You manage to wake up on time

Despite not getting as much sleep as you'd have liked, you're able to throw off your covers, stumble out of bed, and make it to school on time in the morning. You were in such a rush not to be late that you never even got the chance to think about what happened last night until your first class of the day was underway. It's still surreal to think about—you standing at your balcony door in your underwear, giving the world a chance to see more of you than they ever have. It almost seems as if it were a dream, only you're fairly certain it really happened.

The school day proceeds normally with lecture after lecture, lunch with your friends at midday, and then more lectures. While you're doing your best to focus, you wonder in the back of your mind if one of the other girls here might have seen you last night. You have no idea if anyone else at your school lives near you. Even if they did, what were the chances they would be up in the middle of the night, staring outside in the direction of your room at the exact time you opened those curtains? Practically zero, you imagine. Still, you wonder...what if someone did see, and they're just waiting until school is over to confront you about it? What would they think about you? How would you explain yourself?

The school bell rings, signaling the end of the day. You gather up what you need from your locker, walk to your car, and drive off. No one said anything about last night. Well, obviously. Practically zero is a pretty small chance.

As you make it home and pull into your family's driveway, a thought occurs to you: what if one of the neighbors saw you last night and told your parents about it after you left for school? The possibility makes you nervous as you step inside. Neither of your parents are home, though. You have a short shift at the restaurant tonight. Best to get ready for work so you're not late.

Work goes smoothly, though you're still uneasy the entire time wondering whether or not your parents knew about last night. When your shift ends and you head home, your mother and father greet you like always from the sofa where they're watching television together. They ask you how your day went and all the other usual pleasantries...and that's it. Not a word about last night, nor any indication that something was amiss.

You head upstairs to your room and close the door behind you. Well, that's that. No one saw you last night. You got away with it. What a relief. Though, in a way it's sort of...disappointing, you suppose. Something abnormal happened, and now it's ended. Life returns to the status quo.

You gather a fresh set of clothes as you prepare to take your nightly shower—you could really use one to get that stench of food from the restaurant off of you. Taking a pair of panties from your drawer, you place them atop a folded-up t-shirt. You pause, taking a long moment to stare at the clothes.

Why does it have to be done, you wonder? You got away with what you did last night. Why can't it keep going?

Brushing your tongue along the underside of your front teeth, you scurry over to your door and creak it open. The bathroom is about 10 feet away, if even that. There's already a towel in there for your shower. The door to your parents' room is open, but you know they're downstairs watching their show. Down the hall from you, the door to your younger brother's room is closed, as it usually is. He's your only sibling, and he spends most of his free time gaming and not wanting to be bothered. You quietly close your door again.

The coast should be clear. You're going to take a shower anyway. Maybe you could...get a head start on removing those clothes of yours.

Feeling that strange excitement building up once again, you peel off your work uniform and socks, stripping down to your underwear. But...it feels like it's not enough. You just gave everyone the chance to see you like this last night. If only your three family members had the same chance tonight, wouldn't that be a step down? If you're going to do it, you want to push the envelope further.

You look down at your undergarments. Why do these have to stay on? Why not go all the way?

Your throat feeling dry, you reach behind your back and unhook your bra, tossing it in a pile with the rest of your old clothes on the floor. Only one thing left to go. You grab your panties and slide them off, flinging them onto the pile with a little kick.

You're standing in your room completely naked. You look down at your bare breasts, then at your shaved pussy. Even without a sexual partner, you've always kept your private parts hairless, not for the sake of anyone else, but simply because you liked how it looked and felt.

You listen for any activity out in the hallway. It sounds like it's still empty. You grab the stack of fresh clothes and stand at the door, placing your hand on the knob.

This is so dangerous. What if one of your parents caught you wandering the hallway in the nude? Or, even worse, your brother? What would they say? What kind of excuse could you possibly give?

It's not too late to turn back...