The Nudity Virus (Jaqueline x Tellmi_Moore)

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara hadn't used a feedback protector while playing her favourite neural interface MMORPG. Since she was young she had always been warned of the possibilities of identity theft, information theft and of neural hacking. The latter which, it was said could easily be blocked by the use of a feedback protector between the impulse contact and the skin at the back of the neck. Vara hated how it slowed reaction times and dulled the physical sensations in the game world, and so had opted not to use one while jacked in two weeks ago. She was playing on an unsecured, private server when it happened – an intense feedback shock that literally knocked her out of the game and out of her chair. Her computer had contracted a nasty virus that had not only rendered her computer inoperable, but had uploaded a set of neural engrams into her brain that had grafted themselves into her autonomic systems. This is how it was explained to her, and she wasn't completely certain she understood the science – she wasn't sure the doctors completely understood the science, as they said the first documented cases of "brain hacking", as the popular media called it, had only appeared three years ago. She was also certain that, was told that, such hacks were incurable, or at least not curable yet. Some day these neural programs might be removable, but, as the councillor in her support group assured them, at the moment, there was nothing they could do.

The virus she had gotten was a variant of what was called the AN virus, or Anxiety-Narcolepsy virus. It was, as all documented "brain hack" viruses were, an attack and rewrite of autonomic responses to specific stimuli. This virus was a subcategory of the virus that had been around for almost two years now, called the Vestiphobic Narcolepsy Syndrome Virus. Its autonomic response that it triggered was severe anxiety, followed by narcoleptic attacks – which is to say, she felt panicked and fearful, followed by completely passing out asleep. The stimuli that triggered this response, was wearing clothes. Any clothes, or wearing anything in general. Its common name in medical circles had become "the nudity hack."

When she had been knocked out of her chair, the first thing that had happened was that she had fallen asleep. When she woke up, she had a massive headache, and when she climbed up onto her chair, she noticed the only thing that would appear on her computer monitor when she tried to turn on her computer was a message, red letters on a black screen: "REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES TO AVOID ANXIETY AND UNCONCIOUSNESS."

She rolled her eyes and turned off her computer, believing this to be a joke, but, after a while she began to feel horribly, horribly anxious, pacing, fidgeting, chewing on her lip, and before she realized it, she had stripped down to her underwear. She ate dinner, tried to concentrate on her homework for class, but... eventually she decided to go to bed and go to the campus's student health centre tomorrow to make sure she didn't have a concussion. She stripped completely to take a shower before bed and, to her relief, felt enormously better as the hot water ran over her body.

Stepping out of the shower, she towelled off and began wrapping the towel around herself, when the anxiety returned, this time more suddenly, and with greater intensity. She dropped the towel. She shook her head, thinking to herself that she was being silly, that she shouldn't even consider such things as an internet virus somehow affecting her so strongly as being possible. She picked up the towel and tried to wrap it around herself again, feeling hideously nauseous as she wrapped the towel around herself, and taking two steps toward the bedroom, fell straight forward, fast asleep.

She woke up later, realizing she was naked again, the towel lying on the floor next to her. She stood up and padded, barefoot and naked, into the bedroom and found her pyjamas, she held them out and tried to muster the will to put them on – she got one arm through the shirt before she started to feel dizzy again, fell to her knees, and threw the shirt off. She curled up in a ball on the bed and tried to calm down, eventually deciding that the best thing for her to do right now was to go to bed and figure this out in the morning. When she was more or less calmed down, she decided that sleeping naked wasn't something so horrible – she was alone in her apartment, after all. She pulled back the covers and pulled them back over her again – when suddenly she felt trapped, anxious and claustrophobic, she leapt out of bed, throwing the cover clear away. She couldn't even cover herself in sheets!

Eventually she used her smart phone to search for who to call about being brain hacked – she found a hotline and called it immediately. Within a hour there were paramedics banging on her door. Approaching it, Vara realized – she was naked. She couldn't cover herself with anything. "Um... I... I can't answer the door!"

"Ms. Lynn, we're medical professionals," came a woman's voice. "We're here to help you, and you need to let us in, we know you're naked and can't help it, we're here to see if we can help, just please open the door." Eventually, holding one arm across her chest and one hand quickly returned to cupping and covering her puss, she managed to swing the door open. They quickly entered. There were five of them, two in the blue she expected of paramedics, the others were dressed in flannel and khaki or else dark blue. They approached her computer on the desk, still displaying its red warning message, and began plugging into cords to the computer, the paramedics were leading her to the front door. "I can't go outside! Stop it! Stop I'm naked!"

But they were very insistent and, each holding one of her arms, sometimes literally lifting her off her bare, kicking feet, the hauled her out of her apartment, down the stairs and onto the street, stark naked. Her neighbours were all staring at the commotion, the kicking, shouting, naked girl being hauled into the back of an ambulance without a shred of clothing to cover her body, not even any shoes or socks. In the back of the ambulance, they gave her gas and an injection of something to calm her down, and eventually, she fell clean asleep.

That had been two weeks ago. After spending a night in the hospital – without so much as a hospital gown to cover herself with, nor any sheets on her hospital bed, she was informed what sort of virus she had been infected with, that this was a deliberate attack given to her intentionally by a hacker on line, that this virus was known to be targeted to female users between the ages of 16 and 32 who had public profiles on gaming sights. There was currently no cure, she was told her second night, and the condition would not allow her to wear any clothing at any time. There were drugs that would remove the anxiety, but they were basically narcotic, and it would not remove the narcolepsy, the falling asleep that resulted from wearing clothing for more than a few moments. Patients, it was found, who would not remove their clothes, would in fact fall into a catatonic coma until the clothing was removed for several days to allow them to recover.

"But... it's all in my mind, right? Can't this be fixed somehow?" she had begged.

"Ms Lynn, we don't understand the complete process by which this attack effects the human brain yet, attempts to recreate the virus and the conditions of the attacks have all failed thus far. We're dealing with very advanced, purpose made MMI coding. There's nothing we can do at this point..."

