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Boxie Carter masterpost

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I saw the Erica masterpost that Viredae created along with the news that Yahoo Groups will be shutting down. I hope I'm not stealing your thunder but I work from home, it's a slow day, and I felt the Boxer Carter stories deserved to be preserved too.
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Introducing Boxie Carter - Part 1

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Introducing Boxie Carter – Part 1

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Oct 30, 2007)

“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Patricia, my friend, asked nervously.

My name is Rebecca Carter, Becky for short, among my family. My friends, however, had somehow mangled the nickname either accidentally or for fun, and started calling me Boxie. Now at school, that is how I am known as … Boxie Carter.

I guess I should describe a little bit about myself before going into detail about the situation I found myself in. You see, just after I turned sixteen, I heard about this girl who went to our high school. Her name was Erica, and I think she graduated a couple of years ago. Well, I heard that she would do all kinds of crazy stunts, like taking off her clothes in class or streaking a football game. But the rumors didn’t stop. One of my friends told me that this Erica girl actually stripped off her gown at graduation and stood up in front of the audience, stark naked!

That’s just unbelievable. I mean, this was beyond pulling the fire alarm or stupid pranks like that. To me, there was something deliciously risky and exciting about running around nude, at school! I started collecting all kinds of bits of information, and the more I learned about this Erica, the more struck I became with this idea.

Yeah, so my name is Boxie. I’m about five foot four or five, not too short but not too tall either. I have long black hair that curls up at the ends, and I have grey eyes. I guess the main thing that really started me thinking about this former student was that just around my sixteenth birthday, I began to start… developing. Now I’ve got these curvy hips, and I’m quite busty in the chest. I’ve noticed more and more of the guys looking at me, and I like that a lot!

I watched Patty shuffle from one foot to the other, waiting for my reply. In her arms, she hugged an empty book-bag close to her chest. Occasionally, she would swing her head around, listening for the footsteps of anyone approaching. I knew she would be the perfect accomplice.

“Yeah, I’m ready…” I answered, trying to sound cool.

In truth, I was getting pretty nervous, and I felt like butterflies were tickling my tummy. It was not an unpleasant feeling, and I would remember this moment of anticipation as one of the reasons I decided to go through with the plan.

My arms twisted in front of me, as I grabbed the bottom of my shirt in opposite hands, pulling the top up my body. The first sensation I recall was my bellybutton coming into view, feeling the bare skin of my smooth stomach exposed. But I didn’t stop there. I hurriedly pulled the shirt the rest of the way, over my head, even clawing at it from the back, to get it off my arms and shoulders. Then, hastily, I handed it to Patricia who stuffed the article of clothing in her bag.

Standing here in the black bra I was wearing, I rubbed my elbows and forearms, looking around myself to make sure we were alone. For the first time, I realized that stripping required one to make important decisions! Do I go for the bra and get topless right away? That didn’t seem right, but somehow, the thought of pulling down my pants right here seemed really naughty. Well, it wouldn’t matter in the end. So closing my eyes, I reached behind my back in order to unhook the bra clasp.

When I quickly pulled this off, I glanced at my friend to see her slightly blushing. Looking down, I watched my own boobies bouncing around uncovered. This was kind of fun! I giggled, and tossed the bra to Patty. Maybe she felt a little uncomfortable, but I knew she was OK doing this and I could trust her.

Now I found the buttons along the front fly of my jeans with my fingers, and wasted no time popping them open. I felt my heart begin to race, and even noticed that my fingers trembled just a little. I had to shake my hips, to slide the jeans lower, ‘cause they were kind of tight and I have a nice round butt. Once they were down my legs, I had to hop on one leg, just to pull the pants off one foot at a time, since I was still wearing shoes. This was kind of awkward. And I had to reach an arm out to maintain some balance, all the while my breasts flopping up and down. Somehow I thought this would be more… graceful?

Finally, I wrestled my jeans off my legs and crumpled them up to give to Patty. Then I did a little turn, my fists curled up beneath my chin so that my elbows blocked my naked boobs. It was almost as if I had to catch my breath. I couldn’t believe I was standing here in just a pair of sneakers and…

“That’s a cute thong, Boxie!” I heard my friend chuckle behind me.

I looked over my shoulder to see her grinning, and then lowered my own eyes to see what little I was wearing. Was I blushing? I don’t know if I felt embarrassed, but there was definitely something happening, causing my whole body to tingle. Slowly, my hands fell to my waist, thumbs hooking into the sides of my thong-styled underwear. Well, this was it! I took a deep breath… and began to peel down my panties.

Actually, I bent at the knees shyly, rolling the delicate black fabric over my thighs. I didn’t want Patty to get an obscene view up my butt-hole, or anything peeking between my legs! The light underwear slid past my calves and ankles easily, and I lifted each heel to remove them completely.

Still in a squatting position, I rubbed a hand up and down my shoulder and arm. I was naked! Reaching backward, my fingers found the discarded panties on the floor. These in hand, I demurely stood up again. But before I turned around to give Patty my last piece of clothing to hold, I automatically covered my hand over my crotch. Maybe self-consciously, or maybe it was just reflex. It seemed kind of funny that I had gone all the way to strip naked, but needed to hide my private parts.

