Chapter 8: Becky Home Alone

The next two weeks were a blur. Activities, meetings, tennis tournaments, homework, and general day-to-day stuff eliminated any time for group shenanigans. The tennis team was doing well enough that they were invited to an out of town tournament. The team was excited at the prospect of traveling to a big time event and staying at a hotel for three nights. It was Friday and Becky was home about a half hour before dinner time after practice. No tennis match this weekend and no homework that couldn’t wait until Sunday night.

The ABCS had agreed to take a night off from texting. Becky was fine with this and looked forward to a completely unstructured evening.

Becky went into the kitchen to refill her water bottle and saw a note from her parents. “John and Kris are in town unexpectedly and asked us out to dinner and to catch up on old times. We left some money if you want to call for delivery. Tommy is spending the night at Frank’s for some gaming thing. We expect to be home around midnight. You’ll be home alone so NO PARTY!!! ;-)” There was $30 out on the counter.

“Party?” Becky thought. “Hell no! I have the house to myself.” She thought back to the day she and Tommy spent the morning naked, parading around the house. And how Tommy said how much he enjoyed being naked and alone to the point he sprayed his cum onto the kitchen floor. And especially how he thought of going out into the yard but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“I have to plan this carefully” she thought as she went upstairs. She was tempted to strip off her clothing as she made her way upstairs to her room but thought she had better make sure the house was empty. She looked in Tommy’s room and saw that his game controller and headset were not there so there would be no reason for him to return. She bounced back downstairs and checked in the garage and her dad’s car was gone. She turned around after closing the door and thought for a second before yelling “THE PIPE BURST AND THERE’S WATER ALL OVER THE KITCHEN!!!!” She held still and waited. No sounds or reactions. She wanted to make sure so that she could really enjoy her nude adventure. She went down to the basement to make sure she was alone. Not a soul was in the house except for her.

She took her clothing off as she made her way to her room. She was naked by the time she reached her door and felt excited but not yet sexually excited. She put on her silky shortie robe and picked up the big, fluffy, floor length robe as well. She stopped at the linen closet and pulled out a towel and headed back downstairs. She would have loved to tell the other ABCS what she was up to but wanted to see how it went first.

There was a full length mirror in the front hall that they all used (well, maybe not Tommy) as a way to do a final check on appearance before leaving the house. She positioned herself facing away from the mirror and held the phone over her head. Raising the back of the robe exposing her butt, she snapped a selfie. Her face wasn’t in it but if a person seeing the photo had ever been in her house, they’d know exactly where the photo was taken. She figured this was the minimum she needed if the ABCS asked for proof of what she had been up to.

She put the towel and the big robe on the sofa in the TV room and wandered around the house purposely lifting the front and back of the robe as she went from room to room. She went down to the basement and opened the front of her robe exposing herself in front of the glass sliding door. Turning around, she lifted up the back of her robe and pressed her ass against the glass. The cold glass and the naughtiness caused her to shiver and she headed back to the kitchen.

So many ideas were swimming in her head that she had to sit down and take a few deep breaths. She wanted to do enough that she felt she hadn’t wasted the opportunity but not so much that she put herself in danger of being found out or worse, caught! She looked at the money on the counter and had her first idea. She grabbed her phone and opened the app to order pizza. She got her favorite, sausage and pepperoni, (laughed to herself at the symbolism) and placed the order. Now to get ready. First, she decided that If she knew the person delivering the pizza, she would answer the door in the long fluffy robe. No chance of accidental exposure and full plausible deniability. If she didn’t know the person, she would wear only the silky shorty robe. It was opaque so her nipples would only be evident if they were hard. (And she was sure, given her current excitement, that would be the case.) It came down low enough to “cover” in the back. She wanted whoever it was to know she had nothing on underneath—or at least suspect it—but not actually see anything.

She went into the hallway and looked around. She got some painters tape and mounted her phone on the door a little bit lower than her eye level, figuring the person would be lower since they would be outside on the stoop looking in. She started recording and went over to the key table in the hall and picked up the money. Then she turned towards the door. The second time, she went to the table and dropped the money. Facing away from the door, she bent at the waist to pick it up and then walked to the door. The third time, she dropped the money but turned perpendicular to the door but still bent at the waist to pick it up and then walked to the door. She thought that she should take a look at the video before trying anything else.

She went into the kitchen and sat down to review her rehearsals. The first one was as expected. The person at the door would see her butt shifting back and forth with no overt evidence of her having nothing on underneath. The second one, with her bending at the waist away from the door, exposed the bottom half of her ass and some of her pussy to anyone looking. That was out. The last, perpendicular to the door, showed a great deal of her flank with enough showing that the onlooker could be sure she was naked under the robe. She wanted mystery.

