Laundry Night 3

Special thanks to SpiralFelix for helping me get the idea of this finalized!

Mackenzie glanced at the clock and she voiding help have her heart sink. It was late on a Monday night. A time where she usually did laundry with her friends Peter. And sure, they would be meeting this weekend for the convention, but that was still a few days away.

They hadn't talked since a few night ago, when they had caught up a bit, and then Mackenzie had sent him nude pictures of her (and unknowingly to a decent chunk of the campus). It had also spread a series of rumors that the two were now dating, or atleast seeing each other. While Mackenzie was used to hearing rumors about her during Highschool, she didn't have to deal with the reputation of being known as the girl who often lost her clothes, or worse, spending extended periods of time naked.

And while her face turned red as the memories of the humiliating selfies hit her, a part of her really wanted to see Peter again.

It wasn't that she didnt want to hang out. Heck, every laundry night, she had gotten a text from the man, wondering if she was going to join him. The only problem was much like a huge chunk of this school year, she had no clothing for laundry night. The sole garment to her name was current was a small white towel, and she wasn't even sure if she could even get anymore replacement clothes, let alone make them last. Her heart sank, and her eyes glazed over as she brought her knees up and hugged them. I was hard to process that in less than a year at college, Mackenzie barely had any clothing to call her own. She just wanted to study, to get her education and live her best life.

Mackenzie didn't want these wardrobe malfunctions. She didn't want people to know what she looked like naked, to see herself humiliated. But time and time again her clothes were destroyed, tampered with, flat out stolen. She just wanted friends, those who saw her for more than just being the Shy Streaker. Someone who might see her for just being Mackenzie.

She wasn't sure if Peter was that person...but she prayed with all her heart that he was.

She gave a small sigh, and the naked beauty got up from her chair, walking over to where her towel was and snatched it up, wrapping it around her nubile form.

"I'm going out..." she softly announced, her voice feeling weak as her brain thought out its idea.Of course, no one was here, Willow and Marianne were out at a party. And that pain of being able to socialize only hurt Mackenzie more.

The towel clad redhead made her way to the elevator that lead to the basement, Passing by the Rec room in the process. There were a few people in the req room, but none noticed her, even if they did, Mackenzie was all to used to the cat calls and nicknames that were tossed her way, whether she was clothed or not. But she was happy for the silence in her trip, and so she hit the basement button on the elevator.

Her heart began to flutter a bit, she was only a few days away from her not date with Peter. Yet she was still excited to see the handsome man again, even if it would just be her hanging out with him. Maybe they could do some more catching up? Or they could watch a show on his phone?

Her legs began to move again, and a few moments later, she turned the corner to see Peter. It seemed he had arrived not longer before her, as he set his two laundry bags down and began to prepare the washing machines. After opening up two of them, he turned around to grab a bag.

He had changed a bit. His hair was a bit longer now, and it seemed like he had gained some muscle compared to last year. But his cute face still sported that stuble of a guy who spent his days often studying or playing games, or watching his various shows. If there ever was a hot geek, Peter certainly was one of them. And his tight white, sleeveless shirt and his khaki cargo shorts just helped complement his growing physique.

He began to load half of his bag into one washer, and then the other before he set the lid down To start it. He then turned to the other one, adding the Detergent to it. And after one deep breath and quick reminder that this wasn't her first rodeo, Mackenzie approached her friend.

"Hey there, want some company?" Mackenzie timidly asked, despite this being her idea, she couldn't help but be nervous, she had never hung out with him for Laundry night when she herself didn't have anything to clean.

Mackenzie grinned as she watched Peter jump slightly from the sound of her voice. He then turned around, a bright smile on his face at the idea of being able to hang out with her again. Though his smile quickly morphed into a shocked expression upon realizing that Mackenzie was standing before him, wearing nothing but a little white towel.

"Come on Peter, you've seen me in a towel before." Mackenzie giggled as she looked him over. She playfully punched his arm. "I gotta say, the workouts suit you well."

Peter smiled giving a small, nervous chuckle as he face got a bit red. Especially when Mackenzie began to run her hand up his toned arms and shoulders, and then rest her hand on his pecks. Flirting with him wasn't new for Mackenzie now, especially since they had watched a movie together, and then the selfies she had sent him. Still, the shy side never grew old for her.

"Well, thanks. Though you still kick my ass in terms of looks." He praised in return. He raised this own hand and drifted toward Mackenzie's naked shoulder, though he stopped half way, his eyes going down to her cleavage that peaked put from the top of the little towel, the only garment that kept her from being naked.

Mackenzie stiffened up as he did so, and was grateful when he stopped. She was still rather worried about losing the white "garment", even if it was only temporary.

Another part also wondered, would it even be that big of a deal? Especially with someone like Peter? Out of all the guys she had been interested with, he was the only one who had showed respect to. Hell, the rest had gotten a front row seat of her body, and even gotten their fare share of gropes and then some. So...maybe it would be okay to be naked with him?

Mackenzie blinked when she realized such a ridiculous notion. She shut her eyes tightly and quickly shook her head to clear the lewd thoughts. She opened them back up to see Peter pulling away from his attempt to counter-flirt, and she couldn't help but look slightly disappointed...but none the less she withdrew her hand.

"So, do you umm...wanna watch some anime while you do your laundry?" She asked with a timid smile, watching as he loaded the rest of his clothing into the washing machine. Her expression became much more genuine thougb as she saw his face brighten up.

