The Coast is Clear

"Wait!" Chelsea said. "Before we go out, check out the window to make sure the coast is clear!"

"Oh, for sure." I said, looking out the window with the smirk.

I pretended to make sure the coast was clear, even though the last thing that he wanted was for the coast to be clear. I looked around: the apartment complex was busy and active. One middle aged man was watering his lawn. Cars passed by. And Mrs. Henderson, the elderly neighbor was walking out to check the paper.

"The coast is clear!" I called to Chelsea.

"Okay... okay..." Chelsea was nearly hyperventilating, one hand glued over her chest, one wedged between her legs, trying to hide her naked body. "Then let's hurry!"

I picked up my car keys and opened the door. I looked to be see the naked and nervous Chelsea behind me. And then we walked out of the apartment into the bright morning sun...