A Latvian Tradition

That night, after Desmond had unpacked and settled himself into his new home, Slanda invited her two new housemates into the livingroom. There, she was laid out 3 boxes of ****. One full of cider, one full of lager, one full of beer. She wasn't sure what either liked to drink, so she bought a variety to cover the basics.

Bernice was the first to answer her call, being in the room just next door to the livingroom made the jounrey very easy. A big smile spread across her face at seeing the options presented, with boxes of 24 cans of each choice laid out in front of the coffee table on the floor. She dug into the box of cider and sat down on one sofa, opening the can.

Desmond hadn't arrived down yet, so Slanda went upstairs and lightly knocked on his door. He quickly resbonded and opened it.

'Hello,' Slanda said with her thick Latvian accent.

'Hey,' he responded with his northern accent.

'Downstair, I have some drink. I thought you will want to come downstair and we can officially introduce ourselves.'

He pondered it for a moment, seeming hesitant to engage with her.

'If you don't want to, it is fine.' She said with an innocent smile. 'Please not feel pressure that you have to join in.'

'Nah, nah,' Desmond said, scratching the back of his head, 'I'll pop down for a drink. Lead the way.'

Clapping her hands a few times in excitement, she spun on her heel and began walking downstairs with Desmond close behind her.

When he walked into the livingroom, Bernice was sipping her can of cider while scrolling on her phone. He bent down and also took a can from the cider box. Slanda opened the beer box and snatched up her beverage.

Slanda sat next to Bernice on the sofa faking towards the kitchen. Desmond took ownership of the sofa next to it, facing the door he just walked through.

'So,' Slanda began. Bernice politely laid her phone of the coffee table, and Desmond sat leaned forward in his seat in an uninviting posture. 'It is good to meet you both. My name is Slanda, I'm from Latvia and I major my studies in chemistry.'

She then gestured her hands next to her, prompting Bernice to speak. 'Oh,' she exclaimed, expecting the foreign beauty to say more. 'My name is Bernice, I'm studdying to be an archetect.'

'I'm Desmond, I study computer science.'

'Very good,' Slanda said. 'You both seem like good and down to earth people. So I would like to invite you engage in something with me tonight. A tradition from my home country.'

Bernice and Desmond looked at her quizically, not sure where this was going.

The tradition Slanda was about to propose was a total lie. No such thing happens in Latvia. Instead, when the news broke that she would be sharing the house with 2 other people, Slanda was a little heart broken. In the 3 weeks she had been living in that house, she had spent most of it in the nude. Tonight was the longest she had been clothed for in all her time living there. So, she wanted to test the waters with the exhibitionist hidden inside her, and created a fake tradition about her home country, hoping to push out of her comfort zone and have other people see her naked body, while getting a sneak peak at theirs too.

'In Latvia, when people move into a house together, we stand with each other in a room together.' To highligh this 'fact' she stood up from the sofa and walked into the middle of the room. Hesitantly, Bernice followed her, not wanting to offend her traditon. Desmond followed not long after.

'And then,' Slanda said, 'we begin removing our clothes, down to the underwear.' She highlighted this by swiftly lifing her shirt up, revealing the red bra underneith. Bernice took a step back in surprise, crossing her arms over her stomach in discomfort, eyes shooting to the stripping Slanda and then to Desmond, who craned his neck up and away, looking at the ceiling in a display of chivalry that Bernice appreciated.

The rustling of clothes stopped, and Slanda was stood in the middle of the room, clad in only red bra and knickers. She was nervous about having done this, but hid her nerves by acting like this was normal to her.

'All of us would do this,' she explained, 'and then look at each other and give a compliment to everyone about their bodies. She looked back and forth between the pair, 'would you please join me in this tradition?'

Bernice was slowly backing away, feeling very uncomfortable with the proposition. She was very insecure about her body. She never even wore a crop top, she was that frightened of leaving her skin on display. Slanda noticed her orbiting away from her, and outreached a hand to her. 'This is nothing to worry about,' she offered with a comforting tone. 'When living together, there are going to be times we see each other a little undressed. With this tradition, we will make any future encounters like that not awkward or embarrassing, as we have already allowed each other to look at everyone undressed.'

