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This was years ago, ages are for at that time. In my sophmore year of school, I met my friend Sydney. She and I had all the same interests and hobbies, and she was the first friend who was bi like me, so she understood the struggles of that. I had her over my house to meet my parents and they hit it off great, but all the time seemed to discover an excuse not to go to her house.

Finally I asked her what was wrong, and while she said it was nothing she looked upset. I took her hand (for the first time) and told her not to worry about it, she could tell me whatever it was. She seemed shocked that I’d held her hand, but held it back. She finally agreed to explain, on the condition I don’t judge. Her parents were hardcore nudists, not only did they not wear clothes, they didn’t allow anyone else to wear clothes, even guests.

I hadn’t expected that, but I wasn’t gonna lose my best friend over this. I told her it didn’t change a thing, and the something in me caused me to be bold. I told her that since we were planning on studying tomorrow, why not do it at her place. She asked me if I meant it and I nodded. She hugged me, and told me she loved me. She’d said that as a friend before, but for some reason it felt different this time.

She later texted me that her parents would both be at work until the next morning anyway, so the timing was perfect. The day of I didn’t bother wearing underwear, I just threw on an old sundress Rose had said she loved, and after class took the bus to her house. I texted her that I was outside, and she replied “Great I’m inside, strip in the mudroom and I’ll meet you the the kitchen. I took a deep breath and prepared myself. “Anything for a friend” I said in my head…

NSFW: yes

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