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Naked Embarassment

A bunch of us had just survived our very first round of mid-terms. We gathered in the Student Union Building to gripe about them. I don’t know what prompted the confession, one minute we were all bemoaning our grades, and the next thing I knew, I was admitting that I’d never seen a naked man. Gina just about fell off her chair laughing. She shrieked, “You’ve never seen a naked man!?” I swear the cafeteria went silent and everyone in the room turned to stare at me. I could have died.

I slid down in my chair, my face fiery red, and told her to shut her frigging mouth. “Oh, are you embarrassed?” she sing-songed.

Marsha interrupted, “Stuff it, Gina. So she’s not a slut like some people,” and Gina wanted to know what the hell that was supposed to mean and they started arguing, which left me blessedly alone.  Still, I should have known that wasn’t the end.

Saturday night we were at Linda McKay’s. She and her boyfriend, Craig, had the biggest apartment so we were having our post-midterms bash there. I was in the kitchen loading beer into the fridge when Gina called from the living room,  “Rachel, there’s someone at the door for you.”  The sugary tone of her voice should have warned me that something was up, but I was totally clueless.

I walked into the living room and looked at the front door. It was closed.  My four closest friends, along with a half-dozen other people, were standing in a semi circle around it, but they were all facing me.   “What?” I said.

Linda nodded her head toward the door.   “Somebody wants to see you.”

I heard a few snickers.  There were a lot of silly grins in the crowd.  I knew something was up, but I had no clue what.  I looked at Marsha.  We’d been best friends since 5th grade.  I trusted her.  She ginned at me and winked.  Whatever was going on, Marsha wasn’t trying to stop it so I figured it couldn’t be too bad.  I walked across the room and opened the door.

Tony Walthers, Gina’s boyfriend, was standing in the hallway — buck-ass naked.   I froze — just stood there with my mouth open staring like an idiot.  I wanted to move.  I wanted to look at something besides his penis poking up at me from a bush of blond hair, but my muscles locked and my eyes refused to budge.

“Uhm, hey, it’s kind of breezy out here,” Tony said and everybody in the room busted out laughing.   “How about inviting me in or something?”

I just sort of backed up, still holding on to the door and said something really smooth, like, “Ugh, uh, yeah, in.” My lungs seemed to be short on oxygen.

My friends were all laughing and whistling and cheering. One of the guys yelled, “Touch it! Touch it!” Some one else yelled, “That all you got, Tone?” I wanted to laugh and act cool, but my knees had locked, my brain wasn’t working, and my gaze stayed riveted on Tony’s pecker.

Marsha came over and put her hand on my shoulder.  She tossed a towel at Tony and told him to “cover it up,” but the rest of the gang started chanting, “To-ny! To-ny! To-ny!”

Tony caught the towel, grinned, then slung it around his neck, doing nothing to cover up the main attraction, but somehow it broke the spell I was under.  I turned around, looked at Marsha and shook my head.

Gina sidled up to me and said,  “College is all about education and new experiences.   So, how’d you like your first naked man?”

I looked at her, and at Tony, and swept my gaze over the rest of the crowd. Everybody was waiting for my answer. Tony leaned back against the arm of the couch and struck a “what-you-see-is-what-you-get” kind of pose. I turned back to Gina with a smirk on my face and said, “Man? I don’t know.  I’ll tell you when I see one.”


Since I have been absent of late, I thought I’d entertain you with a humorous short story.  I wrote this as a test piece for a ghost writing gig, but I guess the guy didn’t like it since he never responded — not even to say, “Thank you for your time.”   He told me he didn’t want erotica, but I think he really did, in which case he was wasting my time.  Smut might sell, but not to me.


  1. Nice! Revenge is sweet and dangly. This brings to mind that Ambrose Bierce claimed no woman had ever seen him naked. He also claimed three children.

    1. Melli — yeah — the “voice” for the story is wrong. Probably because I was writing to a dictate. Maybe the guy was right in not choosing me for the job, but a thank you would have been nice, don’t you think?

  2. Love that zinger ending! LOL

    Maybe I’ve had bad luck with it, but I’ve always found ghostwriting somewhat thankless. I enjoyed that story a lot; it brought back memories (good and bad! LOL)
    .-= Susan at Stony River´s last blog ..Handy =-.

    1. Susan — in high school I found it quite profitable. I can’t even begin to tell you how many term papers I wrote and sold. I had a thriving business going for awhile.

    1. Yep, that’s pretty much the only part of my story that is me. I so would have said something to make Tony’s, uh, ego droop.

  3. I thought at the start this was an anecdote from your life, but it was incongruous with the Quilly I thought i knew. The penny dropped at “Rachel”.

    1. Mumma — I wondered how many people would think this was me! By the time I made freshman in college I was 31 years old and married.

  4. Oh boy, thanks for the wonderful laugh early in the morning.
    I like the response.
    *still grinning*

    And hey, some people are just jerks.
    I had someone asking me for the prize of paid ads on my Site and I asked him back what ads and never got a reply.
    .-= Nicole´s last blog ..Rooftops of Nuernberg =-.

    1. He wanted to put a paid ad on your site. You should have told him how much you’d charge him to do that, and then when you found out what it was, if you didn’t want it on your site, you could have told him you found the content unacceptable.

    1. While I am rarely this “out there”, my blog is comfortably PG-rated. I didn’t use any visuals or R-rated language. I am content.

  5. I liked that ending. Zapped him where it counts. (I wasn’t into group antics like this, even though I know it was and is “out there” (pun intended.) Yes, you should have received an answer.

    And uh, if you need visuals, this artist draws nude people. 🙂 (We don’t say naked. It’s nude.) However, for you to keep the rating you wish your blog, I bet most of your readers, can visualize for themselves.
    .-= Lynne´s last blog ..Puppy Love =-.

    1. Well, I did recieve an answer – -this morning. And he said the story was good, but he wanted it “a bit more, well ….” I asked him if he wanted erotica. He said no. Then he went on to tell me he thought I should have been more explicit about the guy having a hard on and the girls needed to act a whole lot more turned on. He implied it just wasn’t “hot” enough. From that I deduced — since he didn’t want erotica — he must want out-and-out porn, so I declined the opportunity.

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