Wednesday 15 October 2008

Seven

There was only one rule about clothing in Lizzie’s house and that was that everyone eats breakfast in the nude. The following Tuesday although Lizzie was breakfasting alone, she was still naked. She mused on her friends’ predicament as she ate her cereal. They need to be broken in she thought, idly brushing some splashes of milk from her breasts. She tried to think of some way to make her friends more comfortable with being naked, but nothing came to mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

“Get that please?” shouted her mother. Lizzie padded towards the door “and don’t forget to cover up”

“I have never answered the door naked mother” said Lizzie firmly “unlike you. I expect it will be the postman again; hoping for an eyeful”

Lizzie covered herself with a long jumper she kept in the hall for unexpected callers before answering the bell.

“Hello, Mrs sorry Marjorie” said Lizzie “come in, can I take your coat”

“Thank you, Lizzie.” She said removing her long fur overcoat. As usual Mrs Front was perfectly made up and her hair was coiffured to perfection. She was wearing an expensive but discreet pearl necklace, a gold watch, and a pair of flat black shoes. That completed her outfit.

“Is you mother in?”

Lizzie’s equally naked mother came into the hall

“Marjory, come in it’s so good to see you, Lizzie put the kettle on will you, and get with the dress code”

“Yes Mum” said Lizzie removing her jumper and going into the kitchen.

Marjory and Lizzie’s mother followed her. They all sat around the table chatting about the golf club. Lizzie was a bit bored with the politics of choosing the Ladies Captain and her mind began to wander. A seed of an idea began to germinate.

“How did you get on with Edgar?” quizzed Lizzie’s mother.

“Ah, remarkably well” replied Marjory “I got the impression he was positively drooling at the prospect” she said with a modest titter “he’s my only sponsor, Edgar won’t hear of anyone else knowing”

“Are you happy with that?” asked Lizzie’s mother

“Well” said Marjory in a conspiratorial whisper, “I rather hope to persuade him to join me for a naked lunch” she giggled

Although Lizzie and her mother were used to several naked lunches a week they understood that a naked lunch for Marjory with her husband would be something of a first.

“So he won’t let you approach anyone else for sponsorship” said Lizzie’s mum

“Oh no he thinks no one else knows about this. Although,”she reflected” I would like to expand my nudity now. I know I was quite shy in the beginning, but as time has gone by I do think nudity has a lot going for it.

“Marjory” ventured Lizzie “I have some friends who are in the same boat. They are not comfortable being naked, but they too have decided to join the ‘Nude for Africa Appeal’”

“I take it heir parents aren’t quite as liberal as your own” said Marjory. Before Lizzie could answer Mrs Street continued “but then I suspect few parents are.” She laughed a hearty guffaw.

“I say” said Marjory, “I’ve an idea, why don’t you ask them over for coffee on Thursday, what do you think Janet”

“I think it would be a great help to them, and to you too Marjory” replied Lizzie’s mum.

“Yes” said Mrs Street, “ask them do. Phone them now, strike while the iron is hot, so to speak”

Both Charlotte and Alice said they would have to think about it.

Sunday 12 October 2008

Six

There was only one rule about clothing in Lizzie’s house and that was that everyone eats breakfast in the nude. The following Tuesday although Lizzie was breakfasting alone, she was still naked. She mused on her friends’ predicament as she ate her cereal. They need to be broken in she thought, idly brushing some splashes of milk from her breasts. She tried to think of some way to make her friends more comfortable with being naked, but nothing came to mind. Her thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell.

“Get that please?” shouted her mother. Lizzie padded towards the door “and don’t forget to cover up”

“I have never answered the door naked mother” said Lizzie firmly “unlike you. I expect it will be the postman again; hoping for an eyeful”

Lizzie covered herself with a long jumper she kept in the hall for unexpected callers before answering the bell.

“Hello, Mrs sorry Marjorie” said Lizzie “come in, can I take your coat”

“Thank you, Lizzie.” She said removing her long fur overcoat. As usual Mrs Front was perfectly made up and her hair was coiffured to perfection. She was wearing an expensive but discreet pearl necklace, a gold watch, and a pair of flat black shoes. That completed her outfit.

“Is you mother in?”

Lizzie’s equally naked mother came into the hall

“Marjory, come in it’s so good to see you, Lizzie put the kettle on will you, and get with the dress code”

“Yes Mum” said Lizzie removing her jumper and going into the kitchen.

Marjory and Lizzie’s mother followed her. They all sat around the table chatting about the golf club. Lizzie was a bit bored with the politics of choosing the Ladies Captain and her mind began to wander. A seed of an idea began to germinate.

“How did you get on with Edgar?” quizzed Lizzie’s mother.

“Ah, remarkably well” replied Marjory “I got the impression he was positively drooling at the prospect” she said with a modest titter “he’s my only sponsor, Edgar won’t hear of anyone else knowing”

“Are you happy with that?” asked Lizzie’s mother

“Well” said Marjory in a conspiratorial whisper, “I rather hope to persuade him to join me for a naked lunch” she giggled

Although Lizzie and her mother were used to several naked lunches a week they understood that a naked lunch for Marjory with her husband would be something of a first.

