Threadbare Thanksgiving (And Beyond!) For Sierra!

Sierra bounced around the kitchen, a cute twenty-something wearing comfy sweatpants, a navy blue blouse, a plaid shirt, and ankle socks. She had shoulder-length luscious jet black hair with bangs, a caramel complexion, and a slender build. She radiated a fun, giggly, energetic way about her- she had always been easily excited and just as easily flustered. But she loved days like today.

An early Thanksgiving (or Friendsgiving, if you will) with all of her friends, invited over by her amazing boyfriend who had decided on a whim to cook all day for everyone. She had helped out, of course! She'd only hit him with a wooden spoon when she felt like he could take the teasing- and she only went home once or twice, and once she had really needed to take a shower!

Everyone had arrived, and the feast was nearly complete. There was one group of men playing Uno at a plastic table, two other girls chatting on the couch. A few of her boyfriend's friends were chatting with her in the kitchen, and she tried to keep up even while putting together a last-minute apple pie.

Finally, it was time for dinner to be served. Their friends didn't hesitate, they dug right in! There wasn't an empty stomach left as friends gathered in the kitchen and living room, and eventually wound up on the rug in a circle, each with a preferred drink in hand for a hopefully hilarious game of "Cards Against Humanity".

And hilarious it was! Her boyfriend was irking her friends (in a fun and lighthearted way) by winning almost every round, which wasn't surprising- they had come to his Friendsgiving event after all, and he knew how to play to a crowd. She had been dividing duties between playing and being a fun hostess, as well as checking on that ever-important apple pie in the oven.

Certain male (and possibly female) friends had become more and more **** (as had she!) and all were giggling and and occasionally teasing each other due to the raunchy and weird nature of the game.

When another card prompt was placed, Sierra looked at her own cards and was immediately amused (as all college-age or similar young women seem to be for some reason) with the "Full frontal nudity!" card. She poked a nearby friend or two (one very male and very much smitten) and showed them the card, covering her mouth and giggling maniacally. She had only half an idea that it very much meant that friends were now thinking about her naked, but she wasn't dumb. She knew that when she showed it. Nakedness (in the context of a card game) was....um, funny! Right? Her friends were smiling!

And then the oven went off. She got up, and halfway to the oven had to fend off a tickle in her sinuses, being unable to mask a cute, high pitched sneeze.

She swore she felt something different momentarily about herself, but then the beeping and the smell of slight burning moved her to the kitchen before she could take stock of herself.

Her friends had all eyes on her- it was certainly because they were still hungry!

The heat from the oven felt-....intense! It raked over her body and buffeted against her skin, so she donned oven mitts and quickly removed the pie from the oven. She turned around proudly showing her work.

"It's pie time, everybody! Hehe!"

And found every eye on her- but not too many were concentrated on the pie alone.

And then, as she absently padded toward the rug, she felt the difference of hardwood flooring under bare soles- and the bounce of her B-cup chest- and the SHAKE of her thighs and buttocks- and the AIR ON HER BARE STOMACH- and between her- between her?! Her.....her legs?! On....that....spot-

Sierra looked down, and saw a fantastic looking apple pie in a clear dish- and her own buck naked body! Her friends followed her eyes as well, taking adorable Sierra in as she stood in the buff! She broke out in giggles, looking around, eyes beginning to dart nervously, chest heaving.

"HAHA! Um....hehee....what?! Oh god I'm.....naaaaked?!!!!"

Bare shoulders tickled by jet black hair- check. High, perky mid sized breasts on a slender chest- check! Smooth, supple tummy and cute belly button- check! An actual honest-to-goodness naked and well maintained bare pussy- CHECK!? Tan thighs and long slender legs- check! And on the floor, betraying her feelings if her tomato-red face and crazy eyed giggling wasn't enough- were two twisting petite bare feet and flexing toes capped by equally jet-black polish on the toenails.

"Wh-naked....-what?! Look away!!!!!! Hehe.....oh my god this is so embarrassing!"

Her boyfriend was immediately up and throwing his own shirt over her shoulders......which promptly settled over them, not covering much at all. She turned around to put down the dish, remembering her boobs and pink nipples were also on absolute display. Squealing as she bent over, showing everyone her equally adorable and perky tan buttocks, she swung back as soon as the pie was secure, slapping one arm over her breasts and one hand down below to hide her genitals.

She was still resplendently nude and birthday suited, covering couldn't change that fact.

And then she felt another tickle....and....."ACHOO!". Another cute sneeze, and

Well, all of the eyes in the room grew a little bit wider. Her boyfriend's shirt was nowhere to be seen. And while he was frustratingly shirtless-

Sierra was totally nude, and seemed to be staying that way. She dug her cute bare toes into the carpet, kept her arms clamped over her delicate parts, and fell down onto her knees, a breast popping free momentarily before she muttered an apology and wrangled it back. "Wh---what?! Oh god, stop staring! This is.....why?! Why am I....n-naked!?"