Mackenzie manages to stay strong, but ends up leaving naked once again

"Now don't take this the wrong way, Sam," Mackenzie hesitantly said, "but I kiiinda think I'm ready to start getting my stuff back."

"Oh?" Samantha replied, her tone still playful and inviting. "Is that so?"

"Mhm, so I'm trying my best not to get..." Mackenzie reluctantly pulled her gaze away from her gorgeous girlfriend, "distracted."

"A distraction? Is that all you think of me as?" Samantha teased.

"At the moment? Yes!" Mackenzie giggled back. "Do you have something I could eat for breakfast?"

"I suppose I can live with that," Samantha sighed as she sat up on the couch. "Cereal's in the cupboard next to the fridge. Help yourself!"

Mackenzie sauntered off to do just that, and returned a few minutes later with a bowl. She plopped her bare ass down on the couch next to Samantha, who had since put her shirt back on, and began devouring the crunchy spoonfuls. As the blonde woman sipped her coffee, she took a few moments to enjoy gazing at all of the beautiful curves of her new girlfriend. Her eyes traveled up her pale thighs, her wide hips, her smooth stomach, coming all the way up to her generous chest.

As she was watching, a rouge drop of milk fell on Mackenzie's breast. For a moment, Samantha was tempted to lean in and lick it off. But she quickly thought better of it. She was genuinely trying to help Mackenzie now, after all, and that would only lead to more... distractions.

"Here you go," she said, instead handing the nude woman a napkin.

"Fankf," Mackenzie muttered through a mouthful of colorful cereal bits.

"So..." Samantha said as she watched Mackenzie dab the napkin at her boob. "What's the game plan, Mack?"

"Hm?"

"I mean, I'm game to help however I can, but how exactly do you want to go about this?"

"Well," Mackenzie said, putting the bowl down on the coffee table, "the best thing to get done first would be getting back inside my house. It'll be harder with Marianne out of town, but then I could get dressed and I've got spare keys for my car."

"Okay, makes sense," Samantha said.

She pulled out a nearby pad of paper and began jotting things down.

1.) Get back inside house
2.) Get dressed

"Sam, you don't need to make a list," Mackenzie giggled.

"Hey, this is how my brain works best, alright? Keep going, what's the next step?"

"Well, from there you could drive me to my car. And after that I guess I'd try to buy a replacement phone at least. From there I can start trying to see about replacing the rest of the valuables in my purse..."

3.) Pick up car from spa
4.) Buy a new phone
5.) Start replacing valuables from purse

"Okay, sounds like a good start!" Samantha said. "Although I can already see a few improvements we can make."

"Like what?" Mackenzie said through another mouthful of cereal.

"Well for one, I don't know how you intend on buying a phone with no money or credit cards."

"Oh. Right..."

"And two... you miiight want to get dressed before we get you back home?"

The two women discussed the plans a bit more, and eventually Samantha had fleshed out her list.

1.) Get dressed
2.) Call a locksmith
3.) Head to Mack's place
4.) Get back inside Mack's house
5.) Look into replacing debit/credit cards
6.) Order new phone online
7.) Grab lunch
8.) Swing by the spa
9.) Pick up Mack's car
10.) Go our separate ways... for now c:

"Looks good to me!" Samantha said.

"Me too," Mackenzie said.

Despite her original resistance to it, the redhead felt much better having a plan laid out on paper. Especially with Samantha's idea to call a locksmith. Somehow, the idea had never even occurred to Mackenzie! Once again, the unlucky woman wondered where she'd be without Samantha in her corner.

"Now you go work on task number 1," Samantha said. "And I'll see if I can find us a decent locksmith place nearby and give them a call."

"Thanks, Sam," Mackenzie said, standing up and stretching a bit. "Um... does that mean I could, uh..."

The naked woman's eyes darted over to Samantha's bedroom and all the clothes that she knew lay within it. Samantha couldn't help but smile at her girlfriend's unspoken request for clothing. Even though she'd just told her to go get dressed, Mackenzie seemed hesitant to borrow clothes without explicit permission. Despite everything Mackenzie had been through that weekend, she was apparently still down to play her little game. Why else would she give Samantha such an obvious little opening to play along?

