Chronicling My Nude Experiences and Encounters

Posted 20 19 10 11 03 57 Finally, a place where I could be comfortably nude. When I was 19, a friend invited me to share his apartment. I wasn't needing a place to live; I was still living with my parents. Nonetheless, I liked the idea of living on my own, thus, I accepted. My friend and I had opposing schedules. He worked days; I worked nights. We were both going to school. We only saw each other on weekends. While in the apartment, I was nude. He didn't care, primarily because we hardly saw each other. When I came home, I'd get undressed and leave a robe hanging on the doorknob of the front door -- just in case someone came to the apartment. On weekends during the summer, I would lounge around the apartment and he'd be down at the pool playing with the kids who lived in the apartment complex. Two or three times each day, he'd send one of the young boys up to the apartment to get something. Eventually they complained because they didn't like coming into the apartment and seeing me nude. My friend thought I should put something on for their sake. I said, "No. I'm not getting dressed for their comfort. If they don't like it, they don't have to come up to the apartment. If you really need something, you can come up to the apartment and get it." That resulted in no one's coming up to the apartment and getting stuff. So, I had a place where I could be nude. Just in the apartment, but that was better than nothing.