Daniel, 23, F, B

Pulling into Braxton with your beat up Volkswagen Golf, you take stock of your situation. For one, you blew most of the money you had on getting a place in this town, which isn't fancy but it'll do...that and you have yet to meet your roommate. Secondly the clothes on your back are the only clothes you own right now, that being heavily worn jeans, sneakers that look like they've been pulled out of a landfill, your black long sleeved shirt that's full of holes and your tighty whities.

But thirdly, you at least still have your guitar and kit, so hey as long as there's a market for up and coming rockergirls here, you're set.

Your first and last stop is the apartment. You check yourself in the mirror before heading up, making sure your short dirty blonde hair is free of any actual dirt, and that it's tastefully messy. Satisfied, you give your reflection in the sidemirror fingerguns then head up.

Knocking on the door with four quick raps on the wood, you wait, and wait. You're already an impatient person, but this is getting on your nerves. Thankfully you're rewarded for your wait, the door unlocks and swings open.

"Yes hello?" On the other side of the door stood a...you struggle to find the words. 'fuckin beautiful' would work. Tall, dark tanned skin, long brown hair, if this was your roommate you hit the jackpot.

"Woah uh...hey I'm..." Your attention was on her deep amber eyes, until your gaze wandered down and realised...there's a lot of skin on display here. Easily c-cup tits, toned but wide hips, abs, fucking defined abs. Holy shit this woman was naked. "Room...mate...?" You cleared your throat, but any chance of regaining your composure was lost. No way you can play the 'cool rockergirl' act with, god this woman was nearly a full head taller than your pasty white ass.

"Oh right! You must be Daniel then" She replied with a smile, extending a hand in greeting "I'm Clarice" Fuck she was way too casual about this. You know you came here to get up to risky shit, but never expected anything like THIS to happen.

"Dan...iel, yeah uh...why're you naked?" You have to break the ice, you didn't know how not to be blunt and dancing around the subject was a waste of time anyway "Like, I know the laws here and shit but like, I feel like I should've had a more subtle introduction y'know?"

Clarice blinked in surprise, then in realisation "Yes! I knew I forgot to mention something on the offer. Sorry are you uncomfortable with my nudity?" She asked, almost seeming to reach for something, perhaps a spare robe or towel to cover up with.

"Dude I mean, you're smoking hot it's fine just like..." You try and gesture to explain your point "...just didn't think I'd see my roommate's tits on day one y'know?"

"I know. But um, I'm flattered you think so. As for the why I'm a practising nudist, I usually only dress for work and going out" Your nude roommate hastily explained.

"I mean shit dude, I don't think I'm gonna complain about you being nude. Like I'll admit it's kinda why I moved here"

"You're a nudist too?" Her eyes seemed to light up

"What? No I mean, I get off on people seeing me do shit"

"Oh so you're an exhibitionist too?"

"A what?" You ask in genuine confusion "No I get off on people seeing me naked or fucking or whatever"

Clarice pinches the bridge of her nose in obvious frustration, then steps aside to let you inside, to which you do. "Shoes off please, I like keeping the floor clean because I'm always barefoot" You shrug and kick your shoes off next to the door, letting your bare feet feel the air and carpet. It's almost freeing.

Taking a look around the place it indeed is very clean, lots of whites and creams, a pretty modern apartment. You in your trashy style look so incredibly out of place here, not that you care too much about that.

Inviting you into the lounge, your roommate sits on a couch, to which you practically toss yourself on another, making yourself at home like a stray cat.

"So Daniel you don't know what exhibitionism is?"

You shrug, still clueless "I dunno, art gallery stuff? They have exhibitions right?"