Well, if you're still enjoying this little prolonged naked adventure, I'm game to play along, she thought.

"Oh, this place looks good!" Samantha loudly said, glancing the nearest locksmith location on her phone. "I'll give 'em a call now!"

With that, she dialed the number and stood up, acting like she hadn't noticed Mackenzie's indirect request to borrow some clothes. She turned away from the naked redhead, acting engrossed by the still ringing call.

"Uh, wait, Sam..." Mackenzie said, trying to get her attention before the call truly began.

But she was too slow. The locksmith company picked up on the other end and Sam energetically launched into the call.

"Yes, hello! I was calling to see about getting a locksmith's help," she loudly said. "Yep, locked out, you guessed it!"

As Samantha gave them the address and some of Mackenzie's info, the redhead herself looked nervously back and forth between her girlfriend and the bedroom. Surely it was fine if she borrowed some of Samantha's clothes, right? Surely her girlfriend wouldn't mind. After all, she'd pretty much told her to go start getting dressed!

But Samantha's earlier joke came to Mackenzie's mind.

"I couldn't help but notice that option two didn't include any mention of lending me clothes," Mackenzie recalled herself saying. And I DID pick option two. But Sam treated it like a joke, though. It was just a joke! ...Right?

"That's great!" Samantha said on the phone. "Yeah, we could be there by then if we hurry."

Mackenzie started to panic a bit. Samantha wasn't talking about leaving right away, was she?! The imminent deadline was enough to spur her to action. She turned around, about to head for the bedroom, when Samantha's voiced stopped her.

"Mack! Great news!"

The redhead stopped in her tracks, nervously turning around to face Samantha.

"O-oh yeah?"

"They have someone finishing up in the area and they can meet us at your place in 10 minutes!" Samantha rambled as she rushed past Mackenzie into the bedroom. "We can make it, but we've got to hurry! If we miss them then they won't get around to us until the end of the day."

It was a small lie. In truth, the locksmith company had said that if they missed the nearby locksmith then they could send someone else out in a couple hours. But Samantha was counting on the extra urgency to help make sure Mackenzie got out the door ASAP. The blonde woman began pulling on her nearest pair of jeans as quickly as possible.

"U-uh, that's great!" Mackenzie stammered, following after Samantha toward the bedroom. "Hey, do you mind if-"

"Come on, let's get going!" Samantha interrupted, emerging from the bedroom and rushing right past Mackenzie yet again.

"W-wait, Sam, I'm-" Mackenzie said, finding herself cut off by Samantha grabbing her wrist and dragging her towards the front door.

"It'll be fine, Mack! As long as we leave right now!" Samantha said, dragging Mackenzie out into the apartment building's hallway without giving her a chance to object.

"B-b-but I'm still not wearing anything!" the redhead managed to shout as she was essentially herded down the stairs by Samantha.

"Huh?" Samantha said as she pulled Mackenzie outside and "noticed" her girlfriend's nudity. "Well look at that, you still aren't huh! No time now, though. Sorry!"

"Sammm!" Mackenzie whined as she hurriedly made her way over Samantha's car.

"It'll be fine! It's a short drive to your place, and you can just stay in the car until the locksmith leaves," she said, hopping into and starting up the car. "Then you can go inside and get dressed."

"I guess..." Mackenzie said, finding herself sitting nude in her girlfriend's car yet again. "I still wish I could've gotten dressed first though..."

"Sorry Mack, you snooze you lose!" Samantha giggled as they pulled onto the road. "I told you to get dressed while I was on the phone!"

Mackenzie kicked herself. Why hadn't she just gotten dressed when Samantha told her to? Instead, she'd somehow convinced herself that Samantha wasn't okay with her borrowing any clothes after all. Now she felt stupid. But at least she wouldn't have to stay naked for too much longer. With any luck, within 20 minutes she'd be standing in her own home wearing her own clothes once again!