No clothes allowed in the pillowfort…
It's the rules...
It happened a few weeks ago, and it had been Jude’s idea. It always was. Watching him as he stacked another column of cushions, I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “A pillowfort? Seriously?”
“Trust me,” he’d said. “It’ll be soooo nostalgic…”
“Hmmm…” I said, watching him tie a sheet to the curtain rail, surrounded by blankets and fairy lights. “It does look kind of inviting…”
“Of course it does!” he said, standing back and admiring his hard work. “You doubted me?”
“Always,” I teased. “But it looks pretty great…”
He grinned and ducked into the fort, disappearing under a fleece blanket. “Grab the snacks and come inside. One rule though,” he called, voice muffled by pillows. “No clothes allowed in the pillowfort.”
I laughed, grabbing the popcorn from the side and emptying it into a bowl. “Very funny.”
“I’m serious,” he insisted from inside the fortress, his voice teasing. “It’s a sacred pillowfort tradition. Basically law. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of it?”
“Hmmm,” I laughed. “That’s not one I remember.”
“Come on, Sarah,” he shouted. “You need to loosen up. You’re always so uptight!”
I opened my mouth to object but closed it again quickly, catching myself, realising any objection to the contrary would kind of prove his point.
I wasn’t uptight, was I? I looked down at my body, covered as it was with full length jeans and a huge fluffy sweater, completely obscuring any hint of my figure.
It had been another shitty day at work; the kind of day where you dream of quitting your boring-ass corporate job and moving to the woods to weave baskets and catch fish. But unfortunately the woods don’t have hot showers or cheeseburgers or a PS5, so instead, I’d come to Jude’s place to do nerdy shit. Only, today, instead of the usual gaming session, Jude was telling me to get naked.
But it was just a joke, right?
I stared at the pile of blankets. I bit my lip, feeling a nervous flutter low in my belly. He hadn’t spoken again, and I wondered if he knew I was deliberating, worried any further input might dissuade me. He obviously wanted me to do it, or he wouldn’t have said it, and I had to admit the thought was a little flattering…
Fuck it.
“Can you throw me out a blanket?”
Jude didn’t respond beyond the sudden appearance of a soft white blanket at the entrance of the fort. I grabbed it and moved around to the other side of the entrance, where I hoped he couldn’t see me.
I took a slow, steadying breath, feeling my heart race as I removed the first layers; my sweater over my head and my jeans over my ankles, leaving me standing there in just my panties and bra. I glanced nervously toward the entrance of the fort, heart thumping. For some reason, my nipples were already hard. The thought of Jude waiting, unaware of what I was doing, made my legs feel a little weak.
Before I could second-guess myself, I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and slipped it off my shoulders, my panties following. Suddenly, I was standing completely naked in Jude’s apartment, a rush of adrenaline coursed through me, my cheeks warming with embarrassment and excitement.
Wrapping the blanket tightly around myself, I ducked into the fort. Jude looked up from adjusting the laptop screen, his smile quickly turning to stunned silence. His eyes lingered on the blanket wrapped tightly around my body, clearly trying–and failing–to hide his surprise.
“Holy shit,” he murmured, laughing awkwardly, cheeks reddening. “You actually did it?”
I shrugged nonchalantly, hoping he couldn’t hear how fast my heart was pounding. “You made the rules. I didn’t want to be refused entry…”
“Right.” He cleared his throat, averting his eyes quickly and hitting play on the laptop. “Movie time.”
“Perfect,” I said.
The movie started, filling the fort with a soft glow. We leaned back into the pillows, inches apart, the blanket snugly wrapped around my naked body. I could feel Jude’s eyes flicking over to me repeatedly, clearly dying to know whether or not I was truly naked beneath the blanket but too embarrassed to ask.
I shifted subtly, letting the blanket slip just slightly off one shoulder, exposing bare skin to the warm glow of the screen. Jude’s gaze flicked toward me, his breathing shallow as he quickly looked away again.
A strange thing was happening: sitting here in this cozy little pillowfort, wrapped naked in a blanket beside my friend, everything started to feel surreal, as though the rules of everyday life no longer applied here. In this small, secret place, anything seemed possible, even doing incredibly slutty, naughty things…
Pretending to adjust my position, I let the blanket slip further, exposing the upper swell of my breasts, pushing together my cleavage. Once again, I caught Jude’s eyes widening before he forced his gaze back to the screen, cheeks flushed and chest rising unevenly.
“It’s really warm in here,” I whispered, feigning innocence as I adjusted again, revealing more smooth skin, the blanket falling dangerously low, the top of my areola visible, my nipples creating little hard lumps on the edge of the blanket, millimeters from being completely visible, exposing my huge tits to him.
“Yeah,” Jude agreed quietly, clearly struggling to keep his voice steady. “Really warm.”
Every stolen glance he gave me made cross my legs a little tighter. Smooth and shaven, I wondered what it would feel like to let him lick it.
Just a little…
Just to try it…
Unable to resist, I shifted once more, letting the blanket drop even lower…
