“You don’t need to put it back,” she said. “You’re going to take off all your clothes anyway, right?”
So they walked up the stairs, naked Michelle leading the way, her perfect ass bobbing right in front of his eyes while his erect cock jutted out towards her as if straining to touch her. When they reached his room, he had barely turned on the light before she was on her knees taking him into her mouth. Her lips slid up and down his shaft while he closed and locked the door. His mom wouldn’t be home until 11, but better safe than sorry. He doubted he would be paying any attention to the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
Michelle pulled off his cock for a moment, smiling and licking her lips. “I can taste myself,” she said.
“Probably you would if you kissed me, too,” Charlie said.
She giggled. “I’ll try that in a minute.” She kissed the tip of his penis and let it slip once again between her lips. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. She helped him pull off his pants, then allowed him to sit on the bed before lowering her mouth on his cock again.
Charlie closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her tongue as it slid around his shaft like a snake winding around a tree branch. He leaned back on his elbows, settling onto his bed. Her dark hair fell across his lap and he could feel strands of her hair flowing over his balls as she bobbed up and down. He struggled to restrain himself from thrusting up into her mouth, matching her rhythm, pushing up as far as he could until her lips touched the base of his shaft. He couldn’t imagine that his entire cock could fit into her mouth. He felt sure that if he tried, he would choke her.
Michelle let him pop out of her mouth and she paused to catch her breath, her chin resting against the head of his penis. With her eyes closed, she began to climb onto the bed, her warm body sliding against his, his cock dragging between her breasts and down her belly. She hovered above him on her hands and knees, and with her eyes still closed, reached down for his cock and fed the head of it into her waiting pussy. Sighing, she sank down onto him.
With a contented smile on her face, she began to move up and down on him. Charlie lay there, barely moving, letting her pleasure herself on his erection. She shifted her hips as she slid up, grinding her clit against his shaft, and he could tell that every time she eased down onto him, it moved her closer and closer to a climax. It didn’t take long. She came suddenly, gasping and trembling, before collapsing on top of him. He could feel the sweat on her back as he embraced her.
It was his turn. He gripped her by the hips and began to move her on his cock, pushing her down onto it as he thrust into her, then holding her in place as he pulled out. He had restrained himself before, but now he surrendered to the urgency of his need, roughly driving into her, trying to get as deep into her as he could. He forced a gasping cry out of Michelle with each hard thrust.
Finally, he pushed her down onto his cock and held her there, deep inside her, and he came. He could feel himself pulsing, filling her, and he felt her on top of him, her weight resting against him like a blanket; down below, her pussy enveloped him, squeezing him. He smelled the sweet scent of her perfume mingled with the musk of her sweat and her sex, and he breathed it in deeply. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, and felt like they could remain that way forever.
“You give me the most amazing orgasms,” she murmured.
Charlie said nothing. He wished he could attribute it to his sexual prowess, but he knew that it had more to do with the charge she got from walking around naked. She was primed to have a tremendous orgasm before he ever even entered her.
She shifted on top of him. “I’m going to take a shower, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You want to join me?”
He did. He rinsed off quickly in the shower spray and stole a few kisses from Michelle before leaving her to finish showering on her own. Returning to his room, he quickly dried off and put on his clothes. Michelle’s dress still hung over his desk chair and he eyed it for a minute, listening to the sound of the water cascading in the shower. He picked the dress off his chair and brought it to the bed. He stowed it in his private spot in the boxspring, where he already had a small collection of her clothes.
Walking swiftly down the stairs, Charlie kept his ears perked, but didn’t hear anything. His mom was still out, and the first floor of the house remained empty. Charlie walked to the kitchen. He cleaned up the paper plates and put the other dishes in the sink.
From upstairs, he heard the shower turn off. He took his can of Sprite, which still had a little bit at the bottom, and leaned against the frame of the door to the kitchen. He sipped his drink and waited. After a few minutes, Michelle came slowly down the stairs. She was still naked, her hair wet and her skin glowing from the shower. She took each step tentatively, peering around like a wary cat.
“We’re still alone,” Charlie said, and took a sip from his can.
“Is my dress in your room somewhere?” Michelle asked. “I couldn’t find it.”
Charlie finished the last bit of Sprite in the can, and tossed it into the recycling bin. “What dress?” he asked.
Michelle stared at him for a moment. Then she looked down at herself. “Oh,” she said softly. “Right.”
“My mom’s not home for another three hours,” Charlie said. “Want to find something to watch on TV?”
Michelle fidgeted with her wet hair. “Okay.”
She followed him into the living room. He sat on the couch and picked up the remote. Pointing it at the TV, he touched a button and the screen came on.
“Charlie…” Michelle said nervously, glancing towards the front door. “You’ll walk me to my car, when it’s time to go, won’t you? I parked around the corner. I didn’t park in front of your house.”
“Sure,” he said. “I’ll walk with you.” Suddenly, he realized that she thought she was expected to walk back to her car naked. It was a thrilling idea, definitely, but did she really think he’d make her do that? He would return her dress, of course. He wouldn’t make her walk naked all that way.
Would he?
