The Naked Bundle

A collection by P.A. Choi

Copyright 2019 P.A. Choi

Cover design by P.A. Choi.

Table of Contents

Natalie Goes Naked

Naked Smash

Naked at the Theme Park

About P.A. Choi

Natalie Goes Naked

It was after ten, and Natalie thought, "why am I wearing clothes at this hour?" so she took then off.

It was funny, she wasn't usually so immodest in the privacy of her own room, but it was a hot summer night, and the air was thick through her open window, and she had just gotten out of the shower and was still heated and sweating under her loose t-shirt and cotton shorts. It was funny, she thought, how we put on clothes even when it's hot, and especially when one was at home and wasn't planning on going out again. It was these thoughts that traveled through her head for the first time in her life as she switched from pulling on her shirt to get a draft going through her to just plain pulling it off. Maybe it was the video she had seen of a giant group of people at a nude bike ride that spurned these thoughts in her. It looked pleasant, comfortable, fun. And if you're going to be out in the humidity and sweating it out, why do it under a layer of clothes? The same goes for lounging around in a stuffy house. Besides, the only person home was her younger brother Nate. Their parents were at a work function, and Nate would probably be playing video games in his room all night. If Natalie needed to use the bathroom, she would probably never risk crossing paths with him. But if he did happen to step out in the hall at the exact moment she did, well that would sure be awkward. After all, he was a horny teenager, and he would not be able to brush it off.

And that was the reason why we put on clothes as a default, Natalie thought as she pulled down her shorts and stood in her room fully in the nude. She hadn't actually ever been in her room nude before, she realized. She must have, but she couldn't think of any time that she did. When she showered, she got dressed in the bathroom. She slept with clothes on. At the very least she changed clothes in her room, but the moments nude were fleeting and temporal. She had never observed herself. But now, her eyes traveled to her full-length mirror on the other side of the room and she truly looked at herself nude for the first time. She liked it. She wasn't Jenny McCarthy, but she was homely, girl-next-door, with her modest, little kid breasts, and a neglected but not overgrown shaggy triangle of pubic hair nestled between her pale thighs. *They wouldn't be so pale if I could put them under the sun more,* she thought, and for the first time, she felt injustice at the fact that she couldn't go out nude whenever she wanted to, not that she had ever wanted to until right about now. But right about now, she did, so she left her visage at the mirror and went to her door and opened it. She was thirsty, she decided, and decided to go downstairs for a drink. She would walk down the stairs and into the kitchen in the nude, and deep in her brain, she didn't care if Nate caught her nude.

When she entered the kitchen, there was nobody there, and she stepped bravely (was it really bravely, if there was nobody there to see her?) across the cold room and opened the cupboard and plucked a glass from it and filled it at the fridge, her butt feeling rather cold, her whole body feeling a little chilled in the open air of the kitchen, and she drank heartily, feeling the cold water travel through her body, which brought attention to her outer body, and she realized she was standing in the middle of her family's kitchen completely in the nude. And it filled her with some sort of energy. The type of energy that fills exhibitionists? Perhaps not. But an energy nonetheless, an energy that propelled her past the kitchen threshold. 

By some unseen force, she was propelled outside. Without stopping to observe any more of the house, Natalie went straight for the front door, turned the knob, and stepped out into the sticky-warm night.

There was a sudden electric feeling, the feeling that she just crossed the line and couldn't turn back. She would have frozen in her tracks, but she kept going. Nobody was out; the suburban street on which they lived was silent. Natalie walked down the driveway and right out into the street. She turned right, and kept going, the streetlamps voyeuristically shining on her, lighting up her white body, voyeurs perhaps watching up above in their second-story windows. Perhaps one of them was Nate. But soon she was out of view of their house. The road up ahead would end and she would have a choice of left or right. To the left would be the business district, with strips of shopping centers, malls, restaurants and bars. To the right, the road took a curvy, lonely path into darkness, trees crowded on both sides. It would go on like that for two miles before hitting another business district and another neighborhood. It was the perfect area and the perfect time to walk in the nude.

When Natalie got to the end of the street, she turned left.

On her street, she had intermittent moments of shadow in between the complete exposure under the streetlamps, but here, as she neared the business district, lights from buildings the more numerous streetlamps revealed her with no breaks. And she saw her first car, and they saw her. A quick one-two honk as it passed, and she waved. She walked from dim orange light into more vibrant blue and white light, and passed an open window of a dry cleaners, the owner inside cleaning up and freezing at the glanced sight of her. She kept going.

The next street was much busier, and cars raced left and right on their way to whatever, but they visibly slowed upon the appearance of Natalie. Soon there would probably be a wreck. Natalie turned right and entered a bar.

If there was live music at this establishment, it would have stopped abruptly. But the country music playing on the loudspeakers continued as every patron halted their conversations and stared. Natalie walked up and took a seat at the bar. There were people to her left and right. A couple to her left scooted farther away. An older man to her right turned to gawk at her.

The bartender was a girl, and made a beeline for Natalie.

"You can't come in here like that, please leave," she told her.

"I just want a Coke," Natalie said.

"You don't look like you're carrying any money, honey," the bartender said.

"I'll buy her Coke," the older gentleman said, and Natalie got a free Coke. When it was given to her, she cradled it in both hand and sipped lazily from the straw, leaning back in her stool and giving the man plenty of viewing area. He asked her things but she didn't pay much attention. Halfway through her Coke, she got bored, and got up and left.

She kept walking down the highway, passing startled people on the sidewalk, and hearing car-horns honking, and she smiled at the people and ignored the car horns and kept walking. Soon she found herself on an overpass, overlooking the freeway, and she kept walking.

Next she went to the airport. She approached the entryway at the drop-off area and was greeted immediately by TSA agents putting their hands out and trying to keep her from entering, but she entered anyway. She walked past throngs of stark-shocked people, and stood and gazed at the arrivals/departures screen. It transfixed her; she thought of places to go, and realized many places besides the U.S. would allow what she is doing now and be more welcoming. But she was already naked without consequences, and had no desire to go to such places.

She walked through the security line. The employees there greeted her with smiles, apparently thinking she was part of some promotional campaign or social experiment. They jokingly stopped her at the metal detector and passed their electronic wands over her body and let her pass. Then she was at the crossroads of all the gates to the outside world. But first, she sat down at a restaurant. She sat down, again, at the bar, and the bartender, again, was a woman, and acted concerned over her, and took her order without asking about her obvious lack of pockets or pocketbooks. And, again, a nice gentleman offered to pay for her food. Natalie got a burger. As she waited for her food, she talked with the gentleman. He asked her where she was going. Natalie told him she didn't have a ticket to go anywhere, but that she would make it work, and the man laughed heartily. She liked him better than the man at the other bar; he didn't stare at her as much. He seemed perfectly comfortable in her naked presence. When her burger arrived, she ate it delicately, it propped up on her hands as she took little nibbles, and little bits of lettuce falling onto her chest.

When she was done, she left without having to pay and found herself in front of another arrival/departure screen, and saw a flight of interest, and followed the way to the gate.

The woman at the gate was not very courteous. As Natalie had no ticket, no money, and no clothes, the gatekeeper denied her entry into the plane. But the man from the bar arrived, and simply said "she's with me," and despite not having an extra ticket, the woman shrugged, and Natalie was admitted onto the plane. As they walked down the connecting tunnel, Natalie thanked the man.

She did not sit next to him, as there were few available seats, and the plane was crowded, and people shrank away from Natalie as she passed. She ended up sitting next to a young boy and his mother. She sat in the aisle seat, the boy right next to her, staring at her hairy lap, and the mother in the window seat, staring at her son staring, and frowning. They sat like that as the plane left the gate and the flight attendants did their thing.

"Why are you naked?" the boy asked.

"Don't talk to her, honey," the mother said. "Don't look at her."

"I don't know," Natalie said. "But why not?"

The boy seemed perplexed by this answer and chewed this over as the plane prepared to get airborne.

When they were airborne, the mother pretended to go to the bathroom, and when she came back, she made her son sit at the window seat and seated herself between Natalie and him.

Across the aisle was a young man dressed in army ACU's. He kept making eyes at her, and when she made eyes at him, he had the bravery to ask.

"So why are you naked? Is this some sort of publicity stunt for where we're going?"

"Not really," Natalie said. "I'm just naked because I feel like it."

The Army guy pursed his lips and nodded. "Fair enough," he said. "Just be careful. I'm assuming you have arrangements when you get there?"

"I don't, really," she said.

"What? Are you really winging it?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"Jesus."

"Hey, I'm trying to sleep," someone called from a few aisles up.

"You're just gonna have to deal with it, pal," the Army guy said, then, turning his attention back to Natalie, "So you don't have any plan of where you're going to go or stay?"

"No," Natalie said.

"Jesus. Okay, stick with me when we land. I'll get you somewhere."

"I would like to visit someone in particular," Natalie said.

"Who?" the Army guy asked, and Samantha leaned across the aisle, and the Army guy leaned out, and she whispered into his hear.

"Don't look, honey," the mother said.

"Jesus Christ," the Army guy said. "That ain't gonna happen."

"We'll see," Natalie said.

"Just stick with me."

There was a great row when they landed: all eyes were on Natalie when she stood, and in the crowded plane, she bumped into many flustered people. The Army guy did his best to usher her out and cover her when they exited, because they stepped out not into a connecting tunnel, but right out onto the bare tarmac bathed in the Baghdad sun. Natalie had arrived, with not a shred of clothes, to the capital city of Iraq.

The Army guy did his best to put himself between Natalie and other eyes, but it was to little avail,

"You're gonna need to get something to wear when we get you somewhere," he said.

"Why?" she asked."I want to meet him just as I am."

"Jesus Christ. This is going to be bad. I can't let you do this,"

"I'm not your responsibility."

"You are now."

A jeep pulled up to the edge of the tarmac and the Army guy hurried Natalie in to the backseat. Already someone was pointing and shouting In Arabic.

"Whoa," the driver said when naked Natalie spilled into the seat in all her glory, The Army guy jumped in next to her and slammed the door.

"Hurry, go, go," he said.

"Welcome back, Rogers."

The jeep pulled out of the tarmac. Rogers turned to face Natalie and his face was serious.

"Look, you can't just walk in the streets naked here. This is a different culture. Very conservative people, you understand? And the man you want to see? He's a fundamentalist. He'll hate you even if you're dressed in what would be your normal clothes. If you go in there like that, he is going to kill you. That's even if you make it in there."

"I don't care," Natalie said."There'll be no point in going if I'm not naked."

The driver shook his head in disbelief."What In the hell are you guys up to?" he said.

"Look," Rogers said. "You're going to offend a lot of people. You're not in Paris. People are likely to be mad enough to get violent. And then there's the other possibility."

"What's that?" Natalie asked him, and in the wait for a response, the engine hummed, and the jeep bounced with the rough road, and Natalie could feel her small breasts jiggle, and she watched Rogers' eyes fixedly stay on hers, with military discipline.

"You know what I mean," Rogers said. "You have to be careful."

"What are you saying? That men here can't control themselves?"

"Lots of men can't control themselves."

"Well, that's a serious problem," Natalie said. "Let's fix it."

