A miscalculation

The evening went like most evenings did. Me and Dad by the TV, him jokingly telling me to not stay up, us having a back and forth. It was routine.

Routine enough that when he left the room and I heard him heading upstairs I was already out of my pants. I was eager to be naked, eager to be exposed to keep up my new secret hobby.

Now fully nude, I stood and stretched. I'd decided my first goal would be the study, I'd been in there naked once, but not again, not enough to get a feeling of the place.

And so off I went, confident, casual. I was in my element, home nudity was old hat to me now. It wasn't until after I'd slipped into the study was that attitude tested.

"Rachel?" I heard from the other room, my mother's voice. She was speaking in a tired but attention grabbing tone, she was looking for me. "Rachel, are you in- Oh"

Mom audibly tutted, while she was a kind woman, she couldn't stand untidiness or things being left unattended. She must've found my clothes and the TV that was still on. My mind raced, she would certainly be wanting to put them away...or toss them in the laundry, either way, my clothes were firmly out of reach.

Hearing her footsteps pass the door again I knew it had to be the latter...this meant one thing. She'd be heading to my room next, and if she didn't find me in my bed then she'd know those weren't just old clothes, she'd know I was stark naked in the house. Or at least she might know.

Not wanting to take that chance I eased the study door open. I saw her shadow vanish into the laundry room. Biting my lip I scampered across the hall, taking cover in a doorway, before heading upstairs, just as I heard mom's footsteps.

I had to be careful now, too fast and she'd hear me too, but if I went too slowly she'd catch me that way. One step at a time...maybe two. I saw my room.

Confident that the floor upstairs was a lot quieter than downstairs I darted to my bedroom, carefully shut the door behind me, then got under my covers. All I could do was wait and try and slow my breathing until-

*Click*

I heard the door open behind me.

"Mm, fast asleep..." Mom whispered, then closed the door again, much quieter than I had.

I can remember what I was thinking back then, or rather what I wasn't. I remember that I didn't care that I almost got caught, I remember just how exciting it felt.

I remember needing that feeling again.