strange dissonance in her head, wanting him to want her, but not wanting him to see her. The ‘competition’ this morning had been embarrassing, standing there, letting him see everything her body had to offer and waiting for him to pass judgment on it in comparison to Michelle’s. 

She’d been mortified. So why had she also been so aroused? Why had she wanted him to keep looking? Or do more than look? Why did she want Paul’s approval? And why did she keep looking in his direction with her eyes never lifting above his waist? 

Gwen did her best not to think about it, but there was only so much distraction a phone could provide before she started Googling. Luckily, someone knocked at the door before she succumbed to the temptation. 

Gwen ducked behind the sofa, hiding from the line of sight of the door. 

Michelle -tsked- at her and strode past. “No hiding.” She said, and opened the door wide like she wasn’t buck naked when she did it. 

Roxy stepped inside, laughing at Michelle’s bawdy greeting. They hugged, like Michelle wasn’t naked. 

“Look at you, girl! You look great!” Roxy said. Her voice was cheerful, and her smile remained wide as she waved toward Gwen. “So do you!” 

Gwen waved back. 

Roxy’s clothes were plain and simple: a tank top and jeans. She was tall, especially compared to Michelle, and would have been slender if not for her breasts, which were too large for her frame. Michelle had sometimes referred to Roxy as having a ‘tits on a stick’ build and Gwen thought it fit, even if it sounded mean. Style-wise, Roxy was… alternative. 

The dark-haired woman had an undercut. The sides of her head were buzzed close and short, while the top of her hair fell over her right side to her chin in a sweeping diagonal. Her black hair matched her black tank top, jeans, leather belt, and boots. The tank top left her arms, shoulders, and collar bones bare, showing off the colorful tattoos that covered her otherwise pale skin. Gwen could lose herself for hours following the details of all the artwork. 

“Roxy’s here!” Michelle called out, though Paul and Gwen both knew it already. 

Roxy waved awkwardly and raised an eyebrow at Paul. She looked small next to his slim figure, but she was taller than Michelle and Gwen by several inches. Once she stepped out of her boots, she was shorter than before but still taller than them. 

“Are you sure this is okay?” Roxy asked, nodding toward Paul. “You’re comfy with this?” 

“Me? Of course!” Michelle said eagerly.

“And Paul and Gwen?” Roxy asked. Gwen appreciated her checking first, but she nodded. Gwen had to remain naked for the bet, but somehow it seemed less embarrassing to be naked when everyone else was too. 

“I’m comfortable if you are.” Paul said, shrugging. 

“Oh, he’s fine.” Michelle said. “If he gets too pervy, just kick him in the balls.” 

Gwen looked surprised at that suggestion, but Roxy laughed it off. “Classic Michelle.” She said. “Okay. So… how do I do this, just strip?” 

“Yeah. You can put your clothes in that tote.” Michelle gestured to the black tote bag she’d placed by the door. “If you get uncomfortable or want to get dressed again, they’re right there for you.” 

“Okay. I should be good.” She said. “I’ve been naked in the chair before, and went on that naked bike ride in the city last year. Plus, I used to go skinny dipping all the time, until my sister moved and sold the place with the pool.” 

“Do you want anything to drink or eat?” Paul asked. “We’ve got the usual game snacks.” 

“I’m good.” Roxy said, whipping off her top to reveal a thin black bra. She took that off next, showing off two small nipples pierced by rings so they looked like door knockers. Each one hung at the end of a long, full breast that rounded at the end of an otherwise almost rectangular shape. 

Her eyebrows, ears, nose, and lips were also pierced with rings, so it shouldn’t have been a surprise that she had piercings elsewhere. Her navel piercing, a simple silver stud, was often on display. She seemed to focus on black and silver jewelry with green stones, if any, but her nipple rings were gold. 

What caught Gwen’s attention more than her jewelry was her ink. She had the tattoo of an owl in flight beneath her boobs, as if holding her breasts up with its wings behind its body and its legs extended for a strike. 

