Virtues & Vices

((This was a story I started writing for the National Nude Day competition on Literotica, and didn't finish. I polished it up for posting here though, since it has a little spicy scene. I might finish it one day, but for now this is all there is. It's obviously derivative of HH and a little shallow because I haven't tweaked it at all or fleshed it out. Still, I hope you enjoy!))

Gwen looked up from her book at her front door's deadbolt scraping open. Instinct took over, and she crammed the paperback between the sofa cushions as she sat up. The heat on her face seared her but wasn’t noticeable, she hoped. 


She'd been reclining, enjoying a Saturday in another world where a half-elven lord had to rally his romantic interests against the rise of great evil. The handsome and charming lord was the type of man Gwen wanted in her fiction. The spicy scenes of the story warmed her core, and she’d been inches away from rubbing herself to her shame. Instead, she was standing rigid as her roommate entered. 


“Grocery shopping, done!” Michelle declared as she kicked the door open. 


“Do you need help bringing things in?” Gwen asked. 


“Nope.” Michelle said. She raised her arms in evidence, each bearing no less than four bags hanging from her forearms. “Ah, ha, ha!” She stomped into the room, laden with the weight of groceries. “I am woman. Hear me roar!” Her follow-up dinosaur impression was not the most impressive one she’d ever given, but she had to walk sideways to enter the kitchen. 


“Our downstairs neighbors are going to complain about your Godzilla impression.” Gwen warned. 


Michelle shrugged, or, that is, she tried to. The bags didn’t let her shoulders move very much, but the intention of a shrug was there for Gwen to see. “Eh. I’ll apologize if it becomes an issue.” 


Gwen shook her head and took some of Michelle's bags. She put them on the counter. Michelle lowered her bags to the kitchen floor in front of the fridge. The unloading was an ancient and practiced ritual between the two, with everything going away to deal with ‘later.’ 


“You’ll never guess who I ran into at the grocery store.” Michelle said as she placed the bananas on the counter. 


“Your boyfriend?” Gwen asked. “He works there, after all.” 


“Yes, but that’s not who I meant.” Michelle groaned. “Guess again.” 


“I have no idea.” Gwen admitted. “Somebody from work?” 


“Trent!” Michelle declared as though Gwen had made eleven guesses instead of one. 


“Who?” Gwen asked. She cocked her head as she put the peanut butter in its new cabinet home.


“Trent.” Michelle repeated herself. “The new guy they hired in shipping?” 


“The grocery store hired a new guy in shipping?” Gwen asked. 


“No, our company hired a new guy in shipping. I ran into him at the grocery store.” Michelle said. 


Gwen browsed her files for a face to place with the name and produced a 404 error in her head. She shrugged. 


“You’ve met him!” Michelle said. “Tall guy. Handsome. Fit. Asian guy.” 


“An Asian guy named Trent?” Gwen asked. 


Michelle shrugged. “Don’t be racist.” 


“It’s not racist, I was just surprised!” Gwen defended herself, almost frightened by the implication. 


“Calm down.” Michelle raised her hands. “I’m just teasing you. Jesus.” 


Michelle’s eyes tracked her momentarily as if waiting for her to say something else. When she didn’t, Michelle cleared her throat and looked meaningfully at her. 


“What?” Gwen asked. 


“Aren’t you going to ask why I mentioned it?” Michelle asked. 


“Why you mentioned what?” Gwen asked. 


“Running into Trent!” Michelle tossed an oven mitt at her. 


“I’m going to assume he asked you out, and you turned him down because of Paul?” Gwen asked, using her powers of prediction to determine the most likely course of action. After all, Michelle dressed to entice. 


Michelle was attractive, in Gwen’s opinion. Five and a half feet tall, a butt forged from squats, breasts that would undoubtedly give her back problems one day, and a smile that lit up any dimly lit apartment. Her least attractive trait, in Gwen’s opinion, was that she dressed like a slut. Michelle’s boyfriend Paul loved it, but Gwen would have preferred she draw less attention to herself.  


