Yes

I had to be willing to trust people, I guess. Seeing more people wouldn’t be any more pleasant, even if it was inevitable, and this lady seemed nice.

“I’ll take the ride, if you don’t mind, ma’am.”

I approached tentatively before anyone else got close enough to talk to me, I reached for the handle and she nodded.

I opened the door and went to sit down and she looked irked for a moment and I stopped. She looked in her backseat and reached for something, I got nervous, but she just grabbed a plastic bag and put it on the seat.

“Sorry, that’s all I have.”

I realized she didn’t want any of my bare parts on her seat and admitted to myself it was a valid concern. I sat on the bag and due to a light amount of sweat, and perhaps a little extra of another type of fluid, it sort of stuck to me uncomfortably. Still, it’s a huge improvement over walking.

“I want you to promise me you’ll never do something this stupid again.” Said the woman.

“With all due respect, ma’am, I’m staying naked until Lydia’s allowed to dress.”

“No, I mean getting in a car with a stranger, especially while naked. I admire your optimism and confidence, but you gotta be more careful.”

I sighed. In all fairness I probably deserved to be chided, but it’s not like walking down the street naked would be all that better. Plus my feet were sensitive and the carpet felt much nicer on them.

“I promise, though if I know your name then we’re not strangers.”

She gave me that look. It’s a look I get pretty often surrounded by teenagers and even adults filled with angst or anxiety. The ‘how can you be so positive when the world sucks’ look. How else can we make the world less negative other than being more positive ourselves?

“I’m McKayla. Nice to meet you.”

“Jill. It’s nice to meet you too.”

She started driving and turned the car back the way I was walking. Pedestrians and other drivers who had been nearby were intently looking through her window and very blatantly staring at my tits. I’ll try to take it as a compliment though it’s not exactly something I enjoy.

“Where do you live?”

I gave her my address and she typed into her GPS. Only a four minute drive, but it would’ve been a much longer walk.

We sat in silence and more people than I would’ve liked got an eyeful of my chest. Still at least they couldn’t see my lower half even though I had to prepare myself for the fact that many would.

Every so often McKayla did this thing where she looked like she wanted to talk to me and then would turn to do so, then remember I was naked and look away embarrassed. I decided to just say something, in case it might be important.

“Did you have something to say, ma’am?”

She clicked her tongue for a moment, seeming like she was mulling it over and then decided to speak.

“Can I give you a bit of advice?”

While I certainly trust my heart and mind, I don’t mind taking in what others have to say.

“Of course.”

“You know how you told me about Lydia’s mom and how she’s punishing her in this **** way?”

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I hoped I hadn’t made any mistakes.

“Yes, I remember.”

“I know you think you’re looking out for your friend and your present course of action probably is. I imagine if I was **** to be naked and my best friend willingly joined me it would make me feel a lot better. That said, you have to remember that your friend doesn’t really have power in this situation. You do & her mom does. I know you think you were helping by telling me what her mom was doing to her, but what if her mom just doubles down and makes her suffer more?”

Shit, I hadn’t thought of that. If this woman had actually confronted Mrs. Norman like I would’ve liked, she might have taken it out on Lydia to get back at me.

“So what are you saying?”

“Do what you have to do, but don’t do anything that can blow back on your friend. I would certainly try to make peace with Mrs. Norman, even if you don’t actually mean it. It’s going to help you be there for Lydia and help better guarantee her safety and peace of mind.”

I couldn’t imagine making peace, being naked was easier for me than letting an injustice slide.

“But, if I make peace with her she might get the idea I think what she is doing is okay.”

She turned to face me and she actually was looking in my eyes, instead of where everyone else seemed to want to look.

“Would you rather be right or be there for your friend?”

Well there’s the mic drop, I guess. She was absolutely right. Who says getting in a car naked with a stranger doesn’t pay off?

“Thank you, ma’am. That’s certainly something I’ll have to take under advisement.”

We pulled up to my house. She pulled into the driveway, I think to spare me an extra five feet or so of walking outside. My faith in other people seems to have paid off, at least this time.

“It was nice to meet you, McKayla. Thanks for the ride.”

“Have a good one. Please remember what I said.”

“I won’t forget. I really appreciate it.”

I got out and the bag stuck to my butt embarrassingly and I had to pull it off. I was about to throw it back in her car when I realized she probably didn’t want a disposable plastic covered in my sweat and pussy juice.

“Mind if I keep this?”

“I’d prefer you do.” She said with a snicker as I closed the door and she started backing out.

As I got ready to walk inside, I remembered I had told my parents that my plan was tentative and now I would have to explain to them that it was happening. I hoped they would take it as they could, but I can’t imagine they’ll have an overly positive response to their daughter walking into the house butt naked.