She stays in the laundry room, despite her nudity

As she realized what had just happened, Mackenzie let out an enormous gasp.

"NononoNO!!" she cried as she frantically tried to pull the door back open. But it didn't budge. She tried pressing the various buttons on the machine next, but with the Start/Stop button missing, none of them were helpful. After a few more hectic seconds of trying to **** the machine open, Mackenzie reluctantly did the only other thing she could. She slid her hands over her chest and crotch as best she could, then turned to face her one man audience.

Peter sat there, mouth utterly agape as he'd undoubtedly just taken in that entire spectacle.

"It... I... The door... My towel..." Mackenzie stammered, trying to find something to say, but coming up empty.

She wanted to flee, to run back up to the safety of her room and get out of sight. But it wasn't like there were any clothes waiting for her up there, unless Willow was feeling uncharacteristically generous. Most likely she'd be equally nude for her return trek at the end of the cycle. And besides, she'd probably increase her chances of being seen by someone if she did that. It was around half an hour after midnight, she estimated, but for a building full of college freshman it was a safe bet that not all were asleep yet.

But on the other hand, she couldn't just stay here naked for the next 45 minutes, sitting beside a boy she'd just met! …Could she? What were her other options? There wasn’t exactly anywhere in the room to hide, unless Mackenzie wanted to spend the next 45 minutes crouching behind a dryer in the corner of the room. That didn’t exactly sound comfortable, and she had a hunch that she’d be returning to the relative comfort of the bench long before her clothes were dry. Her best option, she figured, was just to suck it up and wait it out. At least she hadn’t actually lost any of her clothes so far (or at least, not permanently). Once the dryer was done she’d be leaving with everything she entered with. That was better than her luck usually tended to go.

So, Mackenzie stopped trying to explain her sudden nudity to Peter and instead opted to just return to the bench. She slowly strode back across the room, with all the **** in the world, and sat back down a few feet to the right of the stunned boy. Mackenzie winced as the cold smooth plastic came into contact with her bare ass. She swiftly grabbed her book and placed it in her lap, covering up her bare pussy decently effectively. Her freed left hand joined her right in covering her boobs, making absolutely sure that nothing was showing.

And with that, Mackenzie settled in for the most embarrassing 45 minutes of her life. Well, that wasn’t true. This wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as having to give a naked speech in front of her class. Or being dragged naked around campus while everyone watched. Or winding up naked onstage in front of hundreds of her fellow students. (It was a bit hard for Mackenzie to believe that particular one had happened to her not once but twice!)

Given how many times Mackenzie had (somehow or another) wound up naked in public, it was much more accurate to say that Mackenzie was settling into the most awkward 45 minutes of her life. After all, she was used to running away in situations like this. It wasn’t very often she chose to stick around in the buff.

Oh god, why does this always happen to me?! Mackenzie whined to herself. Mackenzie’s thoughts continued to spiral as she ruminated on all of the embarrassing mishaps that always seemed to center on her losing her clothes. I’ve gotta be the unluckiest person alive...

Peter, meanwhile, had been having a bit of a mental freakout himself. It wasn’t every day a young man found himself running into a pretty girl wearing only a towel. And it was even fewer days that said girl seemingly took off the towel and hung around naked! And so, he just wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to leave so she wouldn’t have anyone staring at her? But then he’d be leaving her alone and defenseless, and who knows who else might come along… Was he supposed to offer her the shirt off his back? Peter wanted to help, but he knew Mackenzie via reputation. If what he’d heard was true, she liked to take her clothes off in public places and go streaking through campus. If whatever she was doing here now was on purpose, then would it be rude to ruin it by offering clothing? Mackenzie seemed genuinely embarrassed by her nudity, as best he could tell. Plus, she wasn’t running around or showing off, so maybe the rumors were wrong? Maybe the safest option was just… asking if she was okay?

“Hey, um,” Peter’s mumbled words snapped Mackenzie out of her embarrassed thoughts, “are you okay?”

Mackenzie whipped her head to the left, finding Peter looking right at her! The redhead’s already humiliated mind raced into overdrive.

“Huh? Oh, yeah! Totally fine!” Mackenzie blurted out on autopilot, following it up with an extremely **** little laugh.

“…Okay then,” he muttered a few moments later before slowly tearing his gaze away from the nude beauty. He guessed that was that then. Maybe she didn’t want him to do anything after all. So, he pulled out his phone and, making it abundantly clear he wasn’t pointing it in Mackenzie’s direction, he began killing some time.

Mackenzie, though, immediately regretted her choice of words. Her first instinct, it seemed, had been to downplay the seriousness of her situation. Admitting she was horribly embarrassed felt like it would only make things more embarrassing. But that was stupid! What if Peter was trying to see if she needed help? Maybe even… offer her something to wear in the meantime? Even if he didn’t want to take off the shirt he was wearing, she would have gladly borrowed a damp shirt from his laundry or something.

Mackenzie glanced back over at him, trying to gather the courage to ask about it, when she noticed he was now facing away from her, scrolling on his phone. Her bravery almost instantly evaporated and she went back to staring into space. She was probably reading way too much into the situation anyway. After all, what college-aged guy would want a naked girl to put clothes on? Mackenzie shook her head slightly and sighed. If she had to stay naked for a bit longer, so be it.