"And you really think going about it this way is going to do it?"

"I don't know. I'm only thinking this up as I go along."

"Jesus Christ."

They ended up at Rogers' barracks and Rogers talked with his commander about the current situation while everybody else present gawked at Natalie. She stood in a mess area, having refused offers of cover. A female soldier passed, and smiled. It was a type of smile that said "you got it, girl," and Natalie smiled back. Soon Rogers came back out and in the next ten minutes, Natalie was on board another jeep en route to her final destination.

"You're crazy for doing this," Rogers said, and she and hi exchanged smiles as the jeep bumped along. She could tell by the inflection in his voice that his admonishment was coupled with admiration. An hour later, an hour spent with Rogers being completely used to Natalie's naked state, they arrived at their destination.

"This is it," Rogers said. The doors were opened for them and they were greeted by men in head scarfs, who immediately began shouting in Arabic. Rogers did his best to reply back, but they spoke faster than him. Their eyes passed over Natalie's naked front but locked back to position with the same military discipline that Rogers had. They thrust a folded black robe at her. She didn't need Rogers to translate for her to know what they wanted her to do. She shook her head.

"You're gonna have to put it on," Rogers said. "They can't transport you out in the open like you are."

"No," Natalie said.

One of the Arab men continued to shout and thrust the garment towards her, and she continued to shake her head. The man looked completely at a loss as to how to deal with her. Rogers looked on his guard, ready for possible violence.

"You're going to at least have to wear the bag over your head," Rogers told her. "They have to make sure you don't know where they're taking you,"

"That's acceptable," Natalie said.

Rogers said something back to the men and the one holding the garment shrugged and walked away, and another man with a black bag came forward, motioning for Natalie to get out. She got out and stepped into the burning sun and was surrounded on all sides by the Arab men, who shielded her from the outside world and also bumped into her as they began to walk.

"Hey, watch it," she said.

Rogers opened his car door and one of the men shouted. Roger said something back in a questioning tone, and he was shouted at again. One of the men broke formation to step towards the jeep and make wild gestures.

"I can't go with you," Rogers called to her.

"What are they going to do?" Natalie called back, but as the shouting man came back into formation, she could not see Rogers or the jeep anymore. She could only smell the body funk of the men around her.

"They're going to take you to see him," Rogers called. "In another vehicle. I didn't plan on this. You'll be okay. We have eyes on you."

A funny choice of words, Natalie thought, as she was guided into the backseat of a large pickup truck that also stank and unfortunately had leather seats. Two men got in the front of the truck and she felt the vehicle rock as the rest got into the bed. One of the men in front of her turned around and put the bag on her head.

And so she traveled, in total darkness, shifting in her seat until the leather stopped burning, being bumped up and down as the truck violently navigated their course. Then being led out and walking along hard dirt and gravel, naked and with a bag over her head, wondering who was watching as they led her along. She heard a metal door scrape open and she was taken into a cool building. She felt her feet finally touch a pleasant carpet.

When her bag was taken off, she was standing in a low-lit room, in front of a desk where was seated Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the leader of ISIS. His eyes passed over her, but his face was emotionless. Two men who had led Natalie to this secret base of operations stood nearby her.

Al-Baghdadi began speaking, rather angrily, in Arabic. After a pause, the man to her left stepped into her view and translated.

"He says: how dare you enter this country with your American ego as uncovered as your body."

More chatter.

"Your degeneracy is the downfall of mankind, and you will forever drown in pig shit in hell."

"Cute," Natalie said. The translator frowned.

"He wants to know what your goal was coming here."

"First of all," Natalie said, "*you* are the downfall of mankind, and I'm not degenerate."

The translator was reluctant to relay the message, and chose his words carefully.

"Being stuck up and tied down to rules like yours is the real bad of the world," Natalie continued. "There's nothing wrong with me standing before everyone in the world naked. I came here because I know there are people here who feel the same but are afraid to express it."

After a calm exchange between the two men, the translator replied: "You are the chief of heathens. How lucky I am to have you here, instead of running loose out there, tempting holy men, and tainting what is good. You know you will not leave here alive."

That statement should have sent a sobering chill through Natalie, but she remained unmoved.

"If you were to kill me, it would be an offense to God," Natalie said.

Al-Baghdadi blew the air out his nose sharply when his henchman relayed the message back, and he stood up. He walked around the desk and faced Natalie, his eyes passing up and down again. He spoke.

"You are the offense to God," the henchman said. "Kneel."

Natalie remained still, but the other man, the one to her right, pushed her down onto her knees. There was the *shiiing* of the other man unsheathing a short sword. Natalie soon the tip hovering close to her jugular. It was at this point that she began to feel that she may have made a mistake going out of the house naked.

Al-Baghdadi undid a sash at his waist, and before his men, let his pants drop. Natalie tried not to laugh (funny that she would think to laugh at a moment like this, she thought.) The terrorist leader stepped out of his pant legs and stood bottomless, the patch of wiry pubic hair around his nub of a penis completely wild and unkempt. He approached her, and the ugly smell came with him. He muttered something.

"This is what heathens do," the sword-yielding man translated.

Outside the compound, the scream was so loud, that some people wondered if it came from the sky. Armed men cautiously approached the entryway. The first to come out were the two henchman, throwing open the metal door and almost getting shot by their comrades. Their faces were stricken; they looked like they were going to puke.

After they cleared away, out stepped a sight to shock all: Natalie, (there was a collective gasp at the sight of her naked body) blood streaked on her face. In her hand, she held up the limp, severed penis of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi (now there were howls of shock and agony).

"I have severed the brain of your leader!" Natalie shouted, and threw the penis at the line of men before her. It landed with a bounce at their feet, and several of the men jumped back and dropped their guns, their faces stretched wide in terror as if it were a snake. Natalie should have been shot, but the mere sight of her completely naked, spattered in blood, with the obscene war trophy in her hand, shocked the men into reverence. It must have seemed like the Hindus' Shakti, bare-breasted, with a chalice in one hand and a severed head in the other. The sight of an unashamed woman, bare to the world, coupled with violence, is enough to rock the foundations of any worldview, and lay the bricks for new ones.

And it was such that Natalie became the new leader of ISIS, or rather, the dismantler of it. All the men that day dropped their weapons, and dropped to their knees, as Natalie was forced to do. And they revered her not as a passionate leader, but as an angry god. They kissed the ground she walked on and paid homage to her body and lived in fear of her retaliation. On the pedestal they put her on, they perhaps missed the point of Natalie's worldview. Perhaps worshiping the naked female the way Victorians did was not the way to go, Natalie thought. It certainly wasn't her intention. But it was certainly better than what had been the norm there.

In her reign, women were encouraged to take off their burqas, and take off their clothes, and violence and forceful behaviour towards them was condemned. It was an error of taboos broken, and boundaries leveled. She was a subject of national intention, and was seen in the news, where they could not censor the nakedness for long. It was one evening, sitting in the living room, that Nate, along with his parents, were watching TV, and saw Natalie walking through the streets of Baghdad in the nude. Her father spit out his tea.

"So that's where she went," her mother said.

And that was now Nate saw his sister naked.

Naked Smash

It was shoulder-to-shoulder at the High Score gamer's bar in Raleigh, North Carolina, chiefly because it was the night of the now-monthly Smash Bros. tournament, which were possible to turn into weekly tournaments, because of the popularity of the game. The manager would probably make it so, since on other nights, the bar was decidedly less crowded, more like a spattering of people on any given night. The idea of a video game-themed bar was novel when it was first invented, but now they were a dime a dozen. Anything that could be done to boost business would be done, which is why the shoulder-to-shoulder state of the bar on that night might prove to be awkward for some, as for this tournament, everybody would be nude.

Only the players had to be nude, but patrons were encouraged to strip their clothes off as well. It was the idea of the owner, Pat, who frequented a nearby nudist resort and figured the idea would be a fun way to spice up the geek scene.

Now one might not think that a video game tournament would be the most attractive event to make clothing-optional, considering the clientèle, but Pat didn't look at it that way, seeing as nudism was about accepting all body types, and everybody could benefit from kicking back naked. And what better venue to host such an event than a bar? Besides the stereotype, their were some fit types there, eager to show off, like Tony, with his distinct six-pack, which anyone that's been to one of his pool parties has seen, but they had not seen his dick until tonight, and it transfixed and captivated all who had up until now had only imagined its length (even when soft), its perfect aesthetics (not a blemish or even an ugly vein marred Tony's GQ dick) or the regal, exposed crown from his circumcision.  Not surprisingly, the more stereotypical gamer guys were shy about exposing their fat bodies, except for Gabe [gamer tag: "The Master"] who let everything hang out, much to his comfort, and to some others' discomfort.

Luckily, the protagonist of our story is an attractive young woman, Meet Kay [gamer tag: "KayKay"]. Twenty-two, dark hair, and thin front hitherto unrevealed to all the orbiters and and admirers on this grand night.

When she entered, she remained clothed for a little while, not because she was hesitant about getting nude in front of a bunch of hungry guys, but simply because the tournament hadn't started yet. She went over to the bar and got a beer (something many of the players didn't do until after the tournament was over), and all eyes anxiously kept tabs on her, waiting for the monumentous moment when she would take off her clothes.

Not that Kay was the only girl there. Not even the only attractive girl. There was Josie. She wasn't playing, but she was naked. She sat at the bar, bare ass on the bar stool (nudist faux pas), nursing a Coke, looking for people to notice her. Not that she was bad-looking. In the body at least. "Butter face" was the popular term. And noticed she was, as an interested gentleman already was sitting beside her (clothed), quite interested in her in general, and asking all sorts of questions, to which she was open to answering, all while people gawked at her curled-up profile, her breasts resting on the bar, her wide triangle of pubic hair below it.

Kay looked at the girl and smiled; she was certainly brave. Or just a freak. As far as her first thought, everybody was going to have to be brave in a minute.

She could see someone was looking at her, too: Gabe, who, being naked, was too bashful to come over and talk with her like he usually did. She laughed to herself; poor kid. It would be worse when she got naked.

Pat, who was wiping down in the bar, was already naked, and he greeted Kay.

"Hey, Kay Kay, loosening up, hey?"

"It helps," she said. "Might help some of these guys, if they'd just ease up and have a drink while they're playing."

"Hey, these tournaments are serious business. Prize tonight is five hundred dollars!"

"Oh, wow."

"Better drink up."

As Kay kicked back her beer, one of the tournament organizers walked through the crowd.

"Alright people, tournament starts in five minutes! If you're enrolled, get on over to the play area and queue up. And on yeah, get naked!"

There were cheers at this, and the organizer went on his way, corralling players. Kay turned back to Pat and smiled.

"Guess I got to go. Keep my tab open."

With that, she took one last bit of beer, tapped the glass down, and pulled her shirt up.

There was a barely-noticeable lowering of volume in the chatter as a whole as Kay took off her shirt and casually set it on the bar, then quickly undid her black bra before people could stare at it, so they could stare instead at her sprightly breasts, now revealed to the world. Well, the portion of the world that happened to be at High Score that night. Without any hesitation or bashfulness, she took down her jeans, threw them on the counter, and stripped off her black panties and now was fully revealed. Now everybody knew how she was trimmed down there. But she had no nervousness in her; she had done some camming on the side. Being naked was not uncomfortable for her. She had an edge.

