Firmly in the Negative

Finally, he spoke, “No, honey. My position hasn’t changed. Look, I respect your virtue – I really do – but I won’t have myself participating in this when I don’t think it’s right for you. Plus, your mother would really have my ass then.”

I sighed. Admittedly, that made sense. But I still wasn’t backing down.

“How about you just put on some clothes and have this dinner and you can think about it some more?” he pleaded.

“There’s literally no clothing in here, dad. I’m serious about this one,” I said.

“Not even underwear?” he asked, clearly flustered.

“Nothing.” I answered flatly.

“…Alright, well I’m just going to leave your dinner here and you can come get it.” he said, sounding like he no longer wanted to be anywhere near the situation I had made.

“Fine.”

Once he left, I picked up the food, taking one longing look at all my clothing, bagged up in the hall. Being nude made me cold, and that made me ravenous. I finished the entire plate and thought about going down for seconds, but quickly struck that thought out of my mind. I didn’t know when I was going to be able to reintegrate myself into my family, but I knew from how my mother reacted that it wouldn’t be soon. I looked around my room for anything to occupy my time but settled for just sitting on my bed and thinking about my situation.

All the sudden I heard the doorbell ring. It startled me even though nowhere near the front door. I only had a few seconds to question who it would be before I heard my mother coming up the stairs quickly, grumbling under her breath the whole time. And then she knocked on my door.

“Jill, someone’s here to see you,” she said in that voice that mothers only use when you’ve done something wrong.

“Who—”

“It’s Lydia, let her in the damn door,” she answered.

I opened the door in shock and, just as described, there was one nude Lydia, holding a plastic bag of clothing over her pussy and an arm over her breasts. My mother practically pushed Lydia in my room and immediately shut the door.

“I don’t want to see either of you two’s asses outside this room until I decide what to do with you!” she yelled, and then went back downstairs, still muttering.

Lydia still looked like she was just on the verge of tears, but at least she wasn’t actively crying. She was still covering up, which made me realize my own lack of modesty, but I decided that she (and *plenty* of other people) were going to get plenty of good looks anyway, so I didn’t bother.

“Lydia! What happened?”

“Apparently my mom expected you to come back to the door begging, but when you didn’t do that she only got angrier and then she **** me to come over here!”

I gasped. “Did you have to walk?”

“No, she drove me. I still think your neighbor saw me though.”

I shuddered. She was almost certainly talking about Mr. Bickle, and when I realized that he might have also seen me on my way in I shuddered again.

“Here are your clothes by the way,” she said, handing me the plastic bag.

Her mother must have been flustered because they weren’t even dry. I put them outside with the rest of my clothing, definitely not breaking after this new development.

“Jill, what are we going to do!? I can’t go to school like this,” she asked, and that was the thought that pushed her over the edge. She started crying, and I knew she wasn’t going to stop for a while.

“I know it’s going to be tough, but we’ve got each other. You are not alone and I will do this alongside you. You’re my best friend and I love you.”

I gave her a big hug. I could feel her breasts pushing against my chest just below my own, and somewhere down there our legs touched, but I tried to focus on holding her and consoling her until she came back to reality.

It took her a while, but she eventually stopped crying and relaxed. We were both sitting on my bed when I heard her stomach grumble.

“Damn, sure is loud without any cloth muffling it,” I joked. Joking was my way of coping with situations like this one.

She let out something between a sob and a giggle in response.

“I know my mother told us not to leave, but we have to go down sometime. We had lasagna for dinner if you want some.”