A Very Revealing Nap Ch. 02

***A continuation of the consequences from my nap, revealing everything I had to my friend Katie.***

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The first cold snap of the year had finally hit my small neck of the woods and I was excited to put my fireplace into service for the first time. I was however, a little bummed out that the early morning and late night hours on my back porch would have to involve more clothing than I'd become accustomed to in the warmer months.

I stepped outside into the crisp morning air with my coffee, breathing in the refreshing breeze, and letting the memories of the past years rush over my mind. Every time the seasons change, I'm reminded of the feelings that my brain has subconsciously stored and associated with the climate outside. Some of those feelings are good, and some bad, but this time I felt excited for all the new associations I saw coming my way.

Sipping my coffee, I realized that I was getting quite chilly having only worn a t-shirt and some track pants. It was already looking to be a cold winter, despite the fact fall had only just begun, and I needed to plan for much warmer cover for my coffee outdoors. Deciding to cut my time short and head back to the comfort of my couch, I got up and started for the back door, but before I could reach the doorknob, I heard the familiar sound of tires on gravel from the front of the house. Soon after, I recognized the low rumble of Katie's truck engine before it came to a stop in my driveway and cut off.

I headed back inside and started fresh coffee, excited that she'd decided to pay me a surprise visit. I hoped that we'd continue the way we do, naked, but of course with such a chill in the air outside, I knew that probably wouldn't happen, and we'd return to the old ways of hanging out fully clothed. If only for that fact did I begin to miss the summer months already.

The front door opened, sending a cool rush of wind through the house as Katie entered, not bothering to knock because at that point there wasn't anything left to hide between us, not really anyway. "Hey, I'm home!" She announced as she closed the door behind her; though she'd moved out months ago, this was still our place to the both of us, and I encouraged her to treat it as such. Left in place when she left were her toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, and various other items one might need on an overnight stay. They certainly didn't go unused very often, although she lived somewhere else, she still spent many a night crashing at my place since it was much closer to her job, and when she'd stop by, the late hours of the evening always snuck up on us.

"I'm in the kitchen," I called back, "just starting some fresh coffee for us."

"Good! I was just thinking how good some of your coffee sounded right now," she said as she dropped her purse next to the couch and kicked off her shoes. "I caught a bit of a chill outside, but damn is it nice to be done with the hot weather!"

"It certainly is," I chuckled in agreement, though again I was struck with the realization that probably meant I'd be seeing less of her, at least as far as nudity was concerned.

To my delight as I walked around the corner to meet her in the living room, she was just starting to pull her shirt over her head, revealing her toned stomach and pink push-up bra. Once the shirt was discarded on the floor by the couch, she began to unfasten her jeans and take them off next. "I hope you plan on turning the heat up in here," she commented, "otherwise it'll get awfully cold without clothes on. Her smile beamed towards me, and no doubt reflected with my own as I knew that despite the drop in temperatures, I'd still get to enjoy my friend in all her naked glory. Plus, I'd still get to show off my own glory, for whatever that was worth.

I walked over towards the dining room and adjusted the thermostat on the wall by the diner table, bumping it's setting up far closer to 80 than I normally would've had I been alone. I for one can handle a bit of chill in the air, but the warmer it was, the less she'd be persuaded to cover her body with, and I was definitely on board with that. "The heat should be kicking back on shortly, in the meantime maybe the coffee will keep us warm enough."

"Well, we could always drag a couple of blankets out from the closet," she said as I walked back in the room. Her back was to me as she let her bra fall to the floor, then casually bent over, lowering her matching thong to join it. I slowed my pace to admire the sensual way the string of the garment delicately peeled itself from between her butt cheeks, exposing her little by little until I could clearly see her womanhood peaking out from the gap in her thighs. I took a sharp breath when the skimpy piece of cloth hit the floor, and kept watching as she so gracefully stepped out of it.

