How else? Mackenzie soon winds up naked on the video call

As Mackenzie returned her attention to the clothes on her coffee table, Alex tried to regain his senses a bit. She'd been the one to initiate the video call with him, but she somehow seemed like she didn't know her camera was on! If Alex let her know that he could see her in such a... revealing outfit, well she'd surely feel embarrassed. And he didn't want to make her feel bad. She already sounded like she'd had a pretty bad day. So, instead, Alex simply watched his crush for a few more seconds.

Even as he did, Mackenzie picked up a ball of string and a pair of scissors. She held them before her in the light and snipped a piece free, paying absolutely no attention to how the flashlight was illuminating so much of her bared pale skin. No, Alex figured his best course of action was to keep the conversation going as normally as possible. If he didn't outright mention anything he saw in the video, then he wasn't actually lying, right? And if he just so happened to get a decent view of Mackenzie's spectacular body while they talked a bit, well, he certainly didn't mind that.

"What d-" Alex began before quickly clearing his dry throat and trying again. "What do you need your hands free for?"

"Oh, um," Mackenzie said, caught slightly off guard by the question, but she supposed it was an innocuous enough one. "I'm just... trying to fix a few things."

Mackenzie began running the piece of string around her waist, seeming to try to line it up just right. She wanted to fashion a new drawstring for her shorts, so the length was critical. Alex couldn't help but gaze at his neighbor's shapely hips as she laid the string on them, just a fraction of an inch above the top of the miniskirt.

"Oh yeah? Whatcha working on?" he asked.

"Um..." Mackenzie hesitated. She kicked herself for mentioning that she was actively working on fixing anything. Alex was pretty similar to her, in that he also loved to tinker and repair old and broken things. Usually that meant they had an easy topic to bond over and share with each other. But the redhead had NO intention of telling him that she was currently working on repairing the scant few clothes she had left. She hastily grabbed the scissors again while holding the string in place with one hand. "Just a little of this and that. Oh, but I do have to get my basement door unstuck later. That shouldn't be too hard, though."

"I see," Alex said. At his question, Mackenzie's posture had immediately changed. He could tell she'd immediately gotten more anxious, even though it had been a simple question and Mackenzie's answer had been fairly vague at first. She seemed to be carefully lining the scissors up with the string, presumably to cut it at just the right length. Alex figured he should probably just say what he would've said even if he couldn't see her. "Anything you... need a hand with?"

"No!" Mackenzie immediately responded, more than a little too forcefully. Just the thought of Alex seeing her like this made her heart start racing. Of him seeing her so... exposed... "N-no I've got it!" she nearly shouted as she slid the scissors into place. Losing her composure a bit more by the second, Mackenzie's trembling hand squeezed the scissors shut, cutting the string. ...And the top of her skirt along with it.

Mackenzie paused as she realized her mistake. She'd just cut through the waistband of her only intact bottoms! She was frozen in utter disbelief as one of her very last pieces of clothing began slipping from her body.

"Well sure," Alex replied, not even yet noticing the skirt beginning its slide. "If you think you've got it, um... covered..."

His last word came just as he saw the skirt make enough downward progress to completely bare Mackenzie's pussy to the camera. It took an actual physical effort for the young man not to sputter in utter disbelief of his own. Not only was today the first day he'd ever been lucky enough to see the redheaded beauty's pretty pink womanhood, but now he was getting a close up (if still digital) view!

Mackenzie couldn't help but let out an embarrassed whine as she crouched down to grab the sliced skirt. She clutched it in front of her bottomless body, blushing anew. Alex, for his part, was able to regain his composure quickly enough to continue speaking as if he hadn't seen anything.

"Everything alright?" he asked, sounding fairly casual, despite the glorious sight he'd just seen.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mackenzie said, not wanting to make her friend think anything was hurt but her pride. She gave an extremely frustrated sigh before tossing the damaged skirt onto the couch. With a very defeated tone, Mackenzie said, "I just can't seem to do anything right today."

