Becky & Lisa Ch. 01: My Naked Friend

"I can't decide what beer to get," my friend Becky said. "Can you help me make my mind up?"

"Oh yeah," she continued as we walked up the aisle, "energy drinks! We need those too." She paused and handed me a six pack of Red Bull. "Can you hold these for me?"

I struggled for a second, reorganising my load. I hadn't picked up a basket, and I was already carrying two big bags of snacks. Oh, and all of Becky's clothing.

I should probably have mentioned that.

Becky was currently walking completely naked around the small supermarket. The cute "can't make up my mind" thing was, I was pretty sure, just an act, designed to keep us browsing the beers a little longer. Although if she did want to make this experience last longer, I wasn't sure if that was for her benefit, or for the checkout guy happily leering at her as she leaned into the refrigerator.

Or if she just wanted to prolong my discomfort.

By the way, I was most definitely Not Also Naked. She is the exhibitionist, not me. I'm just the lacky, the hapless best mate who follows her around to hold her clothes, make sure nobody hurts her and occasionally makes up stories to stop her getting arrested ("it's ok folks, we're just shooting a movie! She's Lindsay Lohan's body double, they'll superimpose LiLo's head on later. No, I'm not surprised you can't see any cameras, it's, uh, guerilla film-making. Yeah, that's it. No, Miss Lohan's much better now, thank you. Yes I'll give her your best when we rejoin the main shoot.")

Ok, this is an unusual relationship, I'll admit, and probably requires a bit of an explanation, but that will have to wait for another time. All you need to know if you want to psychoanalyse Becky and I, just know that when we were kids we found ourselves in a situation where Becky was completely naked in public (including a trip to a store not too different to this one), I was nearly naked - and she had a great time and got a free bar of chocolate, whereas I got thoroughly embarrassed and then grounded. In case you were wondering why she ended up an exhibitionist and I ended up, well, me.

So, flash forward to us at 18 and you find us once again with Becky naked in a convenience store, just as things were that day. Well things aren't quite the same. At least this time I am fully clothed.

We have changed a little in appearance though - or at least Becky has! I'm still nearly as flat-chested as I was back then - I was obviously out the night the boob fairy visited, so I think they just went to Becky twice. Her D-cup chest and curvaceous hips are the main reason the guy behind the counter is looking so happy that she's currently misplaced her clothes, although I'm sure her neat triangle of pubic hair is also attracting some of his attention.

It's a different store, too - we had been in town at a house party and ended up volunteering for a 1am beer run to a local convenience store, one we had never visited before and probably weren't likely to visit again.

When we arrived at the store Becky must have noticed that it was deserted except for the clerk, and before I even knew what was happening she'd whipped her shirt over her head, unhooked her bra and was stepping out of the shorts and panties she had dropped to the floor. Becky's a master of the quick undress (and redress) - I wonder if it's something she practices? Or maybe there's a special exhibitionist summer school you can go to.

"Hold these for me would you Lisa?" she said with an impish grin as she handed me her clothes and then with a toss of her curls walked naked into the liquor area of the shop.

So here we are, two best friends, one of them currently possessed of an inexplicable urge to shop naked, the other deeply, staggeringly embarrassed by the whole thing.

The guy behind the counter has his phone out now. He's either snapping pictures of Becky (which is quite understandable really) or he's texting his mates and telling them there's a gorgeous girl in his shop absolutely starkers. I hope it's not the latter. The last thing we need now is a bunch of lads coming down to perv on Becky - although she'd probably enjoy the audience. I hope we'll be long gone before anyone arrives.

You're probably thinking, if it's just as simple as Becky wanting people to see her naked, didn't we just leave a house party full of people to come over here. Why is she pretending she can't decide what beer to buy when she could be the centre of attention at the party, naked on the dancefloor - men around her consumed with lust, women with jealousy?

In truth, I don't really know, except to say that Becky isn't really like that. That's not to say she's never lost her clothes at a party, but it's not something she's going to do as a first choice. It's strange but for the most part, none of our other friends have seen her like this. If she's, um, "showing off", it's usually for people she doesn't know.

And me.

I'm not certain of this by any means, but part of me thinks that this is all for my benefit. Or perhaps, I wonder sometimes, she knows how much this embarrasses me and she's getting her kicks as much from my reaction as anyone else's. Perhaps that's why it's always me left holding the clothes?

And why do I put up with it, no matter how much it makes me want to have a hole open up in front of me that I can dive into and swallow me up?

Well, here's the thing. I might be utterly, mortifyingly embarrassed that my best friend sees nothing wrong with walking around naked in public, I might still get mad at her every time she does it... But deep down, if I'm brutally honest with myself... It kinda turns me on.

Yeah. That's bad isn't it? That just makes it more awkward. The fact that right now her behaviour is making me blush is one thing, but the fact that it's also giving me rock hard nipples and wetness between my legs is a whole other issue. Every time I see her without her clothes on (which is, as you have probably gathered by now, pretty often) I just want to throw myself on top of her and kiss her all over - and I mean, all over.

You're probably thinking ok, I'm your standard teenage lesbian with a crush on her best friend. But that's the thing - if I was gay and constantly confronted by this stunning naked girl, l'd understand it - I mean, who wouldn't?

But I'm straight as a Roman road. I've had a few boyfriends and while I am still a virgin (and currently single) I'm fine with how everything works in that regard and perfectly certain that my next serious relationship will involve lots of standard man-woman sex. I've never felt attracted to another woman before and I've never felt attracted to any other woman since. Besides Becky.

So that's just adding to my embarrassment and awkwardness, because whenever she strips off around me, I'm reminded that I'm a straight girl who is head-over-heals in love (or lust) with her best friend. Her beautiful, amazing, funny, free-spirited, gorgeous, bubbly, exhibitionist best friend. Her best friend who is currently standing at a counter in a convenience store totally naked, paying with my money for a 12-pack of beers from a guy who would probably have let us walk out with half the stock in the store in exchange for just one touch of those bouncing bare breasts (he'll be disappointed, after this we will leave the store - before whatever friends he's texted arrive - and walk back through dark and empty streets to within a few yards of the house party before Becky will finally take her clothes back and put them back on). Her best friend who is - oh, my God, what's she doing now?

"Lisa!" she calls - as if she doesn't already have my attention - "remember this from health class?"

And with that she bends over, parting her legs a little to help bring her closer to the ground, and bare bottom in the air she effortlessly touches her toes.

Only she's facing the counter, so it isn't the clerk who gets the resulting eyeful. The only person who can see exactly what she's chosen to show off, is the person she has her back to -me.

So help me, I'm going to need a very cold shower as soon as possible.