Friends reunited

Rosita shivered as she tiptoed down the corridor, flinching whenever she heard something. The corridor was lit by a couple flickering overhead panels, spaced far enough apart that they didn't fully eliminate all the areas of darkness where someone could be lurking. The latina hugged herself tightly, knowing that if someone (or something) did attack her, she would have no way to defend herself.

The corridor was lined with identical doors. Rosita systematically tried them all; surely there had to be clothes hidden behind one of them? But it didn't matter. They were locked.

With her shoulder now smarting, she threw herself against the next door, and almost fell over in surprise when it opened.

"Don't look at me!"

Maggie was curled up in a far corner, totally naked and looking as embarrassed as Rosita felt. She relaxed somewhat when she realised the newcomer wasn't hostile, and awkwardly rose to her bare feet while doing her best to keep her privates covered.

As the two friends embraced, Rosita cringed as Maggie's bare breasts pressed against her own.

"Don't worry, there's nobody around," Rosita reassured Maggie, when she saw that the girl was **** to follow her.

As she continued to test every door they passed, Rosita somehow felt worse, hoping that Maggie was respectfully averting her eyes, and wasn't staring at her bare ass. After a few more failures, Rosita succeeded in opening another door.

But she had only taken a few bare footsteps inside before a fist connected with her stomach. She bent double in pain, but was flipped onto her back. Winded, she felt a heavy weight pinning her to the floor.

Through the curtain of brown hair that had blown across her face, Rosita saw the naked figure of Michonne straddling her, cupping her breasts and looking guilty for attacking her friend. It had taken a few seconds to recognise her; Rosita had never seen her without her dreadlocks! The latina was conscious of how her own boobs were exposed, but discovered that her arms were pinned to her sides underneath Michonne's thighs.

"Err, do you think you could get off now?" Rosita asked, still trying to catch her breath from being winded.

The black girl apologetically clambered off her, but with both hands currently occupied covering her torso, Rosita was left to return to a standing position under her own steam.

"You don't have any clothes, do you?" Michonne asked, hopefully.

"You think we'd be like this if we had clothes?!" Maggie cried.

The trio continued the naked walk down the corridor, trying every door in a **** bid to find some clothes, even though deep down, they knew that they wouldn't find any.

Before long, they reached the end of the corridor, with just a singular door facing them.

Placing her hand on the metal, Rosita pushed it open, and nervously stepped through.

"Woah!"

Whatever the naked girl had expected to find, it wasn't this.