The upper portion of her back had a raven in much the same pose, with its wingspan stretching from the back of her left shoulder to the back of her right. The sides of her torso had roses climbing toward her breasts, where they bloomed into flowers that surrounded each nipple. 

She had full sleeve tattoos on her arms from her wrists to her shoulders, making her look like a badass and a geek. Skulls, machinery (as if she were a robot beneath the skin), vines, polyhedral dice, weapons, the Jedi symbol on her left shoulder, and a curling dragon on her right shoulder. Her tattoos were chaos to Gwen, and there was too much to take in to see them all, but she kept scanning them as Roxy turned her back toward them to unfasten her jeans. She pushed her jeans to the floor and removed her low-waisted panties without fuss. 

Twin tigers stood facing opposite directions on each ass cheek, prowling with their tails curled over each each, their claws extended over the curve of her butt. Thorny vines traveled from her hips where they met the flowered vines. They twisted across her back, tangled along her spine, then wrapped over her hips, and disappeared between her legs with tiny branches stretching toward her pelvis. She didn’t have much in the way of hips or ass, but what she did have was accentuated by her tattoos. The vines flowed over the natural lines where her thighs met her torso. They intertwined above her clean-shaven sex, where a word in a flowery script hung centered above her pink pussy lips. 

“What does that one say?” Gwen asked. “The one above your uh…” She gestured vaguely, but Roxy smiled indulgently, knowing what she was asking. 

“Oh, uh… it says ‘Submissive’.’” Roxy said, blushing slightly when she said it. “It’s a… thing my ex and I did together.” 

“The jerk with the motorcycle?” Michelle asked. 

“Daniel, the guy I was with for three years?” Roxy corrected her. 

“Yeah, the jerk with the motorcycle.” Michelle nodded. 

Roxy rolled her eyes, then shrugged. “He has one that says ‘Master’ in the same spot, right above his dick.” She bit the corner of her lip, carefully avoiding the lip ring in the center of her bottom lip. “Mmm… what a dick.” 

“Do you mean he had a good dick, or he was a dick?” Michelle asked. 

“Both.” Roxy said, laughing. “They can’t all be winners.” 

Michelle laughed with her and hugged Roxy, as if sympathizing with her friend. She probably was. Michelle had a lot of ex-boyfriends whom Gwen didn’t like to recall. Paul was a great catch, though. He was the perfect boyfriend for Michelle and really brought out the best in her. Except for today, maybe. But there was no stopping Michelle when she got an idea like this. 

“Can I just sit anywhere?” Roxy asked as she stepped, naked, into the main apartment. 

“Oh, uh…” Michelle looked around. “Gwen, can you get the towels we put aside for the chairs?” 

Gwen hopped from the sofa without a second thought, only realizing after a few steps that she’d given Paul, Michelle, and Roxy a show by doing so. She grimaced, but tried not to draw attention to it and went into the linen closet in the bathroom. She pulled the towels and placed them over the chairs, starting with the one Roxy took. It seemed they had regular seats for D&D. She set her stuff down, and pulled out her character sheet and bag of dice as Gwen finished laying the other towels down. 

For all of the strangeness, Roxy didn’t seem to notice that Paul or Gwen were nude. She went about her business as if everything was normal. Gwen wasn’t sure if she was ignoring it, enjoying it, or if it really was such a small concern that she didn’t care about it. 

She acted like being totally nude in front of her friends was no big deal. Why wasn’t it a big deal? It was a big deal to Gwen, but she seemed the odd person out in that regard. Was she really so strange? Was it normal to see your friends naked this way? 

Another knock at the door caused Gwen to hide in the kitchen out of instinct. Paul left it for the head of the table, setting a short partition between him and the rest of the table. The depiction of a dragon and a group of heroes fighting it on one side made it look very thematic. The other side had a lot of writing on it, reference notes, and Paul’s notebook, laptop, and a crate of minis and maps he kept beside his chair. 

Michelle answered the door. “Charity!” 

“Hello!” Charity said, bright and cheerful as she entered. “Girl, you look great! Have you been working out, or is that just Paul keeping you active?” 

The girls giggled. 

“I can hear you!” Paul said, clearing his throat from the table, which made them laugh more. 

