A normal night leads to an embarrassing morning

Mackenzie woke to her friend's arms wrapped around her once again. She silently wished Willow wouldn't get so handsy at night, but she knew it wasn't her fault. It wasn't like she was doing it on purpose! And besides, it wasn't the most uncomfortable feeling in the world. Mackenzie let herself lay there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of Willow's arms wrapped around her body, skin brushing against bare skin. At that thought, Mackenzie's eyes shot wide open. Bare skin?! She yanked the blanket up, only to find she was naked! Or, almost naked at least. Her panties, which were down around her thighs, were still on her body technically, although they were doing nothing to cover her pussy. But her shirt was nowhere in sight.

Mackenzie slid out of bed, pulling her underwear back up to her hips again. She was relieved to see the t-shirt she'd fallen asleep in was on the floor beside the nightstand. The redhead hastily pulled it back on, figuring she must have simply removed it at some point while half-asleep. It had been a rather warm night, after all.

Mackenzie glanced back at her friend, still sleeping in bed. Although the blanket was covering most of Willow's body, it was still apparent that she was sleeping topless as well. Mackenzie couldn't help but let her gaze travel from the dirty-blonde's sleeping face down towards her chest. She hadn't seen Willow's boobs since they were in college all those years ago, and she suddenly found herself with the urge to take a peek under the covers. But Mackenzie shook her head and **** herself to look away from her dozing friend.

What am I even thinking? she chastised herself. I need to clear my head.

Mackenzie silently made her way over to her bags and began pulling out a few things. Trying not to wake Willow, she quietly pulled out a pair of pink running shorts, a gray sports bra, socks, and running shoes. Mackenzie shucked off her pajamas and began pulling her workout gear on. After zipping up the bra, she tied her hair into a quick ponytail and laced up her shoes. Being the middle of summer, it was already fairly warm out, despite the early hour. So, Mackenzie decided not to throw a shirt on over the bra like she typically would.

Her run got off to a smooth enough start, but as she approached busier streets, Mackenzie found the sidewalk getting more and more crowded with people. Between her semi-distracted mind and her need to keep maneuvering around slower pedestrians, it wasn't long before Mackenzie found herself bumping into someone. As she rounded a corner, she looked up just in time to yelp in surprise as a male jogger collided right with her, sending Mackenzie crashing to the ground.

"Oh god are you okay?!" the man cried, also regaining his own balance. "I'm so sor-"

"Ow... I think I'm alright..." Mackenzie grumbled as she began to sit up. And that was when she realized why the man had stopped mid-sentence. Her running shorts were down around her knees, exposing Mackenzie's pussy to the small crowd of people. When she had fallen backwards, the waistband of Mackenzie's shorts had landed almost directly onto a gnarled root which was snaking its way between two sidewalk stones from an old nearby tree. The shorts had been hooked and remained in place as Mackenzie's momentum slid her right out of them!

Mackenzie gasped and clamped her hands over her crotch, covering herself as best she could. To make matters worse, everyone nearby had stopped when they saw her take the fall. So now over a dozen people were staring right at Mackenzie and her bottomless predicament. She freed one hand and began frantically trying to yank her shorts back up.

"Here, let me help!" the man said, moving closer to Mackenzie.

"NO! No I've got it!" Mackenzie blurted out, not wanting the man to get an even closer look. She could feel the eyes of all those people on her. With one hand covering her womanhood, the other continued yanking the shorts as hard as she could. And after a few more excruciatingly embarrassing moments, they came free, though not without a small tearing sound. Mackenzie awkwardly pulled them back up to cover herself and shakily got to her feet.

"Are you alright?" the man asked. "I'm so sorry!"

"Yeah I, uh, I think the only injury is to my pride," Mackenzie managed to say.

"Please, is there any way I can help make it up to you? I feel terrible."

"Well," Mackenzie chuckled, face still deeply red, "you could buy me breakfast."

Mackenzie entered the hotel, holding a paper bag in one hand and a drink carrier with two cups in the other. She once again pulled the waistband of her shorts up a couple inches with her bag-carrying hand, just like she'd been doing the entire walk back to the hotel. Mackenzie had to admit, as embarrassing as her morning run had been, at least she had scored some free food out of her exposure. Again.

The man who had bumped into and accidentally pantsed her, had been nice enough. He had sprung for some food and drinks at a nearby cafe, which Mackenzie had happily accepted. Not so happily accepted was the act of her shorts falling to her ankles when she had reached to pick up the coffees. Apparently the waistband of her favorite pair of running shorts had suffered some damage in the incident, and another thirtyish cafe-goers had gotten a glimpse of a bottomless Mackenzie. Yet another item of Mackenzie's wardrobe had gone from the First Choice to Wear category to the Damaged Beyond Dependability and Probably Should Just be Thrown Out category. It seemed a depressingly high number of her clothes made that transition.

"Wakey wakey!" Mackenzie said as she opened the door to their room. "I got us muffins and coffee!"

Willow, who had been sleeping soundly, suddenly woke to Mackenzie's voice. She'd been getting carried away, already staying up too late too often to take advantage of cuddling with the deep-sleeping beauty beside her.

