The paved road

Shivering to the idea of walking home naked on a dark path, Amira collected enough courage to step on the paved road.

The scared girl was moving towards the street lights on an incredibly slow pace. She could only take a few inches worth of steps on her toes without darting her eyes around, looking for danger ahead.

She was clenching her teeth out of nervousness, one arm covering most of her breasts and the other over her nether regions.

She still couldn't believe how the situation escalated: from wearing skimpy underwear instead of her usual one to streaking home butt naked during the night. The nervous girl couldn't help but squeal thinking about it, blushing again just for the moon to see.

As she reached the sidewalk, still looking around at every step forward, she stepped under a street light. She didn't notice at first, but when she was exactly at the center of it, she realized something: she was like on a solo performance on stage. Her loud gasp broke the silence. It was just her and the darkness, bringing everyone's gaze to her. She was even more exposed than under simple sunshine. In a full on panic attack, Amira dashed away from the light with an adorable high pitched scream.

She curled up just a few feet away, not daring to lift her head up and check if someone got to see her shameless form. After gulping once more, the Muslim girl carefully got up again.