Mackenzie is mostly unseen...

Mackenzie's eyes shut tightly in humiliation, half expecting someone to be on the other side of those doors. They would probably call her by her nickname, or maybe just remark about her nudity. It was common enough for Mackenzie by this point, and her hands quickly went to their usual positions to shield her breasts and pussy.

Oh my god...I...I almost came on Peter! The wet spot was so big too...he...he probably think I'm a whore! That I really do get off on this!

Her mind and body's betrayed her, and her hand gave her breast a tender squeeze, while her other hand resisted the urge to slide its fingers into her aching pussy. And as Mackenzie tried to fight off the sexual haze, her mind drifted back to her date with Corey last November.

She had hated it, how Corey pretty much took every stitch away from her. How he caressed her enticing curves to the point that she spent most of the night sexually frustrated, much like she was now. But worst of all, a part of her almost wanted that again, but with a man more caring and protective.

A man like Peter.

The elavator gave a small _Ding , _and Mackenzie could hear the doors opening. Her heart sank in fear again, and after a few seconds one eye despondently opened up to see if someone was on the other side.

Luckily for her, no one was there. Much like the countless other laundry nights, the dorm was all but abandoned by now.

Knowing she was in the home stretch, Mackenzie bounded down the hallway and to her room, hoping she could make it there just in time.

Peter blinked as finally stood, his mind still trying to gather all the events that had happened. Mackenzie had once again decided to hang out with him completely naked, despite losing her towel earlier. She had refused his shirt too...

He gave a sight, thinking about why she even came like that. As well as their last hangout, and how her bed and closet were empty.

Does Mackenzie not....

Peter shook his head, forcing the intrusive, lecherous ideas out of his mind. He then began to smooth out his slightly wrinkled shirt and short, only for his mind to return to the naked redhead once he looked at the large wet patch his bottom clothing.

Many people would've claimed this moment as their confirmation that Mackenzie enjoyed her humiliations, similarly to when she gave her Midterm Speech, or when she streaked the Homecoming game. But he knew his phone was the culprit for her sexual stimulus. Still, they were only in there a few minutes, he was kind of surprised by how quickly she got aroused. Though he figured his earlier groping sessions didn't help matter either.

Well...out of the few times I've made it to second base...that was easily my most pleasant one...

He then made his way to the soda machine and purchased a drink. He still had sometime left until his clothes were dry, and he certainly needed to try and cover his tracks before those girls returned.

_I hope Mackenzie is okay... _He thought to himself as he opened a can of Cherry Coke. Despite his efforts to rid his mind of its multiple thoughts, he clusknt help but think of Mackenzie in her bedroom, and the possibility that she was stuck naked.

Fortune was on Mackenzie's side once again. All the hallway doors were empty, and no one was returning from their late night parties. So it wasn't long until she got her bedroom door open, once again sighting with relief to not see Willow at her desk.

The naked redhead all but collapsed onto her bed, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving, and her legs shaking from both her lust and the short sprint back. Mackenzie closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind while one of her hands tightly scrunched her light blanket in her hand. The only semblance of cloth that she now owned in this bedroom.

Her eyes shut in shame, and her other hand went up to her breast, giving the large mound a squeeze, attempting her best to make an approximation of when Peter was groping her chest tonight. Those kind, soft hands of a boy she had come to like...

While it wasn't quite there, it was more than enough for Mackenzie in her current state. And she gave a gentle moan as her hand let go of her blanket, allowing it to drop to the floor in an abandoned state.

Her other hand went to her other breast, her fingers brushing over her hard, pink nipple as it trailed down to her wet, shaved pussy. The one area of her curvaceous body Peter hadn't touched yet, but it certainly was on the beauty's list of desires. And as her finger brushed over her sensitive clit, her hips thrust her pelvis into the air for half a second before she collapsed back down.

"Mnn...P-Peter..." Mackenzie mewled drunkenly, her attempts at modesty now as empty as her wardrobe. Her hand squeezed her breast more roughly, before her fingers roughly tweaked her nipple.

How would he play with her body? Would he be kind and ask to slowly remove each peace of clothing off her nubile curves? Or would he bold like tonight, and grope her with confidence before ridding her body of its pesky clothes?

Or would she be naked? She certainly didn't have anymore articles to wear, and he now had her towel. Would he claim her blanket? Stating that it would now be his, and leave Mackenzie with truly nothing?

In her sexual haze, Mackenzie briefly found that maybe...she wouldn't mind that. A nudist lifestyle with a fully clothed Peter...