Slanda had a sudden idea of how to manipulate the nervous redhead. She walked over to her and whispered in her ear, 'Are you nervous becuase he is black?' she asked.

'What? No!' Bernice exclaimed, quick to end the notion of any racist thoughts.

'It's okay, I understand the hesition,' she spoke in a louder voice, 'but he seems nice and respectful. He doesn't seem the type to be innapropriate.'

'I'm not,' she began saying loudly, but hushed her tone and quietly said to Slanda, 'I'm not racist, I just don't like showing off my body like that.'

Desmond was backing away now. Feeling the conflict brewing, he slunk away into the kitchen, hoping the girls would leave so he could quietly make his way back to his room.

'You have nothing to be worried about,' the half naked Slanda comforted Bernice, 'this is not a sexual thing, but a way to make up closer as housemates. It's perfectly normal in Latvia, and happens every day.'

Bernice pondered it for a moment. She was feeling trapped and scared and embarrassed just at the thought of it. But, she did not want to offend Slanda and her tradition, so just this one time, she would be willing to do it. 'Okay,' she begrudgingly said. 'but, he has to strip first.'

Slanda clapped her hands excitedly, causing her exposed clevage to shift and giggle in her bra.

'Desmond,' Slanda sung, 'please will you come back here?'

He peeked around the corner to see the underwear clad foreigner and still dressed nervous Londoner.

'Would you please joing me and undress?' She pressed.

Desmond looked at Bernice as she sank into the corner of the room, by the door. 'You're alright with this?' he asked.

She meekly nodded in response.

'Okay,' he said as he lifted his shirt off. He let it drop to the floor and soon, his jeans joined them. He stood up straight, clad in just black boxers and socks. His body was slightly toned, with the faintest hint of abs peeking through his belly.

Slanda turned to Bernice, and extended a friendly hand.

She didn't take it, still stood in the corner of the room, the embarrassed girl slowly let her trousers drop to the floor, and then took off her shirt. She was now stood mortified in a white bra and pink knickers, with 'Barbie' embroiled in glitter at the crotch. She crossed her arms over her stomach and looked away in embarrassment.

'Okay,' Slanda said, 'now we stand in a circle, and hold hands.'

Bernice nervously walked back into the middle of the room. She was slow and her posture was an uncomfortable hunch. Glaring daggers at Slanda, she took her hand and Desmond's.

'Now we look at each other and offer a compliment about everyone's body.' Slanda said. 'I will begin.' She inspected Desmond up and down, soaking in his body. His face seemed indifferent, like he was waiting for this to be over. 'Desmond, you clearly take good care of your body and are in good shape. I would love to see your workout routine,' she said smiling. Her gaze shifted to the nervous redhead. Slanda was a head taller than Bernice, giving her a good top-down view of her body. Her large cleveage taking up most of her view. 'Your boobs look incredinle Bernice. So soft and milky white. I bet they feel great too.'

Bernice's pale face had turned almost as red as her hair in embarrassment, she was ready for this to end so she could avoid Slanda and Desmond until the shame subsided.

'Now, you two need to offer compliments.' Slanda pressed.

'Fine,' Bernice said with distain in her voice. 'Slanda, you have soft skin, and Desmond, you have kind eyes.'

'Kind eyes?' Slanda asked, 'you could see that when we were dressed. This is about his body.'

Bernice squeezed her hand in anger. Slanda gave no sign that the pressure was painful for her. 'Okay, then he's well groomed. Happy?' she snapped.

'Very,' Slanda smiled. 'Desmond, please can you offer your thoughts?'

Desmond snapped back to reality, he wasn't paying full attention to what was being said, but was thinking about the abserdity of what was happening. He looked at Bernice, 'You have a good figure,' he offered. She didn't react to the comment, and kept scowling forward instead. Desmond looked at Slanda, 'Your tan looks good,' he said, not very enthusiastically.