Vara had shouted then. She had asked to go home, and had been brought back to her apartment, leaving through a service exit and into her father's car, being delivered home and asking to be left alone there. Two days later, a social worker, Mr. Brown had come to her door and convinced her to come with him to a support group for women with her exact same condition. He told her she could follow him and cover her breasts with her arm, he wouldn't turn around until they got to the bottom of the stairs, and that he would watch for people coming so she could get to his car, which was right by the exit. He opened the door to his car and she bolted into the back seat, hiding below the level of the windows. She didn't look up until they had arrived, and she had followed him through a back entrance to the building. She shivered at the cold air outside Mr. Brown's car. Her bare feet felt and experienced every step of the course concrete and pavement as she followed Mr. Brown through the back alley, her feet becoming filthy from the slightly damp back alley pavement. She wiped them on the doormat as she entered, the bristle brush mat tickling her feet. It was a short walk to a meeting hall where, inside many other naked women were standing and sitting, in both large and small groups. Some drinking coffee, some even laughing with each other. All of them were totally and completely naked.

"See, Vara, this is a safe place, in fact, I'm going to wait outside in the room we passed, after the meeting, just come and find me and I'll drive you home."

Vara hadn't spoken at all in that meeting, she wasn't ready yet, and no one asked her. She caught some of them looking at her with sad, sympathetic eyes – eyes were quickly redirected when they spotted her looking back at them. There were some women older than her there, most probably at or around her own age of 19.

They were talking about making their friends and co-workers understand their condition, about the feelings being naked, about other people judging them for being naked. Near the end, Mrs. Collins, the councillor, who, Vara was surprised to discover, did not suffer from "Vestiphobic Narcolepsy" like the rest of them, but chose to conduct sessions of the support group naked so as to put her patience at ease, and, Vara admitted, it did help that there wasn't another clothed person in the room during these sessions.

Afterwards, Mr. Brown had driven her home and she had dashed up the stairs to her apartment. She let Mr. Brown into her apartment and sat with him, talking for a while about what she could do from here. He informed her that she could take a semester off for medical purposes, that she could talk with her academic councillors to make certain this would not effect her scholarships, and if it would, that there was a foundation to help victims of this particular brain hack with the transition to a "naked lifestyle," women who's careers and schooling would be interrupted or otherwise upset by this major change in their lives.

She was informed she should probably remove clothes, shoes, large towels and bed sheets from her apartment just to avoid potential anxiety attacks, but said she wasn't ready for such a major step. Mr. Brown agreed it would take time before she was ready to get to that stage of acceptance.

"Is it even legal for me to be outside?"

"Yes, actually, public nudity, so long as there was no lewd or sexual behaviour accompanying the nudity, has been legal in this state for decades, and there is a national statute in committee right now that'll make the policy a nationwide policy for all law enforcement because of this specific issue."

"How many... how many people are affected by this?"

"About 210 women that we know of."

"That you know of?"

"There might be more, we don't know – this is a new field of care for our field. We think there are two or three hackers who are targeting women in this city, but so far the NSA hasn't been able to track anyone down."

The conversation degraded into angry, frustrated declarations from Vara at that point. Resulting in Vara crying again. One thing that she realized after the fact, she had hugged Mr. Brown for support while she cried, and for a short time, forgot that she was naked.

Now it was her second week since the initial cyber attack, and she was at her second support ground meeting. She was sitting on a nice padded plastic chair – not a cold metal chair, thank goodness. Her legs were straight out in front her, pressed together, her toes pointed and the soles of her bare feet flat on the soft carpeted floor. She was careful to tie her hair up – it was long, hanging to the middle of her back, and when it touched her skin it would make her feel anxious and nauseous. She should probably get it cut short – if she could manage to go outside and go to a hairdresser. Her father had been bringing her groceries, but she had been doing her own cooking, not really comfortable with even her family seeing her totally unclothed for long.

She had spent a lot of time looking at herself in the mirror, really looking at herself, as if she was seeing her naked body for the first time, realizing it was now the only outfit she would wear until they could develop a cure. If they... no, she had to believe they would eventually cure her condition. She was medium height, 5'6", she had pale, slightly freckled skin, and ginger hair. She had bright green eyes and patches of freckles across her nose, her cheekbones, her chest and her thighs. Her feet had high, strong arches, and her limbs were toned and lean from years of swimming and tennis. Her breasts were blessedly small, considering she now wouldn't have the option of a bra for support – she had worn a 36-B bra before... when she wore clothes. They were high and firm and perky, despite their smallish size.

She had already shaved her pubic hair, realizing that, if she was going to be seen, she didn't want to be seen with a bush of thick, curly red hair. For a moment she thought about letting it grow very long, and that maybe this was a loophole in the clothing anxiety she had been programmed with – but even as she thought about using her own hair as covering, it began to make her feel extremely anxious and nauseous and dizzy until she had shaved all of it off.

She looked around the group, holding the paper cup of free coffee in her hands. Mrs. Collins was talking to the group as a whole about not being ashamed of their condition, that it wasn't healthy to consider their bodies as somehow unfit to be seen, that this would only hurt them in the long run, and so forth and so on. Finally, she looked straight at Vara.

"Well, I think we've all noticed a new face the last few weeks in group," she said, as if reading from a script. "Young lady, why don't you stand up and introduce yourself and let us know who you are and what exactly happened."

"Um..." Vara distracted herself a moment by looking down and setting down her coffee. Looking up, she stood up and... saw the eyes of everyone in the room upon her, she immediately crouched slightly and covered her breasts with both arms, her knees tightly together. "Um... I'm uh, Vara, and... I have Vestiphobic Narcolepsy. I..." Now Vara was starting to tear up. "I, um... I can't wear clothes anymore..."

"Hi, Vara," everyone said in such a warm and understanding way, and suddenly Vara realized almost everyone in the room had been where she was and really, really understood what she was going through. She stood up straight and smiled through her tears and leg go of herself. "And I'm... I'm starting to feel better about it," she lied. Everyone clapped, she sat down. The woman sitting to her left hugged her, and Vara hugged back, bare flesh against bare flesh. The woman to her left leaned in and also hugged Vara from behind. Breasts and flesh pressing against her back. Soft feminine flesh pressing against her from both sides... she felt stirrings she knew not from where, and for the first time in days, warmer.

Then the hugs ended and she was sitting along in her chair again. She picked up her coffee and sipped, listening to other business, listening to the story of other women in the group and their troubles and fears going shopping and explaining their situations to restaurants, giving their recommendations for restaurants who understood their condition and handled it well.

Vara suddenly noticed that there was another woman looking at her. Across the group circle, there was a tall, dark haired woman looking at her – she had a black bob haircut, black lipstick and dark purple nail polish. She, of course, wore nothing else.

