Tiffany's Early Release

The first thing Tiffany did, as soon as she got home, was own up to her promise. The pants were off as soon as the door was shut, along with her shoes, and socks. She decided that since she was alone, she could also discard her bra. Undoing the straps from behind, she quickly shrugged the tight garment onto the floor among the rest of her "Professional" Clothes. While far from an exhibitionist herself, Tiffany had a system when it came to time at home alone. "Less is more." She said aloud to herself with a chuckle.

Next, Tiffany began looking for things to do. Her other two roommates wouldn't be home for another hour, so she was free to do as she pleased pants-free until then. She looked towards her room, and shrugged as she moved off to tidy up her room. After an hour of her laboring away at her room, she stood up and admired her work from the doorway. All of her formerly trashed and disorganized room was neatly assembled, as if it was to be presented in a show. The front door suddenly opened, and Tiffany could hear the sounds of her two roommates talking as they moved down the hall. "Well, pants free was fun while it lasted..." She said to herself exhaustively, already reaching for some sweatpants.

Suddenly, her two roommates burst into the room. Gina was looking at her phone, and strolled through the doorway more casually than her counterpart: Angie. The two worked together at a tech firm, so they both carpooled to and from work. "Tiff! You're home before us for once! You've been late for the past 2 weeks!" Angie exclaimed, exasperated. She looked down at her pants-less legs, then her eyes moved up to the necklace around her neck. As if in unison, both Gina and Angie said "Nice necklace" before moving on with conversation. Tiffany shyly placed her sweatpants in front of her legs. Even though the three girls were all roommates, Tiffany mostly stuck to her circle of friends for hang-outs. This led her to hardly having any time to interact with her roommates, so going from barely speaking more than a sentence to the two in a week to casually talking with the duo in just her panties and a fairly thin T-Shirt was a shift she wasn't quite ready for.

"I err... I'll let you know in a minute. Can I get dressed first?" Tiffany politely requested. Her question was almost ignored. Gina was the next to speak up, only looking up from her phone for just a second. She briefly glanced down at Tiffany poorly trying to cover her bare legs with a wad of sweatpants, and smirked. "We have a bet riding on it. She isn't going anywhere until she gets an answer." She answered, before looking back at her phone. "I can see your nipples by the way." She said calmly. Tiffany's face flushed a bright red, before her hands suddenly let go of the sweatpants and moved to cover her nipples.

"Well, what happened? Bad day at work? Or did you catch a break?"

Tiffany shrugged. "A little bit of both. I was struggling to write in reports, so the boss sent me home to unwind for a few days."

Angie cursed under her breath. "Damn, its a tie. Maybe next time." She said defeated, looking back at Gina. She simply shrugged in response, before raising an eyebrow.

"Wait. You got a few days off? We need to work something out and do something this week. Maybe we can work something out and get our friends, and your friends together." Gina thought aloud, scratching at her chin. Tiffany momentarily forgot about her embarrassment at being seen partially dressed, and smiled. "Actually, that's a great idea. I thought I was going to have to bail on my friends tomorrow night since I would have to recover for today, but not having to drive to work should save plenty of time."

Gina quickly began tapping on her phone, sending a message out. "Cool. If it's OK with you, we could have everyone meet here, and do a movie night or something. What do you say?"

Tiffany nodded her head, and grabbed at her sweatpants again. "Sounds like a plan. I can ask them to make sure, but I doubt it affects their plans any."

Suddenly, Angie snatched the sweatpants out of Tiffany's hands, causing her to stare blankly at her empty hands for a moment before turning towards Angie with a confused look.

Angie wagged her finger playfully at Tiffany, "Nope. Not happening. You've spent almost all your time around here stressed and anti-social. The only way we could get you to say more than two words to us was with your pants off. I'll be keeping these for the rest of the night." With that, Angie left the room confidently, shaking the sweatpants as if she were holding a prize.

Tiffany stared aghast for a moment, and looked to Gina for help. The blonde shrugged indifferently, as she turned to leave. "Trust me. Better not to fight her here. If you put on some more pants, don't hold it past her to try and take them off herself. Besides, she's probably just as likely to come out of her room dressed the same way in an hour if she gets uncomfortable." Gina explained, as she trailed off down the hallway.

"Well, I guess I have to go pants-less now." Tiffany thought to herself, with a shrug. "Whatever. It's more comfortable anyway."