He marveled at her willingness to go along with what he told her. Just like that, she had accepted that her dress was no longer available to her, that she had to remain naked, that she even had to walk to her car naked. He’d give the dress back, when the time came for her to leave. He’d even help her put it on, like he had on the train. Until then, let her believe she had a nude walk in her future. The anticipation probably excited her as much as it excited him.
He’d give her the dress back. Probably. Maybe he would.
“What do you want to watch?” he asked.
Michelle came over to the couch and took the seat next to him. “Anything,” she said. She didn’t stay upright for long, quickly leaning over until she was lying across his lap with her legs folded to the side. He put his arm around her, casually reaching down to fondle her breast. She accepted his petting without complaint.
Charlie flipped through the channels. He found the movie “Mean Girls” and left it on that channel after Michelle remarked, “Oh, I like this movie!” Charlie didn’t care; he could have watched anything. He had a naked girl draped across his lap and felt pretty confident that he could let his hands wander wherever he wanted across her body. He fondled her breasts for a few minute, and when he finally let his hand drift lower, her only response was to open her legs wider so he’d have easier access between them.
“I’m lying on something hard, but I’m not sure what it is,” she teased as she pressed her hand against the growing erection in his pants. She undid his zipper and let his cock out. While they watched TV, she stroked it lightly with her fingernails.
“Do your parents know you’re here?” Charlie asked.
“Not specifically,” Michelle said. “I told them I had a school thing.”
Charlie chuckled, glancing down at her hand on his cock. “Oh, okay. So this is a ‘school thing.’ “
Charlie slipped his finger into her pussy, noting that she was still wet. His cock was fully erect, and it seemed more and more likely that their sex had a sequel on the way. He gazed at Michelle’s body, fresh and clean from her shower. He could smell the lingering fragrance of body wash on her skin.
Pretty soon, she was going to need to take a second shower.
A door slammed from the kitchen. “Charlie! I’m home!” his mom called.
Michelle bolted upright. She stared at Charlie with her mouth open, panic showing clearly on her face. Charlie shoved his erection back into his pants, and it was a miracle that he didn’t catch himself in his zipper as he quickly pulled it up.
Michelle scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting around the room, looking for a place to hide. She looked toward the stairs that led to the second floor. Charlie stood quickly and caught her arm. If she tried to go up the stairs while his mom was in the kitchen, she would be clearly visible. But she couldn’t stay in the living room either. His mom would walk in any second.
Where to hide her?
Charlie glanced at the front door. Michelle’s purse and sandals still sat where she had tossed them, right next to the door. Charlie went in that direction, tugging Michelle’s arm, and she followed.
He picked up her purse and sandals and pushed them into her arms. “Charlie!” she pleaded. “Where can I go? Where’s my dress?”
From the kitchen: “Charlie! I’m home! Are you here? I saw your car!”
He didn’t have time. So he did the first thing he thought of. He pulled open the front door.
Michelle’s eyes were wide. “Charlie! Out there?”
“Just for a minute. Let me just say hi to her, and then I’ll make up some reason to come outside.” He put his hand on Michelle’s back, urging her out the door.
Michelle took an uncertain step out onto the front porch. She turned to look back at him, and he couldn’t help but admire the way her naked body looked in the glow of the porch light, with the street and the night sky behind her.
“Just a few minutes,” he said. He caught a glimpse of her astonished expression just before he closed the door.
“Charlie?” his mom called again.
“I’m here!” he called back. He headed for the kitchen.
CHAPTER 7
Charlie was almost to the kitchen when he stopped suddenly. He looked back towards the front door.
The porch light was on. Michelle was standing on the front porch naked, under a bright white bulb. He might as well have left her on a stage lit up with a spotlight.
He took a step towards the switch for the porch light, but hesitated again.
His mom had just come in through the garage door. She’d seen the porch light was on when she drove up. If he turned it off now, would she notice it was off? She’d see the dark front windows. Would she wonder why the light was now off? Would she look outside?
He shook his head sharply. He’d figure that out if it happened. For now, he needed to give Michelle some shadows to hide in. He swiftly crossed the room to the front door and flipped the switch off. The porch light went out.
“Charlie!” his mom called from the kitchen. “Come in here!”
“Just a sec!” Charlie called back. He would need a reason to go outside for a few minutes. Something left in his car, maybe. Michelle’s dress was still hidden up in his bedroom. Was it small enough that he could bundle it up, hide it as a bulge in his pocket? Hide it in a bag? How could he explain it if his mom caught him smuggling a stray dress out of his room?
What, mom? This dress? Oh, it belongs to the naked girl outside. I’ll go deliver it to her.
Charlie shook his head. He would bring Michelle one of his jackets instead. If she zipped it up, she would show a lot of leg but all her important parts would be covered.
Charlie entered the kitchen. Mrs. Tucker stood at the counter cutting a slice of chocolate cream pie into halves. “Hey, Charlie.” She smiled at him. “You gotta have a taste of this pie. It’s the best. Ed brought it in.”
“You’re home early?” Charlie tried to sound casual.
