I'm Asked to Strip

The night is largely uneventful, though partway through the night, I awake, and find in my half-asleep state that what little I had on was pulled off and away. My lace top was pulled up too and was now hanging loosely around my neck. My lace g-string, which had been around my waist was now pulled down, a hand still pressed upon my shaved pussy. I was still laying on my side, their bodies still held tightly upon me, their hands seemingly all over me, and occasionally moving as they slept.

I managed to fall back to sleep, and once I awoke, they were already up. I stretched, getting up from my now empty bed, and find myself casually enjoying the sunlight. I walk briskly to my wardrobe, look at myself in the mirror, seeing for myself I'm now quite naked, before getting dressed. I put on a pair of cut-off jeans and a bustier top. I smile, looking at myself in the mirror once more before leaving my bedroom. I hear sound from out in my living room and find myself smiling at hearing the ruckus, happy and excited to start the day ... new condo, new roomies, and a new me.

I was greeted with a hearty hello the moment I was seen. It was not long before all of us were seated in my condo. I'm sitting on an armchair, while Chris and Lance sit on the sofa, a young lady sitting nearby both of them. Swiftly, we're engaged in casual discussions, during which I find out that Lance is sitting by Ashley, and the lady in Chris’s arms is Heather, and that's when the topic of my dress comes up. More aptly, why I'm dressed at all.

Lance speaks up, and takes the direct approach with me, inquiring, "Hang on Brigit, why did you feel the need to get dressed up for us now, exactly? We already saw you naked anyway... So what, are you afraid our lady friends will see you naked?." I feel my cheeks blush at the question and the implied suggestion behind it. Ashley picks up on it quickly, and within a moment she speaks up also, saying, "Yea, why did you get dressed anyway? You let them see you naked! Why hide your body from us?"

From there, all of them cheer in, and all are quite excited by the idea of seeing me strip naked before them. I let out a sigh, aware of the fact I'm not going to get to wear anything, and casually get out of the chair. I grab my bustier, feeling my breasts bounce out of it as they come free, erotically bouncing out of their own free will. I feel the movement continue, as I lean over, pulling on the clasp, and then the buttons of my cut-off jean shorts. I pull them off slowly, feeling them hug my curves tightly as I pull them down my legs slowly, leaning far over as I work, giving them a clear view of my bosom. My shaved bush comes quickly into view again, as I pull my cut-off jeans off, tossing them aside. I smirk at that, pointing my black lace g-string was already out of place, and after a moment of trepidation, knowing it was the last laying between me and being naked before them, before pulling it down too, finally putting my shaved mound fully into view before all my guests. I try to make myself appear more casual about it than I felt, placing my legs somewhat far apart as I sit down, my body is once more completely naked and exposed before them.

I watch them casually, as all four of them stare at me, taking in my naked body. I resist the urge to sigh or cover myself up, as they scrutinize me, wondering what they may desire of me next.