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  She decided it was time to complete step 2, and put her favorite song on her iPhone, as loud as it would go through the wireless speakers on her dresser. Then she hopped up on her bed and began to dance and wiggle and flail about like a crazy woman. She had the time of her life, dancing and bouncing around in her socks, while the rest of the socks bounced and fell off of the bed.

  She rocked and rolled and wiggled and giggled through 5 fast songs, before she collapsed onto her bed, laughing uncontrollably and mostly out of breath. She continued to roll on the bed, full of energy and joy. She ran her soft fingertips up and down her body, feeling her own soft skin. Still in a fit of laughter, with the sixth song cranking on her radio, she began to caress her own bare breasts, basking in the warm, tingly feelings it gave her.

  She continued to caress herself, and move gently on the bed, and then slid her hand down across her belly. She giggled as her fingertips tickled her own tummy, and then she slid her hand down even further. She swirled and twirled the little hairs on her pelvis for a moment, and then moved further. As her soft fingers made contact with her pussy between her legs, her smile and laughter immediately turned to a look of shock and amazement.

  She held her hand in place between her legs for a moment and took in a few deep, desperate breaths. Then she stopped and gasped and pulled her hand away, momentarily stunned at the amazing shock that had just moved through her body. She had discovered masturbation before of course, but she always felt a sense of guilt and shame about it. She knew how to make herself feel good, but she knew that “good girls” weren’t supposed to do it.

  She spent a moment struggling between her conservative, guilt-riddled upbringing, and her new-found sense of joy and adventure. Her sense of adventure quickly won over, as the next song started. The speakers pounded and rattled as Steven Tyler wailed, and she smiled again and plunged her hand back between her legs.

  As the song “Amazing” blared through her room, the amazing feeling between her legs hit her instantly once again, and she stiffened and rolled on the bed. She explored herself, sliding her fingers back and forth through the wetness between her legs. She continued to slide and glide her finger over her most sensitive areas, smiling and laughing as the music played on. It was an amazing new feeling for her, touching herself out in the open, on her bed with her bedroom door open, as opposed to the normal “under-the-covers, door-shut, lights-off, not-making-noise” type of touching she was used to. Then, as if searching for buried treasure, her fingertip traced gently over her clit, and she struck gold.

  She slung her head back, closed her eyes, and slashed and thrashed on the bed and shouted and wailed, as waves of the most amazing sensations she had ever felt, coursed and rocked through her body. Over and over the sensation of her climax pushed her and pounded her and she screamed out and moaned until she finally curled up and collapsed into a pile of bare flesh on the bed.

  The song finally ended, and the room became quickly silent, except for the sound of her own heavy breathing. After a moment of rest, catching her breath and collecting her thoughts, she opened her eyes. All she saw were her candy-striped socks, with her legs folded out in front of her curled-up body. She flopped back on her back and laughed as she had never laughed before. She felt more wonderful and more amazing than ever.

  The feeling of her joy was indescribable. This stupid little article in a teen magazine had now led to the most wonderful two days of her life. She thought for a moment about how wonderful her climax had been, and why she had ever felt guilty or ashamed of something so wonderful. She wondered why anyone ever did anything else and laughed at herself some more.

  Finally recovered after a few more moments of lying on the bed, she stood up and discovered her knees were weak. She felt a glow she had never felt before and made her way back to the couch in the living room, to collapse and bask in the amazing feelings she never knew her body could feel. She felt so amazing and so alive and giggled to herself again as she stretched out and realized that this week at home alone, which once threatened to bore her to death, was quickly turning out to be the best week of her life. She curled up and decided to take a little nap on the couch, as she had done many times before. But never in her socks.

  Chapter 4

  Judy awoke to what sounded like a banging noise. Her groggy head cleared quickly when she realized that it was a knock at the door. She stood up and also realized that she was still only wearing socks. She quietly peeked through the peephole in her door and saw Mrs. Jensen standing on the front porch smiling, with something in her hand. Judy sprinted quickly back to her room as she then heard the doorbell ring. She grabbed the first t-shirt she could find and quickly threw it on and ran back to the door.