"Mmm wha?" Willow groggily mumbled as she sat up in bed. The blanket tumbled away, revealing her bare torso.

"Um, Will!" Mackenzie said with a blush as she hurriedly glanced away. "You might want to, uh, cover up."

Willow glanced down at her own perky breasts and couldn't help but smirk at her friend's secondhand embarrassment.

"Oh please, Mack. Who cares? It's just the two of us here, for crying out loud! We've both seen each other in the buff how many times now?" Willow got out of bed and strolled toward Mackenzie, who was more than a little relieved to see Willow at least had some panties on.

"I mean, quite a few," Mackenzie relented, setting her spoils down on the table. "But that's not the point-"

"Then what is the point?" Willow scoffed. She stood right in front of the blushing redhead and made no attempt to cover her chest. "Bottom line is, I feel completely comfortable around you. ...And I hoped that you'd feel comfortable around me too."

"I-I do!" Mackenzie said, glancing down at Willow's lovely breasts. She could feel her face reddening even further. Mackenzie self consciously grabbed at the waistband of her shorts, making sure they wouldn't fall. "Of course I feel comfortable around you, Will."

"Do you?" Willow asked softly. She slowly reached up and gently grabbed the zipper of Mackenzie's sports bra. Then, very very slowly, Willow began unzipping it. "Do you really?"

"I-I..." Mackenzie sputtered, hardly believing that her friend was actually doing this. Mackenzie's first reaction was to pull away or resist. But that would have just proven Willow's point, wouldn't it? Why was Mackenzie so apprehensive about being undressed around Willow? She couldn't seem to think of a good reason. And so, Mackenzie let her friend finish the deed.

Willow tugged the zipper lower, seemingly inviting an attempt from Mackenzie to stop her. But, when none came, the zipper reached the bottom and the two sides of the bra released from each other. Willow gently brushed them to the sides, revealing Mackenzie's impressive breasts in all their beautiful glory.

"There. That's not so bad, right?" Willow said. "Just two gals with their tits out together."

"I guess, yeah!" Mackenzie chuckled nervously. But she found some truth to her friend's statement. It really wasn't that bad at all. Maybe a little embarrassing, but nothing compared to what Mackenzie had been through on their trip already. Hell not even as embarrassing as her morning run had been! Why was she so concerned about Willow seeing her undressed in the first place?

"Good!" Willow said, genuinely happy that her friend was starting to loosen up. "Now, what kind of muffins did you get?"

"Uh, blueberry for you and chocolate chip for me," Mackenzie said, having remembered Willow's favorite. She wanted to stay and eat breakfast with her friend, but absolutely didn't want to let Willow know that her shorts had been damaged in her short time away from the hotel. She'd no doubt pry for details and Mackenzie would inevitably end up having to describe her embarrassing ordeal all over again. "You dig in, I'm gonna go shower first."

"Oh... sure!" Willow said, grabbing her muffin and watching Mackenzie head for the bathroom. She'd been hoping to eat their breakfast together like that, to get Mackenzie a bit more comfortable with the idea that they wouldn't need to necessarily wear clothes when they were alone together. But, Willow had to admit, even letting herself be seen topless like that was progress for Mackenzie. And they still had so much time ahead of them.

After hearing the shower turn on, Willow opened Mackenzie's travel bags for a few more... wardrobe adjustments. She'd get Mackenzie to loosen up on this trip, yet (even if it took a few public exposures to help get the job done)! First, she managed to find where Mackenzie had packed her two swimsuits. The girls would be coming up on the coast soon and the next few days and it would be a prime chance to hit the beach for a bit of fun! One was a regular looking yellow bikini with a clasp in the middle of the top, and modest bottoms. The other was a red string-tie bikini and would likely show a bit more skin, and certainly be easier to remove. Willow smiled and tossed the first bikini out the window, happy to make decision for her friend. Then, Willow selected another of Mackenzie's bras and tossed that too. There were quite a few hot summer days ahead of them, and Mackenzie certainly didn't need to be wearing a bra for every one of them! Finally, Willow picked out Mackenzie's favorite pair of jean shorts. Pulling out her trusty switchblade, she began cutting through the threads that anchored the button of the shorts. Willow left exactly one thread remaining, ensuring that the button wouldn't stay on the tight shorts for very long once Mackenzie donned them. Her work done, Willow got dressed and resumed eating her muffin.

A few minutes later, Mackenzie exited the bathroom, clad in just a towel. She picked a few things to wear out of her bags and seemed to consider what to do next for a moment. To her credit, and Willow's enjoyment, Mackenzie simply dropped the towel and pulled her underwear on in the middle of the room, in full view of her friend (although it was obvious she was rushing a bit while doing it). After that, Mackenzie slowed down, seemingly more comfortable having something on at least. Then, to Willow's further enjoyment, Mackenzie held up a yellow sundress and began pulling it on. The very same yellow sundress Willow had altered the day before. The two shoulder straps were likely to snap apart at any given moment. Willow couldn't help but smile, wondering at what point in their upcoming day the dress would inevitably break.

"So Will," Mackenzie said, chowing down on her own muffin. "Excited for our first official stop of the road trip today?"