Ashley

The girls shifted in their seats sneaking expecting glances at each other while trying to avoid the eye contact of both the leaders and the guys staring at them. None of them raised their hands. Eventually the silence went on too long.

“I guess I could do it.”

“Ashley, I think that is hardly appropriate.”

“And naked boy over here? What he is doing is ‘appropriate’?”

“You are right. If you want, if there are really no other volunteers.”

Ashley started removing her top, a short-sleeve shirt, exposing her bra. She then unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and started sliding them down, pausing to remove her heels. The youth group leaders usually dressed casually, as did some of the church. Some who attendees wore suits and dresses, but there was some leniency. Casual attire was allowed.

When she slid off her jeans, Ashley saw everyone looking at her underwear. It had t quite registered up until now. She had been quite casual up until this point. In her mind, this was all for bible study. But she just now realized what many do in her situation: that clothed Ashley and undressed Ashley were not the same. She was not the same as when she decided she would undress. Her brain didn’t have all of the information, the awareness of the instinct imbedded in her psyche. The physiological response to eyes on one’s skin. The psychological horror and separation anxiety with your clothes, your means of safety and societal survival. She froze, but only for a few seconds. She wasn’t done yet.

She actually found the act of stripping completely nude to be less stressful. That short crisis experienced halfway acted as shock therapy. She unclasped the back of her bra, showing her breasts, then slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and found they stares to be less intense. She knew were they were looking. Whey were looking at her breasts and her vagina. But they were inadvertently looking at all of her. She was COMPLETELY nude. It was everything or nothing, and it was everything. You took in every inch of her at once. It was all her, every part of her, connected, seamless. You didn’t see her breasts without noticing her stomach and bellybutton beneath them, for the rest of her torso gave them something to protrude from, making them so noticeable. As she walked with her back to them and stood beside Nate, before turning around to face them once more, you didn’t notice her ass without notice the way her back and spine and shoulder blades curved downwards into that crevice. You didn’t notice her vagina without seeing her legs and it tucked away between her thighs. All of her.

With all of her obsession with appearance she knew exactly how she looked, and Nate knew it too. He could see all of it in her mind, as well as everything happening on the outside. She was right.

She turned to him and gave him a smile, and he gave a meek one in return. 'She might be a better exhibitionist than me, although for completely different reasons.' He thought.