“Hi Paul!” Charity said, closing the door behind her. Gwen didn’t know what she had been wearing, but removing it didn’t take her long. She stepped into the apartment in the buff, her perfectly even tan the only thing covering her skin. She had no piercings or tattoos that Gwen noticed, but she didn’t look very hard. She was trying not to check out Michelle’s friends. 

The woman had a diminutive stature and was the shortest of the group, even counting Michelle. Her average build next to the bustier woman made her breasts look small by comparison, even if they were proportional to her frame. C-cups, if Gwen had to guess, pressed on to Charity’s chest like two halves of a globe split apart. Her nipples were red more than pink, but hard as diamonds as the air conditioning kissed them. 

“Charity, you remember my roommate, Gwen.” Michelle said, gesturing to Gwen behind the counter in the kitchen. 

Gwen waved, naked and awkward, but acting like a proper hostess. 

“Yeah, we’ve met a few times.” Charity giggled. “Good to see you embracing your wild side!” 

“I wouldn’t say it quite that way.” Gwen said, shrugging off the attention. “But uh… good to see you too, Charity.” 

“Don’t I get a hug?” Charity asked, coming around the kitchen counter and keeping her arms open. She was a hugger, and Gwen didn’t mind, typically, but she’d never hugged someone naked before. 

Charity was shorter than Gwen and softer. Her cute face had lost some roundness over the years, but she still had that youthful bloom on her cheeks. Her long blonde hair was dyed that way over her natural brunette roots. She kept it straight and back, so it flowed over her upper back, where her bra straps would typically be. Instead, there was nothing there when Gwen patted her back. 

Charity’s torso tapered to a tiny waist, and her hips rounded out like two half-moons. She either worked out for her ass, or had work done for it, because it was a sizable peach and blushed slightly pink compared to the rest of her. Charity envied her build, along with her flat stomach, gorgeous legs, ultra-feminine in many ways, and her arms were surprisingly well-toned for as fat as her ass seemed to be. 

The hug was soft, warm, and wonderful. The skin-to-skin contact electrified Gwen, and she blushed with shame as she pulled away. 

“Are you embarrassed?” Charity asked, still holding her hands in hers as they pulled apart. 

Gwen nodded, not trusting herself to speak. 

“You want to watch me do some truly shameless shit for money to help normalize this?” Charity asked, as if asking Gwen if she wanted a cup of tea. The doting, almost maternal tone was a complete contradiction to the suggestion. Charity’s utterly adult manner always contrasted with her stature and constant cheerful demeanor. 

“Uh…” Gwen hesitated. “No?” 

Charity laughed, which caused Gwen to blush harder and try to hide herself slightly. She stopped when she noticed Michelle watching them. 

“Oh, you are too much, honey.” Charity said, smiling. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll try not to mess with you too much. Michelle filled us in. She said you’re not used to this kind of thing?” 

“Not even a little bit.” Gwen agreed, nodding. 

“Well, think of me as your guide into debauchery, if you want one. And if you ever want to make some money…” She moved as if reaching into her pocket, but wasn’t wearing any pants. She smacked herself in the forehead and laughed. “My cards are in my purse. I’ll get you one before I leave. We could do a Collab sometime.” 

“She’s straight.” Michelle said, as if reminding Charity of something, as she sat at the table. 

“Really?” Charity asked, eyeing Gwen again. “Pity.” She winked. “Are you bi at all?” 

“Uh…” Gwen stammered. This wasn’t the first time Charity had flirted with her, but it was the first time she’d been so direct about it. Clothes usually offered some barrier, but Charity’s eyes never left Gwen’s body, as if choosing which part of a buffet she wanted to eat first. 

“If you ever want to try some girl-on-girl stuff… call me.” Charity winked and returned to the table. She walked behind Paul, peering over his shoulder with her hands on his shoulders for balance as she looked into his lap. “Nice. Congrats, Michelle.” 

“Coming on a little strong there, aren’t you?” Michelle asked, her tone full of reproof. “You’re going to give poor Gwen a heart attack.” 