  She took a deep breath and opened the door and gave a pleasant smile and said “Hello Mrs. Jensen.” Mrs. Jensen smiled at her and said “Hi Judy. Your mom just wanted me to drop by and check on you.” Judy stepped aside so Mrs. Jensen could come in and then said “Well thank you. Everything’s going fine so far.”

  Mrs. Jensen looked Judy over carefully with a smile, and then said: “Those are really cute socks.” Judy absentmindedly said “Thanks” and looked down at herself, and was startled. The t-shirt she had grabbed just happened to be one of her shortest ones, and it barely covered the gap between her legs in front, by maybe an inch. Most of her smooth bare thighs were visible between where the shirt ended and where her long socks began.

  She was mortified for a moment, and couldn’t remember any time in her life where anyone has seen her that exposed. Even when she wore a bathing suit in the summer, she wore one with a swim skirt that came down well farther than this shirt did. She felt so exposed, and it made her nervous, but also, quite strangely, it gave her the same kind of fun butterflies in her tummy she had been having for the past couple of days.

  Mrs. Jensen seemed to stare longer than she should have at Judy’s bare thighs, and her long socks and then looked around the room and said “So, you have the house to yourself huh. Throwing any wild parties?” Judy knew she was just kidding. Mrs. Jensen knew that Judy was not the type to throw a party, especially with her best friend out of town.

  Judy felt like she was standing there naked in front of their neighbor. She forced herself to act as natural as possible. She felt like tugging the bottom of the shirt down a bit but didn’t want to draw any more attention to it. She felt so uncomfortable though that she made a comment. “Sorry about the way I look, I was just taking a little nap.”

  Mrs. Jensen said “Oh nonsense Judy. You look cute as a button.” Then Mrs. Jensen handed her the Tupperware container she was carrying and said “I brought you some leftovers from our meatloaf dinner last night. Thought you might not want to do much cooking while you are here by yourself.”

  Judy took the container and said “Thank you. That is very sweet. I’ll go put them in the fridge.”

  Judy turned and walked towards the kitchen. She wondered if Mrs. Jensen could see the bottoms of her butt cheeks below the shirt as she walked away, though she figured she was probably not looking anyway. She stole a quick glance back and Mrs. Jensen was looking. She was staring straight at Judy’s bum as she walked into the kitchen. Judy was so embarrassed.

  She put the container in the fridge and returned. Mrs. Jensen was just standing there silently for a moment, so Judy said: “Is there something wrong Mrs. Jensen?”

  As if waking from a haze, Mrs. Jensen said “Oh, not at all dear. Honestly, I’m a bit jealous of you sweetie. A young girl with the house all to herself for a week.” Then she said dreamily “What I wouldn’t give to be in your shoes right now dear. Or socks, rather.” They both smiled and Mrs. Jensen walked back towards the door.

  She walked out and turned back to Judy. She got a wry grin on her face and said “I’ll drop by around the same time tomorrow, to check in on you again… And next time, you don’t have to panic and throw a t-shirt on, just for me. I don’t want to spoil your fun.” She gave a little wink and walked down th
e steps and back towards her house, leaving Judy stunned.

  Judy slowly closed the door and leaned against it in shock. How had Mrs. Jensen known? Had she somehow seen her? She decided that wasn’t possible. She supposed she had just guessed, based on how long it took her to answer the door. And maybe it’s what she would have done herself. Maybe when she said she was “jealous”, that’s what she meant. Was she jealous of Judy getting to lounge around naked? Maybe that’s what she meant.

  It was a very strange encounter. Very tense and stressful, but exciting and exhilarating at the same time. She went back to her room and looked at herself in the mirror. From the front, the shirt was barely covering her private parts. She turned around and gasped. You could definitely see the bottoms of her ass cheeks hanging out from the bottom of the shirt. She took a few steps and saw that even more of her bum was exposed when she walked.

