All Quiet

I knock at the door once, then twice, getting no answer. As I look on, I notice a rather lack of light coming from under the door. I pause, pondering what to do. Not only was I still naked, a state I've been suprisingly enjoying for the last day or so, but my phone and keys were also locked behind that same door. Tiffany lets out a sigh, smiling at me, "Well, we can wait over at my place. They should not take long to get here.

Resisting the urge to sigh myself, not to mention make a good-face gesture for the sake of Tasha, "Sure. Hey...doesn't that mean you get to spend some quality time with me? I still remember that little 'welcome' you threw for me. I'm sure oy want to meet Tasha, too." and I laugh as I mention it, to which Tasha have gives both of it a confused look. Tiffany giggles at that, smiling as she enjoys the experience. before leading us over to her place.

Amused, she giggles, "Don't worry, my dear, we'll get you caught up... maybe even get you something else to wear that's less... revealing? If you intend to stay, anyway, of course.". I watch as Tasha shoots me a quizzical look, following close behind, her sheer nightie bouncing merrily along, her shaved mound always seemingly popping out to say 'Hi!' from under its hem.

As we wait, hearing Tiffany unlock her place, I catch sight of several neighbours smiling and staring at my exposed nudity. Tasha wispers, muhc to my surprise, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?", to whihc I blink back, looking her way, and wondering if she's realy forgotten about she left home in a sheer nightie...and not much else, unless her smile counts for covering her nipples and intimate folds.

I just smile back at her way, and Tiffany, calling from within, saves me from reminding her, "Ok, you're in.... now, who's your friend? See seems nice. Love the styling, by the way. Not exactly shy about giving everyone a good look at your full package, either."

I smile back, walk in, with Tasha stepping in right behind. I quietly notice how much bigger her unit is than mine, but I do my best to remain casual. Tasha's eyes grew wide, as if she forgot about still wearing her sheer nightie... which she may well have. I simply shrug back, smiling.

Tasha makes a sudden, 'eep!' sound when she catches sight of Tiffany's two male roommates, Chris (No, not that Chris), and Mike. I see Tasha's eyes go big as she notices them, her mind racing as the pair smiles our way. Tiffany, undeterred by the whole thing, casually sits down next to her boyfriend, Mike.

After a moment of silence, Tiffany speaks up, all smiles as always, "Oh my, wear are my manners... please, sit! Do join us! ket us know if you want anything."

Mike, while wrapping a hand around Tiffany, as Chris pats the pillow next to him, calls over, "Don't worry! We don't bite! Well, unless you ask us rather nicely, anyway."

Tiffany openly laughed at that."You can be such a joker, my dear.", and the pair kiss. Tasha looks over at me, either surprised, or looking for some reassurance.