"Hell yeah! Did you have a show in mind? Or would you like a recommendation?" He asked as he tossed in a few Gain pods before slamming the washer door shut and hit the start button.

"Well, how about-"

Before anything else could leave Mackenzie's lips, the machine began to gently tumble as it filled with water. But what neither of them were aware was the fact when Peter shut the door, Mackenzie's towel had been caught in it. And as the cycle began, it tore the garment off her body and in with the rest of his clothes! Leaving Mackenzie (once again) completely naked in front of him!

The two stood there in shock for a moment, their pupils mutually dilating as they proceeded the situation. Eventually Mackenzie sighed and she looked at the washing machine, knowing that it would be pointless to try and pry the door open.

"Great..." she sighed, finding it rather hard to turn her gaze towards Peter. Her hands staying at her sides. What was even the point at this rate? He had seen her naked atleast half a dozen times now, hell he even had nudes of her on his phone! "Once again my nudity just kills the joy..."

"Hey, come on..." Peter managed to get out, his attempts to soothe her winning Mackenzie's attention.

He the raised his hand and rested it on her upper arm, much like she had done a minute again. It then slowly glided up to her bare shoulder before resting on it. Mackenzie couldn't help but sheepishly smile, his kind words helping her calm down from her latest mishap. She also couldn't help but love how soft his hands were against her exposed skin.

"I've *always* enjoyed hanging out with you. Okay?" He reassured her with a warm smile, his hand gently squeezing her shoulder. His eyes never left her face, which honestly meant the most to her.

Mackenzie's smiled widened, and she reached up to gently play with her hair. Though she would soon sport a shocked visage as his hand drifted down to her breast, giving it a firm squeeze, he soon rolled the soft mount around before he grinned.

"Though I would like answer from you..." he joked, despite that his blush darkened a bit.

"Mmnnn..." Mackenzie hummed, her eyes closing as a few sparks of pleasure went through her. It wasn't the first time she had been groped in college, but in terms of the other guys she had flirted with, his touch was easily the most tender, atleast emotionally speaking.

Eventually she opened them back up after Peter gave her breast a few more curious squeezes, and she smiled. "It seems like *you're* having more fun playing with my boob than any show~"

Peter blinked, and Mackenzie giggled as he quickly withdrew his hand. "Ummm...a-sorry..."

"It's fine...I...actually enjoyed that..." she demurely confessed with a smile. Her hand reaching up to gently feel his chest in turn.

"In that case..."

His hand came up, this time to gently tweak Mackenzie's nipple, a sharp gasp filling the laundry room. Maybe it was a bit too far for her taste, but soon a giggle left her mouth. It seemed like the last hangout sessions had made Peter much more confident and sure of himself in terms of their friendship.

"Okay, fine. How about I take another one of your recommendations?." She shakily requested, noticing that his finger and thumb gently still contained her hard pink nipple in a soft pink. She didn't mind it certainly, but it was slightly odd to keep up the conversation like this while she began to get aroused by Peter's bold touches.

Peter smiled back, and pulled out his phone, setting it on the bench before taking off his white shirt and handing it to Mackenzie. The redhead's eyes widened, Seeing Peter topless certainly was a bonus, taking in just how slender he was, and how his recently gained muscle only complimented his messy hair, tan skin and the stubble along his face.

The naked beauty began to reach for the shirt, but she hesitated. Once again the guilt of having lost Peter's hoodie from February rang in her mind. And she gently shook her head. "I-it's fine...it wouldn't be fair since I lost your jacket from February..."

Peter smiled, but he gave a small nod before sliding his shirt back on. His hands then snaked around Mackenzie's wide hips to give her ass a firm, playful squeeze. The naked beauty squealed before hurriedly sitting next to him on the plastic bench, though she shivered cutely as she felt the cold plastic against her naked cheeks and thighs.

"There, we're even now, so stop worrying about a hoodie." Peter joked, his hand now grabbing her breast again.

Mackenzie giggled, but once again didn't make a move. "Who are you and what have you done with Peter?"

Peter laughed and finally lowered his hand for good. "Maybe those photos you sent me helped my confidence..."

Mackenzie tilted her head, her smile being replaced with a curious expression. "Oh? Why's that?"

Peter rubbed the back of his head, and his face looked towards the washing machine. The then looked back at her.

"I guess...cause you actually show interest in what I like and well...the fact you sent them to me despite your reputation. I guess that shows that you really trust me..."

Mackenzie blinked, he wasn't wrong with what he said. Mackenzie only trusted so few people on this campus, but she hadn't expected a guy she had a crush on to kind of figure it out.

But it certainly wasn't unappreciated...

The Shy Streaker smiled warmly, and she leaned up to give him a gently peck on the cheek. She began to experience the all too familiar feeling of a man's clothes rubbing against her naked body, but much like with her Ex boyfriend from last year, that wasn't anything new for Mackenzie. Her hand raised up, gently stroking Peter's chest before pulling away a few seconds later.

Peter turned to Mackenzie, his eyes wide and his face turning red again. "Umm...what was that for?"

Mackenzie giggled, and eventually pulled away. "As thanks...for being such a good friend."

Mackenzie then scooted over until her side was pressed against Peter's, and she rested her head against Peter's shoulder, loving the warmth that seeped into her chilled body thanks to her nudity. "So, what do you have in mind for us to watch?"

Peter smiled gently and wrapped his arm around her toned waist. "Hmm...how about Full Metal Alchemist: Brotherhood? The story of that is fantastic!"