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  CUTE SOCKS

  Cammie Conte

  Copyright © 2018 by Cammie Conte.

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  For adults only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 1

  Judy Kemp turned off the television and sat in silence. She took in a deep breath and then sighed. This was not what she had expected. She was so excited when her parents told her that they were going out of town for the week, and they would leave her home alone, with the house to herself for the first time. At first, she thought what all eighteen-year-olds thought, that having the house to herself for a week would be a dream come true, but here she was, on the evening of just the first day, and she was already bored out of her mind.

  It didn’t help that her best friend Julia was out of town this week also. Most of the fun and amazing things she envisioned doing, while having the house to herself, involved her best friend. Julia was the fun one, and Judy usually just found herself along for the ride. And here she was, alone in the living room, having just watched a few hours of television by herself, wondering what the heck she would do for the next five days.

  She was coming to the realization that she must be a boring person. Her parents were very uptight, and not much fun, and as much as she hated to admit it, it must have rubbed off on her. Her mom was an online content writer of some sort, and her dad was in sales. Like lots of kids, she didn’t really know the details of her parents’ jobs. But she did know that dad had to attend a conference for the week, and mom was going with him, so she had the place to herself for five full days.

  Judy had been raised as a straight-laced, conservative, somewhat geeky young girl, and now that she had the chance to break out of that and go crazy, for a week at least, she had no idea what to do. She had figured the week would be a week of self-discovery, and all she had discovered about herself so far was that she was boring.

  She remembered in one of her many magazines created for teen girls, there had been an article about “fun things to do when home alone” or something like that, but she had not read the article. She got up from the couch and headed back to the pile of magazines in her room. She sorted through a few and found the one. Right on the cover was the title “5 amazing things to do when you are stuck home alone.”

  She took the magazine with her and wandered back to the couch in the living room.

  “Have you found yourself stuck at home alone and bored? Below are five ideas we have come up with to turn your boring ‘stuck at home’ time into fun time”.

  “1) ‘Good Eating’ - Cook your favorite meal. Take your time gathering all of the necessary ingredients, and then cook your favorite dinner. Eat at the table by candlelight. Eat as much as you want!”

  Well, not so exciting so far, Judy thought. Not a bad idea to kill the time, but not exactly “going crazy”. She read on.

  “2) ‘Crank up the music’ - Play your favorite album as loud as possible, and jump up and down and dance on your bed like no one is watching, because no one is!”

  Judy thought that sounded like fun and made a mental note to try that out for sure.

  “3) ‘Be A Rock Star’ - Make a lip-synch music video. Set up a video camera (or your phone) and play your favorite song. Lip synch along, providing your own choreography. Think Tom Cruise in Risky Business.”

  That sounded fun too. Another mental note.

  “4) ‘You, The Explorer’ - Go exploring in the dark. Find a wooded area nearby, and go exploring. Listen to the sounds of the all the insects at night. Check out the moon and stars. Spy on your neighbors. Just remember to take a flashlight and be safe!”

  This sounded like fun too and was definitely something she had not done in a very long time. Her house backed right up to a wooded area that she used to play in when she was a kid, but she had not been out there in a very long time. Another great idea. Then she moved on to item number 5.

  “5) ‘Cute Socks’ - Wear your cutest socks. (continued on the next page)”

  This was the end of the page. Judy thought this sounded pretty lame. She almost tossed the magazine aside but decided to turn the page and read on.

  “5 – continued. Do numbers 1 through 4 above, wearing your favorite, most comfortable, cutest socks… AND NOTHING ELSE!”

  As soon as this final sentence sank in, Judy got butterflies in her stomach. She set the magazine aside. She had been raised very conservatively. She wore very conservative clothes and had been raised to believe that the only time you should ever, ever be naked is when taking a shower. If it were practical to wear clothes in the shower, she was sure her mom would have told her to do so. The idea of wearing only socks, to her, was so shocking and so scandalous. And strangely, very exciting.

  Chapter 2

  As she thought more and more about it, this silly, simple, naked idea seemed like the perfect idea. It was definitely out of her comfort zone. It seemed crazy and wild and perfect. The more she thought about it, the more the butterflies in her stomach grew, and the more excited she got. She thought about cooking dinner and dancing on her bed in just her socks. What a naughty, wonderful idea. She scolded herself for not being adventurous enough to have come up with this idea herself.

  She looked down at herself. She had on jeans and a baggy t-shirt, along with her Plain-Jane underwear underneath and her Plain-Jane socks. She knew, though her frumpy clothing disguised it, that over the past few years she had developed an extremely hot body. She was short and thin, with curvy legs, nice round hips, and her breasts had grown to be quite sizable and very firm. But her best feature was her butt. Her tight young butt was perfectly round and looked as nice as any underwear model she had seen in any magazine, if not better.

