Home Theater

The next room Matt took Mackenzie to was quite the surprise. It was a room with nearly nothing in it except for a three seated couch and a small fridge. The walls were painted brown and had nothing on them except a few speakers and a massive tv the size of the back wall.

"Oh my god," Mackenzie said, slapjawed. "A home theater. That's it. I hope I never make it back into my house!"

Matt laughed and kissed Mackenzie on the cheek. "Shall we."

After an enthusiastic nod from the redhead bombshell, the pair walked over to the couch, which Mackenzie now realized were three movie theater chairs pressed together. Mackenzie debated in her head which one to sit it but Matt soon made the decision for her, siting in the center seat and pulling the naked Mackenzie down to sit in his lap.

"Ohh," Mackenzie gasped

"Problem?" Matthew asked.

After getting her barrings Mackenzie smiled. "None. I've got the best seat in the house."

The couple giggled then starred to makeout passionately. Matt placed a hand onto Mackenzie's thigh and held on tight.

"So, what do you wanna watch?" Matt asked.

"What do you have?"

"Everything," Matt said excitedly. "Every streaming site and the internet are all accessible from this remote."

Matthew reached onto the side of his chair and pulled out a smart remote. "Its even voice activated."

"Amazing," Mackenzie said as she leaned in on Matt. "Your home is just so amazing."

"Thank you very much I worked hard to make this place the optimal local for my nudist lifestyle."

"Ha well as an amateur, I must admit this place definitely makes me want to stay naked."

"Coming from Mackenzie Fairbairn, the Shy Streaker, that means a lot."

"Hmm maybe I should have left that part a secret."

"Too late," Matthew sang before the two started making out again. However, the moment was interrupted then an artificial voice suddenly called out.

"Searching," it said as the movie screen suddenly came to life and a loading circle staeted spinning.

"What the heck?" Mackenzie asked looking to Matt. Her lover reached into the space between their two stomachs and pulled out the remote control.

"Looks like we accidentally pressed the voice search button."

"Well, what did we search?"

"Search complete," the screen said getting both the naked couples attention. Atop the screen appeared the initial search. MACKENZIE FAIRBAIRN THE SHY STREAKER.

"No," Mackenzie whispered as her eyes grew wide. But before she could protest the search results came in. One website came back which the screen automatically opened. It was the homepage of a group called the Student Society for Fostering Connections; Mackenzie had never heard of them but apparently, they had heard of her as the website was actually dedicated to her! With the name Shy Streaker Fan Club listed as the official title of the website. Mackenzie was horrified to see the website was choked with information about her embarrassing college years. It offered photos, videos, and first-hand accounts of her many many involuntary streaks as well of pages dedicated to theories of her intent, discussing her body, even interviews with witnesses

"Noooo!" Mackenzie screamed standing up. "Who did this? How long has this been up? I-I'll sue I swear I will."

"Mackenzie calm down," Matt said grabbing her hand.

"You calm down!" Mackenzie yelled on the verge of tears. "There's a website dedicated to my naked body! With pictures and videos and and they aren't even censored."

As Mackenzie's eyes began to water. Matt stood up and hugged her. Not a romantic hug or anything, one of genuine comfort.

As Matt held Mackenzie in a comforting hug, she began to feel a sense of calm wash over her. Her body shakong with angry became still. Her initial shock and horror at the discovery of the website started to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of determination. She took a deep breath, feeling Matt's warm chest against her back, and slowly exhaled. The tension in her body began to ease, and she felt her muscles relax.

Matt, sensing the change in her, gently stroked her hair, his fingers tracing the curves of her scalp. "It's okay, Mackenzie," he whispered softly. "We'll figure out who did this and make them take it down. You're not alone."

Mackenzie felt her heart stop for a moment. She repeated those last three words in her head. 'You're not alone.' She had also been alone. Alone to break into her own house naked. Alone to beg for clothes. Even when someone helped her it was always conditional or only went so far. Matthew, however. He was right here ready to give everything to help here. Mackenzie's heart felt all aflutter.

"Matt," Mackenzie said turning towards her boyfriend.

"Yes Mackenzie." Matt smiled.

"I love you," she said before smooching him in the lips. After a minor surprise Matt started kissing her back while tightening his embrace, feeling their naked bodies squeeze together.