“So he won’t let you approach anyone else for sponsorship” said Lizzie’s mum

“Oh no he thinks no one else knows about this. Although,”she reflected” I would like to expand my nudity now. I know I was quite shy in the beginning, but as time has gone by I do think nudity has a lot going for it.

“Marjory” ventured Lizzie “I have some friends who are in the same boat. They are not comfortable being naked, but they too have decided to join the ‘Nude for Africa Appeal’”

“I take it heir parents aren’t quite as liberal as your own” said Marjory. Before Lizzie could answer Mrs Street continued “but then I suspect few parents are.” She laughed a hearty guffaw.

“I say” said Marjory, “I’ve an idea, why don’t you ask them over for coffee on Thursday, what do you think Janet”

“I think it would be a great help to them, and to you too Marjory” replied Lizzie’s mum.

“Yes” said Mrs Street, “ask them do. Phone them now, strike while the iron is hot, so to speak”

Both Charlotte and Alice said they would have to think about it.

Thursday 9 October 2008

Five

Sunday lunch was a trial for both Charlotte and Alice, but in very different ways.

Alice had to try and maintain her enthusiasm, uncomfortable in the knowledge that at exactly the same time next week she’d be sitting at the very same table stark naked.

Meanwhile Charlotte sat in total silence, while her parents’ tried to make small talk.

‘How could I be so stupid?’ she thought again and again.

“I hope this will be a lesson to you young lady” admonished her father as if reading her thoughts, “A day spent in your room to ponder upon the evils of drink”

“Who said I would stay in my room?” snapped Charlotte, regretting the words almost the instant they came from her mouth.

“If you think you are walking around this house in a state of undress you have another thing coming” said her father sternly

“No dear” said her mother soothingly to her husband. “If Charlotte has to do this, she must face up to her mistakes and if that means she has to sit at this table as God made her then so be it”

Charlotte shuddered, her emotions were slowly building up, and she was now close to tears.

A short walk away along sunlit leafy avenues Alice’s household was far from quiet. Following her moral victory with the sponsor form she found herself at the butt of her younger brother’s jokes. They were eating Sunday lunch in the garden.

“Hope it stays fine next week” he said “I wouldn’t want you get cold feet; or anything else for that matter” he tittered. “Can we have chicken next week, I fancy a bit of breast for lunch”

“You have all the wit of children’s entertainer, Greg” snapped Alice

“Leave your sister alone, she’s doing this for charity Gregory” chided their mother.

Ever since Greg was thirteen he had been trying to clock his sister. He was always hanging around when she’d been for a shower, hoping to catch a glimpse. Well now it looked like he would get to see more than he ever dreamed.

“Hey sis watch out you nearly spilt some gravy on your clothes” said Greg “Won’t be a problem next week, you’ll barely notice it, and what’s more it will wipe off your suit without leaving a stain. That’s your birthday suit ha ha ha!

‘As subtle as a flying mallet’ thought Alice

“So how much will you sponsor me Greg?” she asked “can I put you down for a pound an hour, or will you join me, I’ve a spare form”

“No way sis, my clothes are staying on, on, on”

“You’re an idiot Greg” she replied

At his point her father intervened and gave Greg a stern lecture on his sister’s sincere stance (Alice winced) and if he wasn’t mature enough he could stay at his aunt’s house next week. The thought of not seeing his sister in the altogether sobered Greg and he stopped making lascivious comments.

When they had finished Alice began to clear the table.

‘I’ll be doing this in the nude next week’ she thought. ‘How I could have been so stupid as to get myself into this.’

The phone rang. Her mother answered

“Yes”

“What! Next week!” she exclaimed loudly

There was a pause as she listened.

“Well there is a slight problem with Alice”

Another pause.

“Well mother, it’s like this. Alice has got herself £250 sponsorship for ‘The Nude for Africa Appeal’”

“Yes you heard right mother.” said Alice’s mother

“I’d forgotten we were coming to you for lunch”

An escape plan loomed in Alice’s mind. ‘If I stay in bed until they leave, Nan’s lunches go until seven at least, they won’t get back until about eight, by which time I’ll be back in bed with a headache”

“Your grandmother wants to speak with you” said Alice’s mother in a voice that sounded somehow deflated

“Hi Nan” said Alice “I’m sorry I won’t be able to make dinner next week”

“Nonsense, I won’t hear of it” replied her grandmother.

Better and better thought Alice, I’ll be able to drop the ‘Nude for Africa’ altogether.

“If my granddaughter is prepared to bare all for the starving the least I can do is welcome her in my home.” Alice’s jaw dropped.

“I’m so proud of you my dear. If I was thirty years younger I’d join you myself. I told your mother she should be ashamed of herself.”

Alice closed her eyes in despair as her grandmother continued.

“Instead of admonishing you she should be stripping off herself. How much do you want me to sponsor you for?”

“Whatever you can afford Nan” said a downfallen Alice.

“Have you got any spare sponsor forms”

“Yes I have Nan” replied Alice.

“Then give one to your stuffy mother” she replied cackling heartily.

A downfallen Alice went upstairs to phone Charlotte.