My Best Friends

Although Lord knows there are plenty of things I'm NOT good at, I must say I do have a natural talent for making friends. I've just always ended up being popular in groups -- and in most of those situations I had clothes on. As a child, I never had any trouble just walking up to some other kid and saying, do you want to play? I basically still do that.

Mona is also very social and has lots of friends from college, work and the many sports teams she has been on. So after we became a couple, we started meeting each other's friend groups and blending them.

Andrea, of course, was the mutual friend who introduced us, and also one of the women I was already routinely being nude around. That's one of the reasons Andrea thought to match us up. She had told Mona about her "crazy friend" (she didn't know I was literally crazy) who went naked at parties. That got Mona's interest because, as she had told Andrea many times, her ideal girlfriend would be a nudist.

So after we got together, Andrea was the first person to visit us at Mona's apartment. I was nude, of course, because why wouldn't I be with just those two? I enjoyed seeing the two of them together because they were old pals and Andrea was delighted that the match had worked out so well.

I wasn't sure if Mona already knew this, but I started hinting at the fact that me and Andrea had a brief sexual fling in the past. It turned out Mona did already know that, which I was glad to realize because I didn't want to keep any secrets from my new love. But then Mona and Andrea awkwardly revealed to me that THEY also had sex in the past -- but neither quite remembered actually doing the act because they'd been too drunk. And the kicker to that story was that this had apparently happened more than once!

They became friends in college playing on official and unofficial sports teams together. So, they would win epic games together, go out drinking hard together to celebrate said victories -- and wake up naked in bed together the next morning. They both told me that was in the past and would not happen again. I took both of their hands and assured them in my best Hallmark movie speech that I would not be upset with them if it were to happen again someday ... provided they let me watch.

We all laughed at my punch line, but I wasn't entirely kidding. What I mean by that is that whether or not my partner has spontaneous, drunken sex with a good friend is not as important as whether it means she wants to be with that person instead of me. As for "watching," well, if you know Mona and Andrea in real life, you can surely imagine the MMA match that a sexual encounter between THOSE two hyper-competitive and muscular athletes would inevitably become. If they ever get drunk enough to do that again, heck yes I'd watch -- but from a safe distance, maybe behind safety glass in case bits of broken furniture come flying my way.

After Mona and I first got together, she started coming to my Friday happy hour parties. The place where Andrea and I worked let off at 4:00 on Fridays, and my apartment was nearby so a bunch of us girls would go party there -- and I would soon be naked.

Andrea and Dana were not yet a couple, but the chemistry between them was obvious to everyone, including Mona. She had heard about Dana from Andrea herself, who was conflicted about her feelings. But at this specific time period when Mona and I were first together (but soon to briefly break up), Andrea and Dana were in their "just good friends" phase and spent time together. So there were times when the four of us would be hanging out at my place or Mona's and I was absolutely completely comfortable being nude in that group.

Meanwhile, there was my close buddy Jayne, who I had known a little longer -- and who I, um, also had sex with. You, dear reader, must be thinking I have had sex with lots of people, but actually I am probably below average on that metric. It's just that I have remained good friends with almost everybody I ever had sex with, and some of those friendships have overlapped.

Jayne is one of my best friends and we make each other laugh. Plus, she is even more ticklish than I am (which is saying something). If I can't get her to laugh at my verbal quips, I will sometimes get my fingers in her armpits until she shrieks that she is going to pee if I don't stop. I have learned to respect that warning because I have tested her claim and found it to be valid.

When I was first getting with Mona, Jayne had just started dating her former college prof Margot. I had been intending to get the six of us together, but then there were The Troubles, so that delayed things a little, but post-Troubles I invited them all together on a Sunday afternoon at my apartment and we had a fantastic time! The group dynamic was perfect and we all seemed to know that THIS was now our core friendship group.

There were, of course, lots of other get-togethers involving other people. Mona was quite eager to help me get sufficiently comfortable to go naked with some of her many other friends. That did gradually happen and nowadays I do that around lots of her friends, including some dudes. I enjoy all of that immensely, but in those settings I'm a little more self-conscious about what I look like, how I am sitting, plus I am usually in hostess mode since those gatherings are most typically at our home. But when it is just our core group of six (plus sometimes Molly when she's visiting), I am completely comfortable because we are so close. So, if I feel like sitting cross-legged, then I just do and it doesn't matter what part of me I am displaying. But, um, because I am so comfortable in that group, Mona knows she can get away with stuff I would not let her do in larger groups -- which brings me to what we now refer to as "the custard pie story."

After we got back together, Mona was so committed to our long-term relationship that we started looking at houses -- and before you know it she had found this fabulous piece of property where we now live.

That first weekend we were in the house, we had a little party with just the six of us (and I made my first-ever custard pie from scratch!). Although I had, of course, gone naked around them many times before, NOW there was all that private land surrounding us! Instead of just being naked inside, I was out at the top of the long driveway waving to them as they pulled up.

I served dinner outside on the deck, but then later I went inside to make coffee and get the custard pie ready to serve and everyone drifted into the dining room. We have one of those little shuttered windows connecting the dining room and the kitchen, and I was on the kitchen side making preparations while everyone else had gathered in the dining room. Mona, being a good host, came into the kitchen side with me to "help" me by putting her hand on my butt as I was trying to cut the first piece out of the custard pie (which as you know can be a little tricky).

Because I was standing in the little serving window, the others could only see me above the countertop level. Mona was gently rubbing my butt, but her fingers kept going deeper on each downward pass and we both knew that sooner or later she was going to try to worm her fingers between my legs. I had, of course, already become skilled at twirling out of her grasp when she got too frisky in front of company, but this time I knew no one could see what was happening. I decided okay, I'm going to surprise her by NOT stopping her when she tries to do that. This was my sexy little secret for a second or two but then I must have wiggled my butt or something involuntarily, tipping her off and in that moment we both knew what she was about to do and what I was about to let her do.

So, as I delicately lifted that first piece of pie out of the pan and held it above a little glass plate -- the ones from my grandmother with the gold rim -- Mona expertly made her move, like a quarterback nailing a tight pass. The pie dropped onto its plate and with her left hand Mona placed a dessert fork on the plate and slid it across the counter where our four friends were politely lined up, each insisting that one of the others take the first piece. It took me a while but I managed to put four pieces of pie on four little glass plates, and during that entire time Mona demonstrated her ambidextrous skills as both of her hands kept busy at their separate tasks.

Finally, our four guests each had a plate and there were two pieces left in the tin that Mona and I shared, each feeding the other. My left hand was gripping the counter edge as I concentrated on not letting my face betray me -- but I was quickly learning that it is a lot easier to pretend you are having an orgasm when you are not actually having one than the reverse. I shoveled a big slab of pie into Mona's mouth and she could barely close her mouth without custard squirting out so I used my lips to help her with the excess and we shared the bite as we kissed. I made a comically exaggerated moan to get everyone to imitate me, and oooohs and ahhhhhs soon echoed in the high-ceilinged old house. That was my cover and I let myself go, my face now in Mona's neck and both arms squeezing her in a hug as I let the orgasm sweep secretly through me.

And then someone asked, "is that coffee done yet?" and they all started coming over from the dining room to the kitchen, and so I twirled away from Mona and began pouring coffee into mugs. Mona grinned at me, licked her fingers and said "good pie."