  She always thought of it as her best-kept secret that under her boring geek-girl clothes, was an underwear model's body. Nobody had any idea, even her mom. Thinking about her body, and the idea of lounging around the house alone in just her socks made her smile a big, bright smile.

  She stood up and started looking around the house. All of the blinds were open, and she would have to close them. For a moment, she started having second thoughts. She thought for sure that the neighbors would notice if suddenly all of the blinds in the house were closed. Her parents had told the Jensen’s next door that they were leaving Judy at home alone and asked them to be available if she needed anything, and to check in on her from time to time. They would most likely notice that all of the blinds had been closed.

  She decided that she could make up some story about feeling like someone was looking in, and she made her way around the house, carefully closing every blind. As she did so, her anticipation of the fun in store for her this evening was building, along with the butterflies in her stomach. Having closed ev
ery blind, and locked every door in the house, and turned off most of the lights, she headed into her bedroom.

  She decided to find the perfect socks first. She went through her sock drawer, tossing aside all the boring socks, and the sports socks, and finding at the bottom of her drawer, a small, frilly pair of socks she had not worn since she was much smaller. They were pink, with lace at the top that folded down over the top of the socks. She decided that they were perfect, and by far the “cutest” pair of socks she had, so she slipped her boring socks off and slipped them on.

  Next came the big first step. She had of course gotten undressed in her room before, but only to change and quickly dress again. She had NEVER gotten undressed with the intention of staying undressed. Just thinking about it was giving her goosebumps. It seemed so naughty and fun she couldn’t wait. She quickly pulled her shirt up over her head.

  She threw the shirt on her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She had a decision to make. What to remove next. She enjoyed the moment, deciding to take her time. She decided she would remove her boring bra next, and she suddenly couldn’t stand to look at it. She reached behind herself and unclasped it and removed it, and looked back at herself in the mirror.

  Her breasts really were fantastic. To die for. They were full and perfectly round, with small, pert nipples high on top. Whereas many girls’ breasts hung low and a bit saggy, hers were full and firm and pointed outward and even in a bit of an upward direction. She wondered for a moment why she always kept them so hidden away, but then remembered her strict mother and her strict upbringing.

  Then she unbuttoned and unzipped her baggy jeans, and slid them down and stepped out of them. She looked at herself again, and the baggy, saggy pair of “old lady” panties she was wearing. She could hardly stand to look at them either, and quickly slid them to the floor and stepped out of them as well. She looked at herself again in the mirror and couldn’t help but smile a huge, naughty, fun smile.

  She had a small patch of hair on her pelvis that she kept well groomed. She was not well groomed necessarily to be sexy, as much as just good grooming habits, but she had to admit, it looked really cute. She had a decent sized gap between her legs, and below the tuft of hair, she could see the folds of her smooth pussy extending back between her legs.

  She turned to see herself from the back and smiled again. Her ass was absolutely perfect. She knew many girls who would kill to have a nice firm round ass like hers, and yet she always wore such baggy, unappealing pants, no one would ever know.

  She turned back and looked herself over one more time, smiling brightly. She thought that she looked amazing in just her pink frilly socks. She felt that she looked her best this way, actually. She thought to herself that if she was not careful, this was likely to become her new favorite outfit, causing herself to smile again.

  She quickly turned and headed towards her door, and stopped in the doorway. For a moment, her nerves overtook her. She had absolutely NEVER walked out of this doorway into any other part of the house, without having at the very least a bathrobe on. She knew it was so silly, but she felt as if she was about do something huge, and very naughty. Mustering up her nerve, she peeked around the doorway to make sure no one was around. She knew full well that no one was around, but it still seemed like the right thing to do.

  Then she took a deep breath and crossed the threshold out into the hallway. She took a few steps and stopped. She had done it. She was doing something new and oh-so-exciting. Her smile grew, and like a little girl she raced down the hallway and leaped onto the couch. She almost rolled off and gasped for a moment. The leather couch was cold, and she realized that she had never really touched it with any skin other than her hands. She held still for a moment wincing while her body warmed the couch and then broke out in a laugh.

  She rolled over and savored the cold leather on her back and her bum. She put her feet up on the arm of the couch and looked down. They really were cute pink socks, and she wondered for a moment why she ever quit wearing them.

  She laid on the couch for quite a while, just savoring the new sensations, and reveling in the butterflies in her stomach. She was still a bit nervous about somehow being caught and kept glancing around the living room trying to see if there was any way anyone could see in. She was sure there was not, but was not totally comfortable yet.