"That's true, but there wouldn't be near as much scenery to look at," I commented as I neared the couch. I waited a few beats until she turned to face me, then started removing the t-shirt covering my upper body. I reached behind my head with my right hand and grabbed the collar of the shirt, pulling it off my body in one swift motion, making extra effort to flex my arm and abs as I did so. I was very pleased to find the look of admiration on her face once I could see again, and that infectious smile of hers worked it's usual charm and had me beaming from the inside out.

There was just something incredible about being physically admired in such a nonsexual way, especially by someone like Katie. Sure, it was my physique that inflicted her admiration, but it wasn't from the usual lust-filled place that most people express when seeing another person naked. For us, it was more about the exposure of not just our bodies, but of ourselves that got us stirred up inside.

I tossed the shirt to the ground and stopped to remove my pants next. Seeing as how there wasn't really any sexy way for me to remove them like there was with her and her thong, I unceremoniously pushed them to my feet and stepped out of them as though she wasn't looking. For a brief moment, it didn't even register to me that we were now naked again, no, we were just at home like always. Once I saw her eyes wander down to my crotch though, the fact that my most private parts were swinging freely between my legs became noticeable.

I could then feel the blood rushing to my face as soon as I realized what she was looking at. With each step my exposed sex swayed back and forth, occasionally slapping lightly against my legs as it seemed to get heavier and heavier with the attention of her powerful gaze. Her smile grew as I approached her, and for the first time since we'd begun this clothing free lifestyle, she motioned me in for a hug as she stepped directly into my path.

Instinct kind of took over at that point, and muscle memory kicked in as we hugged just like two friends would, the exception being now that we were both nude. She lingered this time though, keeping her warm little body pressed against mine before stepping in even closer, bringing our hips together as the friendly dynamic started to change. Before I could stop myself, my hand reached lower and lower down her back, pulling her towards me even tighter while my head tilted down, putting my face closer to the side of her neck than would normally be acceptable for a casual hug.

I almost got lost in the scent of her hair and perfume as we stood there, but the thought in the back of my mind kept me grounded. We're friends, not lovers, and friends generally tend not to sniff at each other that way. I broke off the embrace and we were both suddenly struck with how awkward the situation had just become. The same thought seemed to cross our minds at the same time as we erupted with nervous giggles, that because of our closeness quickly devolved into a much more comfortable laughter.

All this time we'd spent naked together without incident, now suddenly, things were changing all over again, and it was getting more and more difficult to keep up with it all. We both looked down at our own feet in embarrassment, and I decided to make my way to the couch and sit down before I got too lightheaded. Katie sat down next to me and wrapped her arms around herself as she gave a little shiver. "I think maybe that blanket is a good idea, at least until the heater warms this place up. I'll go grab one."

"Good idea," I said a bit more sheepishly than I'd intended. "I'll go get the coffee served up, it should be ready by now."

I got up from the couch and made my way towards the kitchen as Katie walked over to my bedroom to get an extra blanket from the closet. Once in front of the coffee maker, I started to replay the exchange we just had. Did I make her uncomfortable with they way I pulled her closer to me? Was she really just cold, or did she suddenly feel the need to cover herself from me for some reason? I started to get lost in my thoughts about the situation when I heard her sit back on the couch and wrap up in the blanket.

I poured the coffee into our mugs, and as confidently as I could at that moment, walked back to the couch. Katie's face showed no discomfort, which was a very comforting sign, and my worries were eased even further when she reached up to take the cup from me, letting the blanket fall, once again exposing her young, perky breasts to the coolness of the morning.

"Thanks, hopefully this will warm us up a little," she remarked with a smile. "Come snuggle up with me in the blanket," she said as she threw one side of it up, motioning me to sit next to her.

I tried not to let myself make a big deal out of it, but even before we'd gotten so comfortable around each other, we rarely hugged, much less sat so close to one another, and never sat on the couch under the same blanket. I sat my coffee down on the table and took a seat, placing myself under the covers with Katie. She scooted closer to me and took my arm to put around her as she cuddled up against me. Her warm skin felt so soft against my naked body, and her hair gently tickled the side of my face and my shoulder as she rested her head on me.