She went back into the hall and remounted the phone and started recording again. This time, she turned sideways but squatted down to pick up the money she “accidentally” dropped. As she stood to go to the door, she noticed the mirror. Since it was free-standing, she could turn it any way she wanted. She angled it so that when she was picking up the money, she would see the person in the doorway and where their eyes were focused. This sent a jolt through her. She could feel her nipples harden and her clit tingle. She grabbed her phone and went back into the kitchen to check it. She thought the side view as she squatted would be perfect.

She grabbed the fluffy robe and towel and went into the front room where she could see anyone approaching the door. She retaped the phone to the door jam out of sight of anyone outside so she could see what she actually showed when it mattered. Then she sat down to wait.

Finally a car pulled up and a guy got out and reached into the back seat and grabbed the pizza. As he turned to walk up to the door she confirmed she did not know him. She stood up to wait for the doorbell. Her nipples were so hard she was afraid they might cut right through the fabric of her robe. She desperately wanted to rub her clit but successfully fought the urge. The doorbell rang and she went to the door.

As she opened it the guy started to say “Got your pizza here.” but never uttered the word “here”. He was blatantly staring at her chest. With all the effort she had, she managed to ask, “How much?” without her voice shaking. He shook his head to clear his mind and told her without ever taking his eyes off of her. She took the pizza and turned to get the money while sneaking a look in the mirror. It didn’t matter if she tried to hide that she was looking because the delivery guy was laser focused on her ass. She shivered in excitement and grabbed the money. Her hands were shaking so much she actually dropped a couple of the bills! Remembering to turn sideways to the door, she looked in the mirror as she squatted down. She saw the delivery guy bend at the waist and tilt his head to see if he could see more! She got up and gave him the money and told him to keep the change. He nodded and kept looking at her chest. “Bye now.” Becky said as she closed the door.

She fell back against the door and thought of one more thing and peeked through the window at the guy. When he got to his car he adjusted his cock in his pants. She had made him hard! She immediately shoved her hand between her legs and furiously rubbed her clit. Her other hand went inside the top of her robe and pinched her nipples. Her growl came fast and loud as her orgasm overcame her in no time and she sank to her knees, panting. She stood back up and pulled the phone off the wall, stopping the video recording. She was practically limping as she walked to the kitchen. “That was so hot!” she said as she took off her robe and slumped into a chair.

Becky decided to have some pizza while she thought about what to do next. It was starting to get dark outside. She knew that it would make it easier for people outside to see her inside. Rather than close the drapes and shades, she limited the number of lights on. She believed if anyone spotted her it would be like the delivery guy: enough to see her and enough to wonder if she were naked but not enough to be sure. She giggled as she munched on pizza and occasionally used a napkin to wipe her mouth. It was the only clothing touching her.

Not really full but with a nervous stomach, she packed away the leftover pizza and grabbed the long robe and her sandals. She went into the basement without turning the lights on down there. She walked over to the sliding glass door and looked out. There were only one or two houses with windows that might have a view into the yard. She put on her robe and sandals and opened the door. She left it open to make sure she didn’t accidentally lock herself out. She walked the perimeter of the yard along the fence. Looking across the yard above the fence on the opposite side, there didn’t seem to be any danger of someone being able to see.

When she got to the corner of the yard farthest from the house, she untied her robe and opened it while facing the fence. No danger of being seen but the feeling of the cooling night air on her bare skin was not the only thing raising goosebumps. Her nipples hardened and her clit started its familiar tingle. She closed the robe and turned around. Looking at the basement door, the closed side was a reflection of the yard; there was no way to see in. The open door allowed a view about 3 feet into the basement but then, darkness. Twilight was fading and it would be dark soon. Heading back to the house, she shed her robe as she stepped through the door. Looking around, she bit her lip to gather courage.

She grabbed her phone and set it up in the doorway to record a video of her naked adventure outside. She waited until it was completely dark and stars were starting to be visible in the sky. She was trembling with fear and anticipation. She massaged her clit with her flat palm to simultaneously calm herself down and rev up her courage.

She started the video recording and stepped into the yard. Voices in her head were screaming:

“Go back inside!”

“Rub yourself right here!”

“Run to the far end of the yard!”

She took a deep breath and pressed her palms against her breasts and ran to the far end of the yard. She was out of breath with adrenaline and exertion. Leaning back against the fence, she could feel the roughness of the wood against her back. It was especially delicious to feel it against her naked ass.

Promising herself she wouldn’t make any noise, she began to rub her clit while still pressing her palm against her breast. She forced herself to keep her eyes open to reinforce the fact that she was outside and exposed. Her orgasm came on swiftly and intensely. She kept rubbing and as the first cum was fading, she found herself rapidly reaching another climax. Her knees were shaking and it was all she could do to remain upright, even while leaning against the fence. She reluctantly took her hand out of her crotch and used it to press against her currently ignored breast. Finally, with a deep sigh, she spread her arms wide and looked up at the sky. “THIS IS AMAZING!!!” she thought. Rather than run, she walked back to the door and inside the house. She stopped the recording and shut the door.

