A gay hookup bar

Getting off the bus downtown, we stepped around loose litter and even a few places where broken glass peppered the sidewalk. Fortunately neither of us cut our feet as Bethany led me to the bar - The Crank Box. There were rainbow, lesbian pride and leather pride flags outside. The sign was retro 1980s pop-out colours and there were women wearing skimpy tops and short-shorts coming in individually and leaving hand-in-hand. At some point Bethany had taken my hand, intermingling her fingers in mine - it felt strange that that was what was making me blush rather than the fact that both of us were stark naked and barefoot in public.

When we started to get closer to the bar, we started to turn more heads, getting cat-calls, lewd complements and straight up stares. Given that the magic had Bethany's modesty suppressed or turned off, however it worked, she waved happily at people she knew and shook her breasts or smacked her own bum at them as we passed. Getting inside, it was one of those places where the music was turned up too high, but, thankfully, not to club levels of ear-drum rupturing loud. It looked like they had a kitchen because there were baskets of fries and hot-wings as well as pints of beer.

Smelling the tangy, spicy sauce (which was probably the exact same as I could get out of a grocery store) I realised the only thing I'd eaten all day was a toaster strudel when I woke up and hot chocolate, and I was suddenly ravenous. We order two pints of lager and a basket of fries and three sliders, and found space at one of the wooden tables in the middle of the room, putting our bare butts down on slightly sticky (with dried beer) wooden benches.

"So, do tell, Babes, you don't strike me as the sort who hooks up a lot, if you don't mind my sayings so?" the last bit was a question only for the sake of courtesy, I'm sure, though her eyes were probing as she took a drink from her beer.

"Yeah... I... honestly, haven't really dated since college-"

"Whose dating? Hey, Jessie?" she waved down someone named Jessie (apparently) who she presumably knew who was passing by. "Do you know of anyone here who's dating?"

"Dating?" Jessie scoffed, pulling her head back in a dramatically incredulous fashion. "Hell no, what is this, a fancy cafe like you work at? We're here to get nasty," she hugged her giggly shaved-headed companion for emphasis.

"Exactly," Bethany said, rubbing her exposed breasts at me.

Not wanting to be outdone, I pulled my legs up and swivelled on my bottom so that my legs were facing away from the table instead of under it, spreading them for Jessie and her skinny shaved friend. "I like getting nasty," I insisted, using both hands to spread my pussy lips for them, rubbing a thump along my wet lips. Jessie and her friend made rowdy approving noises and, for the first time, I gave the "Freely Masturbate" feature of my magic notebook, which for me was set simply to "Yes/Yes", a real test drive.

Feet up on the bench to get my legs as wide apart as they could be, I began fingering myself up to the first knuckle with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. This quickly started gathering a crowd. Soon my mouth was gaping as I gasped for quick shallow breaths. It felt so good, and was made only hotter by the fact that so many other women were watching me. Bethany was rubbing my back and crooning words of encouragement into my ear, telling me how hot this was - as if I needed to be told!

After what felt like an hour, but was probably closer to five minutes, I struggled to open my eyes and look at Bethany's face, the blond Ozzy was looking exceptionally hot and bothered and was blushing furiously as she locked eyes with me. "Kiss me...?" I pleaded, pitifully.

And she did, locking lips with my gaping mouth, actively probing my gasping mouth as I struggled to reciprocate. I could feel Bethany's hand on my breasts, kneading them and tweeking my nipples. Then someone else's hands were caressing my thighs, and I didn't care, even as someone else's hands were rubbing my stomach and sides and helping Bethany play with my breasts. Other hands were rubbing my shoulders and stroking my hair, and there were so many voices of encouragement, it seemed almost rude not to cum for them.

My stomach muscles began spasming, one of my feet leaving the bench, toes pointed skyward, many hands were supporting every part of me as I screamed into Bethany's mouth. My face was red, eyes clenched tightly shut as I came so it was like my head would explode. Another part of me did explode and I squirted on I-don't-know-how-many people kneeling in front of me.