“Sorry, Gwen! I go for what I want.” Charity said, pulling some paper out of her backpack after she took her seat. 

“Don’t take it too personally.” Roxy turned in her seat to face Gwen behind her. “Charity’s offered all of us to join her in a video at one point or another. She’s mostly kidding.” 

“Not kidding.” Charity sing-songed. 

“She’s never offered me.” Paul said, as if offended he’d been left out. 

“Yes, she has.” Michelle said, rolling her eyes. “But through me. She wants it to be a threesome video.” 

“I like the ladies, what can I say? Not that a good dick is a bad thing to have from time to time… I just have my tastes.” Charity said, shrugging. “Oh, speaking of what I want: If this gets spicy…” 

“I already told you. No cameras. No photos. Nothing.” Michelle said, emphasizing each syllable so that it drew out her words, leaving no doubt about how angry she’d be if Charity tried anything. 

“I know, I know!” Charity said, raising her hands. “My phone’s in my tote by the door.” She said. “Promise. But if this is as much fun as I think it will be, we could start a channel. Naked D&D or something. Plenty of nerds would pay to watch four hotties and Paul do naked things together.” 

“Like play D&D?” Roxy asked, surprised. 

“Especially D&D. The nerd market is huge.” Charity nodded knowingly. 

“You realize we’re nerds too, right?” Roxy asked. 

“And how much money have you spent on Nerdy tattoos in your lifetime?” Charity asked, raising her eyebrows in challenge as she nodded toward the dice tattoo on the underside of Roxy’s forearm. 

“Not that much!” Roxy said. “So ha!” 

“Because you get a discount?” Paul asked.

“Shut up!” Roxy slapped Paul’s arm, which made the table erupt in laughter. 

Gwen stood nearby, watching from the kitchen. She wasn’t sure what to make of it all, but the group seemed like close friends. The girls she could understand. Friendships had boundaries, sure, but there had to be a certain locker room mentality that kicked in. Having a guy there, though, changed that dynamic. Yet, none of them were bothered that Paul’s dick was just… out for them to see? Granted, he was sitting at the table now, but still. Charity had taken a good, long look at it. Roxy had seen it. It was weird, right? Why was no one else acting like it was strange? They were laughing and talking like it was totally normal for them to be tits-out at the table. 

Gwen walked across the apartment, which no one seemed to notice, and sat in her chair to read. She tucked her legs under her and held her book in her lap. The spicy fantasy romance was too hot to read with company present, so she’d gone for a more mundane option. A cozy witch mystery in a sleepy small town in rural America needed solving, and Gwent bent her mind to the task. 

The third knock came later than expected. Amanda arrived fifteen minutes later than the others, and she apologized profusely. Like the others, Michelle met her at the door and helped her set her things down. The smell of molten cheese and tomato sauce piqued everyone’s interest. She’d brought pizza for everyone, and Gwen helped Michelle run it into the kitchen. 

“Sorry, I’m late!” Amanda said as she hugged Michelle hello. “You look gorgeous.” 

“Thanks.” Michelle laughed. “So do you. Are you still okay with stripping down for the day?” 

Amanda shrugged. “Sure? I’d never heard of National Nude Day before, but the internet assures me it’s a thing, so it must be true.” 

Michelle helped her set her humongous purse on the floor so she could remove her clothes. 

“Traffic was a nightmare.” Amanda said as she stripped out of the sundress she wore. Her white bra and panty set soon joined the dress in its tote bag. “So I figured I’d order pizza and stop on the way. Have you guys ordered lunch yet?” 

“Not yet.” Michelle said. “We were waiting for you.” 

“Perfect. I hope everyone likes pizza. The top one, the small one, is gluten free.” 

“Thank you!” Roxy said, hearing them from the table. 

Gwen marveled at how carefree Amanda was in stripping off her clothes. She seemed more cautious and normal than the others, but didn’t bat an eye as she stepped into the dining room area in absolutely nothing. As the youngest of the group, she still had a bit of roundness on her jawline, but she was cute and ‘college girl hot’ according to Michelle. Gwen saw what she meant by it, though. 

