Your girlfriend’s house

*Inspired by Cyberweasel89’s story*

You’d promised your girlfriend that you would come over and watch some Netlfix the night before. You quickly dressed in sweatpants, and a T-Shirt, and threw on some sneakers. All you grabbed was your phone, wallet, and car keys, before slipping out the front door. Soon enough, you were on the short 15 minute drive to your girlfriend’s apartment.

As you drove, you couldn’t help thinking about Jane. A blonde bombshell with just the right curves in all the right places, and golden hair that looked like it had to have been touched up with some magical software before the rays hit your eyes. She was smart, witty, and fun in more ways than you could count.

You’d not fully become smitten for her until about a month into your relationship. You woke up in her bed after passing out the night before, and had taken a shower in the hall bathroom to freshen up before going downstairs. But when you had finished, you were unable to locate any of your clothes. This left you with a bit of an awkward and embarrassing walk downstairs naked, and you lucked out that none of her roommates were home. You found her in the kitchen making pancakes while wearing the same outfit you’d been wearing the night before, and she almost dropped them at the sight of you.

You’d tried to convince her to give your shorts back at least, but she was insistent that you stay naked. She even made you stay that way up until the very last second when you were running five minutes late for your shift at work, but had only handed the shorts back on the condition that you would strip naked every time you came over from then on.

In the following week since, Jane had been much more persistent on getting you to come over. And each time, without fail, she would make you strip naked before even entering the house, and promptly hide your clothes in some unknown location. You’d almost been seen by her roommates countless times already, but luckily they mostly worked early mornings or late evenings.

And today, as you drove up to the house, you hoped today would be similarly lucky. That when Jane took your clothes, nobody but her would see you. After all, that would be terribly embarrassing, wouldn’t it?