Nothing, but she has some excitement on her trip back

The next 40 minutes took years to pass for Mackenzie, but pass they eventually did. The naked freshman hadn't been brave enough to try reading her book, though she had considered trying to set it in her lap in a way that would have allowed it. In the end, she simply waited, mind focused on nothing but her complete and utter lack of clothing. Peter, at least, had obviously been avoiding looking at her. It was clear to her by now that, even if he wasn't intent on lending her clothing, he at least didn't want to make her situation any worse. And that was, sadly, a bit of a win in Mackenzie's book. It would be just her typical luck to be stuck naked with a boy intent on staring at her, or even worse, taking pictures of her! She'd take an awkward silence over that scenario any day.

When Peter's buzzer went off, Mackenzie practically fell of the bench in surprise. She was beyond frazzled, having been a literal bundle of nerves for the past two hours (and the past 45 minutes especially). As Peter got up to retrieve his laundry, Mackenzie took a moment to make sure her book and hands were still adequately covering her pussy and breasts, respectively. She knew she was almost done. In just another minute or so, her laundry would also finish. Then she'd finally be able to retrieve her clothes and get dressed again. It felt like it had been a lifetime ago that she'd initially disrobed in her dorm room.

Sure enough, a second buzzer came from the adjacent machine. Mackenzie, having mentally rehearsed exactly what she'd do, set the book aside and rose to her feet. With an arm over her chest and a hand over her crotch, she sidled by Peter, making sure he didn't get a glimpse of her ass. She crouched down in front of the machine and, reluctantly, pulled the hand away from her loins. With Peter similarly crouching directly to her left, he shouldn't have been able to see anything but her profile from the side. But knowing that still made baring her pussy to the room mortifying.

As fast as she could, Mackenzie opened the dryer. The door mercifully clicked open with no further issues, and she immediately saw her towel resting on top of the rest of her clothes. Opting for speed, Mackenzie simply yanked it free and wrapped it around her body. The warm fabric felt rather nice as she swaddled it around her smooth skin, and Mackenzie let out a soft mumble of appreciation. She hadn't realized how chilly she'd been until that moment! Once the towel was fully secured, Mackenzie let out a sigh of relief.

Then, she went to work with lightning fast speed. In under a minute, the redhead had successfully pulled all of her clothes from the dryer and stuffed them back into the now clean laundry bag. She cinched it shut and saw that Peter was still moving his own clothes. Understandable, given he likely had four or five times more things in his laundry load.

"W-well, it was nice meeting you!" Mackenzie nervously said as she beelined for the bench. She picked up her book and keys and headed straight for the door. "See ya! Bye!"

She thought she heard him start to say something in response, but she was out the door before he could finish it. Mackenzie didn't care, though. After enduring yet another embarrassing naked scenario, all she wanted was to get back to the safety of her room.

The whole trip back upstairs, Mackenzie mentally regretted her decision to redon the towel. After all, she could've easily pulled on some actual clothes. But, rather than change in the middle of a hallway and risk being discovered, the redhead simply doubled down on her decision. She just had to keep the towel on for another minute or two.

The rest of the building was, mercifully, deserted. It was well after 1 AM on a Monday (well, Tuesday now, technically) and even college students had limits. But still, Mackenzie hurried her pace. A few times, she almost felt like she could hear footsteps following her. But every time she turned her head, the hallway was empty. The common room was likewise deserted when Mackenzie arrived at her door, having successfully not encountered another soul on her return. She opened the door, ducked inside, closed it behind her, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Oh, you're back," Willow said, slightly groggily, from her bed above her desk. She yawned and continued, "So, did you wash the towel today?"

"N-no," Mackenzie said, not technically lying as it hadn't gone through a wash cycle. But still, no need to let Willow know she'd ended up naked anyway.

Before either girl could say anything further, there was a knock on the door. Mackenzie froze for a moment, before a male voice came through it.

"Mackenzie? It's, uh, Peter."

A bit perplexed, Mackenzie moved to open it. Sure enough, there stood her new acquaintance, holding his own stuffed laundry bag.

"Uh, hi," he shyly said.

"Hi..." Mackenzie returned, unsure what he wanted. She wasn't too surprised that he'd known where she lived in the building. All the freshmen rooms had their first names on the doors, after all. Plus, it was her understanding that the hallway between her room and the bathrooms was something of a... well, attraction was probably too strong of a word. But there were some people who spent their free time in the area in the hopes of catching a streaking Mackenzie. She wished she hadn't grown to recognize some of their faces...

"You, uh, dropped these, I think," he said, holding something out to her.

Mackenzie glanced down at his hand. Sure enough, he was holding a pair of her panties. For the second time that day.

"Ah!" Mackenzie gasped in embarrassment. She hastily reached out to grab them from him, stammering, "UH! Th-thanks for-"

But as she grabbed the underwear, Mackenzie's towel finally came loose enough to slip free and fall away from her body. As her fingers enclosed the clutched panties, Mackenzie found herself standing in front of Peter stark naked. And this time there was no way the shy boy could avoid staring at the beautiful redhead's bare body.

"AHH!" Mackenzie loudly gasped as she crouched in place, cupping her hands to her boobs and trying to cover up.

"Uh, sorry!" Peter exclaimed, unsure what else to say. He began hastily retreating down the hallway, thoughts consumed by the mental image of Mackenzie's nude form. "Sorry! S-see you later!"

Mackenzie reclaimed enough wits to nab her towel and shut the door, at least. She closed her eyes and kicked herself for not getting dressed the second she entered her room.

"What was all that about?" Willow asked from her bed, sounding more awake now. "Did you make a new laundry friend?" she asked, making the innocent words sound anything but.

"...Something like that," Mackenzie eventually muttered as she pulled the towel back into place around her body. Couldn't she make one new friend without winding up naked for it? Slightly dejected, she began folding and putting away her meager amount of clothes.

"He seemed nice at least," Willow yawned again. "Could've kept the underwear. Hell, it would've been much easier to."

Mackenzie considered that for a moment. Putting herself in Peter's shoes, how much easier would it have been to say nothing about Mackenzie's dropped panties? Instead, he'd followed her all the way back to her room to return them. And unlike most people, Mackenzie only had a few pairs of underwear these days, so his actions helped far more than he new.

"I guess you're right about that," she muttered. Knowing he was trying to help her didn't make the embarrassment about being seen naked by him go away. But it... helped? A little, maybe.

"Turn out the lights when you're done?" Willow sleepily said, rolling onto her side.

Mackenzie agreed and was done putting her clothes away only a minute later. She flipped the light switch, plunging the room into darkness, and hung her towel up. The nude redhead then made her way into bed, settling into her soft, comfy sheets.

"Hmm, you should introduce me to your friend next week," Willow said, already sounding half-asleep.

"Next week?" Mackenzie chuckled, "Willow, I doubt he'll show up for laundry again next Monday."

"Are you serious? Mack, that boy just stumbled onto the holy grail. The time and place that a busty redhead sits around the laundry room in just a towel for a few hours. Do you seriously think he's not going to show up next week?"

As her roommate's words sunk in, Mackenzie couldn't help but feel nervous. Surely Peter wouldn't be there again next week! ...Right?