Steve

"Hey, Robin- Whoa!"

Robin shrieked to see Steve Harrington standing in her doorway. Ok, maybe she didn't have the most generous proportions, but being naked in front of her friend wasn't something she'd ever wanted.

She was standing on long, bare legs, a patch of blonde hair strikingly visible between her legs, stark against pale thighs, and above that pert boobs, pale pink nipples in full view for a long, humiliating second before she snatched her arm back across them and pushed her cleavage up.

Steve did a double take. Robin squealed and pulled her other hand closer, hand slapping against her crotch as she tried to hide her pussy.

"Turn around dingus!" Robin yelped.

"I, what, uh..." Steve stammered. It took far too long for him to clear his throat and reluctantly turn around, the image of the nude Robin emblazoned in his mind.

Only when he was looking away did Robin lower her arms. She reached for her top again, brushing her hair off from her sweating forehead. Fuck, why did it have to be so hot?

She stumbled just from the overwhelming heat on her fingers as she tried to hold her top. At the sound, Steve turned around, and Robin screamed as she again tried to cover up with her arms.

"Steve!" Robin squealed.

"Don't act like this is my fault! You're the one that's naked!" Steve said.

Robin blushed furiously. He was right, she'd had every chance to get dressed, but it was just too warm for that, way too hot for clothes. Was that normal? Maybe she should say...

Don't tell him, that voice in the back of her mind again. Robin whimpered, mouth opening and closing uselessly.

It felt like forever before Steve finally turned around again. Robin stared at his back, her cheeks ablaze with humiliation and heat both, not dropping her arms. Oh god, why couldn't she get dressed?

"I was, I, I thought we were going job hunting," Steve said. "Do you not want to? You can stay, or you could get dressed and..."

Robin whimpered. Right, yes, they'd planned that. After everything that happened at the mall they couldn't really keep working there.

And suddenly she was seized by the need to go outside, into the open air, more breeze, less stuffy room, even if the sun was out it couldn't be as hot as a room that kept all the warm air in.

She still swayed at the thought of putting anything on though. Fuck, she really wanted to outside, but if she couldn't get dressed what did that mean?!

"And why are you naked anyway?" Steve said. Robin whimpered.