"Alright!" the organizer said, coming back through. "Put your clothes at the bar and they'll hold them for you! After that, get on over to the game area and get warmed up!"

This was one sensitive issue concerning the event: having one's clothes stripped off meant their wallet was ripe for the taking. Had there been lockers in the bar, it would have answered that concern, but they settled for the honor system between patron and bartender. Pat was already taking Kay's clothes for her, and she smiled at him and then turned around to see Gabe, finally braving up to come and talk to her now that they were on even footing.

"H-hey Kay," he said. "You ready?"

"You bet," she said, watching his eyes start to drift and then snap back up. She didn't blame him. She freely let hers drift down to assess his chubby body, his stubby penis, and then focus back up again without missing a beat. He didn't have a good body at all, but his openness was charming.

As they stood there awkwardly, a caramel-skinned man, DuggyFresh [gamer tag: ...DuggyFresh] slowed down to toss a few words at Kay.

"Hey, Kay Kay, ready to get Smashed? Aha ha ha! You think 'cause we naked that we're stripped down to an equal footing, well you're WRONG! I'm the master, baby! Whoo!"

"Actually, I'm The Master," Gabe corrected, trying not to stare and be envious of DuggyFresh's tan and toned body.

"Whatever, chubs. Both of you, you better look out. I hadn't even drinken any beer yet, but I'm about to, 'cause I don't need to be on my game with coffee or Monster or whatever the fuck they drinkin', because I'm always on my game! WHOO!"

Pat was already sliding over a beer without having to ask, and the organizer stepped back out.

"Come on over, folks! If you're not naked, get naked, get your clothes held at the bar, and get over here! It's time to start!"

Kay excused herself from Gabe, and from "Dug," and went over to where the now-naked crowd gathered. Indeed, a few had unclothed upon arriving, and ended up feeling self-conscious while everybody else remained with clothes on. But now, everybody was required to be naked. At least twenty people stood in a gaggle, fumbling and farting about in the nude. There were many guys, half of them fat, the other half ranging from fit to not-bad to skinny. And they all stood fairly close. Many of them hugged themselves, as if trying to hide their bodies, but pressed so close together, not much could be seen. Pressed so close together, the girls in the group shrunk into themselves, wary of gropers. This was something that Pat was warned about: that this type of crowd might not be the best crowd to introduce social nudity to, but Pat was insistent. With both parties naked, such behavior would be less likely. After all, someone intent on feeling up a girl without her consent had his most vulnerable body part exposed for violent retaliation.

So the attendants were behaved, although there was one "hey, watch it!" from the back, which may have been a case of mistaken intentions and general nervousness. There was a general nervousness surrounding Kay as well, as lucky guys shifted their feet and their eyes at the realization they were standing right next to often-fawned-over KayKay, fully in the nude, and Kay smiled inwardly. Some of the crowd's nervousness eased as DuggyFresh sauntered by with his beer and some hooting and hollering but some of the nervousness stayed at the sight of his long penis swinging freely.

"Okay people," the organizer (clothed, and unjustly so, some observed). "It's time to start. We got the bracket up there on the screen above the bar."

Everybody turned around to see it.

"Try not to crowd around the players during their matches. For anybody sitting way in back, we got the projector here."

Indeed, as he spoke, the back wall of the bar lit up with the main menu of Smash Bros.

"We got plenty of seats for the players waiting to step up to bat, so get relaxed folks, and get ready. Our first match-up is.... Slick vs. Mini-J!"

Two young men awkwardly shouldered their way out of the naked crowd, and the rest receded to the edges of the room. There were lines of metal folding chairs, and many took a seat as the first players sat down and grabbed their controllers.

"Shouldn't we have told people to bring towels or something?" A waitress asked Pat as she walked behind the bar, observing all the naked asses sitting down on the bare, cold metal, and eying Josie, who still sat on her bar-stool.

"Didn't think about it," Pat admitted.

"I'll go out and buy some Lysol wipes later," the waitress said.

Kay took a seat on one of those folding chairs and flinched and shimmied as her fanny made contact with the cold metal. She sat between two guys, one rather skinny and effeminate (he was kind of cute, she thought), with a [cute] dick laying in a nest of pubic hair, and a larger guy, strong-fat, who sat rather confidently with his arms folded. Kay noted that it was more awkward to be sitting, where your entire front was on display. She could tell by the way the skinny guy was shifting in his chair, alternating between being hyper-aware of his [cute] penis on display for everybody passing by and then trying not to look at Kay's neatly-trimmed triangle only one foot to his right. But of course Kay didn't have reservations, and didn't even mind them looking, and as nothing happened, the more they sat there, the more the men became comfortable in their surroundings, and there were no erections had. Kay was still uncomfortable due to the seat, though, and soon she stood up to get closer to the action, and giving the two seated guys a treat at the sight of her teardrop ass, which may have incubated a few erections, though she did not look back.

"Slick" and "Mini-J" were two decently-built lads, both of them slightly toned and pleasant to look at. They sat next to each other (on nicer chairs than the folding ones the rest were given) and gracelessly acknowledged each others' presence. Before them was a monitor hooked up to a Nintendo Switch, where the moderator was setting up the rule-set.

"No items," Slick said.

"No shit."

Kay maneuvered close to the pair and stood and watched as they went into the character select screen to choose their fighters, but the players' eyes instantly targeted her crotch, as they were at eye level, and they corrected themselves rather quickly, but stored in their heads that forever image of what KayKay finally looked like naked. And let's chronicle that image ourselves: Kay's kooch, as she liked to call it, an acute (it was cute) angle of hair that looked like it was combed regularly (it wasn't), ending in that little point when her legs were pressed together in the feminine way, and ending in an appealing dip when she stood in a normal stance, as she did now. But these men were supposed to be focusing on a video game! And so their focus returned, and Kay watched as they selected their characters. Slick was Zero Suit Samus, which brought attention yet again to Kay, as the depiction of a sexualized female on-screen reminded everybody that somebody more sexy than Samus stood next to them with much less on.

Mini-J picked King K. Rool, and the match began.

Over the loudspeaker, came the voices of the night's two commentators. "Alright, we are ready to get started with the first-ever night of Naked Smash"

"That's right, and I'm naked. Whet about you?"

"I'm sitting right next to you, why don't you tell me?"

"I don't want to look!"

Laughter traveled through the skin-toned crowd as the pre-match screen came up on the projector and then quickly transitioned into the battle stage.

"Alright, well first up we have Slick vs. Mini J. Who do you think is going to win?"

"Well Mini-J's the newcomer here and if you like underdog stories the way I do, you'll be rooting for him. Since K. Rool is notably broken—"

"And there they go."

The two players' fighters launched into it, Slick going right into a volley of Samus' missiles and laser blasts, and Mini-J countering by throwing K. Rool's crown and floating up out of the way. Kay watched the exchange with interest, and noted the interest others took in her, going back and forth between the nude body and the match at hand. She noticed too the divided attention of the two young men between each other and their digital selves fighting on-screen. They seemed very distracted by each others' nudity, and the prospect of accidentally seeing the others' dick, and the uncomfortable reality of how close they were to that piece of skin.

"Slick’s going right into spamming those projectiles, but he doesn't quite seem on his A-game."

"Its almost like he's distracted by something."

"Well I do see returning favorite KayKay standing over there, and man, what a sight that is."

Kay turned and sneered in the direction of where she thought the two commentators were sitting, and she saw them, seated at a table outfitted for their job, two big microphones set up, both men visibly nude from the waist up. They both flinched when she looked at them, and faltered in their commentary.

"I-it sure is. But anyway, on to the game. Oooh! What a hit from King K. Rool!"

Kay returned her attention back to the match, her admonishment now delivered.

The game went very much in favor of Mini-J, who bashed Slick's Samus with hard-hitting blows and outmaneuvered him despite Samus' speed and agility. By the time Samus was thrown off the stage for the third time, Slick dropped his controller into his lap (and onto his bare penis, much to the moderator's displeasure) and sighed, and then cast a dark gaze at Samantha.

"Game! Mini-J!" the moderator called.

"Man, that's bullshit," Slick said, sitting the controller back on the table in front of him and standing up. "How're you supposed to play like this?" he said, casting eyes again at Samantha, and then at Mini-J and his mini-J, not clear which one detracted from his gameplay the most.

"That's the whole point of the tournament," Mini-J said. "If you're a pro, you can play in any environment. Like me."

"Fuck you, man. Might as well have items on."

"Oh well."

The moderator called out the next contestants and Kay watched Slick as we walked past her and cast evil eyes, the evilness of them traveling down her body and then back up again as he frowned. Kay could do nothing but shrug; she couldn't help that she was sexy.

She wasn't as interested in the next match, and honestly was a little bit irritated, so she went back over to the bar to have another beer. Josie was still there, chatting it up now with a group of guys (all clothed), who all paused as Kay stepped up to the bar in all her glory.

"One more, Pat," she said, and Pat slid her over another of what she had already been drinking.

"Rough crowd, huh?" Pat said.

"They can't help it," she said, noting out of the corners of her eyes the roaming eyes of Josie's new friends, who seemed to instantly lose interest in the girl. Kay sat down and relaxed with her beer and after the first swallow, she felt much better. The crowd and the commentators all seemed focused on the current match, and things were beginning to feel normal. It was another two guys playing against each other, one fat guy vs. one skinny guy (Fox vs. Bowser), and the skinny guy was winning.

"It'll take a minute for them getting used to it," Pat said, watching with the same eyes as Kay's.

"They seem comfortable enough now," Kay said.

"Well I mean getting used to not just being naked, but being around naked young women such as yourself."

Kay smiled. "Yeah, I suppose that takes a little more effort," she said, noting the guys still sitting to her right, past Josie.

"So hey Kay," Josie said, noticing her attention. "I couldn't help but notice you don't, y-you don't have any tanlines on your, y-your breasts and all that. I just wanted to know, uh, do you go sunbathing somewhere? Because if you do, I'd sure like to know where. But if you're just going to a tanning bed or something, well that's cool and all, but—"

"Tanning bed," Kay said, knowing to be patient with Josie. "Before tonight I didn't know of anywhere where you could go naked freely. That's Pat's forté."

At that, Pat smiled and curtly nodded his head.

"Oh, okay, well that's cool and all."

Indeed, that was more Pat's scene. Even though Kay cammed nude on the Internet, she was not used to being unclothed outside of her room. Even though she had no hangups about being exposed to everybody, this was still something very new to her, and not new to Pat at all.

Being that there were a good number of people present that naked night, there was the inevitability of some people wanting to go grab a smoke but not wanting to go through all the trouble of getting dressed again. Robes were suggested, but no robes were obtained, and so after the second match, there were people crowding around the bar asking for their clothes so that they could go outside and smoke, to which Pat assured that the back patio would also be clothing-optional. He had thought it all through, imagining people trying to go out front with nothing on to get their dose of nicotine. The back patio wasn't exactly private, but it wasn't in full view of the street, and he didn't see the harm in people remaining naked when they went out there. And if someone did see them, so what? It was only a couple naked people. Pat figured it wouldn't be a big deal.

