Harvey and Robin help her see her nudity

The doorbell rang.

Robin yelped. Actually yelped. Like a startled puppy, not helped by his floor kneeling position at Sophies feet.

“I’ve got it,” Viki said, already halfway there, because if she didn’t move now, someone was going to do something catastrophically stupid.

Sofie, still perched on the couch with her laptop, frowned. “Why are you all acting like the FBI just showed up?”

“No reason,” Robin said immediately. “Normal door. Normal bell. Normal—” he glanced up her bare tjighs one more time. He could get used to this. Her legs were perfect. And so close...

The door opened.

Harvey leaned casually in the doorway, sunglasses still on despite it being very much indoors. “Morning, degenerates.”

“Harvey,” Viki said flatly.

“Viki,” he replied, then peeked past her. His grin widened. “Oh hey, Sof—”

He stopped.

Restarted.

Tilted his head.

“…Huh.”

Sofie’s stomach tightened. “What?”

“Nothing!” Harvey said, way too loud. He stepped inside, still staring. “You just look… uh… comfortable.”

Sofie glanced down at herself. Sweater. Skirt. Fine. She shrugged, unsure why she felt so stared at this morning. “It’s a study-from-home kind of day.” She said, grabbing a pillow and hugging it below her chest, lifting them up perceptibly. The pillow dissapeared from view inmeadiately.

“Yeah,” Harvey said. “Very… home.”

Robin coughed so hard he nearly fell over.

Sofie turned. “Are you sick?”

“Nope! Healthy! Thriving!” Robin said, gesturing wildly. “Just—hydrating.”

Viki elbowed him.

Sofie shifted on the couch, spreading her knees so she could resettling the laptop on her thighs. It vanished from everyones view instantly.

She blinked.

“…Okay,” she said slowly. “That’s new.”

“What is?” Harvey asked, still trying very hard to keep his eyes north of her face.

“My laptop... it just dissapeared,” she said, patting the empty air in front of her, finally feeling it. “Which is rude, because I need it for class.”

Robin nodded like this was a completely normal problem. “Happens all the time. Technology. Very shy.”

Sofie reached down to grab it again.

Harvey, trying to be helpful, lunged at the same time. “Here, let me—”

They collided.

Not dramatically. Just enough.

Sofie froze.

Harvey froze.

They both looked down at her thighs where they thought their hands were.

“…Why does it feel like you missed?” Sofie asked.

Harvey cleared his throat. “Depth perception?”

She stared at him. “That’s not how hands work.”

Robin made a strangled noise and turned away, hos view from kneeling in fornt of her kept giving him the most nose-bleed worthy angles of her beautifill mound.

Sofie pulled her hands back, suddenly aware of her posture. She crossed her legs. Then uncrossed them. Then crossed them tighter, like her body was trying to solve a puzzle without her permission. Her laptop had fallen on the floor, now visible.

“Okay,” she said, laughing nervously. “Why does it feel like everyone’s staring at me? Also, why did my laptop just appear on the ground?

Viki smiled the way people do right before lying. “Because we’re dramatic. And uh... it must have fallen earlier?”

Harvey snorted. “Understatement.”

Sofie stood up right in front of Robin. “I’m just going to—”

“Sit!” Robin blurted, her pussy lips inches from his kneeling position on the ground. He could see her cute little inner labia peeking out of her plump lips. He wanted so desperately to reach out and touch it.

She blinked. “Excuse me?”

“I mean—uh—don’t panic stand. You always panic stand.”

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

She huffed and sat back down, this time on the very edge of the couch. She noticed her sweater fading slightly as she moved. Her legs also felt chillier. She noticed.

“…Why does it feel drafty?” she muttered.

Viki and Robin spoke at the same time.

“Old building.”

“Bad insulation.”

Harvey lost it. Not laughing—grinning. “Wow. You guys are terrible at this.”

“At what?” Sofie asked sharply.

He paused, choosing his words. “At pretending nothing weird is happening.”

Sofie’s smile faded. She hugged herself—not defensively, just instinctively, like she was suddenly aware she was the only one not in on a joke.

“Okay,” she said. “Someone explain.”

Silence.

Then her phone buzzed.

She glanced at it. It was the group chat from the class.

Professor Artz: We’ll start shortly. Also— everyone please check your camera settings, I want to see all those bright faces.

"Does anyone want to explain this prank to me? Because i have a class to attend!" She said curtly, annoyed now at her friends.

Robin winced.

Harvey winced harder.

Viki sighed. “You cant turn on that camera, Robin disabled it.”

Sofie stared at them. “Why?”

"Noone answered, they were all looilking at each other."

She stood again—this time ignoring Robin and placing her hands on her hips.

Too close. Too much awareness. Too many eyes trying not to look. “I don’t like this,” she said. “I feel like I’m the punchline.”

Harvey held up his hands. “Hey. Nobody’s laughing.”

That was true.

Which somehow made it worse.

She stopped in the middle of the room, arms folded, heart racing. “Why do I feel like I’m way more exposed than I should be?”

Everyone shifted.

Thats when Robin pulled out his phone, and took a picture of her naked bum. Harvey was quick to follow, snapping several of her boobs before she turned slightly. Viki looked like she wanted to protest, glaring at the boys.

"Do you have a better idea? Do you want her to go to class like that?" Harvey asked her. Viki backed down.

They sent the photos to Sofie simultaneously, watching her face as she pulled out her phone to see what these crazy kids were up to. And that’s when Sofie realized—truly realized—that her clothes were a lie. Her virgin pussy was entirely exposed, her puffy nipples pointing right at Harvey, and whatever was happening …it wasn’t done happening to her yet.