Not that Gwen judged her for that. Michelle was free to dress however she wanted, but she dressed to attract even though she already had a boyfriend. Her ensemble today was typical for the July heat. Her shorts were gray sweat material slitted on the sides, showing off her legs and the undercurve of her ass on both sides. Her white tank top was cropped an inch below her breasts, and its squared neckline revealed cleavage longer than was decent. Her black bra and its straps were visible at every edge of her top. 


“No.” Michelle shook her head. Her smile made Gwen worry. 


“You didn’t turn him down?” Gwen glared at her. 


“No, I mean, he didn’t ask me out.” Michelle shook her head. “He asked you out.” 


“He what?” Gwen asked. 


“He’s single.” Michelle said immediately. “And he thinks you’re cute.” 


“I’ve never met him!” Gwen said. “How does he know what I look like?” 


“I showed him your picture!” Michelle said. 


Gwen rolled her eyes and tossed the oven mitt at Michelle. “I’m not going on a date with some guy from work you think is cute.” 


“He’s a churchgoer, like you, he likes Taylor Swift, and he’s not obsessed with Football.” Michelle recited. “I told him you’re looking to take things slow and have given up on the apps since you’re not into hookups, and he still gave me his number to pass on to you.” 


Gwen deadpanned and shook her head. “No.” 


Michelle pouted. “Come on.” She took Gwen by the wrist and tugged. “You can double with me and Paul. It’ll be fun!” 


“Or I can stay home and save myself the embarrassment.” Gwen tugged her arm free from Michelle’s pleading grip. “I’m not going on any more dates. Just because you’re happy in a relationship doesn’t mean I need to be in one.” 


Michelle frowned. “You need to have fun and let loose a little. You’re so repressed you’re going to explode one of these days.” 


Gwen shook her head and shouldered her way out of their kitchen. She sat in her chair facing the TV and pulled her laptop out, glancing at the sofa briefly but not looking at Michelle. 


Michelle leaned against the breakfast counter. “Come on…” She pleaded. “It might be fun! Worst case scenario, you lose your V-card.” 


“That’s your worst-case scenario?” Gwen asked. “I can think of eighteen cases worse than that off the top of my head. No. I’m not going on a date. Even a double date. Why is it so important to you that I date someone?” 


“Because I know you want to!” Michelle exclaimed. “You’re a romantic! You watch rom-coms like they’re cocaine. You watch Paul and I like you’re trying to live vicariously through me every time he comes over. It’s creepy! You're so sexually repressed you're going to blow one of these days.” 


Gwen rolled her eyes. “You’re exaggerating. But fine. I’ll close my eyes when Paul comes over. It’s not my fault you two make out on the couch all the time. Go to your room if you want to be alone.” 


“We do.” Michelle said. “And unless you have earplugs, you know that.” 


“Michelle.” Gwen said. Her tone was full of reproach. 


“God, you’re such a prude!” Michelle said. She plopped onto the sofa and picked up the television remote. 


“Michelle.” Gwen said again. 


“You’ve never just let go and done something wild once?” 


“Wild isn’t safe.” Gwen said. “I’m sorry I’m not brave like you, going out to clubs, drinking with guys, dancing, sleeping with whoever I want.” 


“Fucking.” Michelle corrected her. 


“Now you’re just trying to upset me.” Gwen glared. 


“No. I want you to get comfortable with reality and stop living in your little bubble.” Michelle said. She crossed her arms and reclined. “I don’t sleep with people. I fuck them.” 


Gwen rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” 


“You’ve never fucked? Not even a little?” Michelle asked. 


“You know I haven’t.” Gwen said. 


“I know you still have your V-card, or so you say, but not even a little? You’ve never explored? Sucked a guy off? Given someone a hand job? Grinded?” Michelle asked. She mimed each action as she listed them. 


“Just stop.” Gwen raised her hands. Her face was darkened with blush. 


“Ah ha! You have!” Michelle said. 