“Yeah. It went fast. But Marsha said she’d still pay us for the full shift. Did you eat?”
“I made a pizza.”
“Oh, good. Let’s sit at the table and have some dessert. This pie is amazing.” Mrs. Tucker carried the two slices of pie to the table.
“Umm… sure.” Charlie cleared his throat. “But I need to run out to my car for a minute…”
“First take a bite. You gotta try the pie. It’s so good.”
Charlie glanced anxiously over his shoulder, imagining Michelle shivering, crouched naked on their welcome mat just outside the front door. “I better just run out to my car,” he said. “While I remember. If I don’t do it right away, I’ll forget.”
Mrs. Tucker chuckled. “Right. And then you’ll be in bed about to sleep, and all of a sudden it’ll hit you, that thing you forgot to do. Happens to me all the time.”
Charlie couldn’t stop himself from imagining that scenario. Cozy in bed, about to sleep. Thinking, was there something I’ve forgotten? All of a sudden… oh my god! Michelle is still naked outside! He would scramble down the stairs, unlock the door, find her still sitting naked on his front porch, waiting for him. She’d probably never talk to him again.
But what if he came out around midnight, stammering apologies, and she stood there naked, waiting patiently on the front porch with a smile on her face. What if she stood out there for hours, obediently waiting, willing to stand there naked and wait for him for as long as it took, without any concern for who saw her?
Awful. How could he contemplate such a thing? He needed to rescue her as soon as possible. “I’ll be right back,” he said, and left the room before his mom could argue.
He went to the hall closet and found an oversized black hoodie which he hadn’t worn in a while. It zipped in the front, and he thought it was big enough that Michelle could lose herself in it. He put it on and walked swiftly to the door, expecting his mom would appear at any moment to say something else to delay him. But she stayed in the kitchen, and Charlie quickly pulled open the front door and stepped out. He closed the door quietly behind him.
Michelle sat a few feet from the door, just under the main living room window, which thankfully always had the curtains closed. She had her knees pulled up to her chest, her arms wrapped around her knees. The shadow of the porch railing crossed over her body, obscuring her somewhat from view.
“Hey,” Charlie whispered. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she whispered back. She stretched her legs out and slowly rose to her feet, while Charlie quickly removed the hoodie. He offered it to her and she took it from his hand.
“I was sitting here,” she murmured, slipping her arms into the hoodie, “trying to decide whether you put me out the front door on purpose.”
“I’m sorry…” he said. “No one saw you, did they?”
“No one. But I’m glad you turned out the light.” She left the hoodie barely clinging to her shoulders and made no effort to zip it closed, so that the front of her body was still completely exposed. Charlie had imagined that she would huddle under the dark fabric like a shapeless blob with lovely long legs. But apparently she wasn’t in any hurry to cover up.
At least the hoodie could be closed quickly if someone appeared.
She faced the street. “On purpose like a test,” she said. “To see if I would let you put me outside like this. And I did let you. But it wasn’t on purpose, was it? It was just the first thing you thought of to do.”
“I know. Not my best plan.” Charlie gazed at Michelle’s front, knowing that he could reach out and pull the sides of the hoodie together and zip it up, knowing she would accept that from him. Yet his hands r
emained at his side. He looked back up at her face. “I didn’t leave you out here long, right? And you had me put your dress in my room. You could have left it with your other things by the front door. It would have fit in your purse.”
Michelle touched her finger against her throat, sliding it down over her skin until she traced the inside edge of her breast. “What dress?” she said softly. Her eyes were fixed on the empty street as she distractedly fingered her hard nipple.
Charlie knew the longer they waited, the greater the chance they would get caught. “Where did you park?”
She pointed to the right. “That way. Just around the corner.”
“Let’s start walking. Let me go first, I’ll make sure the coast is clear.” Charlie walked up the path, looking up and down the street at the sidewalks. He didn’t see anyone walking or driving. He looked back at Michelle and was momentarily stunned by how visible she was.
“Anyone looking out their window can see this,” he thought, looking at the dark circles of her nipples and the dark line of her pubic hair, clearly visible against her light skin in the glow of the street light. Was she really as exposed as she appeared? Or did it just look that way to him because he knew she was naked? Would an observer imagine her with clothes, simply because they didn’t expect to see a naked girl standing on a front porch? Charlie waved Michelle over, and she crossed the front yard.
“Do you know I’ve fantasized about something like this happening to me?” Michelle spoke as she stood on the sidewalk, looking up and down the street. “I mean, where some situation puts me outside naked, and it’s not my fault but there I am, outside, naked.” She peeked down at herself. “I guess I like the idea that it’s not by my choice. Like an accident.”
“Like someone forces you to go outside naked?”
“Well… not really like that.” She glanced at him. “Although, that’s kind of what just happened, right?”
“Yeah…” Charlie shifted uncomfortably. “Sorry.”
Michelle just shrugged. She hooked her arm around Charlie’s and pressed up against his side as they started walking. “You know what this is like? You know how in romantic comedies, the guy and the girl are in bed, and then the girl’s big jealous boyfriend unexpectedly shows up and the guy has to escape without his clothes?”
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