A local park first

Mackenzie's mind was still fuming about Willow as she made her way down and out of her dorm building. She stepped out into the brisk but not quite cold afternoon air, and almost immediately a silver car pulled up beside her on the sidewalk.

"Aw damn, good looking," Corey said after rolling down the window, "you didn't have to go and wear clothes just for me."

"Hey Corey," Mackenzie said with a giggle, though the comment did cause her to blush a bit. The redhead opened the passenger door and slid into the seat. "And of course I did, you jerk!" she added with a playful punch on the boy's arm.

Only once Mackenzie was fully seated and staring at the pale skin of her legs, did she realize that she'd forgotten to wear her tights. But, before she had even finished fully closing the door, Corey began speeding away from the curb. Any thoughts of asking him to wait or turn around were quickly superseded by Mackenzie getting the door shut and her seatbelt fastened.

The wraparound skirt had been borrowed from Marianne, who was quite a bit shorter than Mackenzie. As a result, the skirt was quite a bit shorter than she would have preferred, barely coming down to mid-thigh. To complicate matters, the skirt also had a slit on the left thigh, where it was held together with two large belt buckles, showing off a tasteful bit of thigh. And in her current seated position, the skirt didn't cover Mackenzie's left thigh nearly at all. Heck, it was barely keeping her underwear out of sight! Mackenzie gulped and tried to covertly tug the skirt a bit lower.

"Well, we'll see if that changes as the night goes on, won't we?" Corey cheekily replied. Mackenzie gave another giggle at the comment, too distracted to notice how much more serious Corey had sounded about it. She also didn't notice his eyes poring over her chest and legs as he said it. Though the tank top helped diminish them, it hadn't fully removed the two noticeable bumps in the chest of Mackenzie's turtleneck...

"So, um, where are we going for dinner?" Mackenzie asked, since Corey had insisted on picking out the restaurant.

"It's a surprise..." Corey said. "But I figured we could walk around Pond Park a bit first."

"Oh..." Mackenzie said. She didn't know he'd been planning on that. There was still at least an hour of daylight left, and the weather hadn't turned truly cold yet, so walking around outside could be doable. But she probably would have chosen a different outfit if she'd known his plan. Not to mention making extra sure to wear her tights! "What if we just went straight to dinner instead? I don't know if I'm really dressed for-"

"It's fine, don't worry about it," Corey interrupted. "Our reservation isn't for another half hour. We'll just do one lap around the pond then head over to the restaurant. It's practically right next door."

"Uh, okay. Sure!" Mackenzie said. She wasn't exactly thrilled to have the plan changed on her like that. But, then again, Corey just seemed like he was trying to surprise her! That was kind of romantic, wasn't it? "Whatever you say!"

A few minutes later, Corey parked his car in the half-empty parking lot looking out over the small pond. Given the time of day, Mackenzie was a little surprised it had even this many people still visiting the park. The two college students emerged from the vehicle, and as soon as Mackenzie had closed the door, a small gust of wind blew across the water. The miniskirt was tight enough not to get drastically blown up, at least. But still, it couldn't help but rise slightly in the wind. The redhead tried her best to make sure it stayed securely in place with her hands.

"Come on, let's go!" Corey said. And just like that, he gently grabbed Mackenzie's hand. Before she even knew it, she was strolling down the park path, holding hands with the handsome young man! She felt her heart beating faster as they walked, and she tried her best not to blush.

"Isn't it beautiful?" he asked, gazing at the water. Once he noticed Mackenzie had followed his gaze, though, he subtly shifted his eyes to stare at the redhead's chest again. The two little bumps poking through seemed a little more pronounced than before.

"Mhm," Mackenzie managed to say. She genuinely agreed, but the gusts of wind were growing stronger. And her skirt was not quite as unmovable as she'd first thought. Rather than flipping up, the whole garment just sort of rose altogether in the bursts of wind. So, Mackenzie was **** to use her free hand to constantly tug the skirt back down, lest she reveal the lacy thong beneath it. It would have been easier with two hands, of course, but she didn't want to pull her hand away from Corey's. Not in the slightest. And there was virtually no one else on the path, giving the two some relative solitude. So, Mackenzie figured, she could make do with constantly fixing her skirt like this.

That was when disaster struck. Mackenzie had apparently tugged the skirt too hard in just the wrong place, as the lower belt buckle had just popped free. She suppressed a small gasp as she felt the skirt pop looser. Luckily the top buckle on her hips had stayed fastened. Unluckily, the small leg slit had just turned into a much larger leg slit. Mackenzie's left thigh was visible all the way up to the waistband.

"Um, do you mind if we sit for a minute?" Mackenzie asked as they passed a nearby bench.

"You want to stop already?" Corey asked, not slowing down.

"No, I just, uh, need a break," Mackenzie said, trying to cover her exposed thigh. But Corey's eyes immediately locked onto the extra exposed skin.

"Ah... I gotcha," he said. He wasn't sure if his date would have been going for it this soon, but Corey had figured sooner or later Mackenzie would try to make her outfit a bit more revealing. That was what she was into, after all. He figured she'd have wanted to wait until they were in a more crowded area, but he wasn't about to say no to whatever his date had in mind.

"Thanks," Mackenzie said, letting her hand slip free from his and quickly making her way over to the bench. She sat down and hastily began trying to rebuckle the skirt. Corey was still standing on her right, so she turned to her left, trying to shield what she was doing from his view.

This, however, had the added effect of drawing the boy's attention to the back of her skirt. It had rotated further into his view as Mackenzie had turned her torso left. And right where the waistband of Mackenzie's skirt was rubbing against the back of the bench, it seemed like a particularly nasty splinter was forcing its way into the fabric. How on earth had she managed that so precisely? Corey supposed she must have been pretty good at staging wardrobe malfunctions, given how much practice she had gotten.

"There!" Mackenzie said softly, mostly to herself. She pivoted back to her right, and Corey watched as the splinter slid free of the skirt. It seemed like a single thread had been pulled free from the plaid garment, and was now affixed to the wood of the bench.

Corey wondered if that was that all Mackenzie had planned. Surely that wasn't enough to actually damage the skirt she was wearing, right? What, did she expect it to perfectly unravel the skirt as they walked back to the park entrance? The thread would probably slip free or simply break the moment Mackenzie stood up. Then again, she was the expert after all...

Mackenzie couldn't help but jump slightly as Corey sat down beside her. He kept his gaze fixed on Mackenzie's as she leaned back against the bench, digging the splinter deeper into her skirt.

"Umm..." was all she could say for a moment. The redhead didn't notice the splinter at all, only that her date had suddenly sat down right next to her. Only that he was staring intently at her. Only that their faces were inches away...

And then, Corey leaned in and kissed her. Any worries vanished from Mackenzie's mind as she kissed him back.