“No, I haven’t!” Gwen argued. “I just don’t want to have this conversation with you right now.” 


Michelle sighed. 


“What will it take for you to leave me alone about this?” Gwen asked. “Do I have to go out with Trent so you’ll stop thinking everyone needs to be as carefree and wild as you are?” 


Michelle raised her hands in surrender. “You don’t need to be as wild as me, but it wouldn’t kill you to loosen up a little, would it?” 


Gwen frowned. 


“Just loosen up.” Michelle said, waving her arms like noodles.


“Well, maybe you should be more like me. Have you ever considered that?” Gwen asked. 


Michelle laughed. “I can’t un-fuck everyone I’ve ever fucked. Even if I could, it’d take too long!” 


Gwen made a face that let Michelle know how disgusting she thought that statement was.


“How about this…” Michelle said, strumming her finger on her chin. “How about a bet?” 


Gwen closed her eyes and then lifted them to Michelle. “Why would I make a bet?” 


“If you win, I’ll pay your half of the rent next month.” Michelle said. 


That got Gwen’s attention. “And if you win?” 


“You go on a date with Trent. Just a double date with Paul and I. You give him a chance.” Michelle said. She was smiling, sitting cross-legged on the couch now, and leaning forward as she scanned Gwen’s face for any sign of agreement. 


“One date for one month’s rent?” Gwen asked, making sure she heard her right. 


Michelle nodded. “Those are the stakes.” 


“What’s the bet?” Gwen asked, her eyes narrowing as she sensed a trap. Michelle had some savings, sure, but she wasn’t rolling in dough. Neither of them were. If Michelle was willing to bet a month’s rent, she was confident she would win. 


“Do you know what tomorrow is?” Michelle asked. 


“Sunday?” Gwen asked. 


“July 14th.” Michelle specified. 


Gwen furrowed her brows in confusion, waiting for Michelle to continue her explanation. Clearly, July 14th meant nothing to her. 


“National Nude Day.” Michelle explained. 


Gwen’s eyebrows unfurrowed and rose to the ceiling. 


“That’s the bet.” Michelle said. 


“What’s the bet?” Gwen asked. 


“If you can loosen up and go nude for an entire day tomorrow, I’ll cover next month’s rent. If you wear a scrap of clothing at any point tomorrow, you lose, and you have to go on a double date.” Michelle said. She laid it all out. 


“That’s a dumb bet.” Gwen said. “You couldn’t do that.” 


“I will if you will.” Michelle said. 


“Two months rent.” Gwen said. 


“Two dates, then.” Michelle countered. 


Gwen sighed. Two month’s rent was enough money to make it potentially worth it, but there were several problems. “You can’t make me leave the apartment.” 


“Agreed.” Michelle said. “But you can’t hole up in your room all day either. You can spend the day in the apartment but not your room.” 


Gwen frowned. “And totally nude? No undies? No bra?” She gently cupped her breast, which was more than could fit in her hand. Heavy boobs did not make for braless days very often. 


“Nothing.” Michelle said. 


“Can we close the blinds?” Gwen asked. She was pondering obstacles that might make her lose the bet, and their neighbors looking in would certainly make her put on her clothes. 


“Sure.” Michelle said. 


Gwen looked around the apartment, trying to think of something else that might make her lose the bet. “Can we put towels down on the furniture? It’d have to be sanitary.” 


“Of course.” Michelle said, agreeing. “We’ll make it sanitary.” 


“So you’re the only person who would see me naked?” Gwen asked. 


Michelle shrugged. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you naked before. You wear pajamas to the bathroom, and you dress in there.” 


“I’m not comfortable naked.” Gwen said. “You know that.” 


“You’re not comfortable with anything.” Michelle countered. “Gwen, you’re gorgeous. You’ve got that milk chocolate complexion, you’re fit, curvy hips, your bust is smaller than mine, but you’ve got great tits.” Michelle mimed curving her hands over Gwen’s breasts and honking them. 


Gwen covered her chest with an arm as though Michelle were using X-ray vision. 