And so a small gathering of people crossed the bar in the nude and made their way to the back with their cigarettes and lighters pulled from their discarded coats and the overall tone of the bar became more casual, as people got used to not only the idea of being nude, but the realization that they could go almost wherever they wanted. And so, on that night, there were about four or five naked people standing on the back patio, smoking and drinking, and they were observed by the occasional passer-by cutting through the parking lot, and it was an object of some discussion later in the community. High Score, where you get more points the less clothes you wear. Or that's how the headlines went.

But for the moment, the most pressing thing was the tournament at hand, and up next was Kay's first match, against Tony.

Kay downed the rest of her beer as the announcer called her and Tony's name.

Tony was coming from the back area as Kay approached the players' chairs and he rubbed his palms.

"Alright, you ready, baby?" he shouted.

"Two beers' worth of ready," Kay said. "That ought be enough."

"Haha, yeah!"

His penis flipped and flopped a little as he shook his fists, and it was honestly amusing to look see.

They both sat down and entered their gamer tags, and the commentators continued their never-ending dialogue.

"And next up is we finally got KayKay, up against... uh, Tony."

And that was indeed Tony's gamer tag. He was not one for making up personas, outside his own lively one. He selected Sheik as his fighter, and Kay relied on her usual main: Solid Snake. The two players looked at each other (eyes above shoulders) and gave encouraging smiles, and then they went at it.

It was a leisurely, back-and-forth match; Tony played for fun, though he was good, and this was warm-up for Kay. She maneuvered around Sheik's ninja attacks and kept him at bay with Snake's arsenal of missiles, and though the match was back-and-forth, anybody who knew Smash could tell that the two opponents were having fun, and indeed Kay was. Whoever was going to win was anybody's guess, and the commentators seemed to be bored, and began chatting amongst themselves over the speakers.

As they played, the crowd closed in a little; not enough to cause the moderator to tell them to give Kay and Tony space, but enough to make their presence noticeable, though Kay wasn't too distracted. She was going through the motions at the moment, and she had trained enough that she was running on autopilot. She—and the moderator as well—wasn't oblivious to the fact that the match couldn't be as interesting to watch as some of the previous ones; there was less intensity. No, it was Kay that drew the crowd, and she didn't mind that either. As she jabbed at the controls, she could feel her breasts jiggle, and she let them jiggle; might as well give them a show, and let them get used to the sight of her Georgia peaches jostling about and becoming dotted with perspiration like freshly-sprayed produce at the grocery store. Now she was beginning to get distracted.

She almost suffered a fatal smash from Sheik, but dodged just in time. Better get on my A-game, she thought to herself. As Tony stalled, Kay pulled off a side-smash and sent him hurtling off the screen. He was down two stocks, and Kay was suddenly beginning to feel the killer instinct kick in. The second beer must have reached her now.

She made short work of Tony's last stock. As she sent him once again careening over the edge, the moderator shouted "game! KayKay!" and the bar patrons went mad with applause. Kay stood up and faced them quite intently with her bare front profile and bowed. The commentators were excited but at a loss for words, perhaps at once taken by her full-postured bare visage and also sensitive not to speak of her in an objectifying way, and could only muster out a repeat of the moderator's declaration of victory.

Tony stood and put out his arms and the two hugged, bare front to front (she felt his penis against her thigh and it was an oddly chaste, innocent feeling) and the crowd loved it. Then, when they released the hug, Kay headed to the bar for a celebratory beer.

Josie was gone; she had went off somewhere to mingle, but in her place were an endless string of new and longtime fans. Pat slid Kay a fresh beer and she drank it while trying politely to answer questions while she rested for her next match.

While she sat, Gabe was called up next, and his opponent was one of the other girls who was participating in the event: a thick-ish Asian girl with a full, haphazard bush, and who was downright cute and probably just Gabe's type (Kay assumed, and she assumed she was correct by the flustered manner in which Gabe greeted her and tried to sit down without letting show that his little man was starting to grow).

Kay talked through the match but glanced at it occasionally, watching Gabe struggle against the girl. He also played King K. Rool, and the girl was Pikachu, and she floated all around him and was well in control of the match.

The guys at the bar had started to thin out and Kay could relax a little, although honestly, she was already relaxed. The one straggler motioned to her and asked "so you think you can take him?" and, motioning this time to the back of the room, indicated DuggyFresh, standing by the row of chairs and helicoptering his penis.

"I think I can handle him," Kay said.

"He's won every local tournament," the guy said.

"Yeah, well I wasn't there," Kay said, and the guy chuckled in approval.

The chubby Asian girl made her short work out of Gabe and they stood as Kay and Tony did, and in an attempt to mimic their congratulatory gestures, Gabe opened up for a hug and was denied as the girl smiled and kept walking as if no gesture had been made. Gabe turned his head down and limped away in multiplied defeat.

The matches breezed by and there was much less physical spectacle and more fierce competition. The contestants began playing like they meant it and like it didn't matter that they and their opponents were naked.

Kay watched DuggyFresh go up against the cute skinny guy with the cute dick from before, so she went over to watch, mainly to study Dug's abilities, but scoping out the cute kid was nice, too. She wondered if her presence would coax a rise out of his little pecker, but it didn't budge, and she returned her eyes to the screen, where Dug, as Captain Falcon (of course) trounced the cute kid's Fox. Try as the kid may, he could not get around DuggyFresh and he let himself get punished by him. But the "champion" didn't look that formidable. He was merely cheap. He knew his character well and he knew how to exploit him, but those exploits were easily gotten around. She had this tournament as good as won.

When the cute kid got knocked off the stage for the third time, he stood and turned as Dug gloated, rather loudly. His eyes came up to Kay (to avoid looking at her muff!) and she smiled at him and said "hey, it's okay. He's just a cheap-ass," and she put her hand on his shoulder and gave him sort of a side-hug, and boy, did he perk up, she noticed, above, and, ever-so-slightly, below, though she moved on before he could completely embarrass himself.

The matches went on, and Kay got a few more opportunities to show off. She fought a few guys who were extremely gracious towards her upon losing, and she fought the strong-fat guy who had been sitting with her and the cute one earlier, and when he lost, he threw down his controller and stomped away, muttering under his breath.

"Ooooh, well there's somebody that doesn't like losing to a girl," one of the commentators said.

DuggyFresh was up to fight someone else next, the chubby Asian girl, and though Kay was curious to see the match, she decided she wanted to go outside, as she knew she would be fighting him very soon, and she wanted to calm her nerves a bit. Kay wasn't a smoker, but a cigarette and a beer sounded pretty good right now. But, on top of that, she had an inner desire to be outside and in the nude. So she asked for another beer from Pat and then headed out to see what was going on.

There were only a few guys out there (two nude and one clothed), and they paused their conversation when Kay stepped out.

"Any of you guys got a smoke?" she asked.

"Sure," the clothed one said, and he fished one out for her.

They chatted around and they congratulated her on her matches, and things seemed pretty comfortable. The naked guys were more at ease than the clothed guy. That happens when you take your clothes off, Kay thought.

She was glad that things were comfortable with them out there, and the cigarette was good (it went to her head and combined with the beer, she almost worried if she would be worth a damn in her final match), but her main takeaway from those five minutes was the feeling of being out there in possible view of anybody passing by, with the warm summer breeze caressing her and knowing that this beat, hands down, standing out on a muggy summer night sweating in your clothes. Why didn't everybody just go naked in the summer?

"Man, why doesn't doesn't everybody just go naked in the summer?" one of the naked guys said, repeating her thoughts ("why don't hot girls walk around naked all the time?" is probably more along the lines of what he was thinking, though he seemed sincere, and Kay wouldn't have blamed him anyway).

"The owner is a nudist," Kay said. "Maybe this is the first step towards this becoming a nudist bar."

"I'd be down for that."

"I don't know, some people might come here with the wrong idea," the clothed guy said, and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Maybe at first," Kay said. “It'd be a learning experience. Nudism isn't supposed to be sexual, but at the same time..." she motioned to her own body. "There's nothing wrong with appreciating a pretty face!"

The three guys appreciated, and agreed. Then they saw through the glass door the thick Asian girl approaching, and she opened the door and leaned out and they appreciated her as well.

"Umm... KayKay? You're up, they're waiting for you.

*****

Indeed everybody was waiting, and more than before Kay was the center of attention as everybody awaited her to come play the final match. DuggyFresh stood by his chair, arms folded and grinning.

The Asian girl was walking beside Kay and the smokers were coming in behind the two of them.

"So how hard of a match was it?" Kay asked the girl, who had a startled look.

"Hmm? Oh, it was okay. I just couldn't get around his shit."

Kay locked eyes with him as she neared. She was going to beat him, for sure. He didn't know how good of a player she was. Her entourage fell back and Kay approached her chair, watching Dug appreciate her.

"There she is," one of the commentators said. "Time to get this show on the road."

Kay took her controller and sat, and Dug didn't sit until she did. They exchanged no words or jabs at all; just complete silence as they readied for the match. This wasn't really unusual for these types of tournaments. But with Dug being such a boisterous guy, this sudden silence was foreboding. It may have been his attempt at psychological warfare, to make Kay nervous. Or perhaps he had more of a hard time with the Asian girl than he thought he would, and he was sobered. Or he was so confident against Kay that he felt he didn't need to say anything. Any one of those things could be it. But Kay wasn't sober enough to worry about it for long, and she selected Solid Snake and got ready to fight.

DuggyFresh didn't waste any time in rushing Kay right away, hopping and jumping and trying to knock her off the edge and keep her off. But she knew this was how he would be playing. She still suffered against him, but she got out of his traps often enough and floated back up to safety, and kept her distance and trapped Dug with missiles and grenades, as per her strategy. It worked half the time. The rest of the time, Dug honestly gave her a run for her money. But she was determined, and by the skin of her teeth, she kept the game going even. For every stock Dug robbed her of, she stole one of his, and they were neck and neck, jumping and smashing at each other. Dug attempted a Falcon Punch but missed, and Kay punished him for it. It took some time, but they were both down to one stock, and Kay swore to herself that she would not let Dug knock her out with a last-minute lucky hit or by a mistake of her own. She had to be ready. And as such, she was super-jumpy and floaty and managed to avoid all of Captain Falcon's attacks, and this seemed to be frustrating Dug just a little bit, but not too much of a bit, seeing as he had Kay down to as many stocks as him. He played with less of the caution that Kay played with, but with an air of aggressiveness still that she lacked. He was persistent; she was patient. And patience won out, as she chipped his health away, and finally, in one well-timed blow, blew him off the stage.

"Game!" The game's computer announcer shouted. "Game!" The commentators shouted. Dug sat in stunned silence, then swiped the controller off his bare thighs and stood up abruptly.

"Fuck this shit, man!" he protested.

"And Kay wins the Ultimate Smash tournament!" one of the commentators shouted. "Monumental!"