As the group was wrapping up, she noticed, with a quick glance up at the woman, that she was still, or again perhaps, looking at Vara. Something about it made her feel... warm. Standing, she was ready to leave when the woman who had been sitting to her right put a hand on her shoulder and offered more words of encouragement. This distracted her from running out to the waiting room for Mr Brown to drive her home, and, looking over her shoulder again a few minutes later, tried to see if she could see the black haired woman again in the milling crowd of naked women...

 

[Jaqueline]

"Haha, you're such a joker!" Melanie laughed through her headset.
"And YOU'RE such a hottie!" She laughed again, she could FEEL Jeffery winking after that line, like he always did when they spoke face to face. It was after work hours and she was in her full relaxation mode. Her hair was out of it's bun, the long black waterfall running down her back over her shoulders. Her legs were crossed she had her tie loosened and and her suit jacket just resting on her shoulders, her arms out and hands tapping away on the keyboard, "Hurry up already!" Jeffery rang and she laughed again,
"Just gotta throw out this quick Memo, Aight?"
"Workaholic." He chimed.
"Lazy ass." She countered.
"Bitch!" He shouted with a laugh and she joined in with a chuckle. This was the usual routine. Some playful insults as she finished some work things and then they both logged on to play some games. They had both recently installed a large Space Opera Game that allowed a wide Variety of Races, some not even Humanoid. It amazed Melanie what technology did nowadays. She emailed her Memo to all the intended recipients and booted up the game. She reclined in her seat as she logged on, Jeremy talking into her ear about some kind of Ice Planet he had visited last time he played, "It's got Ice Mountains FULL of caves, it's so cool and the place has a ton of weird animal life th-" He was cut off when he heard an extremely loud scream from her end and a sort of crash, and then silence, "Mel? Mel!?" He called. After about a minute he called the Police. A couple officers burst through the door of her office within three minutes and found her slumped forward, face on her keyboard. She was out cold and a strange message was on the screen, but one of the Officers had seen this before: "REMOVE YOUR CLOTHES TO AVOID ANXIETY AND UNCONCIOUSNESS."

Melanie woke up in a hospital bed. She blinked a couple of times, wondering why she hadn't been given a gown. The question of why she was in the hospital was also on her mind, but not as prevalent. When the nurse entered she asked and the nurse grimaced, "I'm sorry dear, you cannot wear one." Melanie gave a confused look, asking why not, "Doctor's orders. Your condition doesn't allow it." Melanie scoffed, rolling her eyes,
"You a med student? They hazing you by with holding the gowns you're supposed to give to patients?" She asked. The Nurse frowned, looking distressed, unsure how to explain this. The Doctor entered and Melanie wondered why he did not think it odd at all that she was nude, "Hey Doc, what gives? Why don't I have a gown?"

The Doctor sighed, sitting next to her. He took her hand and explained everything that had happened. She couldn't believe it, it all had to be a big prank! Sure enough though, The Doctor had brought a gown for her to try on. It was impossible to wear. She never thought something like this could happen to her! This was one of those things that only happened to other people, like winning the lottery or having a successful diet. The Doctor helped her through it though, staying long into the night to comfort her and explain everything. He suggested a group therapist where a growing number of girls got together to cope with the problem together.​

"You have a call on line one, Miss Bordeaux." Melanie was snapped from her trip down memory lane and she slapped her finger to the button,
"I'm not taking calls right now. I'm leaving for my VNS Meeting."
"Of course, Miss Bordeaux." Her secretary answered and hung up, turning her attention to explaining how busy Melanie was to the caller. It had been over two years since then. She couldn't help but smirk. For all that changed, for all that she felt would never be the same...most things did not change. She was so worried when it happened, afraid she'd have to give up her career or never see her family again. The Group Therapy got her through it though. She felt completely confident with herself now, but still attended to help out and just add one more person to the group. Seeing that she was not alone was the biggest comfort to her when she first began attending.

Stepping out of her office she waved to Jessica her secretary, who waved back with a smile. Taking the elevator down she left the building to her CEO parking spot and got into the car, snapping the seat belt on and taking off. Arriving she was welcomed by familiar faces, not a scratch of clothes to be seen. She had one of the longest haircuts in the room. On occasion it made her feel uneasy, but she had grown a tolerance for it. As the meeting began with them all in circle she took interest of the newest member. An adorable Redhead with perky breasts. She could not take her eyes off her! She was so cute, and shy, stuttering and mumbling. Throughout the rest of the meeting and after all she could think about was the new girl. Driving home it was all she could think about. Trying to read her book on her bed, she could not stop thinking about her! She said her name was Vara. Vara...what a pretty name. Snapping her book shut, she knew she had to see more of this girl! She knew nothing about her though, so she would have to wait until next week's meeting and pray she came back.

Melanie arrived early this time, watching as the girls shuffled in, most of them quick to start chatting with friends they had formed in the group. She was on the hunt though, waiting for her to walk in. She beamed and sat up straighter when she finally did. Melanie had come looking her best this time. Her hair neatly washed and combed, her nail polish gleamed with a new coat and had a fine layer of black lipstick to match her hair. She had washed her body and her smooth almost flawless skin was positively glowing. Her large breasts hung in a glorious display as she kept her back straight. She saw the girl look at her a few times throughout the meeting and this pleased Melanie a great deal. When it was over and everyone began to leave, Melanie kept to the shadows and walked carefully to avoid her eye. About to leave, Melanie saw Vara look over her shoulder, scanning the crowd. Melanie made her move and stood in front of her now, as if appearing once Vara had turned to look away, "Hello, I'm Melanie." She greeted, offering a polite handshake to Vara.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara was instinctively holding her arms crossed in an Ex pattern over her breasts, her bare feet angled inward slightly, her knees rubbing against each other. Though she was talking to two women who were completely naked and seemingly comfortable with their situation, it was still all very new to Vara - her face blushed noticeably, highlighting her freckles, as she realized her butt was completely exposed to the bulk of the group who were still behind them. Her hair was starting to come out of its tight bun, individual strands falling onto her shoulders and making her feel... uneasy...

"You really should come by some Friday - we hold a weekly dinner where a lot of our group all come over," the woman named Josephine was saying. "Good wine, good friends..."

"Okay wine," the woman named Teresa answered jokingly. Josephine gave her a dirty look and rolled her eyes at the comment.