Amanda’s body was tight, toned, and youthful. Her usual style was that of a typical sorority girl, and her blonde hair and blue eyes cemented that image in Gwen’s mind. She had a small, usually covered, butterfly tattoo on her hip. Its bright blue wings seemed to dance as she strode toward the table. 

“Are you ever gonna get another tattoo?” Roxy asked, curious. 

Amanda giggled and shook her head. “I’ve been thinking about getting something D&D related, actually. Maybe a D20 with a natural twenty on it.” 

“Ooo.” Michelle said as she moved to the kitchen and pulled the plates from the cabinet. 

“Where were you thinking?” Roxy asked. 

Amanda blushed and glanced at Paul before answering. He was reviewing his notes, still preparing for the game they were about to play.

“On my boobs.” Amanda laughed. “I was thinking one above each nipple.” 

“Nice.” Roxy said. “Your tits would look great with some ink.” 

“Your tits look great even without the ink.” Charity chimed in with a wink. 

Amanda blushed and looked down. Her breasts were on the small side compared to Michelle's or Roxy's, and they naturally hung lower and further apart than Charity’s. The symmetry was there, but they weren’t as front-facing as the others at the table, and Amanda seemed more self-conscious than the others even as she tried to hide it. 

“Thanks, I guess.” Amanda said, brushing off the compliment. 

“Who wants pizza?” Michelle asked, calling from the kitchen. 

Every hand rose into the air. 

“Then get up and get some!” Michelle said. “I’m not serving you unless I get tipped!” 

The girls laughed and rose from the table. Paul remained seated, doing his best to focus on the notes in front of him as three gorgeous, naked women walked past him. 

“You don’t want pizza?” Gwen asked, walking over to Paul on her way from the kitchen to the living room with a slice of pepperoni on her plate. 

“I uh… I’ll get it in a minute.” Paul said, trying not to stutter. 

“Do you want me to get you one?” Gwen asked. 

Michelle smiled as she took her seat on Paul’s right. “What’s the matter?” 

“Nothing.” Paul said. “I just figured I’d let the others get their pizza first.” 

“Nonsense. You’re the DM. If anything, you should get yours first.” Michelle said, nodding toward the kitchen. 

“It’s okay.” Paul said, shaking his head. “I can wait.” 

“Don’t be silly. Go get your pizza.” Michelle said. 

“It’s a small kitchen, I figured I’d let the others…” 

Michelle cut Paul off by reaching under the table. “Oh, so that’s why? Are you sure it’s not because you don’t want everyone to see that they gave you an erection?” 

“Michelle!” Paul hissed. 

Gwen blushed and walked away, suddenly finding her spot in the living room fascinating. 

Michelle stroked Paul several times, her fingers wrapped around his cock. “Let them see you hard.” Michelle said, giggling. “It’s only fair.” 

Paul rolled his eyes. 

The girls in the kitchen could hear everything, but didn’t seem interested in intervening for better or worse. No one was certain whether it was better to say they didn’t want to see Paul’s erection or that they wanted to see it. 

“Girls, you don’t mind seeing Paul at full mast, do you?” Michelle asked, raising her voice to make a point of talking to them over the breakfast counter. 

“I don’t mind.” Roxy said, shrugging. 

“I prefer it.” Charity said. 

“I uh… I have no opinion.” Amanda said, keeping her eyes on the pizza. 

“Go on.” Michelle said. “Get a slice and get it over with already.” 

Paul rolled his eyes at Michelle’s antics and huffed. 

“It’s not going to be any easier when we’re all sitting at the table, totally nude, watching you.” Michelle said, which Gwen thought was honestly a reasonable argument. 

She watched from her spot in the living room as Paul rose from the table. Michelle smacked him on the ass, which drew Gwen’s eyes and a small gasp of surprise from her. Paul didn’t react to it as he entered the kitchen and took a plate. 

The girls acted as though no one was naked, except each took their moment to let their eyes drop out of curiosity. Roxy gave Michelle a wink. Charity gave her a chef’s kiss hand gesture. Amanda blushed and looked away, lifting her eyes to the ceiling as she stepped past Paul to return to the table with her plate. 

