Naked at a Friend’s House

A few years ago I had one of those ‘random nude moments’ that I was talking about in an earlier post, and it was so surreal that I almost didn’t realise at the time that it had even happened.

My workplace held occasional after-work social events, some quite formal and some a lot less so. This was one of the more formal ones, so everyone was planning on going home to get changed first before heading off to the venue.

The event was being held somewhere that was in the opposite direction to home for me, so my colleague and friend, Joanne (Jo), said I could stop at her place to get changed. I offered to give her a lift from there to the event so she could have a drink or two (I don’t usually drink anyway at those sorts of things so driving was not an issue for me) and so I followed her home from the office to her house and went in.

Forgetting the time was very on-brand for us and we had been chatting for a while when I realised that if we were going to get to the party anywhere near the start we had better think about getting changed. So I picked up my stuff and wandered into the spare room to sort myself out.

I remember that I got distracted by something (can’t remember what though – probably a message on my phone) so it took me a few minutes to get started, but eventually I stripped out of my daytime clothes and began to sort out what I would be wearing for the evening.

Of course it was that exact moment that Jo wandered in with two cups of coffee to carry on the conversation we’d been having earlier and sat down on the edge of the bed to talk… and obviously I was naked.

At this point in the story someone usually stops me and says “Naked? What about underwear?”. Well if you’ve known me for any length of time or followed my socials or blogs you will know I hardly ever wear any as I find it uncomfortable. So no. No underwear. I may still have been wearing socks, but I can’t be sure! Either way, I was to all intents and purposes completely naked. And until that point our friendship had not featured any kind of nakedness at all.

So there I was, wondering if she expected me to cover up or apologise, when I realised that she was just carrying on with the earlier conversation. She handed me the coffee and we talked for what seemed like quite a while, with me naked and Jo still in her work clothes. If she didn’t mind then I certainly didn’t either, so we chatted exactly as we always did.

Eventually she stood up and left the room so that she could start getting changed herself, but before I could carry on with my own outfit she reappeared, looked at me, and said “You actually *were* naked… Right… I thought I’d imagined that!”

We laughed lots, I made a show of turning around in case she had missed anything, and then with a quick “Wait there a minute,” Jo popped out of the room and came back a few seconds later with her dress for the evening over one arm. “Since we’re apparently doing… this… today,” she said, gesturing at me still standing there without anything on, “you can help me get into this dress.” And so a few minutes later I was stretching her into a red velvet tube dress and zipping her up – then doing it all again as we both decided the dress would look a lot better without underwear. At which point I finally got dressed myself.

We saw each other naked a lot after that, but despite what people might expect we were never ‘together’. We were just friends who were comfortable naked around each other.

We all need friends like that.

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  • Graham has been a naked person for most of his life, although it took a while for him to fully realise that. His belief is that society would be a lot better in general if people lost their hangups about nudity and got naked a lot more often.

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