Vara tried her best to smile and look like she was following the conversation. She dug her foot into the carpet, lifting her heel as she bent her knee, trying to move one thigh in front of her crotch, standing on one foot... she was resisting the urge to scrunch down into a little ball, covering her body with legs and arms both, curling up and not exposing herself like this!

But she resisted, she didn't freak out, she didn't tear up and start crying, she didn't fall to the floor and ball herself up. She was stronger than that. She could get used to this... Then a woman stepped out from behind Josephine and Vara almost either jumped of fell to the floor to cover herself in surprise. But she only gave a little jump, her leg moving from in front of her, both feet on the floor - about a foot apart from each other, she realized, her blush moving from pink to dark crimson beneath her freckles as she realized her puss was exposed. she re-positioned her arms, one arm across her breasts, one hand on her stomach, slowly (she was trying for casually) moving down to clamp down over her vagina, hiding it.

"Hello, I'm Melanie," said the new woman - whom she realized was the woman she had been exchanging glances with across the group circle. She held out a hand to Vara.

Vara instinctively mover her right arm to shake the other woman's hand - moving her arm away from her breasts. Realizing what she had done, shocked, she grabbed both arms back and covered her breasts, arms under her armpits, one thigh going up to nearly horizontal and moved in front of her vagina, leaning forward, face scrunched up into a grimace of pained embarrassing. "Sorry...!" she whimpered, realizing that not only was she embarrassed at exposing herself, she was embarrassed at freaking out. She had sat with her breasts exposed through the entire meeting, had stood in front of everyone naked, but now she was freaking out?

To emphasize the silliness of her actions, and that she acknowledged it, she moved both hands behind her, holding her hands behind her back and moved her feet, now firmly planted on the soft carpet, a few inches apart. She did take solace in the fact that her interlocked hands were covering the middle of her butt, though.

"I-I'm... I'm Vara Lynn. Sorry, this is really new to me - I've just been VNS for two weeks - these group sessions are my first time out of either the hospital or my apartment... um... yeah..."

It was hard to make eye contact with other naked people in public, even when, or maybe especially when, she was naked in public as well. She looked at the ground, but at the edges of her vision she saw other naked women's bare feet and shins shifting and walking across the oh-so-soft white carpet. She wiggled and dug her toes into the soft white fluffiness, distracting herself, looking up at the beautiful woman - for Melanie was beautiful - with the black, short cut bob of hair, the dark makeup and black lipstick, the flawless pale skin that smelled of scented soaps... soft, silky skin, her perky, stiff nipples even looked to be covered a fine pink makeup... She looked around her at the other nude bodies - it looked like other women were wearing makeup on their bodies. The idea hadn't occurred to her before, but of course, if one couldn't dress, one's skin was the most important part of your appearance your fashion sense, your... "outfit" she guessed.

She looked farther down Melanie's body, her toned abdomin and... perfectly smooth pubic mound and glistening smooth thighs. Her eyes snapped up to Melanie's face. "S-sorry," she said, breath catching in her chest, which was throbbing from her racing heart. Her groin felt... she pressed her legs tightly together again, worried what others would see... "S-s... um..." she pursed her lips and looked down. Looked up again and smiled in spite of herself, shrugging as if to say "you know how it is" trying for casual again.

 

[Jaqueline]

The new girl just dripped with cute. She was in that shy, awkward stage of getting used to letting her body be on display. Everyone went through it to some extent, but this one seemed to be taking it particularly hard. Her little jolts and trying to cover up made Melanie giggle on the inside. She kept her composure in front of the girl though. The last thing she wanted to do was look like she was laughing at the poor girl. She wouldn't dare belittle her like that. What she was going through was no joke.

Offering her hand for her to shake caused a very interesting reaction, as Vara pulled her arm from her body, then had an fast relapse, and then a steady resignation, setting her hands behind her. Melanie had taken her hand back and was folding her arms, always beneath her breasts, never covering them. She remembered being much like Vara for a time, but has since grown proud of her body. Almost every girl in the meeting was fit and toned, as being naked all the time easily inspired one to take care of one's self. She let her weight rest on one foot, her hips cocking to the side. Her posture was good and strong, yet relaxed and easy going. Not an ounce of her being showed any kind of shame.

Watching the girl's eyes go over her body Melanie was patient. Although the camaraderie of having others with the same affliction helped, to speak to others when so new to all of it not only meant talking to people while naked, but doing it while they were naked as well. All in all though the plan was to get them more used to nudity as a whole. Melanie chuckled in an understanding way, putting a hand on Vara's shoulder, "Well it's good to meet you, Vara Lynn. Listen, do you need a ride home?" She asked, giving more of the impression that she was there to help and comfort her through this transition to her new lifestyle.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Melanie's hand touching her shoulder sent a little shiver down Vara's spine, made her shoulder feel almost tingly, like static discharge - subtler than the naked hugs she had been exchanging, but somehow more... personal, more inviting. And her eyes fixed her like a butterfly pinned to a cork-board.

Vara stood on her tip-toes, subconsciously trying to get on a more eye level footing with the taller woman. It also allowed her to put her right foot in front of and to the left of her left foot, crossing her legs again, her hands still clutched behind her butt - effecting a coy stance. "Um... s-sure - I mean no! She remembered. Mr Brown is giving me a ride home, he was waiting the whole meeting..."

Vara crossed her arms again, under her breasts this time, mimicking Melanie's gesture. "I mean, I'm sure he wouldn't mind..." She imagined the two of them alone, naked in a car together, tried to imagine what the feel of Melanie's car's upholstery would feel like against the skin of her thighs and butt and back and shoulders, imagining Melanie's bare feet pressing the peddles - what if she had a convertible? Vara pressed her thighs together more firmly, hiding. She realized she was biting her lower lip with... nervousness? She looked into Melanie's eyes inquisitively, her last words, asking if Mr Brown would mind, hanging in the air between them, a genuine inquiry.

Vara realized that Melanie and she were the only two left in the conversation, the other two having walked away to get more coffee and continue a different thread of the conversation. Melanie's fingers and palm was still on her shoulder, giving it a little squeeze...