"I-I see..." was all Alex managed to say as he was once again treated to the view of Mackenzie's womanhood. But unlike his previous glimpses, this one wasn't interrupted. Instead, Mackenzie simply grabbed her nearby beer and took a few more gulps, doing nothing to cover her lower half. Alex gulped. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing Mackenzie was under the impression that he couldn't see her. But the guilt wasn't quite strong enough to make him look away either...

Alex tried to think of something to say, but his thoughts were all immediately derailed by what came next. Mackenzie turned around, changing the camera's view to one of her round ass instead, and grabbed a pair of shorts off the table. He gulped yet again, practically feeling his eyes bulge out of his head. And that certainly wasn't the only bulge he was feeling.

"Wha... What are you drinking?" Alex said. It was the only thing that came to his mind. He quickly added, "Maybe I'll, uh, grab a beer myself!"

"Oh!" Mackenzie said, a bit surprised. For just a brief moment, Mackenzie wondered how Alex had known that she'd just been drinking a beer. Then she remembered that she'd mentioned just a few minutes ago! She shook her head at her own anxiety. Alex had probably heard her taking those sips and was just trying to make conversation. Craft beer was another topic they were both passionate about and could talk at length about their own tastes and preferences.

Mackenzie placed the shorts back down and excitedly picked up her half-empty bottle instead. She was more than happy to think about her new favorite brewery than about her continued wardrobe difficulties.

"Some ENF!" she chirped, using the acronym by which most local people knew Extra Notch Fermentary. She followed it up with another hearty sip, savoring the taste. She was beginning to feel the **** a bit by that point.

"Again with the ENF?" Alex chuckled. Last time they'd talked about it, he'd gotten the sense that Mackenzie was going on a real kick with their beers. "Man, you really can't get enough of them, huh?"

"It's true, I love their stuff!" Mackenzie couldn't help but giggle. "This one's, uh..." She couldn't quite make out the print in the dim light of the living room, so Mackenzie stepped closer to the light of the flashlight. And to the phone beside it.

Alex's already pounding heart found a way to speed up even more as he got another close up view of Mackenzie's beautiful boobs, contained in just the tiny bikini and front and center in the camera.

"It's..." Mackenzie began, squinting at the label and oblivious to the video camera barely a foot in front of her chest, "War Probe Malt Fun-"

As she spoke, the bikini top came untied again. Not only did the hastily tied knot at her neck come undone, but even the knot on the redhead's back slipped loose too, almost simultaneously. The effect was that Mackenzie's bikini top suddenly fell completely away from her body, softly plopping onto the carpet below. Leaving the gorgeous mechanic standing there naked, her tits practically shoved into the camera for Alex to see.

"OHSHIT!" she cried in complete alarm. Blushing furiously for what felt like the hundredth time that day, Mackenzie crouched down and scooped up the fallen swimsuit, ducking out of frame.

Meanwhile, Alex could barely believe his eyes. He'd been lucky enough to see Mackenzie's boobs just a few minutes ago, sure. But that view he'd just gotten topped both of the others. He'd been able to actually make out the details of her pink little nipples and fully appreciate just how big they'd look if she was... standing in front of him. The thought alone sent his erection straining even tighter against his jeans.

As Mackenzie stood back up and quickly turned around, Alex tried to say something.

"Uh, wh-what's wrong?!" he asked, worriedly. Mackenzie had just shouted in alarm, after all.

"Nothing!" Mackenzie blurted out, once again standing in front of the coffee table with her bare backside on full display. She was frantically fiddling with the bikini top, trying to get it ready to put on again, but it was tricky with the beer bottle still in her hand. "Nothing, it's just my bi-"

Mackenzie abruptly cut herself off before she could finish the thought. She hadn't really been about to tell Alex, her literal boy next door, that her bikini top had fallen off while they were talking, had she? Mackenzie shook her head, figuring the **** must have been loosening her lips a bit. She took a moment to let herself calm down and take a deep breath.