With her phone in one hand and her robe in the other, she climbed back up the stairs and headed to the kitchen. She dropped the robe on the back of a chair and decided a tour of the house was in order. As she entered each room she checked the windows to see if there was any way for someone to see in.

She was a little disappointed when a room was truly safe from view.

She walked up to the window in each room and put her hands on the on both sides of the window frame. Soon she started leaning forward and pressing her breasts against the glass. The sudden chill of the glass made her gasp each time she did it and her nipples were like rocks.

When she got to the front hall she stood in front of the window next to the door and just like she imagined the picture of the ass on the phone being passed around school as hers with boys jerking off to it, she imagined the pizza delivery guy coming back and looking at her through the window. In her mind he started by rubbing the front of his jeans. This made her move her hand to her crotch to caress her clit. Now her imagination had him drop his pants to his ankles and he stroked his cock staring at her body and pointing it right at her. Her hand moved faster and she lifted one of her breasts to her mouth and sucked on her nipple. Her imaginary admirer started shooting rope after rope of cum on the window and she let herself growl as she shuddered and came.

Sinking to the floor she thought she was in danger of plotting how to actually get caught flashing part of her body if not seen completely nude. She shook her head and wondered what had come over her.

Just then her phone pinged with an incoming video call. She stood up and sank back against the wall and held it up so only her face was in the frame. It was Amy.

“Hey Amy, what’s up?”

“I have a project due on Monday so I figured I’d start on it tonight and not have the panic that I usually have on Sunday afternoon. It was time for a break and I also wanted to tell you something I learned.” Amy said.

“Fire away!”

Amy looked pensive for a moment and began “I was thinking about the stuff we’ve done via video and how you’ve kept us from sending anything to each other. I wondered about how hard it would be to figure out who sent (and who was in) a picture on a phone so I went to one of the girls I know in a computer class and asked her. She thought I was talking about the ‘ass’ picture and I let her think that so I could get her answer.”

Becky was intrigued. “What did she say?”

“She said that a phone puts all sorts of information on a picture called ‘metadata’ which tells what kind of device, date and time, and even GPS location.”

“OMG!”

“That’s what I thought,” Amy went on “but she said a lot of that data gets stripped away when you text the picture to someone else. She then claimed not to have the picture on her phone.”

“Yeah, right.” Becky snorted.

“I know! Anyway, she asked me if I had it on my phone and I said yes and gave it to her. She clicked on a couple of things and showed me while the information on what model phone was used and some other exposure data, no location information was available.”

“That’s a relief for the owner of that fabulous naked ass!” Becky responded.

“I know, right? My friend warned me that email and airdrop don’t strip those things out of the metadata, so those are not great ways to preserve some sense of anonymity.”

There was silence as both girls considered what this information could mean.

“This tells us two things, I think.” Becky said.

“I was thinking the same thing.” Amy responded. “You first, Becky.”

“OK, I think it will be almost impossible to figure out the ass owner from the metadata. Second—not that we are going to share photos of each other with each other—there is not as much danger as I originally thought.”

“I agree” Amy said. “But not NO danger.”

“Right”

During the next period of silence, Amy’s face scrunched up in concentration looking at Becky’s image. “Becky, you aren’t in your room. Where are you?”

Becky stretched her next word over several syllables and seconds, “Weeelllll, you caught me in more ways than one. I’m in the front hall of my house.”

“More ways than one?”

Becky took a deep breath and walked to where the mirror was behind her. “Yup” Becky then lifted the phone up so the camera could see the mirror behind her and reveal her nakedness to Amy.

“Is that your naked ass?” Amy hissed, drawing the screen closer to her face. “It is! You are naked in the front hall of your house!!!”

Becky blushed furiously as she rapidly nodded.

“Is anyone home?!?!?” Amy whispered.

“Of course not!” Becky laughed.

“What if someone sees you through a window?”

“I’ll tell you a secret, I ran out into the backyard naked when it got dark!”

Amy’s eyes got the widest they’d ever been.

“I even took a video!” Becky boasted.

“This is making me so hot!” Amy practically shouted and then caught herself. “You have to tell me all about it!”

Becky went back into the kitchen and proceeded to tell Amy about everything she had done once she discovered she was alone in the house. She propped the phone up on the kitchen table and at that angle and distance, Amy could see Becky’s bare breasts as well as her face. Amy was shocked about how Becky had taken videos and how honest Becky was about making herself cum so many times. And outside as well!