  She stood up and looked around the room. She felt amazing, naked in her own living room. It was a room she had been in a million times before but NEVER like this. She had the lights out, but it was evening and the sun was still up for a bit longer, providing some natural light through the closed shades. It felt familiar and new, all at the same time. She was loving it.

  Chapter 3

  She realized she was hungry and smiled as she realized she was about to complete task number 1, and cook a meal “in her socks” as instructed. She went into the kitchen and started gathering ingredients. She loved the feeling of her breasts swaying and moving, free of the constrictions of her uncomfortable, unflattering bra.

  She turned on the radio and danced and swayed and giggled as she cooked herself a full spaghetti dinner. She made a point to be as messy as possible, intentionally spilling spaghetti on her bare breasts, and scooping it off with the wooden spoon. By the time the dinner was done, she was a naked mess, with sauce stains and noodle residue all over her bare body, and she was happier than she had been in a long time.

  The sun had set by the time the meal was finally ready. She took the meal into the formal dining room, lit a few candles, and ate more than she should have. She wiggled her bare bum on the cool, hard wooden chair, and continued to drip sauce on her bare chest and laugh out loud. She never knew something as simple as removing a few clothes could be so much fun.

  After she ate, she cleaned up the dishes and the kitchen and returned to the living room. She stood there, now entirely comfortable, no longer scanning the windows and doors for cracks, and no longer feeling like she was doing anything wrong. In a few short hours, she had become much more comfortable in her own skin, and socks.

  But she was more than comfortable. She felt alive and awake, and suddenly it was fun, just hanging around the house. She wondered how her mom would react if she caught her lounging on the couch watching a movie on Netflix wearing only her cute little pink socks. She knew she would probably lose her mind, as would her dad, but somehow that only made the whole experience more exciting and fun.

  She got comfortable on the couch again and watched a few more episodes of her favorite show. She thought about the remaining items on the list, and was excited to see it through, but decided she needed to save some of the other tasks for the rest of the week. She didn’t want to blow through the whole list and end up bored again.

  When it got late, she sleepily strolled back to her bedroom and absentmindedly opened her pajama drawer. She pulled out a comfortable, no-frills pair of flannel pajamas and looked at them. They looked like a prison that she didn’t want to step into. Then she realized that, just as she had never roamed the house undressed, she had never slept naked either.

  Excited, with a quick flutter of butterflies once again, she re-folded the pajamas and put them back, ceremoniously slamming the drawer closed. She walked over to her bed and climbed in, still wearing only her socks, and thought excitedly about the fun evening she had just had. She wasn’t quite sure what else lay ahead for the rest of the week, but one thing she was absolutely sure of though. The next day, she was going to the store to buy more cute socks.

  The next morning, when Judy awoke, she rolled over in bed. The feeling of the smooth blanket on her bare skin instantly reminded her that she was still naked. On most mornings, she wasted no time. She hopped out of bed, showered and dressed in a hurry, like a woman on a mission, but this morning, she decided, would be different.

  First, she slid the covers off of herself, laying bare and exposed to the morning air. She stretched and grabbed another magazine from her bedside table, and lay there reading and rel
axing naked and uncovered in the bed. She rolled and reveled in the feeling of the sheets on her bare skin for a few moments, and then showered.

  After her shower, she left the towel and bathrobe in the bathroom and walked back to her bedroom still naked and damp. She decided that she was going to go to the store to pick up some new socks. Though the whole “wearing only socks” thing was a fairly silly excuse to get naked she knew, it was still a fun symbol of her newfound freedom and her new fun hobby. She knew she didn’t need socks at all, but in a way, they made the adventure even more fun. Catching glimpses of herself and her frilly pink socks had been a fun contrast to her nakedness.

  She got dressed in her boring, baggy clothes and set out to the mall. Usually, she looked forward to running into friends and acquaintances at the mall, but this time, she was on a personal mission. She avoided the common hangouts and went straight for a girly store in the back of the mall.

  She had a fun time, looking for the all the cutest, wildest, craziest socks she could find. She was certain that when her parents got home, they would wonder why in the world she had decided to buy a whole bunch of crazy socks. Oh well, teenagers were entitled to a few strange decisions, right? By the time she was done, she was giddy with excitement about her selection and knew it was going to be quite difficult to decide which ones to wear first.

  She made it out of the mall and back home without running into anyone she knew. She laid all the socks out on the couch, trying to decide which ones to wear that day. She decided on a long pair that came up above her knees and had bright, vivid, candy-colored stripes on them. They looked like they were patterned after a Lollipop.

  She took all of them back to her room and quickly stripped out of her clothes and underwear. She sat on her bed and slid the long socks on. They were soft and comfortable. She looked at herself in the mirror again, smiling even brighter at the silly looking, happy girl in the mirror wearing only long candy-striped socks.