 

[Jaqueline]

Watching her shift her position Melanie's delight in the girl grew. She was just the most delicious Shrinking Violet how she held herself up. Melanie nodded as she spoke of Mr. Brown. Watching Vara imitate her previous posture and was amused further by this display. Watching her bite her lip, Melanie saw she was anxious and of course, still uncomfortable. Melanie gave her shoulder and extra clap and gave the bare skin some extra pressure to reassure her, "I know Mr. Brown, he shouldn't be a bother!"

Walking forward Melanie spun Vara around and her arm was now pressed across the top of her shoulder blades as she guided them both out and stopped by the room where Mr. Brown usually waited for the new girls he brought in. Melanie popped the door open and informed him quickly, "I'll be taking Vara home, thank you for bringing her, Mr. Brown!" She beamed, giving him his dismissal. Brown nodded and returned Vara's phone to her. With that out of the way Melanie continued to take Vara with her as she made her way to her car. Going from inside to out was a cold transition as night began to fall. The wind blew her bob cut around wildly. Melanie pressed her thumb next to the handle and popped it open. The door on the other side also opened for Vara to get in. Back inside the car her hair calmed down, returning into place almost perfectly.

She got herself comfortable in her seat, taking a moment to rub her back against the fur covers she had on the driver and passenger seats. Soft and plush against her skin. She slid her seat belt on and looked over to Vara, "Are you hungry?" She asked, "We could stop and get dinner before I take you home. How does that sound?"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara shivered as she felt Melanie's arm pressing along the top of her back and shoulders, the squeezing, welcoming pressure of Melanie's hand on her shoulder. She allowed herself to be led across the soft carpeted floor and into the hardwood hallway - the shift in texture for her feet a little jarring, and made her realize they were very quickly going outside - she hadn't readied herself for this, and was about to start making an excuse as to why she had to stop when they approached the waiting room Mr Brown was sitting. Watching Melanie quickly retrieve her phone from Mr Brown made Vara feel better for some reason. He trusted Melanie, and wouldn't trust her with one of his patients without good reason - at least she hoped he wouldn't. She half pushed Vara onward toward the door, opening it and they both stopped and shivered a little at the stark shift in temperature. The building was obviously kept at a nice toasty temperature for the comfort of its naked occupants. Outside it was chilly, and... outside.

"Um... I..."

Melanie indicated her car, and Vara was relieved that it was just by the front door, but still it was outside. Melanie pushed her gently the next two steps forward and closed the door behind them. She strode into the night - naked and proud, toward the car and put her thumb-print to the door pad. It opened and, without thinking, Vara followed, running around to the passenger side, momentarily forgetting her nudity, her feet coming alive on the pavement and the harsher road - she popped the unlocked door open and dove into the seat, closing the door and... stunned, couldn't move or think. The seats were fur covered. And it felt... like heaven. "Oh my god..." she moaned. She spread her thighs apart just to feel the soft fur against the backs of her thighs, rubbed her arms from side to side just so she could feel the fur against the underside of her forearms, against her elbows and upper arms, her shoulders, her wrists and palms and fingers. She swayed side to side so she could rub it against her back, she planted her feet in the footwell and rubbed her bottom against it, reveling in the soft, mole footpads at the bottom of the well, cushioning her feet in soft comfort. She could only imagine what it must feel like to drive barefoot and naked, she hadn't ever done so. "T-this seat is amazing." She continued to rub against the seat when Melanie reminded her to put her seat belt on. At first she was worried this would trigger another panic attack, but it turned out that the seat belt was thin enough and she was stationary enough to not trigger any reaction. It wasn't wrapped around her, it was holding onto her, across her, and it was attached to the chair.

At the moment, though, she was amazed by how divine the soft interior of Melanie's car felt, and couldn't care less about anyone seeing her through the windows, as she had been the few other times she had been naked in a car in the last two weeks.

"Dinner?" Vara responded to the question. "Um... you mean like a drive through or something?" Vara had a sudden image of them in a fancy restaurant, totally nude surrounded by fully clothed patrons and staff, and shuddered - though, strangely, she didn't think it was totally from fear.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie's left foot was on the floor of the car, her toes clenching and unclenching against the pad beneath her. Her right foot worked the gas and brakes as she drove. She rubbed her soles on the ribbed rubber and would habitually press with only one toe from time to time, and when breaking would always use only her second to last toe. She loved how it stretched her skin there, straining it, giving her the strangest satisfaction as she brought it back to the others and moved her toes together.

She nodded, her black hair bobbing with the movement of her head, "No no no, I'm friends with a restaurant owner nearby, it's not too fancy, but it's certainly a step up from fast food. He hosts the annual party for all the support groups in the state on his property there and is very accommodating to those with our condition. Don't worry, everyone who frequents the place shouldn't have a problem with us eating naked." she paused and took a second to look at her, "Well, what do you think? Sound like something you'd be interested in? The food is really, really good!" She added.

Even though she did not have an answer yet, she was already driving in the direction of the restaurant, but was going slow just in case Vara really did not want to go. As a final convincing line she tacked on, "It'll all be my treat, of course. You can order anything you like!"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara was hugging herself, arms beneath her breasts, not covering them but just to hold onto herself as a whole, to stop herself from floating away with intense pleasure from Melanie's car-seat. The seat cradled her body in a deluge of sensation against her skin. Even the floor mat was an absolute delight for her feet. The heat was cranked up as soon as the engine was turned on, warming her naked skin pleasantly.

She was pretty hungry. She had been eating quick, packaged food for days and days now, too depressed to cook, too scared and embarrassed to go out. "S-sure. Um, what sort of food is it? I mean, not that I'm picky or anything, I'm just... curious..."

"So, um, this is a really nice car." It was - the two seater was, Vara, realized a convertible, though the top was up, bright polished silver with black highlights and an aerodynamic shape that made it look like an alien spaceship, a real compact muscle car. "So, do you mind if I ask what you do?" Vara assumed that Melanie worked from home, as she couldn't really see a corporate office bending the dress code enough to accommodate nudists - and trading stocks at home was the only thing Vara could think of that would make someone enough money for a car like this. Melanie's makeup, on her face and on her body, and nails and hair, were so immaculate and so perfectly put together that it made Vara feel, with her total lack of makeup, the hastily tied mass of hair on her head, her cracked heels and elbows, her slightly stubbled pits and unpainted nails... even more naked by comparison. It was as though everyone at the meeting had found ways to personalize their bodies that made "outfits" though they couldn't wear any clothes or shoes, though some did have piercings and tattoos, and Melanie's "outfit" and attitude seemed to place her as someone very well-to-do.

