This happened when I was still in college. My friends and I had all returned home for winter break to celebrate Christmas with our families. But I wanted to do something special with them, considering that we were all together for the first time in a while. So I decided to host a Day-After-Christmas party. It ended up being really fun. We all hung out in our pajamas, baked cookies, drank hot cider, watched old Christmas movies, and just had a relaxing afternoon. Then I decided to do something rather silly.
We ended up playing a game called Jingle Shots. It’s a fun little drinking game. One person starts singing whatever Christmas song they know, but each person has to sing the next line in the song. If they don’t know the lyrics, or they mess up the line, they take a shot. But I decided to make a little wager with my friends to make things more interesting. We’d each get six shots, and whoever finished all their shots first would have to go outside and make a snow angel on the front lawn. Wearing only their underwear.
Diana didn’t take the bet. I didn’t expect her to. She was always much more timid and demure than the rest of us. But Kara and Sonia were more than eager to partake in my little wager. So we lined up our shots and started playing. I actually thought I would have a chance at winning because I knew a few foreign Christmas songs. But it’s kinda hard to sing in another language when you’re getting tipsy. It probably doesn’t surprise anyone that I ended up losing the game. But you’d probably be surprised if I told you that losing the bet didn’t bother me.
My friends certainly noticed that my behavior was unusually nonchalant. Which perplexed them. I was about to run outside half naked and lay down in the freezing snow, but I was completely unbothered about that. They thought I was just drunk. But they didn’t know what I had planned. You see, I had just received some incredibly comfortable and well-insulated thermal underwear for Christmas. They’re basically just fancy long-john’s. But they would keep me fully covered and warm while I was outside. My friends were not happy about my deception and thought that I’d tricked them. To be fair, they were completely right. That was my intention from the very beginning.
But the tables were swiftly turned when my friends tried to usher me out the door to start making snow angels. You see, I wasn’t currently wearing my thermal underwear. They would have been too obvious under my pajamas, and then no one would have wanted to play my game. So I left them upstairs in my room. I planned on changing into them but my friends stopped me. They said I couldn’t just change into a more comfortable pair of underwear. It would be “against the spirit of the rules” or whatever. I tried to insist. After all, the bet was that the looser had to make snow angels wearing their underwear. But I hadn’t been wearing any the whole time.
That was a huge mistake. I thought I was being clever. Instead, my plan had just backfired. Sonia was the first to speak up.
“If you’re really not wearing any underwear, then I guess you’ll be making snow angels completely naked.”
I tried to protest. That wasn’t what we agreed too. I never would have expected any of them to go outside naked. But Sonia ended up making a compelling argument.
She lifted her shirt, just high enough to reveal the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Had Sonia lost the bet, she would’ve been outside making snow angels in nothing but a pair of panties. She wouldn’t have been able to keep her shirt on, or borrow somebody’s bra. Everyone would have expected her to go outside topless. Yet she participated in the game anyway.
So, I begrudgingly unbuttoned my shirt and removed my pants, before letting my friends lead me out my front door and into the bitter cold.
The frosty air was nearly unbearable. It nipped my bare skin as I made my way down the front steps and onto the snow covered grass. My arms were wrapped tightly around my torso to try and maintain some degree of warmth. It certainly wasn’t out of modesty. Anyone who passed by would obviously be able to tell that I was stark naked. Luckily for me, the streets were empty. Not a single person passed by. There weren’t even any cars on the street. Just me and my friends in a winter wonderland. It would have been picturesque, had I been dressed appropriately. When I found a suitable spot on the lawn I dropped my arms to my sides, baring myself completely to the elements, and fell backwards into the snow.
It was absolutely freezing. Every inch of my exposed skin felt burning hot despite being enveloped by snow. I flailed my arms and legs, working as quickly as possible. I only had to make one snow angel. Just one, then I could get back inside and cover myself in as many layers as possible. Once I had finished, my friends helped me back onto my feet. They took a moment to admire my work. It wasn’t particularly impressive. But you’d never expect that the person who made the imprint hadn’t been wearing any clothes.
Satisfied with the results, we made our way back inside. I planned on taking a long hot shower before resuming with the party. But there was an unexpected delay. I made it to the front door to find that it was jammed. I pushed hard, even tried slamming my shoulder against the door. But it didn’t budge. We were locked out.