Kay stood up and accepted the cheers, all while Dug stormed off without facing her. He stormed off out of the common area, towards the bathrooms, somewhere to be alone to sulk and rage. Meanwhile, Kay bowed, and the crowd roared, and the commentators called on the speakers for the winner to go to the bar to accept her prize, and Pat handed her $150. Kay turned around to the crowd and slid the bills between her breasts, then looked at herself and made a gesture like "where did my clothes go, I don't know?" and the crowd laughed. A photo was snapped: Kay, beaming, holding up her one hundred and fifty dollars, and framed from the top of her head to mid-thigh for all later to see. Of course, it had not been disclosed or discussed that there would be photography at the event, but Kay was asked afterwards if it was okay to use the photo (it was a marvelous photo), and she gave her permission. Afterall, she already cammed. The rest of the world who didn't pay girls to take off their clothes over a webcam might as well discover what she looked like nude.

*****

The fallout was tremendous. Among several Internet communities, the discussion was constant and never-ending. And there was much complaining that the decision to hold the event nude was a distraction for the players (a challenge, some suggested, like turning on stage hazards or items), and that it ultimately led to KayKay's victory. Not everybody accused Kay of having an unfair advantage (afterall, wouldn't she also be distracted by Dug's nudity?), in fact, it was about half-and-half. But the ones against Kay were definitely the most vocal. "She motherfucking robbed DuggyFresh, that's what she did!" one comment read. "How dare she walk in there with those tits and ass and wave them in front of the other players," another read. Kay couldn't help having tits and an ass, unfortunately. It was unfortunate that it was that distracting for some. She didn't believe it was, though. She did not notice anybody actually being distracted while playing. They all seemed to have their eyes glued to the screen, and she did not recall anybody glancing at her. But then again, her eyes were glued to the screen as well.

Glued to the screen also were thousands of people looking at Kay's victory photo, to which many positive comments were directed, some nice and tasteful, a great many completely nasty, some of them mean-spirited. Kay accepted them all equally; she knew the type of comments she'd be seeing. She was more infuriated at the accusations of her being a "gamer girl," of being fake, not even that good at Smash, of only winning because her opponents were distracted.

And then she caught DuggyFresh on an imageboard, where a thread dedicated to the event was still running, with her picture as the OP image. It obviously attracted a lot of people to the thread. And people were smitten.

DuggyFresh was using his name instead of posting anonymously, and launched right into "that slut couldn't beat me in her clothes, she had to be naked to be able to win." Kay smiled at seeing a lot of ribbing from the other posters. "You mean you're that much not in control of your own dick that you can't play a naked girl at Smash? Pathetic." ">letting hot girls play naked... I don't see the problem here, maybe you need to git gud."

Kay decided to enter the conversation as well. She entered "KayKay" in the name field, followed by a tripcode so nobody could put words in her mouth, and she prepared a reply.

"Hey there, sore loser. How about a rematch, this time with our clothes on?"

It took him a long time to respond. At first Kay fell into the trap of refreshing the page over and over. Other replies were posted, people saying it was a good idea, people saying it was an opportunity for Kay to prove herself. "No, it's an opportunity for DuggyFresh to prove himself," someone else added. Kay smiled at this and stepped away from her laptop to do something else until Dug replied. She was spending the afternoon at home, in her apartment, and she was nude. How quickly she was discovering that the the most comfortable way to be was naked in the privacy of her own home. Her roommate wasn't home, but Kay started wondering if she could barter nude time or nude areas or something. This was much better than hanging around in shorts and a t-shirt. She went to the kitchen and poured herself a scotch on the rocks, relishing the feeling of standing nude in the middle of the brightly-lit kitchen, the sliding-glass door in the back of the room admitting anybody snooping in their backyard or looking through their windows with a pair of binoculars a nice view of her naked profile. But why would they need to? They could already see a clearer view of her naked body on the Internet, and consensually!

When she returned to her laptop, there was a reply from Dug.

"Deal," he said. "You're on."

*****

And so most who had gathered for the nude night at the High Score bar returned, though this time with their clothes on them. Except for Josie, who showed up early and immediately disrobed at the bar, to shocked discernation from the others there.

"Josie, this isn't a nude night," the bartender said. "Put your clothes back on."

"Oh, okay, um, I thought it was okay now, since we did the other night, um, is this not a regular thing?" Josie sat there mumbling, her chest jiggling as she fidgeted in on her stool, and she didn't seem to want to get dressed.

"The idea is not to distract people this time, remember?" the bartender said, and Josie seemed to understand, though with reservations, which she expressed in barely-audible mumbles.

"O-okay," she said, and got off the stool to put her jeans back on. She was still standing topless when Kay entered the bar.

"Hey, Josie, trying to get things loosened up, eh?" she said.

"No, I-I was just putting my clothes back on actually. She says I gotta get d-dressed because I'm not supposed to distract anybody and I don't want to distract anybody, especially if your r-reputation is riding on it, gosh no."

Kay stepped up to her and patted her bare shoulder and smiled at her.

"Don't sweat it. I'm gonna win this either way. If you wanna go naked that's fine by me."

"At least wait until after the match," Pat chimed in as he toured down the bar. "I don't mind it happening, but I guess we gotta honor this clothes-only match, don't you think?"

"If it'll make him happy," Kay said, and was about to ask for a beer when Pat poured her favorite and slid it over to her.

"This one's on me," he said. "As a prize for your soon-to-be win."

"Cheers to that," Kay said.

"Cheers," said Pat, and held up a drink of his own, which he just produced.

"C-cheers," Josie said, though she had no drink yet.

When DuggyFresh entered, he carried with him an entourage, and the bar became lively in his presence.

"Alright, ready to do this?" he cried. From the bar, Kay sat nursing a beer, and she shrugged without saying a word.

"Still setting up," the same moderator from the previous night said, as he hunched over a Switch and a projector, connecting cables. "A lot of trouble for just one match," he added.

"We'll let people play for fun afterwards," Pat called from the bar. "This is a game bar for Chrissakes."

Pat, of course, was not a gamer, and never touched a game in his life. It was funny that an old man who would look in confusion at, say, an N64 controller, would be the owner of a gamers' bar, but Pat, in addition to being a nudist, was a businessman, and he knew a profitable trend when he saw one.

DuggyFresh didn't go to the bar to greet Pat, or Kay. He went and sat impatiently at the Switch, folding his arms and waiting. Kay finished her beer and went over to join him. Today she was wearing a yellow summer dress, which anybody would admit was pretty, and perhaps a little enticing to the imagination. It clung to her body, and billowed out from it elsewhere, and one could imagine her nude form underneath, especially with the memory of her nakedness from only a few weeks ago. Kay sat down next to Dug.

"Is this dress too distracting, too?" she asked.

"Fuck off, just get ready to play," Dug responded, without looking at her.

"Almost ready," the moderator said. And more people poured in. Pat and the bartender became busy, rushing up and down the bar and getting drinks. This was the busiest the bar had ever been. Even without the lure of nudity, the hype behind this rematch had brought every gamer and shitlord from every basement in the town and every corner of the Internet. Pat noted in the back of his mind that he ought to host events like this more often.

But it was the drama that brought the crowd, the internal divisions, the controversy. That was something Pat would not be able to tap into regularly. But for now, he would ride the wave and cash in at the bank. And so would his bartenders.

The homescreen of the Nintendo Switch came to life on the bare back wall.

"Alright, ready," the moderator said.

There were no commentators tonight. The two guys from the night before had not showed up, perhaps because commentating on one single match wasn’t worth their time. So comments on the match would fall to the witnesses themselves. It wouldn't matter, some thought, because this would be a quick match.

In fact, it was a first-to-ten. Whoever won ten matches, would win the honor. Kay had figured this much. Dug seemed a little bit nervous.

Without much fanfare, the moderator called for the match to begin, and Kay and Dug selected their mains, and the rematch began. Dug went about his same tactics of rushing Kay and edge-guarding her, and she went about her same tactics of floating around him and keeping him at bay with her missiles. It felt very much like their previous match, in fact very little felt different about it, and Kay was able to maneuver around Dug enough to knock him out of the arena one, then two times, without suffering a KO of her own. Dug was not happy. Perhaps he would actually say that her dress was too distracting later, she thought.

Dug went out a third time, and Kay was at 120% damage with no KOs, and Dug was not all too pleased.

"Just a warm-up," he assured the people gathered around them.

But the next match was much the same. Kay did even better than she had on the night of the nudity, where she had struggled a little bit against Dug. But on this night, she knew what to expect. It seemed that she had grown as a Smash player, but Dug had not. She won the next match, again without a KO of her own. Now Dug was getting pissed.

She lost the next match, as Dug finally adjusted his play style and learned to get around Kay's floating. But Kay wasn't shaken, though Dug seemed to be very pleased with his one victory.

That would be the only victory he gained. Though he gloated to the crowd, the next match was lost by him, though Kay no longer had a no-KO victory ahead of her. Dug did give his all, and she fell for his tricks several times, but she always came out at the end. By the ninth match, Dug was starting to sweat. He had won one; Kay had won eight. And in one more minute, she won nine. There was one match to go.

Nobody was behind Dug anymore. Kay was going to win. It was inevitable, and the crowd knew it. Some shouted encouragement for KayKay, while one or two dedicated followers encouraged Dug that he could do it. But in the next match, he could not maneuver around Kay well enough, and it was clear who the winner was going to be. She floated up out of the way of a Falcon Punch, landed behind him, and grabbed him and set an explosive, and that set the tempo for the rest of the match, and once again Kay suffered not a scratch on her as she sent Dug off the arena one, two, and then three times.

"Game!" the moderator cried, and the bar broke into loud cheers. Dug threw down his controller and nobody paid him any attention, as the attendees crowded around Kay, who stood up.

"Thank you, thank you," she wanted to say, but the din of the room was too loud, so she merely bowed. A funny young man talked excitedly, acting as commentator almost, saying this was an incredible win.

There was no monetary prize for this match, only honor. Dug was slumped in his chair and didn't bother stomping off like last time. But he didn't look at Kay, either, and thus almost missed her celebratory gesture.

"I feel like a beer," Kay said, and to the shock of all, she reached her hands down and pulled off her dress. She had wore nothing underneath, as planned, and in one second, she was completely naked again. "And I feel like getting naked," she said. Dug did a double-take. "Now that we've addressed that me being naked wasn't a distraction," she added, "I might as well get comfortable. This is a naked bar now."

This brought on a deafening chorus of cheers, and Pat, behind the bar, was delighted at the proceedings, though nobody in the circle surrounding Kay got naked. They just followed their bare god as she came to the bar and asked for a beer.

Camera phones flashed, and captured naked Kay, reaching for a glass mug, her breasts hanging over the bar, and happy customers all around her. It added to the Internet frenzy of the legendary Naked Smash Tournament, which would repeat itself soon after. And immediately after, High Score became a full-time naked bar. 

Naked at the Theme Park

Eavie sure looked magnificent, magical even, as the sun shone on her dandelion-yellow summer dress. Clara couldn't help but be captivated by it, keeping the mental screenshot of that brief moment of celestial wonder in her mind, thinking, for that brief moment, that it was a goddess that she was going to the theme park with, and not her normal friend Eavie. Maybe a goddess could get her free tickets.