"Stock trader maybe?"

 

[Jaqueline]

The wash of the warm breeze was nice as it flowed over both of them, though Melanie always got an innate dread when she enjoyed using the heaters. She usually kept them off, but wanted to be as nice as possible to Vara. She turned them on the second she was in the car but she knew that they were going to be blasted by the unforgiving cold of the night once they got to where they were going. Heating up the car would only make the transition worse, but at least the restaurant was kept warm.

"It's a French place, so, ya know." She didn't really finish the sentence, assuming that Vara would know what a typical French Restaurant would serve. Because that's totally common knowledge.

Totally.

She spun the car around a turn and she could see the place now, big fancy-ish letters saying "Jauffre's". She could see Vara looking around the car, admiring it. She couldn't help but take a swell of pride. She loved her car and decked it out nicely. Her Vanity License Plates both said 'NUDE', and she got this fur seat covers. She smiled at her taking a stab at what she did for money, "I'm CEO of NightHound-" She halted, realizing what she was saying, but decided to go through with it anyway, "The company that makes the Neural Interface games." No one had ever asked her what she does for work, at least, no one from the meetings. She realized now that it might make them resent her. It wasn't her fault though, hackers getting off on causing suffering are the ones doing it. She moved the car into the parking lot, taking a spot as close to the door as she could. She turned off the car and looked at Vara, "That's...okay, right?" She asked.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

The first thing she heard was CEO, and immediately thought about Melanie walking the halls of a high-class executive suite, high in a gleaming skyscraper, surrounded by functionaries and junior executives, wearing absolutely nothing. She imagined her striding up and down a board-room, talking to investors and other corporate bigwigs, barefoot and nude as she as now, posing for the cover of Forbes as if it were the cover of a dirty magazine...

Then she heard "NightHound." And thought of ironic twists of fate. "Oh... yes, of course it is. It wasn't your fault... I mean..." For some reason Vara couldn't think of anything else to say, and her hands were clamping down on top of her crotch, pressing into the V formed by her closed thighs. She leaned to the side until her shoulder and head bumped against the shoulder of the taller Melanie, a simple gesture of contact and casual reassurance. "It's not like I was the only one this happened to," she grinned.

The she looked outside at the people dressed in business casual and moderately high class outfits coming in and out of the restaurant. "Oh my god... we're really doing this, aren't we?" Vara's arms were covering her breasts again, and she pulled her feet up onto the soft fur seat - shivering at the feeling of the fur under her bare feet, and curled her toes into the fur - and pressed her legs against her body, knees together. "Naked in a restaurant full of clothes people..." she gave a brief, sheepish laugh, smiling weakly over at Melanie. Waiting for her to make the first move before she got out of the car - too nervous to do otherwise.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie was glad to know that Vara did not blame her at all for what happened to her. Her company had been publicly attacked for allowing the Neural Infections to happen in the first place. They sold the feedback protectors at a bottom of the barrel profit though, as it was the best thing she could do to help prevent it. Still, even people who had them did not use them because they wanted their gaming experience full. Just like Melanie did, thinking something would protect her, even though she was just as susceptible as the next girl. It felt like a relief that Vara accepted her.

Melanie popped open her car door and shut it, walking back around the car. The black, rough pavement was rough on her feet, some small rocks sinking into her skin and sticking to the sole of her foot. She was used to it by now and did not mind. She opened the passenger door and offered her hand to Vara, helping her out of the car and leading her to the entrance of the place. She held her hand to the door and opened it. Walking inside a couple of heads turned, though most people just went back to eating as it was no big deal. A small few slowly turned back to their food and whispered among themselves.

"Melanie!" A male voice said and a man with dark hair and a light beard came from the kitchen, waving at them. He was shorter than Melanie, but wider, a strong stocky build. He had a dark tan and wore an apron over some street clothes. He pulled Melanie into a friendly hug and clapped a hand on her shoulder, "Great to see you again!"
"Good too see you again too, Jeffery." Melanie nodded, "We would like a booth." He nodded,
"Of course, of course! Your usual spot. I'll have menus brought out real soon! Please, go take a seat." He waved his hands toward a middle booth against the wall of the restaurant. Melanie thanked him and took Vara to the booth. She lead Vara to sit across from her and Melanie took her seat. A booth was far preferable to the hard chairs of a table. Especially the ones she had given money to Jeffery for. The plastic was much more smooth and had lots of extra padding you could sink your back into, it could almost hug around the back of your chest.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara steeled herself as Melanie opened the door. Unfolding her legs she stretched her bare feet to the sidewalk. Melanie offered her hand and Vara accepted it, easily removing herself from the low seat with help. The pavement was cold against her feet - and the air was freezing compared to the toasty comfort of Melanie's car. She held onto Melanie's hand tightly, her other arm reaching in front of her body, under her breasts and her hand holding onto Melanie's forearm, holding onto Melanie tightly, clinging to solid sanity, trying to avoid screaming and dashing back to the car. She allowed Melanie to lead her into the restaurant. It was nice and warm inside, and Vara let out an almost moaned sigh of relief, blushed terribly when she realized what she sounded like and tried not to acknowledge it.

She also tried not to make eye contact with the people staring at the two of them, their naked bodies on display. Vara stood on her tip-toes, finding it easier to keep her thighs pressed against each other and still walk, her quick, mincing steps keeping up with the much more confident, long-legged steps of her guide.

The carpet was short, course and red. Jeffery seemed like a nice man, and smiled at her, didn't ogle her body, just showed them toward a booth. Melanie sat her down at the round booth, and Vara realized how compliant and doll-like she was being, needing Melanie to physically press down on her shoulder to suggest that it was time to sit now - she had been so drowned out by the pounding of her heartbeat and the shallow, quick breaths, and distracted by trying very hard to stare at the back wall above their booth. She exhaled and smiled up at Melanie as she snapped out of it and swiveled on her butt, pulling her legs under the booth table. Melanie was smiling back at her and walked around to sit across from her at the other corner of the semi-circular table.

The booth padding was soft and didn't stick to her bare skin, it was nice and it was warm in the building, almost to the point of being hot. Vara desperately wanted to cover her breasts, but didn't want to look like she was anything but confident and in control over her own body to those strangers staring - she wanted to play the confident nudist, not the poor victimized girl. Without thinking she unfolded her napkin and put it on her lap - suddenly got a burst of anxiety and threw it to the seat next to her, sighing with frustration and rolling her eyes, grinning toward Melanie with a brave face, taking it up and folding it again, setting it next to her place setting.

