Chloe keeps her modesty that evening

"You will recall," Will began, as the pair sat down to eat later, "that you are staying the night."

Chloe put down her fork. Yes, she knew that this was to come. They'd slept round each other's houses many times before, and usually even shared the bed. As friends. Of course, neither of them had been naked before during this.

"Since you won't be leaving until tomorrow morning, you will of course have to remain naked tonight," said Will. "At least it's a warm evening."

Chloe didn't rise to the bait. Her skin was already warm - warmer than it had any right to be, although through embarrassment or excitement, she didn't know. Probably both. At least here, at the table, she could eat with one hand, covering her chest with the other, her pussy hidden from view under the table. God, it felt so weird with Will only a metre away and her sitting here with no clothes on and his blue eyes just gazing at her and-

"Daydreaming? Eat quicker, I'm tired and want to hit the hay." Will's voice thankfully cut across her thoughts. As she bent down to eat, Chloe consoled herself with the thought that at least she'd be hidden under a duvet later, in the dark. No risk of exposure.

After they finished, Chloe told will in no uncertain terms to be the first one up the stairs. Will laughed, but agreed - she obviously didn't want Will looking up at her from below, everything on view. He hummed a merry tune as he left the room.

Chloe waited until he heard Will's footsteps recede upstairs. She waited another minute and followed. She let her hands drop to her side as she walked, the thrill of being exposed making her mind race. If someone appeared in the room at that moment, she would be on show, every inch. The thought was equally terrifying and intoxicating and Chloe wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

Will had quickly stripped, changing into his loose fitting sleepwear and bedded down on his side of the double bed as Chloe entered. The room was dark, but Will could see the outline of her body, her arms still locked in place over the best bits. "Move over," she whined.

"This is my side! Go round!"

"Fine," Chloe said. She circled the bed, making sure to always face Will, before ducking down and under the duvet. Only then did her hands come free, propping up her head as she rolled to face him. "No funny business, Will, alright? You behave yourself." In the dark, Will could have sworn he saw a brief smile.

"No promises, naked one. Sleep tight. Dream of clothes."