Yessir

I woke up at 10 AM. It was Friday, the morning of the party. I went downstairs in my pajama shirt and pants for breakfast. At the table it was just me and my mother. Tom was at school, and dad left to teach an early class. I had all of my courses Monday through Thursday to have an extra day for papers and projects. Mother had woken up at nine and cooked us both eggs over dry toast. My mother was a hell of a cook, but not every day is eggs Benedict day.

“So, are you going to attend that party you were invited to?”

“I'd like to,” I replied. “Mom, could you tell me more about that night? At your college party?”

Her smile turned into a grin of enthusiastic malice. “Maybe you are my daughter after all. Honestly, I don't remember that much. I drank a lot of whiskey that night. Just lots of cheers, and everyone wanted my phone number. Most of them referred to me as naked chick for the rest of my college career, but I had a hell of a social life.”

“So they weren't rude to you, or anything?” I asked. “Nope, I woke up hymen intact. The most damage done to me that night was my own stupid hangover,” she said.

“You were a virgin!?” I shouted, mouth agape.

“Sweetie, I had a good time in college and I was not the neighborhood whore because I showed a few dozen people my ass for a night! Truth is I didn't let loose until college.”

I sat there eating my toast and considering this revelation. I always imagined her like Tom. I assumed she had been a social butterfly since birth. I suddenly had visions of my dream and blushed.

“Was there a purpose to this line of questioning, or are we just getting to know each other?” Mom asked.

“Mom,” I paused, “what if I did it, what if I went to that party and got naked......” I couldn't even finish the thought, but my mom started with a laugh unlike any I have ever heard.

“Sweetie, it's not YOU! You'd never be so crude as to humiliate yourself for free drinks and phone numbers!” As she was still laughing, she noticed my face turn beet red and quieted to a giggle for a second before she ceased. “Don't tell me my silly story has put ideas in your head, its not like a few crazy parties in college made me who I am today. Your father, and you children make me happier than all the Dionysian friends on Earth!”

I smiled and thanked her for her kind words, but I went on to tell her about my dream. I told her in detail. I told her of being naked in front of many strangers. I told her how it made me feel, and I even told her what I did afterwards. While my face had become crimson, hers had become stone.

“You're really serious aren't you?” She asked gently. I nodded. So suddenly as to surprise me, her face became a smile. Completely seriously, she asked me “Has a boy ever seen you naked?”

I shook my head.

“Do you want one to?”

I nodded.

“And you're turned on by the idea of many people seeing you naked?”

I couldn't have turned redder if I had tried. I quietly responded “I think so.” She had to stifle another laugh, but apologized. I was dying.

“Honey,” she said, “This is something that could follow you your entire college career. You would only be known as the girl who likes to get naked. Your intelligence, your guile, and your courage will not matter to your friends if all they knew about you was they saw you get naked at a party. You might be the fun girl they invite to parties, but you will lose a lot too. Do you understand that?”

Again I quietly nodded.

“Do you know what an exhibitionist is?” she asked. I admitted to her I didn't. “I want you to go upstairs and look it up online, and I want you to come down and talk to me before the party ok?” She said smiling a gentle yet concerned smile. I nodded. We quietly finished our breakfast before I went upstairs and she set about her daily chores.