Mackenzie declines, but a misunderstanding soon ensues

"I can't ask you to do that," she quietly said, somehow both relieved and disappointed to hear the words leave her own mouth. "I'll manage on my own."

"If... if you're sure," Alex said. He, too, was feeling a contradictory mix of both disappointment and relief at his crush's words. He wasn't even sure what he'd been thinking when he offered to come over, given that Mackenzie was currently still nude. And she seemed to be having trouble changing that.

"I'll be alright," Mackenzie said, this time putting a significant amount of confidence back into her tone. She didn't consider herself a quitter, after all, even if it did feel like she'd been fighting a useless battle. Choosing to focus on the task at hand, the nude beauty picked up the pink miniskirt and began examining it, determined to at least temporarily repair it. "Just gotta get back to work!"

That sentence alone set Alex much more at ease. Mackenzie seemed to have overcome whatever had been troubling her, if only for the moment. He knew her well enough to know that when she was focusing on her work she didn't let much phase her. Ironically, though, his lack of worry about Mackenzie's mental state allowed his brain to once again fully realize that he was peeping on his neighbor while she sat naked in her living room. His heartbeat raced back to its earlier elevated level as Alex watched his beautiful friend pick up the tiny miniskirt she'd accidentally stripped herself of a few minutes prior.

"That's... good..." he said, enraptured by the alluring redhead.

Mackenzie had been about to change the topic when an ear-shatteringly loud burst of thunder erupted through both their homes. It practically sounded like the lightning had hit their backyard! Both Mackenzie and Alex physically jumped in surprise. The skirt that had been resting in the redhead's grip soared over her head and behind the couch as she yelped at the abrupt startle. Alex, not unsimilarly, dropped the flashlight he'd been holding to the ground beside him. Almost in unison, the two neighbors turned to retrieve their fallen goods.

Mackenzie spun around and leaned over the back of the couch, foot accidentally knocking the beer bottle from the coffee table. It crashed on her floor and smashed to pieces, eliciting a hiss of annoyance from Mackenzie. At least it had been empty. The naked woman instead focused on retrieving her fallen skirt. She leaned far over the back of her couch, keeping her hips on the top of it to ensure she didn't fall over, and reached for the pink fabric just barely discernible in the darkness. Her fingers found the fabric, but when she tried to pull the skirt back up, it felt caught on something.

"Oh come on..." she muttered to herself. Tired, embarrassed, and a little drunk, Mackenzie simply began yanking on the skirt. "Rrrgh, stupid thing..." she growled before intensifying her pulls. "Get! Over! Here!" she loudly complained, punctuating each word with another hearty tug. Finally, the fabric came free under her grip, but only with a loud ripping sound. Even as Mackenzie was falling backwards onto her couch, she knew that she'd fucked up.

After recovering her balance and sitting up in the darkness, Mackenzie held the skirt up into the flashlight's illumination. And, sure enough, it had been ripped completely through. It was now little more than a tiny rectangle of fabric.

"MotherFU-" Mackenzie shouted, interrupted by another powerful blast of thunder.

Alex bent down to grab the flashlight, and heard the sound of breaking glass as his eyes were off the screen. Suddenly worried, he hastily straightened himself to see what had happened to his nude neighbor.

"Mackenzie?" he asked, "Are y-"

But Alex's words instantly caught in his throat. Because there on his phone's screen was Mackenzie. Or, more accurately, her lower half, just as naked as before, and splayed out for him to see, well, everything. Not that he hadn't seen Mackenzie's intimate details earlier that afternoon, but, he hadn't seen everything presented quite like that! The redhead's upper half seemed to be hidden behind the couch. And only then did Alex realize that Mackenzie was... jerking or spasming in some way? Was she hurt? Was she stuck somehow?

Before he could even say another word, Alex heard Mackenzie's muffled shouted pleas: "Get! Over! Here!"

He didn't need to be told twice. Alex immediately swung into action.

"Hang on Mackenzie! I'm coming!" he shouted, before ending the video call and stuffing the phone in his pocket. With just a flashlight in hand, he sprinted downstairs, only stopping to grab Mackenzie's spare key from a nearby drawer. Alex didn't bother to grab a coat, despite the powerful storm. Hell, he didn't even bother to throw on shoes! In the back of his mind, he knew that if Mackenzie was **** enough to beg him to come over while she was still naked, then she must have been in some serious danger!

He threw open his front door, and for a moment he was almost blown back by the burst of wind and rain that was instantly accosting him. Undeterred, Alex sprinted down his porch and across his yard, making a beeline for Mackenzie's place. Before he'd managed to get twenty feet, Alex was already soaked. Halfway there, the sky lit up with brilliant light at the same moment that an temporarily deafening crack of thunder sent Alex literally stumbling to the ground. He collapsed into the muddy, soaked grass for only a moment before he rose again and resumed his sprint.

A few waterlogged moments later, he arrived on Mackenzie's front porch. Over less intense rumbles of thunder, Alex pounded on the front door.

"Mackenzie?!" he called, pounding even harder. "Are you alright?! Mackenzie?!"

He tried the doorknob, but it was locked. Without missing a beat, Alex slid the spare key into the lock and began turning it. It took a few moments, but he managed to unlock it.

"Mackenzie, I'm coming in!" he called, desperately hoping he wasn't too late. As he opened the door, Alex repeated his call.

"Maybe... maybe I can safety pin it back together?" Mackenzie mused to herself, looking at the completely ruined skirt that had gotten caught on the underside of her couch somehow. Suddenly, she remembered that she was still on a phone call with Alex!

"Uh, A-Alex?!" she blushed, nervously, hoping he somehow hadn't heard what she'd just said. But, to her surprise, when she checked her phone, the call had ended. Had he hung up on her? She hoped nothing had happened to him...

Suddenly, Mackenzie thought she heard pounding coming from her door. She glanced over at it, but amidst the intermittent thunder, it was hard to tell if she had imagined it or not. The redhead cautiously stood up and shambled towards her entryway, still holding nothing but the ruined skirt.

The pounding came again, and this time Mackenzie could have sworn she heard someone shouting in the noise of the storm. She took a few steps forward, intending to take a look through the peephole, when a sound caused her to stop in place. The sound of someone sliding a key into the door's lock. There was someone out there. And they had a key!

Mackenzie froze completely. She stood there, dumbfounded, as she saw the doorknob unlock and begin turning. Her overwhelmed and exhausted mind struggled to accept what she was seeing. She was simply in complete and utter disbelief. Someone was coming in! And she was standing right there, completely naked.

That realization, at least, spurned Mackenzie to at least have one coherent thought: COVER!

The redhead quickly glanced to her left and right, but there was absolutely nothing there for her to grab, or even hide behind! With no other options, the nude woman used the only thing available to her: the torn skirt in her hands. She frantically pulled the pink fabric taught, dismayed to find it was barely the size of a hand towel, and clutched it in front of her bare body. If she crouched down slightly, and tugged it perfectly into place, it was just barely large enough to cover both her nipples and her pussy.

And that's exactly how Mackenzie stood there as Alex burst through her front door, shouting, "Mackenzie! I'm coming i-"

He abruptly cut himself off as he swung his flashlight up and was presented with the sight of Mackenzie, standing there, sporting a deep blush, a tiny scrap of fabric covering her intimate bits, and nothing else.

"M-Mackenzie?!" he exclaimed, not expecting to find her waiting for him, let alone in such a state of undress.

"Alex?!" she likewise replied in disbelief, having not been expecting to find him at all!