"I'm really glad we have each other to keep warm this winter," she stated as she wrapped her arm around my stomach, her fingers gently tracing their path across my midsection before coming to a rest on my opposite side, just below my rib cage.

"Me too, Kate. It's looking like it's really going to be a cold one this year."

***

We sat there together for what seemed like ages, just enjoying the feeling of truly holding one another for the first time. It was strange, never before had we been so physically...intimate with each other. It seemed like once we got our clothes out of the way, we both began to see the other not so much like the friends we'd always been, but more as human beings. For us it had been so easy to forget the fact that I was a man, and she was a woman, despite the conversational topics we'd delve into from time to time. Since that nap though, it seemed that we'd kind of opened our eyes to the other one. Now, I'm not going to lie and say that I'd never thought of her sexually, or romantically before, but because of the existing dynamic between us, those thoughts never really stuck out at the forefront of our time spent together. Honestly, the idea of her as anything more than a friend never really crossed my mind until she was gone and I was left alone to my own devices. While she was sitting next to me, she was Katie...nothing more, nothing less.

Now though, with her naked form available for my eyes to roam upon, and her body nestled so tenderly next to mine, sparks were starting to fly, biology was beginning to take over, and I couldn't help but ponder what could happen in the not too distant future. Sitting like that, like lovers, certainly got me thinking. Before I could think to stop it, my mind began to race with the images of her on top of me; of me on top of her; and of my face being so willingly planted between those gorgeous thighs of hers. It was at this point I could feel my dick begin to rise up again, and I knew that at any moment it could spring to life and touch the arm she had wrapped around me. I tried to focus elsewhere, however with my left arm around her, and my left hand so perilously close to her nipple, that proved to be less help to my predicament than I'd hoped.

Katie took a deep breath as she moved against me, causing the blanket around our bodies to force the air between us upwards into my face, making things that much worse for me. A few times before, I'd caught a whiff of what I suspected to be her sex, and I've gotta say, it drove me absolutely wild. For reasons I can't explain, the smell of her, of her most intimate place, compelled me to unleash my innermost animal-like instincts. One time I remember clearly, we were at my sisters house just after Christmas one year, and my sister had gotten a heated, massaging seat pad meant for an office chair. Katie was sitting next to me on her couch, trying out the features of my sisters new gift, and I guess that got her a little excited, because I could definitely smell her then. Upon that first scent, my reality was transported to the image of me lifting her off the couch and carrying her outside to press her up against the side of her truck, stripping off her pants, and just going all-out primal with her in the driveway, under the stars, in front of all the neighbors, and anyone who happened to be driving by at the time.

Of course then it was just a fantasy unattainable to me in that situation, but now she was naked, I was naked, and there we were in the privacy of my living room. I couldn't help but take a deep breath of my own at that thought, and my senses were suddenly bombarded with not only the smell of her sex, but the combined smell of the both of us mixed together. Now, under different conditions, namely her being someone else, I'd be thinking the same thing you probably are...that's gross, and y'all need a damn shower, but I wasn't thinking that at all. What I was thinking was that the situation was becoming critical, and I was seriously about to get physically excited, no doubt poking the arm of my best friend with my rock hard dick.

I tried to put myself in her shoes, or in her place rather, since neither one of us was wearing anything more than a blanket at that point. From my imagined view of her perspective, it would've been off-putting to say the least, and possibly even downright offensive. That was the last thing I wanted to happen, so I desperately needed an escape, at least from the current physical position I was in. I purposefully used my right hand to grab her wrist and move it off of me, deliberately in more of an upward motion than necessary to avoid the awkward contact with my growing erection.

With that part of the crisis averted, I now had to come up with a valid reason to have removed her hand from my side, and immediately eyed my coffee cup sitting on the table in front of us. I pulled my left arm back from around her, and leaned forward to get my mug. I'm not going to claim that it was the smoothest move I could've made at that point, and honestly things might have worked out had she actually felt my appreciation for the moment, but I wasn't quite ready for that, and I doubted that she was either.