"Oh, thank you," she said to the waitress, accepting the menu. She thought she caught the eyes of the waitress fixed on her chest, or maybe trying to look down into her lap - but it was probably Vara's over-excited imagination as well. Still the idea did not help contain the building sense of arousal Vara had been trying to suppress all night, since meeting Melanie - God, what a pervert she was turning into, walking around in public naked, and some sick, dark, animal part of herself actually enjoying it?! Enjoying the ogling, grinning stares? Looking over every square inch of her... damn, now she actually was making herself wet... She pressed her clenched fists against her thighs and made a show of staring down at the open menu not really reading it...

Realizing she was just staring straight at the middle of the menu, she looked up, as if startled, and saw Melanie looking at her. She smiled, still nervous, but trying to hide it, and reached a hand up to tug at her earlobe, a nervous gesture. "I wouldn't know where to start... um... the sea food looks good..." The waitress brought fresh bread.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie saw the waitress give Vara a good number of looks. She knew most of the people who worked here. Many of the waiters and waitresses, though understanding and respectful, had no qualms in giving some of the select clients a couple indulgent extra glances. Melanie watched Vara sit down and smiled, glad to see her trying to be strong about her appearance. Melanie was still the pinnacle of dauntless confidence. She opened her menu, not too sure what to get. It had been a while and nothing on it struck her in particular. She decided she would wait to hear Vara's opinion.

Melanie propped her elbow onto the table, leaning on it, her chin in her hand. She looked around as Vara stared intensely at her menu like she was trying to light it on fire. Nothing much had changed. She had been coming here since before she contracted VNS, she and Jeffery were good friends. The place was in his family on his mother's side, passed down to him. He was happy with it though. When she got VNS he was very supportive and their friendship is the reason he hosts the get togethers and invites all those not willing to dine next to the forced nudists to leave and not come back.

Melanie could just squeal at how cute this girl was. She had been looking at her for the past few minutes as she looked at her menu. Melanie nodded and held her hand up, the Waitress returning. Melanie took both of the menus and handed them back, "Two orders of Brochet au Four with Lobster Bisque please, bring us some Basil Salmon Terrine as an appetizer." The waitress nodded and left with the menus. Melanie tipped her head somewhat lazily, "So, Vara Lynn," She loved saying her full name, "What do you do for work? Are you a student?"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"Oh, um..." Vara realized she was pressing her interlocked hands over her crotch and separated them through sheer force of will, putting them, still folded, up on the table. "I'm a student - I'm in my Freshmen year of college, but... I'm taking a year off for... well, it was a medical withdrawal, so it shouldn't effect my scholarship. But, um... I don't have a job right now, so my parents have offered to help out..."

The waitress came by to offer them still or sparkling water or to look over the whine menu. Vara confessed she was only 18, and so just had some Pierrier water. "My parents are taking my... condition well enough, it's just hard being around people I know now that... Do, um... do you have family? I mean, a... husband? Or children or... you know, that you live with?"

Now that she was sitting, she could cross her legs under the table, leaning back, arms straight, hands still folded on the table, she was managing a better job of looking casual. Taking quick glances around her, she was surprised that there weren't people still staring, at least that she could see...

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie nodded with understanding and sympathy. It was not really that long ago where Melanie was one of the first to go through what Vara was going through. She reached across the table and took one of Vara's hand, holding it in the center of the table, Melanie's thumb rubbing the back of her hand. She gave it a firm grip and the occasional squeeze, letting Vara know Melanie was listening attentively and concerned.

"It's unfortunate that this had to get in the way of your school work. Education is important. I hope you return to your education soon." She told her, "I am glad that your family is being supportive of you! Not all girls going through this are as lucky as that." Melanie shook her head to Vara's question, "No, I live alone right now. A real bachelorette." She chuckled. The appetizer soon arrived, the same waitress as before serving the fish on to the table, putting it between them, next to their joined hands.

"Your meal will be out to you soon." She told them before returning to the kitchen. The Waiter and Waitress uniforms matched the carpet, they were red and almost looked like Bellhops for a fancy hotel.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara welcomed the comfort of Melanie's hands on hers - and for some reason blushed at this most platonic of touches more than she had when Melanie had touched her naked shoulder and back. "I... yes, I plan on returning to school... I just hope I can be more confident about my body, like you are. I mean... you're so... bold and proud - I mean, you would be, of course, um, I mean..." Vara felt she was floundering around, groping for words. "Your body is lovely, and... you take such amazing care of it. I hope I can... make my body look as nice as yours does. I mean, from a... I mean, purely aesthetic - that is, without clothing - ugh..." she actually laughed at herself. "You know what I mean." she grinned across the table at Melanie.

Then she looked at the food between them. "Wow, this does look really good. I haven't eaten since breakfast." Letting go of Melanie's hand, she began putting slices of the appetizer on her plate. "Oh... my god..." she said around a fork-full of the fish terrine. "This is... amazing..." she bounced a little with happiness as she chewed, oblivious to her nudity again, if only momentarily.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie smirked at the compliments. It was true. Not only was she used to it, at this point she flaunted it and even if she were cured, she wouldn't go back to wearing clothes in her day to day. She knew she had a rocking body, and why not show it off while she still had it? Her hips and larger than average bust making a glorious hourglass figure she had every right to be proud of. She nodded in answer, "You're already pretty good looking, if I may say so," Melanie complimented, giving her hand a squeeze, "I'd be happy to help you 'dress up' if you want though." She did not let go of Vara's hand as they both began eating. She took a bite of the appetizer herself and chuckled at Vara's giddiness over the food, "Glad you like it. This is just the beginning though. I am sure you are going to just love what come next." She winked, "Only gets better from here."

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

"I would... really like that. At group I know some people were talking about 'outfits', like matching different kinds of nail polish and makeup and skin cream and hairstyles and such, but... I mean," Vara gave a quick little laugh. "Nude fashion was never really something I'd thought of. I mean, a lot of it is really beautiful. I mean, one thing I noticed, which is really lovely, is that a lot of the women at group have rouge on their nipples like you do and... some even have it on their, um..." she bit her lower lip and pointed down at her groin beneath the table, then scrunched up in embarrassment, her hands between her clenched thighs. "I mean, it just seems like it... sort of brings more attention to things... doesn't it?"