  The thought horrified her and excited her at the same time. She had basically just had a conversation with her neighbor with part of her bare ass hanging out. And she didn’t freak out about it, she just stared at it. It seemed so strange, but for some reason, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t wish she had on a longer shirt. She was excited by it. What was happening to her?

  She was thinking she needed to be more careful, to keep some clothes laying around to make sure she didn’t get “caught” naked again, but part of her didn’t want to. Part of her, the fun and exciting part, was telling her not to be careful. It was telling her not to plan ahead. And surprisingly, it was telling her that getting caught naked could be a lot of fun too. She didn’t know what was coming over her, but she kind of liked it.

  At that moment, she decided that if Mrs. Jensen stopped by again, she might just take her at her word, and not bother to get dressed. In the fun and excitement of that moment, she jokingly decided to herself that she may never get dressed again. It seemed that her stupid teen magazine had created a monster. A cute-sock wearing, naked little monster.

  She pulled the t-shirt off again and went back to the couch to watch some television. She was engrossed in a show when her phone rang. It was her best friend Julia calling on facetime. She clicked to answer and looked at her phone and said: “Hey you.” On the phone, her friend's jaw dropped and she said “Um, well HELLO there. Nice tits, by the way.”

  Chapter 5

  Judy instantly realized that she had forgotten she was naked, and that her friend could see her upper body on the camera-phone. She was so used to “Facetiming” with her best friend that she had answered without thinking about it. She threw the phone down, mortified. She squealed and said “Oh my God I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I forgot. I just…” She hopped up off the couch and looked around for something to cover up with. She could hear her friend Julia talking. She was saying “Judy, it’s OK. Judy, pick up the phone. Judy?”

  Still, in complete shock, Judy picked up the phone. She tried to aim the camera at just her face, so her body wasn’t showing. Her friend had a huge smile on her face. Julia said “Well look at you, you little wild-child. I thought you were going to bore yourself to death at home alone without me there, and you go and turn into a nudist on me.”

  Blushing, with a nervous look on her face she said “It’s not really… I was just…” Julie smiled back and said “Why are you so embarrassed girl. I’ve always told you that you are too uptight.”

  Judy said, “Well, I was kind of bored, and I read this magazine, and it sounded like a good idea I guess, so I tried it out.”

  Julia laughed and said, “So this magazine told you it would be fun to get naked?”

  Judy smiled for a second, and then suppressed it and said: “Well, I’m not exactly naked.”

  Julia said, “What do you mean?”

  Judy, unable to contain her smile again said “Well. I’m wearing socks!” and she pointed the camera down at her legs, showing the long, candy-striped socks.

  Julia broke out in uncontrollable laughter that went on and on for many minutes, and Judy joined in, laughing as well. Once the laughter died down to a chuckle, Julia said “That is the silliest idea I’ve ever heard. That sounds like so much fun. I’ll have to try it sometime.”

  Judy said, “You should, I’ve only been at it since yesterday, but I’m really enjoying myself.”

  Julia said, “Who would have thought that uptight little Judy would turn out to be a wild and crazy nudist.”

  Judy laughed and said “I’m not really a nudist. I’m just a sock enthusiast.” They laughed for another minute, and Julia said “Well, I was calling to tell you that I’m going to be home a bit early. I’ll be back there in two days, so I can come keep you company for the rest of the week.”

  Judy smiled hesitantly and said, “That’s awesome.”

  Julia said “Are you sure. I don’t want to interrupt your ‘alone time’.”

  Judy said “Oh no, I can’t wait for you to get back. I’m sure I’ll be bored again by then anyway.” As she said this, in her mind she actually was thinking that, even though she loved her best friend, she would be a little sad for her new, exciting “alone time” adventure to end.

