Birthday Suit is go

It was on my 18th birthday when the nudity barrier was tested. I had just woken up, and was making my way towards the bathroom. It was never a secret that he finds me attractive. According to him its not an uncommon opinion, but I certainly wasn't feeling like Cinderella in fuzzy pajamas and bed head. "Hey John," I said to him while he lazily brushed his teeth. I always figured he'd get me naked one day. We were both curious how deep this net was cast. It just felt weird to have him say it. "Take off your clothes please." he said before spitting out a wad of toothpaste into the sink. It was surreal, but even as my face appeared puzzled, my fingers started dancing on the buttons of my pajama top. As the sides parted and my breasts appeared, I realized that our agreement does in fact include the control of what I'm wearing, or in this case not wearing. By the time this realization struck I was standing naked in front of the bathroom door, with pajamas piled at my feet. I instinctively moved my hands to cover my breasts. I had been self conscious of them since I was in middle school, but the smile on John's face seemed to suggest he was impressed. I didn't stop trying to cover them until he spoke again. "Go ahead and shower, no clothes until mom gets home, and no covering please."

I just stood there for him. A naked bed headed cheerleader just for his viewing pleasure. He seemed more interested in subtle glances no that we both assumed this wouldn't be a one time event. He lazily finished rinsing his tooth brush while I just stood there patiently, hands awkwardly by my side and unsure of what to do besides covering my body. Eventually he finished, and we had an awkward shuffle while I made my way to the shower and he made his way out of the bathroom.

"When's mom going to be home?" I asked as he parted.

"Around 3 I think." he replied. Was I really just going to hang out naked for the next 6 hours on my birthday? Apparently I was, because the pjs only moved to the hamper, and after a thorough cleaning, and a birthday level of grooming and makeup, I made my way downstairs.

After a while, I just sat there next to him. His head eventually landed in my lap. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence between us, but I'm not usually naked when it happens. I lazily played with hair while he surfed the TV, apparently more interested in the boob tube than my tits hanging above his ear.

When the sound of moms car hit the front driveway I made my way back up to my room and put on my party dress.

This played out often between us. Anytime it was just us, hed say, "Take em off"" and I would. Honesty it was relaxing for me too. He has freakishly soft hair. In the back of my mind I wondered how far I'd go at his command, and I was both terrified and over joyous to find out.