"Okay no, but long story short it's the stuff you're into" Clarice rolls her eyes at you "Getting seen doing sexual stuff, or being seen naked"

"Wait so shit...I'M an exhibitionist?" You ask, laying back into the couch some more, in an ever more questionable sitting posture "Woah"

Clarice simply sighed, no doubt feeling the weight of this revelation too "You aren't quick on the uptake are you?" Or not, no that didn't sound like a compliment

"Pfft, not usually I guess. Only with music, sex and flirting. In that order" You kinda chuckle at yourself, you're not a moron. You're just confident that there's gaps in your knowledge and aren't insecure about that...okay pretty big gaps but who's counting?

"You know it helps that you're kinda cute"

"Okay there's the flirting coming into play, I got you going back there didn't I?"

"You're only okay at flirting, don't push your luck. No you're kinda cute because you're kinda dumb, and an okay flirt"

"Mmm, I'll take that. So anyway you uh, back there you said 'too' when you asked about the expeditionism thing" You might be a moron but you aren't stupid

"Oh right. It's also why I moved here. I mean I could've just lived somewhere like Vermont and been a nudist without concern. But here I can get myself off in public, or fuck or do whatever...and I only have to worry about people disapproving who I'm not interested in the approval of"

"Okay yeah that's an extremely cool motivation. Like I agree with the whole approval thing, why fuckin' bother playing nice with people who probably aren't nice anyway? Or prudes, prudes are boring. Like I wanna do shit on stage that'd get me arrested anywhere else"

"Anything in particular?" Clarice asked, leaning closer, far more interested now

"I mean...yeah actually, yeah I've got one. I wanna play on stage butt naked, like head to toe. Then between songs I wanna invite a member of the audience up, have them fuck me on stage then cum on me, rince repeat etcetera. I wanna go home messed up like that, with a bunch of people watching me" You revel in the memory, cupping one of your b-cup tits as you explain

"Mm, okay that is pretty hot. Pretty sure that'd be possible here"

"Fuck, really? Shit..." You bite your lip, then look Clarice over "What about you? You got anything in particular?"

"I...yes but, hm. Don't laugh?"

"I promise. Besides you listened to my weird thing I wanna hear yours"

"Okay well I...I want to be fucked in public. But at random. For a week, each day I mean"

"Shit that's pretty hot"

"Isn't it kind of simple though?"

"It might be but it's what gets you going. Want help with that?"

"What??"

"Want, help, with, that?" You shrug, finally sitting up straight "C'mon, I get we both just met but I'm literally DTF whenever. You're smoking hot and you're kinda cool, I like you already"

"Pft, you're such an idiot" Clarice chuckled, a genuine smile plastered onto her face

"I mean, yeah. Just means I make up for it in other places" You put two fingers to your mouth in a V, sticking your longer than average tongue through. Summoning a deep blush from your roommate.

"...I'll think about it. Besides, you need to settle in. Your room is the second on the right" She pointed down a hall "Bathroom is first on the left, the lock's broken though so if you don't want me walking in on you just whistle or something"

"Oh noo, I might have a sexy naked woman walk in on me while I'm showering...how terrible" You joke as you get up and head towards your room.

The second you enter you toss your shirt and pants aside, pulling your undies off and then taking stock. It's a nice room, very clean, too clean for your tastes but her that'll change. Looking over at the bed you can tell it looks obscenely soft, clearly something more to Clarice's tastes than yours. Your eyes next spot a mirror, that you stand in front of and look yourself over.

In front of you stands the reflection of a thin paleskinned young woman, almost a little too thin but eh. You run your fingers through your pubes, thick, you haven't shaved in a long while, but hey a hairy pussy is tasteful, besides it lets everyone know your hair isn't dyed blonde. Scratches on your knees, more than a few rough falls, nothing you couldn't survive. Tits on the small side, maybe you feel a little inadequate compared to your nude roomie, but hey it just meant you could have fun playing with HER tits.

Shooting your reflection the fingerguns you look over to your bed again and grumble. Then pull the covers off, and the pillows, almost making a sort of nest on the floor to sleep in. You're too used to sleeping rough in your car to go straight to a bed, the floor is just comfy enough for you. And so you crawl into that mess of covers and pillows and steadily fall asleep.