It was in that small, mystifying glimpse that Clara noticed the very smooth profile of her friend's silhouetted body behind the semi-transparent dress, an outline that lent the scene a good bit of its magical nature, and which caused Clara to burst:

"Eavie! Are you not wearing any underwear?!"

"Shhh," Eavie said with a finger placed in front of a devilish grin. "Not so loud."

Indeed, they were walking near a family as they passed through the gates of Junior Hess Park—a curiously-named theme park—and the family did indeed hear (or at least the father did, and cast a stern eye their way).

"Sorry," Clara said in a whisper that was a bit too overcompensating. "But why?"

"It's hot as balls out," Eavie said. "It's almost in the triple digits. I'm not about to have damp and chafing underwear bothering me all day. I’d just as soon not wear shoes,” she said, motioning down to her sandaled feet. “This feels amazing, by the way."

"You probably won't be able to get on any of the water rides," Clara said. "You'll be able to see right through that dress."

There was a slight pause before Eavie said: "Yeah, I guess so. I probably should have thought about that. A water ride would feel so good on a day like this."

"Oh well, we'll drink plenty of fluids."

They passed by the eateries and bathrooms and other accommodations that crowded the front of the park, places where they would be able to get some of those precious fluids, but they didn't need any now. Clara carried a giant purse for the both of them, in which were several small bottles of water, and Eavie's pocketbook, which she had no way to carry on her delicately-dressed frame.

"So what are you gonna do when you really get to sweating?" Clara asked. "That's bound to soak your dress through and make it just as see-through, right?"

There was another pause in Eavie's demeanor.

"Gee, I sure hope not."

"I'll let you know if your nips are showing."

"Perhaps I didn't really think this through," Eavie said as they neared the first leg of rides that were offered to guests as they explored the park. There was the Crazy Coaster, which didn't look too intimidating, since it was a wooden coaster and thus had no upside-down corkscrews or loopedy-loops, though it was rather scary by the fact that it was made out of wood, as this coaster shook when you were on it. There was the Dramatic Drop, a free-fall ride Eavie wouldn't be caught dead on, chiefly because she was sure she would die on it. And then there were more tame rides, like a giant pirate ship that swung back and forth in giant arcs, and the standard ferris wheel. There were also throngs of people. And dogs, and cotton candy, and the smells of hot dogs which were actually not so pleasant mixed with everything else, like the smell of baking pavement, which Eavie could feel emanating up from her feet and under her dress, warming her labia. She began to sweat. But it was still a good feeling. She would soon be dripping freely from under her dress, and when they managed to get out of this congested thoroughfare, she was sure to get a pleasant breeze going through her.

"Let's go on the Crazy Coaster!" Clara shouted, pointing.

"Oh, I don't know, Clara, I was just thinking about how nervous that one makes me."

"Oh, c'mon, if it wasn't sturdy, they wouldn't let people ride it!"

"That doesn't exactly fill me with confidence."

"Oh, quit being a pussy, come on!"

Clara took Eavie's hand and she was lead to the never-ending line, and there they stood. Eavie fished out their passes, but they probably had at least an hour to wait. They passed under some water fans and Eavie was glad to have the fine mist envelop her, just enough to keep her cool but not enough to make her dress transparent, like Clara had prophesized. And it also honestly made her feel quite sexy. With her flowing dress, and her shoulders dotted in droplets and her hair starting to glisten, she was sure she was turning some eyes. She looked out of her peripheral vision, though, and saw only bored-looking old people. Gee, aren't they afraid of getting heart-attacks on this thing? she wanted to ask Clara, but abstained, though the sight of the seniors gave Eavie some reassurance that this ride wouldn't be all that bad. Not that she was really afraid of the thrill. She only feared that the lumber making up the frame of the roller coaster would collapse. She feared the unexpected.

The line was in fact not that long as compared to the other, more crazier-than-the-Crazy-Coaster rides. It only took thirty minutes and Eavie and Clara were standing at the metal gate, waiting to board.

"Oh man, I can't wait," Eavie said as she fished out their passes again and the pimple-faced teenager admitted them and passed quick eyes over Eavie, much to her delight. Soon they passed through the gate and found their seat close to the front of the coaster.

"Man, wish we were right in front," Clara said.

They settled into the seats and the metal burned Eavie's skin as her dress harked up her legs. It wasn't exactly the most modest dress, and as she sat, the sight of her bare thighs was exciting to Clara because she knew that her friend wore nothing underneath. If only the others knew.

A pair of kids scrambled in back of them and made a whole bunch of noise as Clara and Eavie pulled down the safety bar, which didn't press down firmly enough on their laps for Eavie's liking. Not that it made a difference in the end. If the whole rotting wooden structure collapsed, it wouldn't matter how well-strapped-down to her seat she was. Still, it didn't offer much comfort, and it didn't even touch her bare thighs. The hem of her dress settled right above it, making her feel perhaps a bit too exposed. Then the coaster rumbled to life and they proceeded towards the climb.

"Here we go, here we go," Clara said excitedly. Eavie gripped the bar in front of her and tensed as the coaster tilted upwards and her hair fell back over her shoulders and they made the eternal climb. Slowly, she watched the park below them become small and tiny, and the noise of the crowd at the bottom became a muffle of a distant mob. She could see the horizon, and the curvature of the earth.

And then they reached the top. Eavie's hair settled back down on her shoulders and they pivoted forward, facing the near-ninety-degree dip down into oblivion.

"Boy, that's steep," Eavie said. Clara had no response. She was locked in frozen suspense. It indeed seemed like they were facing completely straight down, as if they were on the Dramatic Drop ride instead. A breeze ruffled Eavie's dress.

And then they went over the precipice.

"Put up your arms, Eavie!" Clara shouted, and Eavie did. They fell, with alarming speed. With such velocity, and at such an angle, there was a wind tunnel of sorts created, and the it buffeted Eavie’s face, and made her cheeks pull back in a comical fashion. And the tunnel of wind seemed to travel through the hollow spaces in the train, over people's feet, over their laps, and up-and-under Eavie's yellow dress, making it billow out like a balloon, and then, lift away from her body, and with her arms up, it was free to strip off of her completely, and it whisked past her head and floated up in the air. Eavie was now sitting, arms up, tits out, completely naked. Clara didn't notice at first, but after they completed the plunge and climbed up again, she did a double-take at her friend, and gasped.

"O-oh my god!"

Eavie was struck into complete shocked silence. Her arms were still held up above her head, even though they were in another relatively slow climb, as she processed the fact that she was now sitting, completely vulnerable, completely naked, in this roller coaster ride. And Clara saw it all; that shape that was only impressed in the most vague manners through the sunlit dress was now revealed fully; her sloping breasts, pink at the summit by two small areaolas, her trim stomach, and her smooth delta at her thighs.

"E-Eavie, you're naked!" Clara shouted.

"No shit!" Eavie replied as they went over the next drop and fell through a rush of adrenaline where neither could reply about the current situation. Eavie screamed, half from the ride, and half from the realization that she had no damn idea what she was now going to do. There was no calm after that. They hit the bottom and the coaster took sharp turns and their bodies were thrown left and right and Clara bumped into Eavie's bare flesh and Eavie thought about what the hell she was going to do and worried about who was seeing her now and realized the kids behind her could only see her bare shoulder blades. But they surely knew what was happening, and she thought she heard their sharp laugher but couldn't tell if it was in reaction to the thrills of the coaster or the thrill of seeing a girl in front of them suddenly stripped naked. She didn't look back, couldn't, in fact, because of the demanding attention of the harrowing ride, being thrown this way and that, and soon there was another calm moment as they awaited the next drop and Eavie breathed heavily and assessed her naked state, her breasts heaving, Clara at a loss as what to do or what to say. And then they were taken on another crazy drop and turn and before either of them knew it, they were back at the ride's start, as the train slowed to a stop, and they were left to figure out a plan.

People started getting out and nobody seemed to even notice Eavie nor cast an eye at her. She didn't sense the kids sitting behind her moving, and Clara glanced behind them and confirmed: they were sitting and waiting, with rapt attention, for her naked friend to stand.

"Scram, kids," Clara said. They complied, but slowly. And in getting out they were able to walk forward a bit and get a glimpse of Eavie's breasts.

"It's okay, Eavie, we'll figure something out," Clara said, turning to her friend, who was still staring ahead, seemingly in shock. "Maybe we can stay here and they can go get your dress for you."

"Uuuuhhhh...."

It was the pimple-faced kid. He stood before them, staring past Clara at Eavie and all her nakedness.

"Eyes over here," Clara said, which made Eavie finally turn her eyes and see the pimple-faced kid, and her eyes bulged.

"Her dress got pulled off by the wind when we went down the first drop. Can you go get it for us?"

The teen stared and it was a mystery what thought processes were going through his head (well, only half a mystery).

"Um, we have people waiting to get on," he finally said.

"WELL FUCKING HOLD THE RIDE!" Clara shouted.

"Clara..."

"Uuuhh ma'am I can't have you yelling here. Please get out."

"What in the fuck..."

"Eavie it's okay, maybe I can stand somewhere here while you go get my dress."

"Is there anywhere she can wait while we find her clothes?" Eavie asked, and as she asked, she looked around and didn't see anywhere that was private, nowhere where Eavie could stand without being gawked at by the people coming in for the next ride. The booth where the coaster was operated was barely big enough for one person, and one person already stood there.

"Uuuh..."

"Jesus, come on, Eavie."

Clara grabbed her friend's hand and pulled her out of the coaster.

"Clara, where—"

"Come on!"

The teen's eyes got considerably larger as Eavie stood and he got a full view of her, as if her sitting naked had quickly become normal but now with her standing it was shocking again, as she was close to him now as Clara pulled her along. The two girls aimlessly wandered the docking bay, looking for a place to stand out of sight, but there was none. Soon there was the metal clink of the gate and people spilled into the area.

"Oh shit," Clara said.

Scores of people—couples, guys and girls their age, and many kids—all flooded in, half of them slowing down or even stopping at the sight of Eavie's tan and bare hourglass figure. She instinctively covered her crotch up with her one free hand.

"Whoa," a young guy said, and his girlfriend's eyes bugged out and she shoved him along.

"Clara, let go," Eavie said, tugging at her hand so she could cover her breasts, too, but more and more people rushed through and gaped and stopped and when a few phones were raised, Clara cursed and pulled Eavie along.

"Clara!"

Her friend ignored her and pulled her through the crowd. Eavie could barely keep her balance and couldn't cover her pussy anymore, and as she stumbled, her breasts bounced heavily for the onlookers, many of whom she bumped into as they made their hasty exit. One or two lucky bystanders got a brush of a boob against them.

"Clara, stop, goddammit!"

"We gotta move!" Clara shouted back over her shoulder. "The more we stand still the more people will see of you!"

"I don't..."

She didn't finish her thought as they burst out of the exit gates of the Crazy Coaster and ran past the long line of people waiting to get on, and those people all turned in unison to watch the girls rush past. Then they were on the main thoroughfare, and Clara froze at the sight of the crowd, as if she forgot they would be there. And, of course, many of them froze, too.

"Shit," Clara said.

