Get Naked! (Again)

Rose sighed, and began to lift her shirt over her head. “Best to just get it over with...” She told herself, as her cheeks reddened. With her shirt fully removed, she hooked her thumbs in the waist and of her sweatpants, and pushed them down unceremoniously. The feel of the cool air upon her re-bared skin caused her to shiver in embarrassment.

With her only two articles of clothing balled in her fist, Rose couldn’t help noticing the irony. “Two perfectly good pieces of clothing, but here I am with my ass bare to the wind...” She thought, a chuckle almost escaping her lips.

Rose knew that the temptation to get dressed was overwhelming, and threw the clothes balled in her fists across the living room floor, sealing her nude, embarrassing fate. She gulped and crossed an arm over her breasts, and used her other hand to shield her womanhood in order to feign some sense of modesty. With a knot in her stomach, Rose pushed forward into the living room.

Michelle noticed Rose’s nude form enter her peripheral vision, and didn’t bother shifting her gaze away. Her daughter’s naked body had become less of a shock with each passing glance, and more so as common a fact as the wooden floor being brown, or the walls being yellow. It had placed itself in her brain as an accepted norm, something Michelle was thankful for.

Rose’s father however, politely averted his gaze and rose his left hand to shield his eyes from catching a further glimpse. Michelle scoffed at her husband’s seemingly well-intentioned gesture, before reaching over and forcing his hand down.

“Be nice. You get used to it eventually, I promise.” She soothed. Rose’s dad rolled his eyes, and tried his best to act as if everything was like before. But the constant sight of his daughter’s nude form in his peripheral view was making him both anxious and embarrassed at second-hand.

Rose had retaken her seat, and brought her legs up to her chest, and crossed them in front of her. She realized that this position would leave a hand free, while covering up her bare breasts and sex. It did little to ease the tomato red blush she had begun to sport, but Rose found at least some solace.

It was Rose who first broke the brief silence. “Can you start the movie?” Rose asked, looking shyly to the floor. Her father blinked a few times, after staring into space. He quickly pressed a button on the remote, and the movie resumed.

It took a few minutes for everyone’s nerves to calm, but eventually their attention was collectively turned towards the movie. Even Rose herself forgot her state of dress, and assumed a much more relaxed position on the couch.

As soon as the movie had finished, Rose quickly sprung herself up from the couch. She let out a hasty “Good night!” Before quickly darting upstairs.