Slanda let go of their hands and started clapping again as she hopped on the spot. Very happy with how tonight was going.

'Are we done now?' the embarrassed Bernice asked.

A sudden idea came to Slanda, she couldn't help herself and had to push her luck a little more. 'Not quite,' she teased. With her hands, she uphooked her bra and let it drop to the floor, exposing her perk breasts to the room, dark nipples stood at attension. Fear overtook Bernice's face, as Slanda dropped her underwear to the floor also, standing totally nude to her new housemates. 'Now we do it again, but we offer compliments to the newly unveiled areas.'

'No,' Bernice said angrilly, 'no, I'm not doing that. We've literally just met. I'm not getting naked for you two.'

'But we've already come this far,' Slanda pressed, 'and it's the end of the tradition. I didn't go home this summer, and lost everything to the earthquake, including my passport, so I can't go home. I just...' she paused, trying her best to play with Bernice's emotions... 'I just miss home so much.

Bernice let out a deep sigh. She felt back for Slanda, and if a little bit of private exposure would help her feel at home, then she could make that personal sacrifice this one time.

With her back turned to the pair, she uphooked her bra, and dropped her knickers to the floor. Crossing one hand over her chest and the other between her legs, she turned to face the room. Redness from her head led down to her chest as she was mortified of being naked in front of strangers.

Desmond soon joined the girls, and kept a hand over his manhood until they had to hold hands again.

The three stood in the middle of the room, hand in hand, their bodies were open and exposed to each other. Slanda stood at the tallest, an inch or two taller than Desmond, and a head taller than Bernice. The fake tan used on her body was all over, not a tan line in sight. Her perky tits and hard nipples were drawing both Desmond and Bernice's gaze, so much so, that neither had noticed the lack of hair between her legs, leaving her puffy pussy exposed to the elements.

Desmond was still being quiet, he was a man of few words. With his manhood now uncovered, the rumors about black men rung true, with him sporting a semi-hard cock that was easily 8-inches in length.

Bernice was mortified of this situation. Completely naked and unable to cover herself. She had the larger bust between herself and Slanda, at E cup. Gravity had not yet found them, as they stood firm on her chest. Redress from her face seeped down her chest, shadin the tops of her tits in a fading crimson. Her trimmed pubes gave away the fact that she is naturally a brunette.

Slanda started this round of compliments. 'Desmond,' she exclaimed, 'your cock is huge. I bet a ton of people are jelous of you for that,' she teased. Looking to her left, she admired Bernice's body. 'Bernice, I spoke about your boobs before, but now, I can see I did not do them justice. They look incredible, and hold so firm.'

'Yeah, thanks,' she responted with spite, 'you have eyedrawing nipples, I guess, and Desmond, again, good job on keeping well groomed,' she said while looking at the day-old stubble around the base of his cock.

'Okay Desmond,' Slanda said giddily, 'please finish this tradition and speak of me and Bernice.'

'Yeah, okay,' he said, 'You're very well groomed too Slanda. Do you shave or wax down there?' he asked.

'Oh, I wax,' she responded, 'thank you for asking.'

'And Bernice, I know you're really hating this right now,' Bernice turned to look at him, to her surprise, he was looking her dead in the eyes, and not exploring her exposed body, 'but I mean this sincearly, you have a very beautiful body.'

Bernice's face was still red, but no longer from embarrassment, she was blushing, and even felt a little spark in her pussy when he said that. She snapped back to reality, and was quickly red with embarrassment again, 'can I get dressed now?' she pleased with Slanda.

'Yes,' she responded, 'the tradition is done. Thank you both for doing this with me,' Bernice was already running away, back to the safety of her room where she would finally be dressed and covered again. 'It meant a lot to me,' she heard Slanda say as she closed the door to be back in privacy.

After she was finally clothed again, she heard her phone chime. Walking over to it, she saw a notificaiton from an app she did not recognise.