She freezes, but nobody's home.

Candace stood frozen on the front step, the cool evening air blowing her hair around her face. If not for the adrenaline, she was sure she'd be shivering. Rather than become numb to her exposure, as she so wished she could, every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire. She held her arms at her sides, unable to cover up, letting David tell her what to do.

After a moment of silence, David knocked again, puzzlement crossing his face. "Hold on," he said, digging his phone out of his pocket. He stepped away, leaving her standing there alone.

She looked down, her bathrobe tie still splitting her in two, covering nothing. Candace quickly tugged it out, wincing, and realized it had come undone in the back. The thin strip of cloth fluttered over her sex.

Once again exposing the front of her body to the row of apartments, she looped the tie between her legs and tied it in the back. Though her heightened arousal kept her feeling warm, her fingers were still stiff with cold, so she couldn't tie it as quickly as she would have liked.

Finally, she pulled the knot tight, and replaced her arms over her breasts. They felt very cold, she realized, and she tried rubbing them subtly. She felt her nipples stiffen behind her hands.

"Alright," David said, and Candace realized with a start that he was strolling back to her. "He's gotta stay at work a little later than he thought, so he told us to let ourselves in."

David crouched down, and Candace stepped back. He reached under the welcome mat. "Oh, okay." She thought about asking if she could borrow some of his friend's clothes - a hoodie, a blanket, even a spare set of underwear would make all the difference - but that hadn't worked so far.

But surely, Candace reasoned, he'd have something for her to wear to this mysterious party. Surely he would think she needed clothes for something like that.

David found the key under the mat, then made to stand up. Before he did, however, he turned and looked at the barely clothed lower half of her body. With a swell of shame, Candace realized that just his gaze sent a wave of warmth to her pussy.

The moment passed, or so Candace thought. As David stood and unlocked the door, she scurried inside. David closed the door with one hand, and with the other, he reached out and hooked the fabric covering her pussy lips in one of his fingers.

He tugged it like a guitar string, letting it hit back against her sensitive clit, and she breathed out a little "ah," of surprise.

"Take that off," he said, then turned and walked deeper into the apartment.

Take it off? Her heart thumped. Why was he asking her to take it off? The optimistic part of her mind thought maybe he wanted her to take off this useless scrap because he had something better to offer her - but the realistic part of her mind knew that was unlikely.