Michelle rolled her eyes. “That’s another condition. No covering yourself up with your hands or anything that isn’t clothes. You have to bare everything for the entire day.” 


Gwen frowned. 


“And I will too.” Michelle said. 


“Going naked isn’t a big deal for you, though.” Gwen said. 


“Well, what would you bet I could or couldn’t do for the whole day?” Michelle asked. 


“Go without swearing.” Gwen said immediately. 


Michelle frowned. “Fuck.” 


“See!” Gwen pointed at her face. 


Michelle laughed. “Okay. So you go naked with me for the entire day, and I’ll go without cursing.” 


Gwen contemplated, stalling as long as she could. “I’d have to skip church, or it would have to start after I got home.” 


“You can go if you want to, but you’ll cause a sensation.” Michelle waggled her eyebrows. 


Gwen threw a throw pillow at her, and Michelle caught it and tossed it to the other end of the sofa. 


“What do you say?” Michelle asked. “Do we have a bet?” 


Gwen thought about it longer than she should have but shook her head. “No bet.” She said. 


“Why not?” Michelle asked. 


“Because I don’t need to. I can afford the rent and still not have to go on a date if I don’t want to.” Gwen explained. 


“So what do you want?” Michelle asked. “What’s something you want from me that I wouldn’t want to give?” 


Gwen didn’t have to consider it for long before an answer appeared. “You never bug me about dating again, and I mean ever, on pain of our friendship.” 


Michelle frowned. 


“On top of the two months rent stakes.” Gwen added. 


Michelle sighed but nodded as if she’d expected the counteroffer. “I’ll agree to that.” She said. “No more playing matchmaker if you win the bet.” 


Gwen frowned, but she eventually sighed and offered Michelle her hand, leaning across the empty space between them. 


Michelle leaned across the remainder and shook her hand. “We have a bet?” 


“We have a bet.” Gwen agreed. “I can do this.” 


“We’ll see.” Michelle winked. “But honestly, if you lose, you still kinda win. Trent’s a cutie.” 


Gwen rolled her eyes. “When does this bet start? Midnight?” 


“Let’s call it six am.” Michelle decided. “After that, it’s clothes off until Monday.” 