"Did you forget?" Eavie shouted and finally shook her friend's hand loose. She didn't bother covering up now; too many people had already seen everything, and it made little difference. Walking around obviously nude with one hand over her pussy and one arm across her breasts, and her butt still visible to anybody behind her was just as embarrassing as letting everybody know what her slit looked like, or how large her areolas were. In fact, the idea that those tiny spots were so protected and taboo struck Eavie as funny. But it was no less embarrassing. And now everybody knew. And Eavie lost all care about the situation, despite her thrumming heart. She was in "fuck it" mode now.

"Let's hurry up and find my dress," she said, now the one urging the pair on. "Come on."

She marched bravely nude and Clara shook herself out of her daze and hurried to catch up to her naked friend, who, despite being in fuck-it mode, tried to maneuver close to some planted trees and dart in between gift shops and restroom buildings to keep from being seen.

Restrooms! Eavie stopped and Clara plowed into her.

"Oof!"

"The bathroom, Clara! I'm gonna go hide in there, and you can go find my dress."

"Good idea," Clara said, panting a little.

"Okay ma'am, stop right there," came a voice. It was from a park employee, a large, authoritative-looking black man in khakis and a blue polo.

"Shit."

"Stunt's over, I need to get you to to the office." But he had nothing with him to cover Eavie up, no blanket or towel or sheet or shirt, which meant they would be walking with him for some indeterminable distance while everybody got a look at her; nude on parade. And behind the man, "everybody" waited, creeping closer to get a full-frontal view of the naked girl being apprehended.

"We weren't pulling a stunt, her dress came off on the Crazy Coaster, we were just about to run into the bathroom so she could hide there while I look for it," Clara explained. The man shook his head.

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with me."

"What the fuck, it was an accident. More people will see her if we come with you instead of going to the bathroom. It's right there!"

"Come on," the man said, and stuck out his hand to urge Clara along.

"No!"

"Let's just go, Clara," Eavie said, and stepped forward. The man seemed unfazed at the close proximity of her naked front in all its curvaceous glory, and seemed satisfied that at least someone was complying. He turned halfway so that he could assure the girls would follow him. Eavie did; Clara was left standing in shock once again, and once again shook herself out of her daze and hurried up. She tried to walk so that Eavie would be protected from view between her and the park employee, but it was no use. People crowded around as they passed. The park employee's walkie-talkie squawked and he unholstered it and said something quickly into it, then put it away, and he tried to wave the crowd back.

They walked deeper into the park, away from the main entry gates, past rides in full motion, some of the people high up forgetting their thrills as they saw something way more interesting down below. And Eavie took it all in stride. She didn't know why she didn't just bolt for the restroom when the man asked her to come with him. It would have made more sense. Maybe she didn't want to get in trouble for looking like a streaker trying to get away. Or maybe, she wondered, she wanted to put on a show for all who were at the park that day. The reactions were pretty amusing. Clara, however, didn't seem so amused.

"We can sue you, you know!" she shouted to the black man. "We were right there, where she could be safe, but instead you're marching her around so everybody can see! Isn't that a little bit counter-productive?"

"Policy, ma'am," the man said without looking back. "Can't let you get away if you're intention was to cause trouble."

"But it wasn't! Her dress came off on the ride. We could sue you for that, too!"

"Uh-huh."

"Don't worry, Clara," Eavie said. "I'll explain myself there, and they'll get some clothes for me. Right, sir?"

"Yes ma'am."

Eavie smiled. She liked the baritone sound of the man’s voice, something about hearing it while she walked naked aroused her a little bit. She was now self-conscious of her nipples.

Soon they were at the office building. More like a shack, really. The park employee opened the door and motioned the girls in. A guy sitting at a desk in the entrance opened his eyes wide.

"Holy shit," he said.

"Watch your mouth," their chaperone shot back. "Come on, ladies."

"We about to have some fun?" the man at the desk called out as they walked down a drab, narrow hallway, and Clara shot back "fuck you, mister!"

"Language, Jesus Christ," the black man said.

Soon they were in a small little room that looked like a police interrogation room. Eavie and Clara sat on two folding chairs at a table and the man left the room. After a minute of silence, another man entered, a slightly overweight white guy with a beard and glasses, holding a white garment in his hands.

"You can put this on, ma'am," the man said, smirking just a little bit. Eavie stood and he got a look at all of her, and seemed pleased. She graciously took the garment, which was a white summer dress similar to the yellow one she had been wearing.

"Christ, it smells like a Waffle House," Eavie said.

"It's from lost and found" the man explained. "It's all we have. But we have to get you covered." He said that last bit with barely a hint of genuineness as he watched Eavie pull the dress over herself and shimmy it past her breasts.

"So were you not wearing underwear or something?" the fat man asked.

"Is that really a pertinent question?" Clara shot back.

"I have to ask," the guy said.

"It's okay, Clara," Eavie said as she pulled the dress down to mid-thigh. "God, this thing is tight, too." Indeed it was. It was much less modest than her yellow dress. Her body seemed Saran-wrapped in it, wrinkles and creases struggling against the fullness of her bosom, hugging against her stomach, and the high hem barely covering where her thighs met.

"And yes, I wasn't wearing any underwear, is that a crime?"

"No, oh no," the man said, putting up his hand. "Unless you weren't wearing any so it would be easier to streak the park."

"I wasn't streaking," Eavie said, sitting down again. "My dress came off. I wasn't wearing any underwear because it was hot. I thought it'd feel nice. I didn't plan on the wind stripping me naked."

"I see,” the man said, hovering before the chair opposite them, as if he had intended to sit down but didn't feel the need now. "Okay, I believe you. Well enjoy the rest of the day at the park. Because of your little inconvenience, all rides are free."

"Whoa, nice!" Clara said, suddenly forgetting her rage.

"Take this,” the man said, pulling a ticket from his pocket and sliding it across the table. "This will get you in any ride you want. Give me the pass you paid for and I'll have your money reimbursed to your debit card."

"Sure, sure!" Clara said, and pulled the pass out of the giant purse and gave it to the man.

"Have fun, ladies, you're free to go," the man said, and extended his arm to the door to signal that the girls could stand.

"Thank you so much," Clara said as they made their exit, and the man leered a bit at Eavie's tight dress and how it accentuated every bit of her ass.

*****

"Well we sure lucked out," Clara said as they walked back onto the main thoroughfare.

"Uh-huh."

"Sorry for pulling you out into the open."

"That's okay, you panicked, I get it. I just wish this damn dress wasn't so uncomfortable," she said, as she pulled at the clinging fabric. "Hopefully we can find my old one. I'm sure it's around somewhere."

"Unless it drifted out of the park," Clara said. "We were up pretty high."

"Yeah..." Again Eavie tugged at the tight piece of clothing. All the comfort she had in her loose, flowy dress was replaced by a feeling of suffocation, and dampness, as her now-sweating body soaked the tightly-pressed fabric and felt downright disgusting. And then there was the smell.

"Well, what ride do you want to go on?" Clara asked. "We have the run of the park now."

"I don't know," Eavie said. tugging at her dress. "Let's just walk around for a little bit." She felt so exposed, more exposed, in fact, than when she was literally all exposed. She watched the faces of the leering men passing by, looking at her body accentuated underneath the constricting dress. She was sure to be memorable in their memories of their day at the park, and she wondered how many of them had already seen her naked.

Then, a man with a dog passed by, a mutt of some sort but large, and the canine lunged at Eavie.

"Hey, back, Spot!" the man yelled, and Eavie reared away from the charging dog but was not fast enough, and he, incensed by the scent of old grease and cooked sausage that was baked into her dress, sank his teeth into the high hem of the dress and yanked. It gave with little effort, as it must have been an old dress, and in one wrenching, tearing sound, the garment was ripped open and Eavie was once again fully naked before everybody.

"Whoa, holy shit, I'm sorry," the man stammered, as his dog shook the dress in its mouth like a rag-doll.

"It's okay, we've been through this once already" Clara said to the man, who was obviously confused. "Let's go, Eavie," and she pulled her friend along. "Good boy" they heard the man whisper to his dog as they left.

"Fuck! We can't catch a break!" Clara shouted as they rushed through the park. "Let's get back to the office!"

"Fuck it," Eavie said. "Let's just keep going. I've already been naked in front of everybody once, I'm used to it now. And I feel so much better with that thing off of me," she said.

"Eavie, you can't—"

"Lets go on another ride!" Eavie shouted, seemingly unafraid of being seen in the nude now, despite the eyes turning on her. "We have a free pass, remember?"

"But Eavie, you're naked!"

"Whoa, look, Mom!" came an excited boy's voice, and Eavie took Clara's hand and rushed forward, shouting once again, "no shit!"

So they ran through the park, Clara modestly dressed in denim shorts and a white blouse, and Eavie completely nude, her fashion accents being her sandals and her even tan. They ran past throngs of people, all watching Eavie's bouncing butt, bouncing breasts, bouncing everything, and at this point Eavie did not care. Then she saw the ride she had been looking forward to all this time.

"Look, Clara! The Wild Raft Ride!"

"What, do you think you're going to be able to stand in line naked and be let in? Get real, Eavie!"

"Let's try!" Eavie said. And so they tried. The two girls sauntered up to the end of the line at the Wild Raft Ride, and people at the end of the line turned to look at them, or more accurately, at Eavie, but nobody said anything and nobody stopped them. Eavie just stood there, with all of her body revealed, like it was the most normal thing in the world, and nobody raised a word against them, though plenty of eyes cast themselves against Eavie’s sweat-dappled breasts, and Eavie could've cared less. It was Clara that now seemed more nervous than her naked friend.

When they arrived at the front of the line, the pimple-faced teen stationed there took a breath and stammered, and was about to say something to keep them from coming aboard until Clara thrust out their free pass.

"We got a pass," she said. "Any ride, as many rides as we want."

"O-okay," the boy said, perhaps assuming that the nakedness was part of some publicity stunt that was approved by the park and that he would risk his job by refusing their entry, so he stood aside as Clara and Eavie in all her nakedness passed through the gate and found their way to a free raft, a fake thing fastened to a track under the water, seating at least four people. Clara and Eavie piled in, with room to spare, and they waited as people passed by them and deliberated whether or not they wanted to get in with a naked girl. Eavie just smiled and sat there with her hands folded in her lap, but not in a way that was enough to hide the corners of her bare “V.” Clara tried to look relaxed, and the sight of the two of them was probably funny. A naked girl, heaving breasts and tan skin, lounging perfectly comfortable on a public theme park ride, and her clothed friend, sitting with straight posture, face strained with tension but affecting a smile.

This sight did lure two people: a pair of college boys, who passed by and froze, and who one of whom said, "Eavie?"

"Oh, hi Rod!" Eavie said and waved, her one breast swaying as she did.

"Oh my god..." Clara said, covering her mouth. Rod was in many of Eavie's classes, and while no college football captain, he was kind of cute in a nerdy way. If he didn't have a crush on Eavie before, he probably did now.

"What in, why..."

"Long story," Eavie said. "Come in!"