My friends, initially jovial and laughing at my expense, started to become apprehensive about our situation. I was panicking. My nude stunt was meant to be temporary. But without a way to get back inside, every minute of prolonged exposure risked serious consequences. After all, I wasn’t just naked. I was naked in the middle of winter. If I wasn’t arrested for indecent exposure, I’d likely suffer from frostbite or even hypothermia.
But all hope wasn’t lost. I remembered that we had a spare key hidden on the front porch. It wouldn’t work on our front door, but we could unlock the back door to get back inside. I was going to tell my friends the good news. But I hesitated. I’ll admit, I was feeling a little petty about my situation. I know I lost the bet, fair and square, but if Sonia had let me put on my thermal underwear as I planned- okay, admittedly we’d still be stuck outside, but I wouldn’t be naked in the freezing cold! So instead of telling them about the key to the back door, I offered to get the spare key our neighbors had.
This was a lie. My neighbors didn’t have a spare key. I don’t even remember if they were home that year or visiting family. But my friends didn’t know that. They were just happy to hear that we had a way to get back in the house. But they were hesitant about getting the key considering my current lack of attire.
“It’s fine. Just let me borrow your clothes, and I’ll come back with the key.”
I was looking directly at Sonia as I said those words. Her eyes went wide at what I was suggesting. She wanted to compromise, but I shot down her suggestions. I wouldn’t fit in Kara’s clothes, and it wouldn’t be fair for Diana to strip since she hadn’t wanted to participate in our bet to begin with. She offered to get the key instead, but my neighbors didn’t know any of my friends very well. They were effectively strangers. With no other options, Sonia reluctantly started stripping.
She started with her shorts, slipping them off her toned legs and kicking them in my direction. Then she grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it upwards, exposing her taut stomach as she stretched her arms above her head, before letting her breasts fall free from the garment. Sonia wasn’t quite as endowed as me, but she was still fairly busty. She covered her chest with both arms after throwing her shirt at me. My friend glared with annoyance as she stood on my porch, wearing nothing more than some plain cotton underpants.
I tried not to get dressed too eagerly. A teeshirt and shorts may not have been winter appropriate, but they were certainly better than what I was currently wearing. With my decency restored, I made my way next door, telling my friends that I’d hurry back with the house key. Yet another lie. I took my sweet time walking to my neighbors house. To be fair, I was barefoot and the ground was covered in snow. When I got to their front door, I gave it a good solid knock and waited for a response. There wasn’t any. But I knocked again and waited a bit longer, just to be sure. Alas, I was forced to return to my friends empty handed. They were all pretty dejected, especially Sonia. But there spirits all brightened after I just happened to remember about my spare key hidden on the front porch. Well, everyone except for Sonia.
So yeah, we got my key, went around to unlock the back door, and made it back inside all safe and warm.
Probably a bit of an anticlimactic ending. And I bet you all think that I was kind of a bitch for making Sonia stand outside half naked for the sake of petty revenge.
Well, about that…
After we got back inside, I happily returned Sonia her clothes. But before getting dressed myself, I really wanted a hot shower to try and warm up faster. I didn’t take long. Just a quick rinse. But when I stepped out of the shower, I noticed that someone had stolen my pajamas. I kinda expected that.
I wrapped myself in a towel and went downstairs, looking for my pajamas and an explanation. Well, my friends were actually still a bit peeved about my earlier attempted deception. Sonia thought I should be penalized and stay naked for the rest of the party, but the others thought she was being too mean. Until I took Sonia’s clothes and made them wait outside in the cold, only to *conveniently* remember the spare key that we could have used instead. Then they all decided that a penalty was rightly deserved.
I absolutely could have refused and fought with them about it. But I couldn’t be bothered. I just decided to play along so we could keep having fun. I gave up my towel and spent the rest of the party naked. At least I was inside my own home where it was warm. And it’s not like my friends hadn’t seen me naked before. They did compromise a bit and wrapped me up with some ribbons like a Christmas present at some point. Overall, it was a pretty fun experience. For the most part at least. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone again this Christmas.
But there will be a significant absence of nudity at my next party!
I plan on saving it for the after-party