I collapsed into Bethany's arms, my head pressing into her breasts as she hugged me, kissing the top of my head. People were patting and rubbing my back, my hand was still firmly pressed between my legs, but it wasn't so much playing with my pussy as it was shielding and clamping down on it now, every caress of my fingers and palms against my sensitive area like a bolt of lightning through me.

"That was so hot," Bethany whispered into my ear. I moaned in response and snuggled her.

"I like being naked with you," my post-orgasm brain admitted.

Bethany laughed. "I like being naked with you too," she said, bemused by the strangeness of the statement.

For some reason, that sobered me up a little bit and I pushed back and out of her hug, reaching for my beer on the table and knocking a good bit of it back. Clearing my throat, I locked eyes with Bethany. "Hey, uh, there's something I need to tell you..."

"Anything, Babes."

"First, promise you'll not, like..." I sighed, my brain not quite coming back on line yet. "I don't know, promise you'll give me the benefit of the doubt until I can show you what I'm saying is true... and, like, I can show you instantly that I'm telling the truth, but I want to completely explain myself first, okay?"

"Uh... okay?" Bethany was struggling with what I was getting at. But she nodded and agreed well enough.

Putting both hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes, I frowned, not sure what to say first. "I really don't want you to hate me, this all just happened really fast and I think I sort of like you."

"Babes, you just came while we were making out, I'm pretty sure I like you too!" she joked.

But I shook my head. "I mean, yeah, that was amazing, and part of me is... I don't know, I think I'm self sabotaging and scared of intimacy or whatever my therapist used to say, and... ugh... I don't know, this is all just happening really fast and..."

"Hey, hey?" Bethany put a finger under my chin and brought my eyes up to hers again. "Breathe, girl, we're gonna hook up, if that's what you want, that's what's happening. You're so cute and nice. I consider myself very lucky you wandered into that shitty cafe I work at today, yeah?"

That got a smile out of me and I nodded. Taking a deep breath, I just blurted it out: "I used magic on you!"

Bethany didn't have an immediate response to that. Then her head sort of tilted to the side in confusion. "You mean you, like, cast a little fru-fru love spell number 9 on me or something?" she said, her tone clearly saying such a thing was impossible.

"No, I don't think I can do that," I said, totally serious. "And I wouldn't want to anyway, that would be... I mean, that would be a lot, and I don't know if I could live with myself if I did something like on... I mean... You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I guess I do, but, like, what do you mean you did 'magic on me'?"

Sitting up straight, one leg over either side of the bench, pussy rubbing against the wood now slick with sweat and other fluids, I sat up straight. Took Bethany's hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. "I want you to think back, and tell me what you wore yesterday."

"Were you... did you come by the cafe yesterday...?" Bethany's eyebrow went up, not understanding where this was going.

"No, I didn't and I have no idea what you wore yesterday, I just met you today. But I want you to think back and tell me if you can remember."

Giving a little sound that might have been a sigh, Bethany looked up and to the side and said: "Yeah, okay, I wore my black slacks, my black button up shirt and my black flats and my knee socks."

"Okay, but aren't you a nudist who just got in trouble with your boss today for wearing shoes at work?"

"I... uh..." Bethany blinked several times. She looked off to the side, pondering.

"How long have you been a nudist?" I asked.

At that she looked back at me, mouth opening as if to answer instantly, but no sound came out, and she closed her mouth right away. Then tried again, but it was as if the words wouldn't come. "I mean, it's just how I am, you know?"

"No it isn't. You wore clothes yesterday, and you wore the same outfit to work today, but I used magic to make them disappear and turn you into nudist with my magic today."

She was shaking her head but something in her eyes said something about this was getting through. "No... I mean, magic isn't real."

"I know, I said the same thing, before I magicked myself out of my clothes for the first time." I pulled the notebook and a pencil out of the bag that had fallen under the table with my masturbatory escapades. I slapped it down on the table and began to write an addition to my own entry, now the "Do Other's Notice/Care" section, which still read YES/NO, had an addition to the /NO that read (-Bethany Ray). Then I turned the page to Bethany's entry. "I want you to hug your legs to your chest where you're sitting, okay? Just humour me for a sec?"