“Okay.” Gwen said. “I can do this.” She said, almost entirely to herself. She glanced down at the comfortable pajama pants and t-shirt she wore. At least they would save some money on the air conditioning. 


~~~


Saturday night, Paul sat at the table in his kitchen, reviewing his notebook and making notes on the relevant Monster Manual pages he’d need to reference later. The Lich fight wouldn’t be easy, but he needed more than one enemy, or his level seventeen players would waltz through the boss fight they’d been building toward for the last year. They had too many magic items. That was his fault, but he found it impossible to say no to the girls. 


The kitchen table was perfect for spreading out his reference books. He listened to his Spotify medieval fantasy playlist and charted out his friends’ next adventure. The folk ballad of two magicians played in his ear, and he tapped his foot along until the song was replaced with a ring. 


Paul’s phone interrupted his notetaking, buzzing harshly against the wood and dancing across the table. Paul grabbed his phone and checked the screen. “My Girl” was calling. He answered by tapping his earphone, and the call connected. 


“Hey, what’s up, Babe?” Paul asked. “Everything okay?” 


“What are you doing tomorrow?” Michelle asked. She was quiet on the other side as if she were whispering. 


“Uh… I have a D&D game. So do you, remember?” He asked. 


“Oh, I totally forgot.”


He could hear the frown in her voice. “What’s up?” Paul asked. “Do you need to cancel?” 


“No.” Michelle said. “Well… maybe.”


“I appreciate your clarity. What’s going on?” 


Michelle sighed. “Let me check with the girls, and I’ll get back to you. Okay?” 


“Okay.” Paul said. “Just let me know if I should pause my prep.” 


“Okay. I’ll text you.” Michelle said. 


“Okay.” Paul said, putting his pencil down. “I love you.” 


“Love you too.” Michelle whispered and ended the call. 


Paul’s music resumed, but he paused Spotify. He knew better than to ask questions he wouldn’t receive the answers to, so patience was his only answer. However, between Michelle’s tone and the suggestion that they might cancel, he decided to break from prep. He left the books on the kitchen table and played video games until he heard back. 


Half an hour later, he got a text. 


Michelle: Can we have the game at my place tomorrow? 


Paul: Sure. Should I let the group know? 


Michelle: Already did. Can you come early?


Paul: Of course. Ten? 


Michelle: How comfortable are you being naked? 


Paul stared at his phone. 


Paul: In general? Pretty comfy, I guess. I sleep naked, you know that.


Michelle: I mean in front of people. 


Paul: I’m not the fittest guy in the world or anything, but I’ve got enough to be confident over.


Michelle: Yeah you do. 


Paul: Is there a connection somewhere I’m missing, or is this your ADHD guiding us toward an adventure in sexting? 


Michelle: Both? 


Paul: What’s the connection? 


Michelle: Gwen and I have a bet going. We have to spend the entire day tomorrow naked. 


Paul: And you want to have the game at your place so you can be naked? 


Michelle: How do you feel about that? 


Paul: I’m OK with it, I guess. They’re your friends. Are you comfortable being naked with them? 


Michelle: Of course! The girls have seen me naked plenty of times. You know how I am at parties. 


Paul: Sure. 


Michelle: I was thinking we could all be naked. 


Paul hesitated at that. He knew Gwen wouldn’t be comfortable with a naked guy in their apartment, especially if she was naked, too. 


Michelle: Is that okay? 


Paul: You want me to be naked in front of your friends? 


Michelle: I was thinking we could all be naked together. To celebrate National Nude Day. 


Paul: You’re okay with me seeing your friends naked? 


Michelle: I’m game if you are. If you’re good, I might even crawl under the table to help you enjoy what you see. 


Paul: Yeah? 


Michelle: Yeah. Can you imagine sitting at the table, naked, staring at the tits around the table while I suck your cock? 


Paul’s cock was hard in his pants, and he adjusted how he was sitting. He couldn’t imagine it, not really. He’d seen the girls in bikinis before but never naked. He’d never even seen Gwen in a bikini. She hadn’t joined their beach trips. 


Michelle, Roxy, Charity, and Amanda made up the D&D group. Michelle wanted to learn to play at one point because Joe Manganiello played. Paul had invited her to join a game he was running for his roommates and friends, but she wanted to play with other newbies, not veterans. Her friends were fun, but they never took the game that seriously. 


Roxy was a tattoo artist who worked nearby. She played a monk in their game and wasn’t into playing in character very much, but enjoyed the vicarious violence. Paul hadn’t imagined her naked before, but now he imagined he might see some new artwork. He wondered how her breasts would look at the table. He was pretty sure she had piercings, but now he’d know for sure. 