  Julia quickly said “Well, I’ve got to go, my mom is calling for me. I’ll see you in a couple of days. And I’ll bring all my cutest socks.”

  Julia disconnected and Judy sat there contemplating. She felt so conflicted. When she first found out she would have the house to herself, she wanted nothing more than to have her best friend spend the week with her, but now, she was REALLY enjoying her alone time. If she was honest with herself, she really didn’t want her friend to come home early. She just wanted to continue on her own adventure and didn’t want it cut short. But there was no way she could explain that to her best friend without hurting her feelings.

  Judy went to the kitchen and ate the leftovers that Mrs. Jensen brought her for dinner. It was actually quite good. While she was eating, she opened her kitchen blinds just a little bit, and thought about task number 4 “Explore a wooded area at night”. She had a small backyard with a small screened in porch behind the house. The small yard backed up to an unused, wooded area. When she was a kid, she and her friends used to go back there and play hide and seek, but she had not been out there in quite a while.

  She thought that the idea of exploring back there at night sounded like fun, but the idea of exploring out there, outside in the open, in just her socks sounded scary, and absolutely amazing. She doubted she had the guts to go outside at night in her socks, when it really came down to it but decided that later that night, she was going to give it a try, and see if she could muster up the courage. Maybe she could just take baby steps, and just go out in the yard for a minute or something. She had grown totally comfortable now, in the house naked, but going outside seemed impossible. It was a whole different kind of challenge entirely, and possibly a whole different, exciting kind of adventure.

  No one could really see in her back window through the screened in porch, and the sun was setting, so she decided to just leave the blinds to the back window open. It added a little bit of excitement to her adventure to know that one of the windows was open, even if it was facing the empty backyard.

  She went back to the living room to kill some time until it got late. She was giddy with anticipation. The TV was on, but she was really just thinking about later that night, trying to go exploring outside. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy, and she was really hoping that when the time came, she would not chicken out.

  Chapter 6

  Finally, at about 11:30 that night, she decided it was late enough. She had seen the back-porch light go off at the Jensen’s house next door, leaving all of the backyards for as far as she could see, in the dark. She turned all the lights off in her house so that if the neighbors happened to look, it would look like she had gone to bed.

  She realized that the ground was going to be rough back there, so she decided that it wouldn’t be cheating if she wore shoes too. She put on her pink converse high tops over her long candy-
striped socks. She grabbed a small flashlight from the drawer just in case but didn’t plan to use it, as it would probably draw attention to herself.

  She stood in the kitchen looking out the back window for a minute. She took a deep breath, trying to muster her nerve and quiet the butterflies in her stomach. She stepped over to her back door, and opened it, hiding behind it. She instantly heard the sounds of crickets and other nighttime noises. She peeked around, looking through the screened portions of the back patio, and as expected, she saw no one.

  Then with another deep breath, she stepped out from behind the door. She stood in the open doorway in just her shoes and socks, exposed to the outside for the first time, and a giant new wave of exhilaration hit her. She felt a cool breeze run over her body, touching places a breeze had never touched before. Places her mother would have told her a breeze should never go. Just standing there exposed to the outdoors was so exciting and so exhilarating, she knew she had to go through with this adventure.

  She took another quick look to the left and to the right, seeing no one. She decided she would run quickly out the back door to the patio, through the open backyard, and run to the cover of the tree behind it. Quickly she stepped out the back door and ran for the woods, her bare breasts swaying and bouncing in the open air as she ran. She got to the edge of the woods and stepped into the old trail she used to play on as a kid. She walked in and stepped behind a large tree and looked back nervously.

  She saw the back of her house, as well as the neighbors’ houses and their backyards, all completely dark and still. She took a moment to enjoy the fact that she was standing in the woods behind her neighborhood, in just shoes and socks. The feeling was almost overwhelmingly exciting. The butterflies in her stomach were going crazy. She stood still for a moment, waiting for her body to calm down a bit, and then took a few more steps down the trail, parallel to the neighbor’s houses.