The girls had drinks, water, soda, wine, and pizza. Paul had his soda and a slice as well. He also brought a roll of paper towels for napkins from the kitchen. The girls had each pulled napkins from the holder, but pizza was greasy and often required more than one per person. 

“Okay.” Paul said, now seated at the table. “When last we left our intrepid adventurers, the group was in the Forest of Twilight, on an island in the Pirate Isles in the Sea of Fallen Stars, hunting for the Red Wizard, Thazzan. Charity, your character, Astara, managed to guide the ship safely into the harbor, and now your characters are preparing to set out into the forest. Is there anything you’d like to do before disembarking?” 

Gwen tried to enjoy her pizza and book while they played, but as they went on, she found herself staring at the page while listening instead of reading. They seemed to be having fun, laughing together, commenting on each other’s past decisions, referencing moments in games previously played that Gwen didn’t know about, but found herself eager to learn. 

Charity played the role of the healer of the group. Astara Venu was a life cleric to a fertility goddess. Gwen didn’t recognize the name of her goddess, but it seemed unique to the world they played in. Her magic revolved around buffing her friends, which led to a few lazy puns on Charity’s part since they were playing in the buff. 

Roxy played a monastic traveler, Mara Skydancer. She had some magic, too, but Roxy didn’t do as much talking in character as the others argued over how to best track Thazzan through the forest. She was pretty effective, though, when a Treant attacked the party for trespassing in the forest. 

Michelle played the rogue, a halfling named Rosewen Wisefoot. Despite the family name, Michelle didn’t portray her as very wise. She made rash decisions, bold as brass, because the character sheet insulated her from consequences. 

Even the quiet and shy Amanda seemed encouraged to take risks, acting as the small team’s natural leader with her fighter, Faye Sylvera, an elven archer. 

The group seemed to be having fun, and Gwen realized that, even though everyone at the table was naked, they’d long since gotten over any awkwardness as they got into character. Perhaps a few more bawdy jokes or lewd comments were made than might be otherwise. Michelle certainly seemed more excited and enthusiastic than usual, even for her. Yet it was just a regular game of D&D. No one seemed to suffer from their impropriety or lewdness. 

Gwen had grown up to believe that actions carried consequences. Society had its rules, and breaking those rules meant you’d be punished, if not by your parents, then by society, or the universe at large. God punished sin, and actions had consequences. The wicked suffered. And yet, no suffering. The only person who seemed to suffer any embarrassment today was Gwen. 

Paul had faced some when he stood with his erection, but no one had teased or laughed at him or anything. His dick wasn’t small, not that Gwen had a lot of reference to compare it to, but it wasn’t pornographically large either. Some of the men in Gwen’s books had dicks that must have taken a significant percentage of their body mass. Unrealistic, sure, but any embarrassment Paul might have felt about being compared to a porn star was long gone. 

Whatever insecurities he had about his body, Gwen didn’t see them. Her own insecurities didn’t seem to matter to anyone else. Even Amanda, who Gwen thought might have shared her distaste for this, was having fun and laughing. She didn’t care that they were naked anymore. 

So why was modesty so important, anyway? Charity was the most immodest person Gwen knew besides Michelle, and she wasn’t suffering from it. On the contrary, she was making money from it. Her immorality funded her entire life, and she had complete control over her ‘creative’ endeavors. She had control of her life in a way that made Gwen hungry for her own freedom. No more silly job, but something she could do that she loved, and would do even if she had won the lottery and suddenly didn’t need to work anymore. 

“Hey, are you sure you don’t want to join us?” Michelle asked, looking behind her to meet Gwen’s eyes. 

Gwen hadn’t realized it while thinking, but she’d stopped reading her book and had been watching them at the table. 

“We’ve got one more chair!” Charity said, patting the chair next to her at the foot of the table. 

Gwen thought about it. They were having fun, and she wanted to have fun, too. Why was she holding back? Why was she stopping herself from having fun when she didn’t have to? “I… don’t have a character.” Gwen said, shaking her head. 

