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Have you ever seen a completely platonic female friend - one who you had no romantic connection with before, during or after the incident in question - naked or topless? Bonus points if it was in a completely unexpected situation and/or if she didn't care or even continued talking to you during it.

I have just such a story from my junior year of college about ten years ago. I had a good friend through all four years of college - let's somewhat cheekily call her "Ellen" - who was gay. Not a college-experimenting-phase lesbian either, she only dated girls all through college and has now been married to her wife for three years (I wasn't able to make the wedding as we now live on opposite ends of the country). We would go to the movies and parties and Taco Bell together and I would go to her dorm room (she became an RA so she lived in a dorm all four years) to watch TV shows like Lost and Heroes together. She had long and fairly traditionally feminine hair but was otherwise more of the androgynous, somewhat masculine-dressing, no-makeup "chapstick lesbian" variety.

So one time junior year - by this point we had been good friends for about three years, hung out dozens if not hundreds of times, been drunk together many times, we'd taken a (short) road trip together, consoled each other in times of romantic heartbreak, and I'd seen her in her bra a handful of times, so we were quite close - we had been in her dorm watching whatever TV show before she was going to go out with her girlfriend. Just to set the picture, this was a somewhat larger than average dorm room, but still a dorm room, with everything except the bathroom - so the couch, TV, bed, chest of drawers, etc - all in one room. Ellen was wearing a ratty old comfy shirt and sweats.

She went to grab her out-on-the-town clothes while I sat on the couch and flipped channels, we chatted about whatever mundane topic I can't even remember anymore. Then, without acknowledging it in any way, being shy at all, or even breaking stride of our conversation, Ellen pulled her top off. No bra. Just medium-size pale breasts with pink nipples and a slim belly. She acted no more shy about this than any dude would have. I instantly grasped that if I played this cool then it would be more likely to happen again, so I refrained from any "Whoa!" or googly-eyed staring, just continued the conversation and flicked my eyes down only when she wasn't looking for ten or so seconds until her new top was on. (She also changed her pants, but had underwear on down there, so not too exciting.)

There was no follow-up after or anything either, when I took off we exchanged completely casual "see ya"s like there hadn't been any nudity to speak of. I think she felt so comfortable around me after three years of being good friends and me never trying to hit on her or anything that she was "one of the guys" around me. Which isn't to say I didn't jack off the second I got home, of course.

Turned out I was right to play it cool. Roughly the same thing happened once again the next semester and then I think four more times senior year, including one time I fell asleep drunk on Ellen's couch and in the morning she was brushing her teeth in the bathroom - door wide open and completely visible from the couch - wearing nothing but her rather masculine tighty-whitey-esque underwear for a good couple of minutes before walking into the main room saying good morning to me and putting her clothes on. (And before anyone asks if I'm sure she wasn't hitting on me, yes, I'm 100% sure. She had no more romantic interest in guys than I did. If you met her you'd know. I also, if you're wondering, never saw anything private below the waist.)

She's a friend I was and still am very fond of for reasons entirely unrelated to anything romantic - we had a million dumb inside jokes, watched hundreds of hours of TV together, and I was actually with her the first time I got drunk EVER (yes, I was a loser in high school) - but I would be lying if I said that those five or so minutes of all our time together that she had her cute lesbian tits unashamedly out aren't one of the first things I think of when I think of her these years later. Damn, it's a shame that the only picture I have of them is the one in my memory!

Anyone got any similar tales of friendly, non-romantic female nudity?