Katie seemed to not be phased by this at all, and followed suit to get her own cup, leaning forward after me, allowing the blanket to fall and gather around our waists. She then turned to her left, reaching over the side of the couch to get her cigarettes from her purse on the floor next to us. As she did this, I could just begin to see the top of her ass peering over the top of the blanket, and that did absolutely nothing to quell the swelling between my legs. While she wasn't looking, I casually grabbed part of the blanket and secured it better over my lap to hide the fact that I was so aroused at that point.

Now, Katie's no slouch when it comes to mental fortitude, and she immediately noticed what I'd done. Luckily for me, she took it in stride. "Ah, you must really like that cup of coffee, huh?" Her knowing look, and lighthearted giggle worked wonders in disarming the level of awkwardness I was feeling at that moment, and our usual quick-witted banter resumed.

"Hell, what can I say? I make one helluva good cup of coffee. I'm surprised you haven't soaked through the couch a million times by now" I replied with a laugh to match hers.

Her face changed, becoming almost serious as she quipped back with a raised eyebrow, "who's to say I haven't?" There it was, in typical Katie fashion she almost shocked me into skipping a beat.

"Well, there goes any resale value I had in this thing." With that she chuckled loudly and leaned into me, nudging my shoulder with hers.

"My bad, dude. It's not like I'm the first chick to wet your cushions like that though."

"No, but all the others weren't doing it because of the coffee," I smiled back at her, meeting her eye that now had a distinct light behind it.

Katie's face changed again, though more subtly this time. "So I'm a coffee whore then, is that what you're saying?"

"Well, I mean you did get naked when I started making it."

"That's true," she said, her smile returning, albeit with a more mischievous look to it this time. "To be fair though, as soon as I stripped off, so did you."

"Damn. You caught me, Kate. I'm a whore for naked women in my house. What can I say? I guess I'm just a bad person."

"Oh, you're just the worst," she shot back. "A true miscreant if I ever saw one."

"Ha! At least I'm not a coffee whore though," I looked around the room, "unlike some people here."

"Yeah," she said quietly with faux defeat in her voice as she looked down at the cup in her hands, "damn coffee whores."

With that we both burst out laughing as she leaned back over against me, holding her cup in one hand and her cigarette in the other. The exchange between us proved to be the distraction I needed, and I could feel the tension under the blanket subside.

That was one of the best things about Katie, she could always defuse an awkward situation with a joke, even if that meant making one at her own expense. Sometimes though, she liked to make things worse, and this time was no exception. "You know, I've seen it before, you don't have to hide it from me like that," she said, looking down at my blanket covered bulge.

"That's true," I agreed, thinking about how as much as she was trying to make it awkward again, the mood was already lifted. I reached down and pulled the blanket back, once again exposing my now flaccid manhood resting between my legs. "You called it a whore though, so it got embarrassed and ran away."

"Awww! So it's a shy whore then!" She exclaimed, leaning in to get a closer look.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, that's too bad, because mine isn't." With that she sat her cup down and pulled her legs up on the couch, crossing them at her ankles, exposing every inch of what she was hiding between them. "Mine's totally unashamed of the fact apparently," she said, looking down at her own excitement.

It certainly was incredible though, the edges had turned a rosy pink color, and her lips had begun to open slightly, exposing her swollen little clitoris peeking out from under it's hood. "Well, I never!" I said mockingly as I took the opportunity for my own closer look. "How appallingly lewd!"

"Quite," she began with her best fake posh English accent. "It's so very unladylike, wouldn't you agree?" She gently traced the outside of it with her forefinger, before lightly teasing her clit.

"Indeed," I replied in my own poor attempt at sounding British, watching intently, feeling my own excitement return to my lap. "She isn't very bashful, is she?"

"No. No, not in the slightest. She's quite the show-off that one is." She continued to watch her finger play around the outside of her privates, gathering the moisture from it as she went along.