ALMOST, SORT OF, BRIEFLY, NOT COMPLETELY NAKED...

ALMOST SORT OF BRIEFLY NOT COMPLETELY NAKED…

This is Part Seven of DESTINY CUMMINGS AND THE 3 “D”S.
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ALMOST SORT OF BRIEFLY NOT COMPLETELY NAKED…

Although every muscle in my still quivering body felt as though it was made of jelly, I somehow managed to stagger up off of the bed to face my still open door.  This… was going to be interesting. 

One of the many faults that I’d always had to deal with about the apartment that Karen and had shared was that she had always had the larger room with the closet and therefore had storage space to spare.  I, on  the other hand, had ended up with the smaller of the two rooms, which besides being un-closeted, had also proved to be too tight a fit to squeeze both a dresser and my computer desk in alongside the queen size bed that I’d hauled over from my parent’s old house.  As a result, I’d chosen to sacrifice the dresser and had compensated by operating primarily out of a laundry basket that I kept filled with whatever tees and jeans I currently had clean and folded.  I wasn't exactly an elegant solution, but it worked except for dresses and anything else that needed to be hung up.  For those I had to use the coat closet that was located at the end of the hall. 

And between my recent bouts of economizing and my general state of exhaustion and/or sexual insatiability, I’d gotten rather remiss in keeping the in-room clothes basket filled up.  In fact, at the moment it contained several pairs of socks and a pillowcase.  So, to get dressed any higher than my ankles, I was going to have to make a quick jaunt down the hall, grab something, and get dressed before anyone noticed that I was naked.  

Or, at least, that’s what I assumed that Karen was expecting me to do.  Certainly it was the logical thing to do.  But the idea that was rolling through my sex-addled brain was a little different and the pleasure center in between my legs was already getting insanely worked up at the idea of “accidentally” getting caught au natural by someone I barely knew.

If I could find the nerve.

Okay, okay.  By this point, you’re probably thinking that I’d already ended up naked in front of several people over the last week, and I ought to be getting used to it, right? 

To which I say, does a skydiver ever get to the point where they’re ready to jump out of an airplane without at least a little bout of nerves beforehand?  Maybe it’s possible, but there are so many potential things that could wrong that only an insane person could ever completely ignore them.  In this case, the first and foremost potential issue was that I really didn’t know Karen’s boyfriend Frank all that well and had no idea how he might react.  Frankly, Frank had never made much of an impression on me beyond the fact that he seemed rather self absorbed, liked to spend money on himself, and by extension Karen, and that he apparently had a sufficiently large enough supply of it to support that lifestyle.  But he appeared to be straight and most straight guys probably weren’t going to be too upset about getting a glimpse of a partly naked girl, right?  And Karen being there ought to act as some kind of safety mechanism, right?   
  

Or would she?  The second, and more pressing fly in the ointment was that I was equally in the dark as to how Karen might react to me blatantly flashing Frank.  I mean, we weren’t going to be roomies any more, and certainly weren’t as close as we’d been in high school, but I hardly wanted to go all scorched earth with her either.  That meant I would have to be subtle and go for a quick drive-by flashing that looked like a complete accident.  But I could do subtle.  Really, really subtle.  And THAT would also conveniently tie in with the last major buzzing insect in my pot of lubricating balm… which was whether I could actually handle the sensory overload of what I was about to do.  Because for all that I’ve been talking about it sending quivers through my body and so on, I have to stress that my body’s reactions also kind of terrified me because I didn’t know how far I’d go.    

Up until what had just happened with Karen in my bedroom, I’d always been able to keep my hands above my waistline when I was doing the naked thing with the guys.  I’d stayed in control.  Now, given how the memory of what had just happened made my knees tremble in both good ways and bad, I suddenly had this horrible realization that I might start pushing my own buttons in spite of myself.  And, even for me, that was a point of no return that I was determined not to cross…

So… rules.  I had to have a strict plan and stick to it.  No deviations.  Nothing too blatantly obvious.  And, most especially, no stuffing my own envelope.    

Moving as softly and quietly as my still tingling legs would carry me, I crept up to the door frame and listened carefully.   

Hmm.

I could hear Karen talking in the combined kitchen/main room area.  No doubt she’d anticipated the fact that I might need to make a closet run and she’d distracted Frank with something to do in the kitchen.  Due to the way the hall containing the bedrooms, bath and closet was laid out in relation to the main room, this would to be as good a chance as I was likely to get for getting in and out unnoticed.  Of course, that would be IF I was doing what Karen expected and attempted to avoid being seen.  Baring that, I suppose she thought I might have also just wrapped a sheet around myself.  Or simply called out asked her to bring me something…  though I really rather doubted that Karen would have actually brought me what I had in mind if I had asked.   
  

Instead, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the hall.  Totally naked.  I was really doing this! 

The tricky part was trying to make it look like I wasn’t enjoying the experience, like I was really rushing.  So as much as I wanted to saunter down the hall in an exaggerated “sexy walk”, I instead picked up my pace and glanced back “nervously,” ready to fake a gasp of pretend surprise and shock. 

Well, damn, there was no one watching.   

“…have enough boxes?” I could hear Frank’s voice saying in the main area.  I had now passed the door to Karen’s room, and reached to open the closet door, focusing on a very specific item of apparel and where it had been the last time I’d seen it. 

Let’s see…. Where was it…?  Where was it?  THERE!  My hands closed on the hanger I’d been looking for and pulled out the object of my quest.

At first glance, it might have seemed almost innocuous:  a basic white, long sleeved men’s style business shirt.  Taking a good second look, however, revealed quite a bit more.  Rather than being made of cotton or linen, the fabric was actually a filmy imitation silk that would adhere to every nook and crevice of my body like a layer of bodypaint.  And then there was the small matter that it wasn’t exactly… opaque.  As part of one of my seldom used clubbing outfits, it was SUPPOSED to be worn with a vest, or at the very least a bra, neither of which I bothered with as I slid the sensuously decadent fabric on with a smile of giddy delight.

The bottom hem hung across my hips at a level that was just barely, just barely, low enough that it would to keep the lower regions of my female anatomy covered as long as I didn’t move too quickly and avoided air ducts, small fans and heavy breathing.  Or raising my arms. 

Still, it would have been fine if I’d been wearing panties.  Which I wasn’t.  And did I mention that I’d also forgotten to fasten the top five or six buttons of the shirt?  Silly me.

I stood there a minute, “adjusting” my outfit while I kept a corner of my eye focused at the far end of the hall.  Unfortunately, it was quickly becoming apparent that no one was going to head back this way until they knew I was “decent”.  However, I had already crafted the perfect contingency plan for taking things to the next level and ensuring that all my hard work at not dressing wouldn’t go to waste. 

“Karen!” I yelled out, turning and strutting forward in the direction of the kitchen.  “Is my phone out there?”

“Huh… what?” My roommate’s startled voice replied.  “Uh…hold on I’ll look…”

“It’s okay, I’ll find it.” I ad-libbed, already halfway there and picking up my pace.  Oh, God, yes…  I was almost to the end of the hall, the point of no return, but the passing breeze whipping up my way too short shirt and across my exposed nethers only stoked me on.  “I’m pretty sure it’s in the kitchen...!”

And with that I stepped out into the main room. 

To find not two pair of eyes staring back at me, but three!  Karen hadn’t mentioned that Frank’s had brought a friend as well. 

I was standing in a half-open, semi-transparent shirt that barely covered my hoo-haa in front of a complete and total stranger. 

Oh my.  This day just kept getting better and better!

 TO BE CONTINUED…