"Dude..." Rod's friend whispered behind him. He was shorter than Rod and stocky. He looked like a dweeb but not in a sexy way. It was hard to tell if he was urging Rod on or if he was afraid to get into the raft. But they got into the raft, the two young men sitting across from the two young women, though Clara may as well have been invisible. Rod and his friend stared as politely as they could, though Eavie seemed to be liking this newfound attention.

"So seriously," Rod said. "How did you—"

But the ride lurched into motion and people in the other rafts where shouting as they rocked forward.

"Whoooo!" Eavie shouted, raising her hands and swaying her boobs, while Clara looked away and blushed, glancing out of the corner of the her eye the mouth-agaped stares of the two boys. Faces of people in the other rafts came closer as they bumped into them, and Clara watched the shocked faces get smaller again as the raft drifted away.

And then things picked up. They were only drifting before, but now the rafts fell into single file down a narrow canyon carved out of plastic or vinyl and they all rocketed down the waterway, the rafts spinning, Eavie getting dizzy and grinning and forgetting that she was naked in front of Rod, with his preppy collared shirt and his thick-rimmed glasses, and she was pretty sure he forgot as well that she was naked. Well, at least for the most part. His friend, though, had his eyes locked on her the whole time. It was a tad bit awkward—out into the open again, and there was a dip, and then the terrifying sight of a wall of water.

"Oh SH—"

It fell over all of them with the force of a tidal wave, and they were flash-soaked down to the skin. For Eavie, her skin was already exposed, and the sharp spray of the wave honestly stung her nipples. This ride wasn't designed for the nude. As the water misted away and their raft returned to a calmer course, however, Eavie couldn't help but feel a little magnificent, to be dripping wet, naked from head to toe, water evaporating all over her body. She felt marvelous. 

The raft came to a stop back where they had started and soon everybody was standing up again. Rod and his friend wasted hardly a precious second of gawking as Eavie stood to a few more gasps in the background, her body glittering now. Rod even gave her his hand and helped her out of the raft. She accepted and stepped out onto the hot pavement, her feet shielded by her squishing sandals. Unglamorous as they were, the rest of her sparkled. Her hair clumped together on her golden shoulders. She looked like a Playboy model on a shoot. Rod took a moment to collect his breath as her naked and dripping breasts were less than a few inches away from his chest. Behind her, Clara sighed and pulled herself out of the raft, absolutely soaked.

"So again, why aren't you wearing clothes?" Rod asked her. He had a pleasant voice that kind of reminded Eavie of Chris Hemsworth. And his wet shirt was now pressed against his abdomen, giving Eavie a preview of what his muscle definition was like. 

"Short version," Eavie said as she brushed her hair out of her face and they all walked towards the exit. "I was wearing a very nice loose dress and nothing else and a big gust of wind on the Crazy Coaster peeled it right off."

"That pervert wind," Rod said, and Eavie laughed.

"So what's the long version?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"What's the long version of why you're not wearing your dress?"

Eavie smiled. "Oh, well I suppose it's that I got used to it!"

"That's not a very long version of the story."

They went through the exit gate and out onto the edge of the main thoroughfare, where the sun cooked the pavement but the breeze coming off the water was nice, especially on one's bare skin. As far as the eye could see, there were already people pointing.

"I'll tell you the rest sometime," Eavie said.

"Yeah," came Clara's voice, and she caught up from behind them, along with Rod's friend, who had also been behind them for obvious reasons. "But for now we gotta go," she said, and touched her friend's shoulder.

"Bye Rod," Eavie said with another wave and a smile as she turned in half-profile to him and his friend before exiting with Clara. There was something satisfying about marching away with her ass bare to him and knowing he was watching the whole time. It felt sort of like power. Unbeknownst to her, far behind Rod and his friend, coming through the crowds, were the blue polos of more security officers. People with a different kind of power.

Eavie didn't see them, but Clara did, as she looked back to see if Rod was still leering. "Let's keep moving, Eavie," Clara said. "Trouble."

Eavie broke her unyielding gaze straight ahead to glance back and see Rod and smile. Then she saw the blue polos in the distance and broke into a trot with Clara, her boobs bouncing as she passed pointing fingers and flashing camera phones.

"I'm sorry, maybe I should have let you talk to him some more. I guess I just didn't like seeing him leer at you like that," Clara said through her panting.

"That's okay, maybe he shouldn’t be getting too much of a show all at once."

They cut left between two small stands and found themselves in a nice little grassy knoll at the base of a wall. It was the perfect place for a break.

"Ugh, I am certifiably muggy," Clara said. "I see what you mean about the no underwear thing."

Eavie grinned as she leaned on her knees to catch her breath, her breasts and hair hanging down before her. Indeed Clara's shirt was soaked through, the impressions of her breasts somewhat visible underneath, and her denim shorts were two shades darker and probably weighed a hundred pounds with water.

"Clara... I can see your boobs," Eavie said with a grin, and Clara looked down and then covered them and looked up in shock.

"Oh damn, I guess you can!" They laughed. "Maybe a white blouse wasn't the best thing to wear, either. Also what the heck, you're already dry!"

"Benefits of being nude," Eavie said, and stood back up and held up her arms in a pose. Clara couldn't help but marvel at her, and she bit her lip.

"Well," she said. "When in Rome," and she dropped her purse, grabbed the hem of her blouse, and pulled it up.

"We're not in Rome," Eavie said as Clara popped the small white bra off her two little boobs and peeled down her shorts.

"When you're around it travels with you," Clara said, trying to sound poetic. "It's like a movable feast.”

"No, that's Paris."

"Whichever." The shorts came down and Eavie could see Clara's bush showing through her soaked panties. She held back a smart-ass comment as Clara completed her nudeness and Eavie was hypnotized for a moment. There was something completely mundane, but magical, magical because of the mundanity, just Clara standing in a tucked-away corner of a public place, getting completely naked in front of her, the vibrant green of the chemically-treated grass contrasting against her pale skin. She wasn't a naked angel from heaven, but there was something nymphatic about the scene.

"Ready to go?" Eavie asked, folding her arms over her bosom.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this," Clara said, picking up her purse and balling up her clothes.

"Leave 'em," Eavie said. Clara looked up in shock.

"What?"

"I don't have anything to put on, and neither will you. It's fair."

Clara considered this, and appeared to consider how much she would miss her clothes, and then she finally dropped them.

"Deal," she said. "Maybe they'll end up in lost and found and be given to some other naked girl."

With that, naked Clara slung her purse over her naked shoulder and turned to run back out into the park, showing her naked little ass to Eavie, which Eavie couldn't help but reach out and pat.

"Go get 'em, tiger."

"Oooh!"

Eavie followed her friend out and immediately they saw the security guards. The girls smiled, waved, and ran.

"There they are, stop those naked girls!"

They ran around a corner and found themselves on a winding path that went past many smaller rides, booths with unwinnable games, and a mini-golf course. Plenty of places to get lost. They ran for a bit; Eavie liked seeing Clara run. She was not voluptuous like herself. Her breasts were small: two little cones on her chest, and they didn't bounce much (well actually they did, little quick bounce bounce bounce's with each step), and her slender arms and legs had an air of elegance as she ran.

"This way," Eavie said, and they cut between a path bordered by trees. It was a small park-within-a-park, a perfect little nature retreat. The girls slowed to a walk.

"How in the hell are we ever going to get out of here?" Clara asked. "This was probably a bad idea."

"I don't know, but that's the fun of it. We gotta somehow make it back to our car without getting caught!"

Clara looked ahead of them at the mini-forest trail and was certain they were probably a long, long way off from their car. They were probably on the complete opposite side of the park from where the parking lot was. Still, the thought of someone coming in the other direction up the trail was kind of exciting. Then Clara noticed something. and nudged her friend.

"Eavie, check it out." Eavie trembled with a small chase of goosebumps at her friend's touch on her naked skin and she  looked to where Clara was now pointing. Above their heads, on a skinny tree that reached up past the thin canopy, was a flash of yellow.

"So that's where it went."

Eavie smiled at the dress as it flapped in the wind, kind of like a flag, a flag in testament to the sensation she had made at the park that day. She smiled, but it was an uncaring smile. The dress was too high up to get. And besides, she didn't need it. 

*****

From an article posted on The Rubbernecker:

Theme Park Introduces “Naked Day”

In what might be the worst idea ever, Junior Hess Theme Park, a popular park in the Southeast, is going to try something new to get in ticket-buyers: a naked day.

You read that right. Thousands of people are going to be walking around in the buff, going on rides where one is often told to keep their hands and arms inside at all times, with everything hanging loose. Did they think this was a good idea? On top of that, this is claimed to not be an adult type of thing; they claim the event is family-friendly, and all ages are allowed entry. Again, doesn’t this seem like a terrible idea?

This apparently came about following a well-publicized stunt in which two young women streaked the park for a matter of hours. Perhaps they were paid by the park’s CEO to test the waters and see how people would react. This journalist wouldn’t put it past them. Afterall, neither woman was charged with public indecency.

I will refrain from saying what date the event is meant to be held, as I don’t wish to provide the park free advertising. But I suppose I already have. Chances are, though, if you are a regular reader of this website, then you are probably in opposition to the idea that Junior Hess Park has presented, and are already calling your senator (I hope you are!). If you are a random pervert that has found his way here, then get the fuck off of this website, and stay out of Junior Hess Park. Consider this a warning.

*****

Eavie had been sitting in class when Clara texted her a link to the article, and with conspiratorial eyes she read it, and laughed. They had certainly made a splash at the place.

After they had disappeared into the walking trail, Eavie and Clara experienced a decent level of calm and privacy. They had walked for some time, quieting their nerves before their final run. There was something sensual about the low-tempo moment, too, something that had stuck with Eavie for the rest of the month.

They never made it out of the park on their own. Instead, they were greeted by the security guards again, and once again taken to the main office, and once again paraded in front of everybody at the park, only this time Clara had to withstand the humility.

When they got to the office, however, they were not arrested, not even scolded, but instead greeted by the lead manager of the park, who said that he saw the footage of the dog ripping off Eavie’s second dress, and knew there was no way to blame her. As for Clara, he didn’t know how she got naked, but seeing how Eavie had enjoyed the Wild Raft ride in the nude, perhaps being incensed by the sight of her dripping and sparkling carefree body, he considered the girls social activists, showing everybody the benefits of enjoying a summer day in the nude.

They left with that proverbial pat on the back (still in the nude) and were able to enjoy the rest of their day when they had initially intended to head straight to the car. They became local celebrities, and even now as Eavie looked at the article on her phone, one of her classmates leaned over and saw, and then gave her a knowing smile.

Then she received another link from Clara. It was for a Facebook event page, “Giant outing to the nude park day!” and Eavie smiled. She tapped “accept invitation” without delay, and only afterwards did she scroll and see that Rod was on the invite list. Her heart lifted. Being naked with Clara, and being naked with Rod, not to mention probably half of her classmates... it filled her with a thrill. But there was also something calm there, something about being able to walk around naked without security guards chasing her. It sounded like a nice mini-vacation. She couldn’t wait.

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P.A. Choi has had a long, proud career of writing erotica for seven years, where he has mainly pursued his favorite themes of exhibitionism, public nudity, and the fine line between naturism and eroticism.

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