Alana found it difficult to concentrate on Friday as memories of the previous evening kept returning. She finally gave up and left the office in early afternoon, starting her vacation a few hours prematurely. She made several stops on her way home, picking up supplies at the hardware store and paint store and then stopping at the grocery store to stock up for the weekend. At four o'clock, she pulled into her driveway and spend the next fifteen minutes unpacking her car and storing all of the items.
This time, she did shower before getting to work, thinking that a nice shower would refresh her. After drying her body and hair, she stepped out of the bathroom and walked down the hall to her bedroom. Just then, she heard a knock on the back door and quickly ducked into her room to grab a robe.
As she scrambled down the stairs, she heard the door open followed by Grace's voice. "Alana, are you here? Are you okay?"
"Yes, Grace," called Alana. "I'm fine. I just got out of the shower," she smiled as she emerged into the kitchen to find her neighbor standing in the doorway.
"Well that's good," commented Grace. "But you've already broken your promise."
"Oh," said Alana as she realized what Grace was talking about. She slipped the robe off her shoulders and draped it over a kitchen chair to stand naked before her neighbor again. "Sorry."
"That's okay, dear. Takes some getting used to, I'm sure. But you really should work on it. Something that beautiful should be celebrated and displayed whenever possible instead of hidden."
"Yes Ma'am," blushed Alana, more from the compliment than her nudity this time.
"I was just stopping by to see if you had any plans for tomorrow night," Grace went on. "I know you're planning on working all day and I figured you wouldn't want to be fiddling around with dinner. So I hoped you would come over to eat with us."
"That would be lovely, Grace," replied Alana. "Thank you so much."
"It will be my pleasure," smiled Grace. "I suppose I could have asked you tomorrow morning when I came over. I did say that I would stop by Saturday morning. But I figured I had to get on your schedule early. I'm sure a pretty young thing like you gets all sorts of invitations."
Alana blushed again. It was true that she received many invitations but she almost always turned them down. She never seemed to have the time. And she had not met many people who she wanted to spend time with. "Well, I'm wide open tomorrow night, so I'm all yours. Thank you again."
"Yes, you will be all mine," thought Grace.
"Well, I best be on my way so you can get to work. Remember. No clothes." With that, she turned to leave but then stopped herself, turning back to Alana.
"You don't want that pretty hair getting all tangled up in cobwebs and paint. Let me tie it up for you," Grace offered, but before Alana could answer, Grace was standing behind the girl, gathering her locks. The long, lush blonde hair flowed freely down Alana's back almost to the upper swells of her bottom. This allowed Grace's fingers to dance over the girl's flesh giving her the first taste of what the delicious girl felt like. Grace was in heaven as her hands moved across Alana's neck and shoulders under the pretense of gathering her hair. She produced a tie from somewhere and, quickly, Alana was wearing a ponytail that sprouted from the top rear of her head and flowed down her back. Grace stayed behind the girl longer than was necessary as her fingers moved down the ponytail, catching little feels of the soft, warm, naked flesh.
"Looks like you have a beautiful mane there, little filly. Now off with you and get to work." With that, she gave Alana's rump a light swat and disappeared out the back door leaving Alana dazed and confused.
Grace smiled smugly as she crossed the yards to her own house. She had decided the night before to move slowly with Alana but she needed to step up the relationship a little at a time. Last night, she had started to exert her dominance of the girl and already had the girl understanding that her neighbor expected her to remain naked. This evening, she had started to get the girl accustomed to being handled by her. "This is going to be fun," thought Grace.
Chapter 2: Friendly Neighbors
In the morning, Alana found herself standing naked in the middle of her bedroom as Grace busied herself selecting an outfit for the girl. "It's a balancing act," explained Grace. "You really are a work of art that needs to be seen and appreciated. But we need to appreciate the sensibilities of others around you. We need to find the right enhancements that reveal and shelter at the same time."
"I have to start remembering to lock my doors," thought Alana. She had been awakened from a deep sleep by her neighbor who had let herself into the house on her own. Now, Grace was going through her drawers and closet looking for just the right "adornments." Alana was truly appreciative of the compliments. It must be her vanity taking control. But she also felt that her privacy was being invaded. She made a mental note to talk to Grace about that later. But right now, she had to deal with getting dressed. Or, more importantly, making sure that she was not kept undressed for the work that she wanted to do outside.
"What are you planning to do outside today?" asked Grace.
"I just want to inspect the place more closely so I can make a list of things to do. That will help me figure out what I need to buy and who I need to hire and when I can afford to do it."
"No problem, then. Sounds like you will only need to be outside for an hour or so," replied the snoopy neighbor.
"I think so," responded the naked girl as she slapped her hands down against her thighs in frustration. "But does it really matter how long I'll be outside?"
"Oh yes!" exclaimed Grace. "It matters a great deal. I needed to know if we needed to simply display you or if we needed to expose you to the sun." Grace returned to her self-appointed duty and finally returned with a t-shirt and some jeans. "This should work."
Alana reached for the drawer containing her underwear but Grace quickly reached out and slapped Alana's hand away. "I said this should work."
"Yes Ma'am" responded Alana as she stepped into the cutoff jeans and pulled them up her legs. She snapped the shorts shut and zipped them before trying to select the remainder of her wardrobe. "I think I should wear something on top too."
Grace laughed. "I agree. We have to keep Mr. Franklin healthy. Try this on." Grace held out a t-shirt and Alana breathed a sigh of relief. She could deal with a lack of underwear. But she had been concerned about how her strange neighbor might insist on nudity in a broader setting.
She poked her arms through the t-shirt and let the material flutter down across her belly. But then she watched in horror as Grace produced a pair of scissors. She wanted to protest but never uttered a word as Grace used the scissors to eliminate most of the bottom half of the t-shirt.
"Grace!" protested Alana. "I can't go out there like this!"
"And why not?" asked Grace, innocently.
"I'm indecent!"
"Oh, little one, you are anything but indecent," replied Grace. "You are the most decent thing I have ever seen."
Alana blushed again at the compliment. "That's not what I meant. You knew it wasn't. I meant that I'm too exposed."
"Oh, hush girl," responded Grace. "You're not nearly exposed enough as far as I'm concerned. But at least we've made you acceptable to the prying eyes of the neighborhood. You should be thanking me instead of whining."