Stop This Nudism Nonsense!

The three of them sat perfectly dressed on the couch—Whitney Wright, Vanessa Vega, Serene Siren—until their roommate Nicole Kitt stopped wearing clothes. Showers first, then no bottoms at breakfast, then nothing at all. Now guests were impossible. Serene went in to fix it. She came back bare. Vanessa tried next. She walked out naked too. Whitney stood alone, facing the three of them. "Join us," Vanessa murmured. Their fingers slid over Whitney’s collar, her buttons, the soft waistband that held everything in. Every promise, every exposed curve whispered how good it would feel to let the last stitch drop. Her resolve thinned with every breath.