"Nothing, it's fine," she said. With another aggrieved sigh, Mackenzie tossed the bikini top onto the couch with the sliced skirt, as if silently admitting defeat. She turned back around to the camera and took a few more long sips from her beer, draining her second bottle. "Just one more wonderful moment in my absolutely superb day," she said, a bit bitterly. Then, Mackenzie circled her table and sat down on her couch as well, plopping down with a weary sigh.

Alex wasn't sure what to say then. He disliked seeing her like this. Well, he didn't dislike seeing her like this, per se. With her beautiful breasts resting on her torso, stiff nipples prominently protruding out into the presumably cool room, legs ever so slightly spread, giving a tantalizing glimpse of the womanhood just beneath the neat red landing strip. No, Alex just hated seeing Mackenzie get so frustrated. She did say she'd had an awful day, probably a few repairs going wrong at the shop, most likely. And now she seemed to be having some sort of wardrobe issues on top of it all.

The young man decided to get just a little bit bolder. Knowing Mackenzie was sitting in her living room naked, he never would have said this. But he didn't "know" Mackenzie was naked, after all. Alex, on the other end of a non-video call, only "knew" that Mackenzie was trying to fix something and getting frustrated with it. And so, under that guise...

"You know," he said, blushing a bit as he did, "I can come over to help if you'd like..."

Mackenzie took a moment to let the embarrassment wash over her. She couldn't even imagine Alex showing up while she was... well, while she was barely succeeding at keeping her clothes on! She took an extra second to breathe, not wanting to sound like her heart was racing as fast as it was.

"No, no," she said. "I'll manage. Besides, the weather's insane right now."

She did have to admit, though, that a part of her was touched by Alex's offer.

"I could brave it," he said in a soft yet determined voice. Both Alex and Mackenzie's minds filled in his two unsaid words: 'For You.'

"I..." Mackenzie began before trailing off. Despite everything she'd been through that day, every embarrassing display and humiliating exposure, that was the moment she blushed the hardest. Alex had never said anything quite like that to her before!

Mackenzie knew that the logical answer was undoubtedly to decline her crush's valiant offer. With nearly her entire wardrobe effectively locked in the basement, she had virtually nothing to wear. A blue bikini top that seemed extremely opposed to staying tied for more than a few minutes, a pink miniskirt that had just had its waistband destroyed, a loose white tank top that had had both of its shoulder straps torn apart, some loose black basketball shorts that were missing their drawstring, and a little red thong that was practically split in two were the only pieces of clothing she had available. She did have some string and safety pins if she wanted to try some haphazard repairs. But, given the day she'd been having, Mackenzie wasn't sure how well those would hold up. Truth be told, Mackenzie doubted she'd have felt comfortable that her outfit would hold up if she was wearing three whole layers of her sturdiest clothes! She wasn't sure what crime against the universe she'd committed, but it seemed that, when it came to her clothes that day, they simply kept failing her.

In spite of it all, though, Mackenzie felt a little tempted to say yes to Alex. Maybe... it wouldn't have even been the worst thing in the world if he was here to help. Talking to him had helped her relax, at least a bit. And having an extra hand to dislodge the basement door certainly couldn't hurt. Even if he did wind up... seeing some of her body, maybe that would be... okay? It was certainly much different than being exposed in front of Brandon like before.

Mackenzie imagined herself having a wardrobe malfunction in front of Alex, maybe her shorts dropping to the ground as she struggled with the basement door, revealing her pussy. She could picture him hastily looking away and covering his eyes, quickly growing even redder in the face than she was. And she couldn't help but giggle a little. She could see herself bending over and grabbing the shorts, maybe opting to bend at the waist rather than crouching down. And she imagined Alex maybe peeking ever so slightly through his fingers as she pulled the shorts back up her legs, unable to resist staring at her ass as she (not slowly, but perhaps not quickly either) slid the fabric up her legs and apologized to him for the display.

"Mackenzie?" Alex asked again, snapping her out of her thoughts. It took her slightly buzzed mind a few moments to remember that she was supposed to be answering him. Did she want him to come over or not?

"I..." she stammered. Embarrassment, nervousness, and perhaps just a hint of desire were all racing through her mind simultaneously. "I..." she tried again...