Now that her hands were actually between her legs again, and pressing against her groin, she desperately tried to stop herself from playing with herself, and was only moderately successful. She squirmed, rubbing her thighs and knees and bare feet together, rubbing her bare butt cheeks against the cumfy seat, and finally, through great effort of will, she pulled her legs apart and put her hands on the seat next to her, trying, and failing, to wipe the wetness from her hands on the seat. She then tried to wipe it on her thigh... which brought her hands back dangerously close to touching herself...

Vara coughed and tried to go back to eating, putting another forkful of the appetizer in her mouth... her hormones were getting away with her. "Mmm..." she sighed, only partially about the food.

 

[Jaqueline]

She nodded, "Yes, I suppose it does. Though I see no reason not to draw attention to such things, especially when one is...looking." She mused. Melanie began to take notice of what Vara was doing when she realized that she was eating most of the appetizer herself. From how she moved Melanie could tell right away what was going on and it brought a warm smile to her face. It was cute, and had a sort of innocence to it. She found the whole thing adorable.

It was then she decided to take a bit of a plunge, "Vara," She said, a finger resting on her cheek as she raised her eyebrows, "Would you like some help with that? Perhaps we should go to the restroom and get you...refreshed?" She suggested slyly.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara crushed her eyes closed with embarrassing when she realized she had been noticed. "I mean, I don't... mmm..." she groaned out of pure frustration, hugging herself, arms across her breasts. She couldn't help but imagine what Melanie would do to her in the bathroom, what they would do to each other, she was unbelievably excited by how public her exposure was, and could feel the moisture on the seat around her bum and thighs - it was absolutely soaking where she was sitting. "Oh god... y-yes... please..." she whispered, her voice a tiny squeaking sound. She swiveled on her butt on the wet seat, getting more moisture on her thighs and eeping a little when she realized what she had done, and hurried to her feet, half crouching, trying to hide her puffy red labia and wet thighs... "Oh god..." she moaned miserably as she spotted the women's restroom sigh and all but dashed toward it.

At home, after the first time she had been to a meeting, she had tested herself by making little outdoor trips, at night, to the corner store to buy silly things, like a pack of gum or some candy, rushing back home and masturbating furiously to the memory of the experience. Even walking in front of her open window was an incredibly thrill, and she couldn't help but dive to the floor to avoid being seen when someone down below walked into sight, through, rationally, she would reason after the fact, there was very little chance anyone could see her on the third floor of the apartment.

Now here she was, completely naked and dripping in an expensive restaurant with an older naked woman - beautiful and confident in both her nudity and beauty as well as her place in the world. Vara could only imagine what Melanie was like in a board room or an office building, confident, in charge, with or without clothes completely in control of the world around it.

Vara leaned against the bathroom wall, panting, rubbing her breast with one hand and the area around her hot, swollen outer lips with the other, her hand straying into hotter, wetter flesh before she could control herself. She hugged herself moaning pitifully. "Oh god... I'm such a slut..." she sobbed. "Why am I so turned on by this? Melanie is this normal?" she asked when Melanie followed her into the bathroom, her eye wide and pleading.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie stood when Vara said yes, though by the time she was on her feet she saw that the girl had made a dash for the restroom. She followed her to the restroom at something a tad faster than a walk, not wanting to attract more attention. She pushed open the door and was a little surprised. She was crying as she gave herself a sexual assault. Melanie had underestimated just how hard Vara was taking all of this. She let the door shut behind her and took Vara's shoulders, pulling her off the wall, and embracing her in a big hug, holding her nice and tight, "Shhh, it's okay, shhh, you're not a slut." After a while of holding her comfortingly Melanie took her by the shoulders and looked Vara in the eye, "All those other girls went through this, you've been forced into an exciting new lifestyle, but it can be overwhelming. I understand," She held Vara's chin with a her curled index finger, making her 'chin up', "You have nothing to be ashamed of, understand?"

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara sniffed and nodded and managed a smile for Melanie. "Y-yes..." Her cheeks were, however, redder than ever, embarrassed not because she was naked this time, but because of how she had acted. "I'm just... I mean... Oh god, I practically left a puddle on the seat where I was sitting... I just... I've never been this, I guess, horny in public before... It gets easier, doesn't it? Please tell me these feelings gets easier to control?"

She hugged Melanie firmly, wrapping her arms around her, pressing herself against Melanie's soft breast and rubbing her smooth back with her hands, nuzzling her face into Melanie's shoulder and neck. "I'm sorry... I know I'm being really needy right now... I just... I think... I think part of it, is that... y-you're really... oh, I'm really sorry, but you're just so attractive, I'm... I'm sort of... I'm sorry, I know this is really weird for me to be saying..." She hugged Melanie harder, almost in apology for her forwardness.

 

[Jaqueline]

Melanie held the back of Vara's head with care, especially careful not to cause any of her hair to fall out of it's bun and touch her skin, "Don't worry," She told her, "It gets easier, you just need to learn some extra self control. Like I said, all the girls there had to go through this." The back of Melanie's mind was loving the closeness of the moment and Vara's touch. She seemed so small and soft, so vulnerable, Melanie wished she had a pocket to put Vara in for taking her home.

The older woman chuckled at the timid compliment and what seemed to be a kind of advance on her. She smiled at Vara again, "Well thank you. I want you to know, Vara, I feel the same way about you. Does that make you feel a little better?" She asked. What a scene they were, two naked women in a public restroom, holding each other. The bathroom did not have much of a temperature change, but the tiles were cold and coarse.

 

[Tellmi_Moore]

Vara nodded into Melanie shoulder and sniffelled again. "Yeah... it really does..." She pulled her head back a little so she could look Melanie in the eyes again, though their bodies were still touching, and their arms were still comfortingly around each other. "I... I think I'll be okay now, I just... um..." Vara looked down shyly, realized she was looking straight down at Melanie's breasts and looked back up into her face again. "Um... can I... um, canI kiss you? I think... I'll be alright, after that, if I can... sit next to you through the rest of dinner? I mean, after all, my seat is, um, sort of wet?" she joked weakly, looking off to the side, convinced she had been too bold now. Looked back up at Melanie imploringly, standing on her toes on the cold bathroom tiles raising herself up toward the other woman's face...