Charity was the sluttiest of the group, which was impressive considering Michelle was in the group. She was a professional, though. She had an OnlyFans and wasn’t shy about how she made her money with her friend group. To the public, she was a ‘consultant,’ but the group knew the truth. Michelle even had a subscription to her, supporting her friend. She’d shown Paul some of the pictures to demonstrate what she meant when she said she wanted to try bondage. So he’d seen her naked before. 


Amanda was college-girl hot but modest; seeing her naked would be a treat. 


His own body wasn’t pornographic. He was tall and burly, with hair on his arms and chest, thick with muscle and layered with fat. He thought of himself as swole but wouldn’t win any lifting competitions. Naked, he’d be okay, he supposed. They’d seen him shirtless before at the beach and hadn’t teased him. Michelle liked his dick, but soft? He wasn’t sure he was okay with the girls seeing him soft. Though, that might not be an issue if they were naked, too. 


Michelle: Too busy picturing it to respond? 


Paul: … yeah. 


Michelle: Want me to come over? 


Paul: Fuck yeah. Get over here. 


Michelle knocked at his door when the text came through, having already driven over. She'd planned on Paul's assent. He wondered if this whole idea was real, or if this was another new method of foreplay. 


Paul opened the door, and Michelle dove into his arms, kissing him. The two of them backed into Paul’s bedroom, and he slammed the door shut, their phones still in hand. 


Clothes came off in fits and starts as they made out. Paul took his shirt off first, then lifted Michelle’s over her head. Her crop top wasn’t much of an obstacle. Her bra was far more difficult, but she helped him when the third latch snagged. She slid the bra across her arms and tossed it aside. 


“I can’t spend the night.” Michelle panted. “We start at six.” 


Paul nodded. “Your bet is real?” He asked.


Michelle answered with an “Mmhmm” as she returned to kissing him. She moved to kiss his neck and straddled his lap as he sat on the edge of his bed. His cock pressed against her through her pants, and she closed her eyes with a smile. 


“Want to go to your place then?” Paul asked. 


Michelle froze. She pulled away from Paul with a wicked grin and nodded. “Can you imagine the look on Gwen’s face if she comes out butt naked for breakfast and you’re standing there in the buff? She'd stand there, entranced, drooling at the thought of your cock.” 


Paul’s shaft twitched. 


“Oh, you like that idea?” She asked, talking to Paul’s cock rather than him. “Do you want to see Gwen naked?” 


Paul froze. 


“It’s okay.” Michelle winked at him. “It’s natural.” She reached between them and fished his dick out, gripping and stroking it. “You’re a stud. I bet you want to see them all naked. You’d even fuck them if you had your way. All of us kneeling in front of your cock, taking turns sucking you like this.” 


Michelle slid down to kneel between his feet and licked the length of his cock from base to tip before taking him into her mouth. 


“Oh, God.” Paul seized the edge of the mattress in his hands and squeezed. 


“Gwen’s never even sucked a guy off.” Michelle said, popping off his cock. “I’d have to teach her how to handle your shaft.” She pumped him, aiming him toward her massive tits as she pumped him with one hand and fingered herself with the other. 


“She’d want to learn too.” Michelle continued. “After watching us fuck all over the apartment? I have to be nude all day, and you’d be hanging out, taking me whenever you wanted me. I’d be your free-use girlfriend all morning long. She’d realize she wants what I have. The two of us could just be your free-use sluts for a day. Then, the girls would come over for the game and strip down at the door. Maybe the others would join in. Amanda, Roxy, and Charity can roll dice while bouncing in your lap, right?” 


Paul fell back to the mattress, groaning. 


Michelle climbed him, losing her shorts and panties on the trip. She straddled him and lowered herself onto his cock. She was scorching hot and soaked through her panties before she removed them. She rolled her hips and raised her hands, ruffling her hair as she twisted and rode him cowgirl style. Her knees squeezed his torso, and her breathing became heavier. 


Paul gripped her hips and started thrusting. 


“So close.” Michelle whispered. “I’m so close…” 


“You’re right, you know.” Paul said, his voice a growl. “I’d love to see your friends naked. To fuck you in front of them. To fuck them in front of you. Can you imagine?” 


Michelle closed her eyes, moaning. 


