Ask for help

Matthew threw up his hands, not out of anger, but resignation. "Well, looks like we're streaking again."

"Oh, come on!" Mackenzie pleaded. "Didn't you leave a door open or something?"

"No, I left my balcony door closed today," he said. "But, I do have a friend who just moved in who can help us."

Mackenzie felt torn. One the one hand, she was glad that someone who knew Matthew could help. They probably wouldn't be as adverse to his nudism. But then again, they'd have to streak naked to get to them.

"How far are they?" Mackenzie asked, expecting the worst.

"Oh, she's just down the block," Matthew said. "We gave each other a key when she moved in a few days ago. And even better, she has no hang-ups about nudity."

"Oh, that is such a..." Mackenzie's relief was suddenly replaced with anxiety. "Wait, she? And she has a spare key too?"

Matthew was oblivious to her expression. "Oh yeah! We go way back! She's probably one of my best friends! Hell, she's almost family, especially if you ask my relatives! They all love her!"

Mackenzie felt her stomach drop. There was another woman in Matthew's life who had known him for years and was on goods terms with his family? Mackenzie had no doubt that Matthew was her boyfriend and her's alone, but this other woman sounded amazing! Why didn't he date her? And what if they did? Was there something about her Matthew liked? Was she a nudist like him?

Matthew brushing past her snapped her out of her jealousy-tinged thought process. "C'mon! Let's hurry before traffic picks up!"

Mackenzie looked around her porch. "W-Wait!"

Matthew turned back to see his girlfriend carefully picking up a potted plant and hold it in front of her crotch. The plant was tall enough to just block out the top curve of her breasts. Matthew couldn't help but laugh. "What are you doing?"

Mackenzie couldn't believe he had asked that question. "I can't let people see me naked!"

"Technically, they'd still see you naked," Matthew pointed out. "It's just a little ridiculous now since you're holding a piece of shrubbery."

Mackenzie gave him a glare. "So, you're saying I look more ridiculous trying to cover myself than I would if I just marched around with my boobs and ass on display?"

"Kind of, yeah."

Mackenzie's eyes widened. Matthew was known to be bluntly honest, and she didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Look, think of it this way," Matthew offered. "Things are more embarrassing if you let it get to you. You'll feel a lot more confident and less ashamed if you let yourself feel some pride in how you look. You know you look great naked, so why hide it?"

"Uh, didn't you hide behind bushes the first time we got locked out naked?" Mackenzie asked.

"To be honest, that was more for your benefit," he explained. "You seemed really embarrassed, and it was before I officially mistook you for another nudist. I didn't want to embarrass you anymore than you already were."

Matthew was making a lot of sense. She knew she looked pretty damn sexy, and her past experiences were only embarrassing when she let it get to her. Looking back, some of them felt empowering. Plus, it felt like Matthew was calling her out when he said "mistook," as if she wasn't up to it.