Two fingers slid into her eager womanhood with no resistance, and a soft moan filled the room. Her other hand tweaked her nipple again before Mackenzie rolled onto her stomach, her curvaceous as being raised in the air.

"Peter...y-you can't..." she pleaded to the various fantasies in her mind. Her fingers pumping in and out of her pussy as head and body squirmed around, knocking her caseless pillow off the bare mattress, and leaving her redhead hair splade about.

"W-Willow will return soon...just...just give me my towel..." she continued, giving her nipple tweak before resuming her gentle rolling of her breast.

Mackenzie was already on a short leash, and her closed eyes only shut more tightly as her orgasm was approaching fast. Her mind thinking of Peter as he finished her off before scooping up her blanket and pillow and departing.

"P-PETE---Peter!!!" She cried out, her thumb pressing on her clitoris, and her fingers curling up into her g-spot before her body exploded into a large wave of pleasure. Her ass raised even higher, and her body went stiff as it began to shake from the waves of her much deserved orgasm.

She had almost gotten too loud for a moment there, and she was glad she barely caught herself. She certainly didn't want any additional rumors about her, unlike the time she had returned from her date with Corey.

Forty seconds later, Mackenzie felt her orgasm fade away, and the redhead panted as her hands fell down. Though her ass was still very much raised in the air of her empty, silent dorm room. Though that was soon changed by a small vibrating noise next to her.

Mackenzie blindly groped around until she pulled her phone off its wireless pad, now that she had finally came, the exhaustion of her exposure and her lust was starting to overtake her. And so she unlocked her phone to check her message on Dissent.

Hey, it was nice seeing you tonight. Can't wait for our Not Date....crap that rhymed...

Mackenzie weakly giggled, and with the last of her energy, she replied back.

Same...goodnight...

As soon as she hit send, she dropped her phone and her eyes fluttered shut. Yet another humiliating laundry night was completed...

Mackenzie had thought her dorm room was silent when she had returned. And if it were any other time, she would've been correct. Her roommate had a habit of always commenting on her nudity, or even just general gossip.

But tonight, Mackenzie was very much wrong.

Willow blinked as she zoomed the camera in on Mackenzie's raised ass, holding there for a good 5-8 seconds before moving it towards her disheveled but content face. She then held it there for another 5 seconds before shutting off the video she had been recording ever since Mackenzie had returned to the dorm room.

"Damn girl...you really are one of a kind..." she mused a few minutes later, feeling a bit turned on herself from witnessing such a sight. Usually Mackenzie was so diffident when returning naked. But this had only been the second time the redhead had been aroused when finishing her naked treks back.

Willow got out of her bed and made her way to the now passed out Mackenzie, taking her phone and returning it to wireless charger. She then set her focus on expanse of naked skin before her, her pillow and blanket confined to the floor.

"Whoever winds up with you is in for a wild ride." Willow softly praised, her fingers stroking down Mackenzie bare back until her hand rested on Mackenzie's ass. Her smile widened before she gave the soft flesh a tender squeeze, causing Mackenzie to moan in her sleep.

"Sensitive as always." Willow giggled before a gentle knock followed the room.

Raising an eyebrow about who it could be this late at night, Willow closed the distance between herself and the entrance door, opening it up to see who it was.

"Yes?" She asked, seeing Peter on the other side. Though he seemed rather flustered, and on the lower half of his shirt and the left side of his shorts, spotted a large red stain.

"Hey Willow, I was just wondering if Mackenzie was okay..." he asked sheepishly, in one hand was two laundry bags, and in the other, a single white towel.

"Mack, she's doing okay. She passed out just a few minutes ago." She smiled, stepping aside to let Peter get a look a a sleeping Mackenzie, her ass still raised in the air.

Peter turned even more red, and he looked at Willow. "Does she...always sleep like that?"

"Nah, but it's a good view." She giggled. "Anyways, is that all? If not you need to go, I'm about to crash myself."

"Oh, right. sorry about that, I was also here to return this. Have a good night!" He hesitantly said before thrusting the towel into Willows hands and made his way to the stairs.

Willow looked at the towel and grinned as she closed the door, walking over to Mackenzie's closet to hang it up. She then turned her attention back to the naked beauty.

"You certainly had an interesting night. You should get your towel washed more often girl~" Willow smirked as she took out her phone again to take a few commemorative photos of the sleeping Mackenzie. After which, she turned out the lights and went to bed herself.

Only two days until the Anime Convention began....