“Imagine Gwen on her knees, my hands on either side of her face, pumping my cock into her throat as I roll the dice and battle the rest of you in the game. Whoever loses the most HP has to give the winners an orgasm.” Paul conjured the fantasy easily. The dirty-talking fantasy was nothing new to him. Michelle had hit him with some doozies in the past. Some were obviously ridiculous, but others felt like they could almost happen, and those were the hottest as far as Paul was concerned. 


“Oh, fuck.” Michelle said, clenching against him. “Oh, Paul! Fuck me! Fuck me, Paul.” She groped her breasts, squeezing her tit toward Paul’s face. He propped himself up and sucked one into his mouth, causing her to gasp and make a high-pitched throaty warble he thoroughly enjoyed. 


“Fuck me hard.” Michelle rolled her hips. 


“You’ll have to wait your turn. First, I’m going to fuck Gwen.” Paul laid back and groped her breasts with his hand, squeezing the pillowy flesh in his hands. 


“I’ll start with her mouth, then her tight virgin pussy.” Paul said. “Then I think I’ll give Roxy a spin. I’ll fuck Charity in that fat ass of hers, doggy style.” He slapped Michelle’s ass, her curvy, pale butt jiggling from their motions already. 


“Or maybe I’ll choke her with one hand while she rubs one out to me fucking Amanda with her legs over my shoulders.” He brought his other hand to Michelle’s throat and gently tightened his grip. 


“After they get their orgasms, I’ll give you one, just like this. I’ll lay back on the table and let you mount me. Then you can ride me, just like this, trying to get me off before you pass out.” He watched her face turn pink. 


Michelle shivered, squeezing him. “Paul…” She whispered. “Please…” 


“Go on.” Paul encouraged her. “Cum for me, Gorgeous.” 


The encouragement was the last she needed. She ground against him, then shivered as she shook and suddenly kicked up her ride to eleven. Her nails raked his stomach, drawing red lines on his pale skin. 


Paul removed his grip from her throat and clamped his hand over her mouth as she screamed out her orgasm, an old and practiced move. He grunted as his leg spasmed, and he emptied himself into Michelle. His strength fled with the force of a geyser, and his eyes fluttered with weariness as Michelle fell onto him and squeezed him tight. 


“Fuck.” Paul panted. “You were really worked up, huh?” 


Michelle chuckled, sweat on her body dripping to Paul. She rolled off him, letting the air conditioning cool them both. They stared at the ceiling together and caught their breath. 


“Ready to go?” Michelle asked. 


Paul propped himself up on his elbows. “To where?” 


“My place.” Michelle said. “I was serious about that.” 


Paul’s eyes flared wide. “Wait… I thought we were just playing around like usual. Are we going to your place?” 


Michelle nodded. “And we’re spending tomorrow nude.” 


“And the others are coming to play D&D naked?” Paul asked. 


Michelle laughed. “Yeah.” She said. “The nudity is all for real.” She explained. “I don’t know about the rest of it. That might just be fantasy.” 


Paul took a deep breath. “Well… so long as they don’t mind if I get hard.” He shrugged. “I’m not going to be able to think about anything but that fantasy you realize.” 


Michelle shrugged. “Stiffies happen. They won’t hold it against you. They’ll take it as a compliment. Hell, Charity might actually fuck you for views if I let her. Roxy probably won’t. Amanda… who knows? But it’d be kinda cool if they were down.” 


Paul laughed. “Yeah, right.” 


Michelle rolled toward him, cuddling his side. “What? You don’t think you could handle satisfying multiple women?” 


“I think I have a girlfriend.” Paul reminded her. “You.” 


“Well, yeah, but if I’m there and giving you my permission?” Michelle asked. “If I’m joining in?” 


“Then I will gladly fuck whichever friend you want me to.” Paul rolled his eyes but enjoyed the fantasy. 


“Even Gwen?” Michelle asked. 


“Especially Gwen. She’s hot and has that preacher’s daughter vibe going for her.” Paul hugged Michelle with one arm and stretched the other, putting his hand behind his head. “She’s either repressed to the point where she’ll be a fantastic lay when she lets loose, or she’s inexperienced enough that we can teach her to do things exactly how we prefer.”  


“Maybe she’ll loosen up if she finally loses that V-card and realizes the whole purity thing is nonsense.” Michelle said, her voice dreamy. 


Paul shrugged. “Anything’s possible.” 


“You betcha.” Michelle patted Paul’s stomach. They lay there for a few more minutes, breathing and recovering, before Michelle broke the silence. “Come on. Grab your stuff. I’ll drive.” 


Paul took another deep breath as he watched Michelle move about the room. She dressed, and Paul changed his pants, packed his overnight bag, grabbed his D&D books and dice, and left with her. Dating Michelle was definitely an adventure. He could only imagine what tomorrow had in store.