“Paul has a few for you to choose from. He has a bunch of premades always ready in case one of our characters dies and we need a new stat block on the fly.” Michelle said, patting Paul’s arm. 

Paul nodded. “I can print one out for you, lickety split, but there’s no pressure if you don’t want to play.” 

She understood the basics on an intellectual level: tell Paul what she wanted her character to try to do, roll the dice, add the result to the number on the sheet to determine success. It was the specific details that she didn’t quite understand yet. 

“What’s the best kind of character for a total newbie at this game?” Gwen asked, curious but also cautious. 

“Barbarian.” Paul answered without hesitation. “It’s pretty straightforward. You’re more athletic and physically inclined than socially, with some training in wilderness and survival thanks to your Outlander background, and you don’t have much to keep track of in combat. You rage, you attack, and you don’t have to worry about dealing with spell lists.” 

“Like Conan?” Gwen asked. 

“Sure.” Paul nodded. 

Gwen considered it. Playing a character like that might be fun. A barbarian embodied everything she wasn’t. Someone strong, intimidating, confident, and who didn’t care about the rules society had laid on her. 

“Okay.” Gwen said, standing up from the chair. “I’m in.” 

“Yay!” Charity and the others cheered, clapping as Gwen approached the table.

“I don’t have–” Michelle placed a pile of small dice before her spot. 

“Thanks.” Gwen said, smiling slightly. 

“Do you have a preference on what species your character is?” Paul asked. 

“What are the options?” Gwen asked, having some basic familiarity with the fantasy genre but unsure of the total list in this game. 

Amanda passed her a copy of the handbook, and she flipped through the options with interest. “I guess a half-orc would be the most barbarian-ish?” She asked, stopping at the image of a female half-orc holding a giant hammer. “I want to play her.” She pressed her finger to the image. 

“Okay.” Paul nodded, making a few clicks on his laptop. “Printing your sheet now… you’ll just need to fill in the name.” 

Michelle popped up from the table and ran to her room, where the printer was. She returned with several sheets of paper with many different numbers and snippets of information. “These are your ability scores, their modifiers, your saving throws, and your skills.” Michelle said, pointing each out. “Paul will tell you what and when to roll, and you roll a d20 and add whatever number is next to that skill, or saving throw.” She said. 

“These are your attacks, and these are your class features. The most important one for you is rage.” Michelle said. 

Gwen smiled. “Okay.” She nodded. “So… how do I join?” 

“They’ll find you as they explore the forest.” Paul said. “Or you’ll find them. And then you can join them on the hunt for the wizard Thazzan.” 

“Sounds good.” Gwen nodded, smiling as she looked at the others. It was different being at the table. Everyone was still naked, and no one was hiding, but no one cared. It was more about having fun with their friends. However, she noticed the name section on the character sheet was blank. “What’s her name?” 

“That’s up to you.” Paul said. 

“Hmm…” Gwen pondered what to name her while the others waited, but she waved them on. “Go ahead, I’ll think of something.” 

Paul nodded. “Okay.” He looked toward Amanda. “As you travel through the hot and humid forest, you find a spring of clear water bubbling from the ground.” 

“We stop to rest.” Amanda said. “And fill our canteens.” 

“We have plenty of food.” Charity said. “But we’re low on fresh water from the voyage, right?” 

“Right.” Amanda nodded. 

“Okay.” Paul said, making a note. “Roll me a perception check…” 

Gwen smiled as she watched Amanda roll the die and followed along with the stats on her own sheet. Joining them was better than watching from the outside. And for a moment, for the first time in the entire day, Gwen was comfortable. She didn’t forget that she was naked, but she felt like she was part of something, and that her nakedness was something that connected her to the group. They were naked too, after all. So while it was strange to consider it, her nudity only increased her sense of belonging among Michelle’s friends. 

Michelle smiled at her and winked from the other side of Amanda as Paul described what Amanda’s character found. 

“You notice the signs of a recent encampment here. It looks like a single person was here recently, and might return soon.” Paul said, and nodded toward Gwen, who took her cue to join them.