Chapter #1I've got this vague feeling... by: Anonegg   Jenna slapped her alarm clock as it began to buzz annoyingly down her ear. With a groan of dismay she pushed herself up onto her elbow. 7am. Damn. Time to get up.
The eighteen year old brunette pushed herself upright so that her legs dangled over the side of the bed. Wearily she rubbed at her eyes. For some reason she hadn't been sleeping well, and she knew that lack of sleep always did weird things to her memory. She made an early morning vow to be extra vigilant today.
She stood up. At 5'7 she was of average height, although her body was curvacious; not quite chubby, but just a little wider than normal. Her double D boobs pulled tightly against the "Winnie the Pooh" t-shirt that was the entirety of her pyjamas. She stood and stretched, the hem of the t-shirt rising to reveal just a hint of her neatly trimmed pubic hair.
As she scratched idly at her perfectly rounded buttocks, Jenna noticed a note taped to her bedroom door. She tore it off and read it.
"Jenna," it said "I got called into work early - major problems with the IT systems. Leave your pyjamas in the hamper, and I've left you fresh socks on the landing. Love mom."
Nervously, Jenna opened her bedroom door and shouted as loud as she could "Hello? Is there anyone there?"
There was no response. Encouraged by this, Jenna pulled her t-shirt over her head, leaving herself completely naked. She dumped it into the laundry hamper in her room as requested, and entered the landing outside. Knowing that the kitchen floor would be cold on her feet, she slipped on the socks left for her - plain, white knee-highs - and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She giggled nervously to herself.
"Look how mature I am." she thought "Strolling naked around the house."
She'd get dressed after breakfast, she told herself. For now she just wanted to enjoy the sensation. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. The wooden chair beneath her felt cold against her bare skin, and her nipples poked teasingly at the edge of the table. She giggled to herself once more.
As Jenna was halfway through the bowl of cereal the kitchen phone rang. She set aside her spoon, stood up and answered the phone.
"Hello?"
"Jenna? It's your mom. Did you get my note?"
"Yeah. T-shirt's in the hamper and I'm wearing the socks right now."
"Oh good. Listen, you should leave the house as soon as you can. The traffic is pretty bad today."
Walking into the hallway (the phone was cordless), Jenna opened up the airing cupboard and, distracted by the conversation, pulled her sneakers out. As she did, she continued talking:
"Did you have trouble yourself?" Jenna asked.
"A little bit. The radio in work is on the traffic channel, though, and it sounds like it's worsening. How close are you to being ready?"
Jenna slipped her feet into the sneakers.
"I'm ready now, actually."
"Well good. Get going now then and I'll see you tonight."
"Okay. Love you mom."
"You too dear."
Click.
Jenna left the phone on the stairs, and rubbed at her eyes. She still felt pretty beat. She wanted nothing more than to go back to bed, slip under the covers and spend an hour or two dreaming. Unfortunately she had a schedule to stick to. But there was something... something didn't feel right, to her. She had the strong sense that she was forgetting something... ah, her handbag! She couldn't believe she'd nearly forgotten something so important.
Wearing nothing but socks, sneakers and a purse, Jenna opened her front door and entered into the world. The day was bright and sunny, so no cold breezes alerted her to her state of undress as she closed the door behind her.
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