After some encouragement, all the while Bethany's face just got more and more sceptical, I convinced her to pull her legs up on the bench as she sat on it sideways, until her heels and feet were on the surface of the wood and her legs were pressed against her body. I encouraged her to hug her legs as I erased her name from the notebook.

The look of shock on her face was immediate, and she hugged her legs against her body tightly as she began to breathe faster and faster, eyes wide in shock. "OHMYGOD I'M NAKED" she panted in a husky whisper.

"Yeah you are!" came a voice from the other side of the bar.

"Shut the fuck up, Jessie! We're having a moment over here!" Bethany screamed, getting more eyes on her rather than fewer

"Yeah you are!" Jessie shouted again with a laugh.

Bethany put her face in her knees and began shaking her head into them.

Meanwhile I was editing our entries. Now they read as follows:

Name: Bethany Ray
Able To Wear Clothing?: YES
Allowed To Wear Clothing?: YES(-at work)
Do They Notice/Care?: YES(+Remembers All Changes)/YES
Do Other Notice/Care?: NO(-Skye Porter)/NO(-Skye Porter)
Masturbate Freely?: YES(-Skye Porter)/YES

Name: Skye Porter
Able To Wear Clothing?: YES
Allowed To Wear Clothing?: YES
Do They Notice/Care?: YES(+Remembers All Changes)/YES
Do Others Notice/Care?: YES(-Family)/NO(-Bethany Ray)
Freely Masturbate?: YES(-Bethany Ray)/YES

"There," I said as I touched Bethany's knee in what I hoped was a reassuring fashion. "I put up some magic so no one can really tell that you are naked right now - but all the mind-altering stuff is gone, I think. It's um... It's a little hard to control. If I'm not careful it sort of effects me too."

"Is that why you masturbated in front of everyone?"

I thought about that for a minute. "I mean, no I just think this whole situation makes me really horny."

Bethany guffawed at that, which I took as a good sign. "Um, I'm really sorry this got so far out of hand - I didn't expect to... well, I didn't expect you to ever notice me or, like, I don't know..."

Bethany lifted her head up and looked me straight in the eye. "You were just going to magic people into nudists and hope no one ever found out or noticed?"

I gave a cringey apologetic smile. "Sort of, yeah? But then you're really cute and you asked me out?"

"And if you hadn't have done... whatever it was you just did to make me, I don't know, wake up or whatever, I'd have been a nudist the rest of my life?"

I gritted my teeth and made a pained sound in the back of my throat: "Ugh... kinda...?"

Bethany frowned and pointed an accusing finger at me. "I'm mad at you."

The silence that hung between us was like a dagger to my chest, and it seemed to stretch out endlessly as the music in the bar played, thumping and bumping so loud I could feel it vibrating up through the bench against my thighs and butt. I waited for her to say something, anything else...

Her features softened as she seemed to be weighing alternatives in her mind, her accusing finger still pointing at me. "This magic thing is really cool, though... and super hot, girl - holy fuck!" She uncurled her legs from her body but one arm immediately went to covering her breasts and the other clamped down between her legs. "If I was to, like, masturbate right now, would everyone just be okay with it?"

"Yes," I confirmed perhaps too quickly nodding vigorously. "But you don't have to, your mind is absolutely your own and I promise I'll never do anything to you again... without checking to make sure you're okay with it," I added.

"I mean," she was frowning again. "Yeah, thanks for that," she tsked at me. Then her face softened again. "Hey, how serious are you about making this up to me?"

"I'll do anything" I confirmed, eagerly, perhaps unwisely.

"Okay," she leaned forward and kissed me. "Then come with me," she stage whispered to be heard over the music, and took me by the hand and guided me to my feet. We both grabbed our bags and Bethany led me by the hand to the bathroom.