No, she does not

Trying to act like it was no big deal, I turned in my chair and slipped my bare feet into the sneakers. Then I bent forwards and began to tie them. I quickly glanced over at the two girls; Lucy's eyes had widened with shock, while Jess was grinning like the cat who got the cream. I turned my attention back to my laces.

This was just about saving face. It was a game of chicken, and I knew if I was the first to fold that they'd always talk about the morning Ashley spent naked but wussed out. Or, at least, that's what I tried to tell myself. The idea of being outside naked had never really appealed to me - it's something that I just hadn't thought about, to be honest - but for some reason, as I sat there bare naked in the kitchen, the idea sent shivers through me. And not the bad kind of shivers. It felt a little bit like the thrill of excitement you feel just before having sex, you know? But different.

Laces tied, I climbed to my feet and held my hands against my hips, hoping to hide the fact they were shaking.

"Well? You guys ready?" I asked.

"Do I look ready?" Lucy asked, indicating her sleepwear.

"Do I?" I countered.

"Here, put these on." Jess said to Lucy, picking up a pair of jeans from the kitchen clothes hamper.

"They're dirty." Lucy complained.

Jess leaned over and, cupping her hand, whispered something into Lucy's ear. I couldn't hear what they said.

"Fine." Lucy said reluctantly, and began to slip on the jeans. Once they were on, she actually looked fully dressed; her pyjama top was just an old t-shirt, so she looked perfectly normal. Unlike me.

"Let's go." Jess said, throwing me the car keys and leaving with the mystery bag of clothing.

I followed her, with Lucy following behind.

Our house was the last one on the block, and so as you leave the front door the left side of our yard had a head-high wooden fence which blocked out the noise from the adjacent street. Thankfully it also hid me from view from that side. The front of the yard had a proper white picket fence, but only about waist high, so it did nothing to hide me from view. To the right was our driveway, which was now empty (my parents parked there) and another white picket fence which separated our yard from our neighbour's house. My car was parked out on the curb.

I couldn't see anyone out on the street, but I could hear the sounds of suburbia nearby, which meant there were people nearby too.

"Come on, naked Ash!" Jess called from the side of my car, louder than I would have liked. "You can cover up if you want to." As she said it, Jess mimicked covering her breasts and pussy with her hands.

I felt my face burning red. Now that I was actually outside, whatever horniness I'd felt in the kitchen had evaporated and left me wanting nothing more than to curl up in a ball and run back inside. But if I did that now, they'd laugh at me.

With my arms at my side and my face showing a calmness that I didn't feel inside, I strolled over the grass and onto the driveway. Then I stepped out onto my street, wearing nothing but my sneakers.

I suppose I should have just walked over to the car and got inside as quickly as I could. But I couldn't help myself. I stood on the sidewalk and looked around me.

About forty feet up the street a group of kids, maybe about ten years old, were excitedly taking turns with their skateboards on a small wooden ramp with a brick underneath it. If any of them looked up, they would see me in all my glory. Across the street, and maybe two houses down, an elderly man was busy running the lawnmower over his neatly manicured lawn. All he had to do was turn his head and he'd have a sight that might give him a heart attack. A little further up the street from him, one of his neighbours, wearing a suit and tie, was busy talking on his cell phone while he was putting something in the back of his trunk.

I stood there frozen, wondering who would be the first to see me. And how they'd react.

"Come on, sis." I heard Lucy say behind me.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, and trying not to be TOO quick about it moved over to the driver's door and unlocked it. I climbed inside, felt the hot leather seat sticking to my bare behind, my thighs, my back. Jess climbed into the passenger seat, and Lucy got into the back.

I waited for a few seconds, saying nothing. I waited for the words 'Here are your clothes', but nothing came. I looked over at Jess, still clutching the bag with my clothing in it. She raised her eyebrows. There was an unspoken question. 'You want these now'?