Smoothly, if by "smoothly" you mean nakedly

Melissa decided to just brazen it out and run back to the table, hoping that no one would notice her. This seemed to work as she sat down across from Brad without any major incident or attention being drawn towards her.

"So how has your summer been?" Brad asked her casually.

"Oh, you know, just cooling off after my first year of college," replied Melissa cheerfully.

They continued the conversation casually until Brad brought up something.

"I have something you might be looking for," Brad said, pulling a pair of panties out from his pocket.

Melissa was astonished. Those were the pair of panties from the visit with Dr. Jorgensen!

"I noticed these were with your skirt when the dentist gave them to me. I liked you so much I decided to keep them for myself until we got on a date!"

Melissa was furious, but ever the compliant girl she decided to keep her mouth shut and grin and bear it.

"I'll give these back to you when I drop you off," Brad said, putting them back in his pocket. Drats, right when she needed them!

The waiter came back and took their orders. Melissa hadn't really looked all that carefully at the menu, but figured that Chicken Marsala wouldn't be all that bad. Brad for his part ordered a salmon dinner. The two chatted on and on, and Melissa felt more and more comfortable despite her half-dressed condition. It turned out Brad was from a very puritanical household and had never had a girlfriend before tonight.

"Wow, you're very handsome! I don't quite believe that," Melissa responded.

Just then the waiter came back with their food. He was able to put Brad's salmon on the table without incident. However, he stubbed his foot on the table leg when giving Melissa her Chicken Marsala, spilling everything on Melissa's shirt.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" He said, trying to scoop some of Melissa's food off her shirt. "Let me place another order for that, no extra charge!"

He rushed away to the kitchen, while a busboy who had seen the incident walked over and told Melissa that he would be able to clean her shirt.

"Oh, don't worry about it!" she said.

"Ma'am, that shirt's messed up. It's better to wash it here before all the stuff dries up. I think I can do it in the dishwasher."

Melissa brushed the rest of the food off her shirt, pulled it over her head, and gave it to the busboy, who ran off to the kitchen with it.

She spent the rest of the evening in just her bra and the napkin she so religiously clinged to her crotch. She and Brad really had a wonderful conversation (although his eyes did stare rather low), and he told her about his plans to further pursue medicine and be a doctor.

"Wow, that's so wonderful," she said, quite chirpily.

The waiter came with some more Chicken Marsala, and gave it to Melissa without any hassle. He announced that he had told the chef of the ordeal and was comping their whole meal.

A couple of minutes later the busboy came back with some bad news.

"My apologies, but it turns out that I put the dishwasher on too high a power and it disintegrated your shirt. It was just a bunch of soggy fibers when I took it out, so here's $50 for the cost of it," he said, as he discreetly handed Melissa the bill and she put it in her purse.

Rats! Here she was with no bottoms and no ability to conceal it this time. Oh well, she'd cross that bridge when she got to it. The two eventually finished their meals and headed out of the restaurant. Melissa kept her purse over her crotch, but Brad could tell that she might need those panties.

When they got out of the restaurant Brad got an idea.

"Hey Melissa, would you like to go out at Lookout Point and look at the stars?"

"Sure, I'd love that!"

"But do you think you'll really need this?" Brad said mischievously as he unhooked the back of Melissa's bra. She looked back at him with a gaping mouth but said nothing. He pulled the bra off her with ease, and Melissa watched as he put it in the nearby trash bin.

"Come on, let's go," he said as Melissa looked back at the trash bin longingly.

The drive to Lookout Point went without incident, and took only about 5 minutes. When they arrived Brad got out of the car. Melissa was highly suspicious of there being other people in the area.

"Come on, don't you want to see the stars?" He asked her.

"Brad, I'm naked," she responded, the first time in all of the recent instances where that was true when she was able to say it.

"Chicken!" He replied, and so Melissa got out completely nude.

They decided to sit on the hood of Brad's car. Brad sat at the windshield and draped his legs at the length of the hood. Melissa sat at his right, holding her legs to her abdomen and leaning into him. He put his right arm around her, and she placed her cheek on his. They looked out at the ocean and the dark night sky, and looked at all the stars out that night. They were like that for about an hour, quite calmly and peacefully.

"Well, I guess it's time to get you home," Brad said.

"Yeah, I guess so," Melissa replied.

The drive home was uneventful and neither spoke. Melissa looked out the window and, tired from all that had happened, smiled. There was Melissa's car in her driveway, and the lights didn't appear to be on.

"Good night, sweetheart," Brad said as he pecked her on the cheek. Brad didn't make any mention of the panties, nor did Melissa seem to care.

"Good night," Melissa said.

Melissa walked up to her door, let herself into the house, and went to her bedroom. Exhausted, she decided to sleep nude for the night, and slipped off her sandals and slid underneath her covers. She was out within five minutes.