Patricia stuffed my underwear into the book-bag along with the rest of my clothes, and then said, “Maybe you should keep your shoes and socks on… in case you have to make a quick run for it.”

I hadn’t thought of that. In fact, I hadn’t any plans on getting caught. Strangely, the idea sent a chill up my otherwise bare body. I guess her suggestion did make sense, and it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious. So dressed in only a pair of white sneakers, I turned around and started to walk across the room.

We were in the high school gym’s locker room. It was the middle of the day, and the place was completely empty. I had done a lot of research in planning this little episode. It seemed that both gym instructors were occupied for this period, with one being a hall monitor and the other stationed in the cafeteria. Thus, I reasoned, no teachers, no gym classes. It was perfect.

I suppose being in the locker room naked wasn’t that big of a deal. I was even heading over to the empty shower stalls. This was all perfectly normal.

Except we were in the boys’ locker room!

Oh, man… just the thought had been so exciting. And now that I was actually doing it, this was unreal! I jogged the last few feet of distance to the shower heads sticking out of the wall, letting my boobs bounce up and down and feeling my completely bare bottom jiggle. When I reached the end of the room, I placed my palms flat against the tiles and threw my head back. This was great! It was wild, and outrageous, and I loved every moment.

I heard Patty creeping up behind me. Again, I looked over my shoulder to see her clutch the bag tightly. She looked uncertain. I mean, I was the one naked, but I guess she would still be in trouble if we got caught. Better get this over with, I figured.

“Wait a minute,” I said, pausing with a hand on one of the faucets.

Behind me, but off to the side, Patricia asked, “What is it, Boxie?”

I looked up at the stainless steel nozzle looming above my head. Nothing fancy here. My eyes wandered over the tiled wall in front, down to the floor where I was standing, finding the drain not too far away. I thought about the water that would be spouting out, washing over my body.

“I don’t want to get my shoes wet,” I confessed, pouting a little.

Patty’s eyes roamed up and down the side of my nude body and then she remarked, “But that means you’ll be…”

I didn’t let her finish the sentence. Once more, I squatted down so that my fingers could rapidly untie the laces. First one shoe came off, and then the other. I was able to take the toe of each slouch sock I had been wearing, and slip them off my feet. Just as I was about to gather these items and give them to my friend, I found her staring at me with wide eyes.

It was as if the whole situation was finally dawning on her. “Ohmygosh, Boxie… you are, like, totally naked right now… in the boys’ locker room!”

“I know!” I gasped, feeling a little breathless.

Suddenly, I looked down at my chest and notice that my nipples had grown erect. This was new… and a little embarrassing. I mean, I didn’t want Patty to think I was getting turned on.

We both kind of giggled, and then I handed my sneakers to her with the socks balled up and stuffed inside. Damn! And I forgot to cover my pussy this time! I’m sure she caught a glimpse of my little patch of black pubic hair, but as soon as she had the last of my things, I spun around and scurried on my toes back under the showerhead.

After a moment of rearranging the book-bag, Patrica asked, “So are you ready to begin this show?”

Facing the wall, I folded my arms across my chest, hugging my boobies tightly. I wished my nipples hadn’t become suddenly so hard. The front of one foot, I rubbed behind that back of my other leg’s calf. I think my butt cheeks clenched. Maintaining this nude profile, I turned my head to answer my friend.

I saw that the backpack with all my clothes was resting at her feet. In her hand, Patty held a palm-sized digital video camera. It was just as we had planned, only now seeing the small red light that indicated she was recording, I was beginning to have second thoughts.

Shuffling halfway around on the bare heels of my feet, I kept an arm wrapped around my breasts, while slipping the other hand down to hide my pussy.

“Um, Patty… you are sure that you can create those black censor boxes to block out everything?” I asked.

It now seemed a broad smile of excitement spread across her otherwise plain face and she said, “Oh, yeah, totally! You know we can’t upload anything with real nudity to that site.”

Well, she had a point. That did ease my fears a little, and I tried to relax. My toes wiggled on the tiles of the floor.

“Come on, Boxie!” my friend reminded me. “You had better stop wasting any more time…”

All right, this was really it. I nodded my chin, and then gradually moved my arms to my sides. Revealing everything, I stood in all my naked glory. No sense in making it look like I was trying to cover up. Especially since in the edited version, my boobs and crotch would be blocked out. So I took another deep breath, and then turned to face the faucets once more. This time I was determined, and I forcefully twisted the knob to the left.

“Eeeeee!” I squealed as a stream of water hit my tits and bare stomach. “That’s cold!”

I danced up on my toes, letting the water hit my face. Instinctively, my hands reached up, squeezing my breasts. I was shocked at how erect my nipples were, sticking out like darts. Flustered, I reached an arm to my side, searching for the other faucet that would adjust the temperature.

“Don’t turn it too high,” Patty advised. “If you make too much steam, it will be hard to see you…”

“Right,” I sputtered.

So I turned the knob just a little, enough to make the water only lukewarm, but not so uncomfortable. I spun around and raised my head, letting the stream fall on my face, and then slicked back my long dark hair. Again, I stood up on my toes, arms spread out to either side of me like airplane wings. I felt the spray of water hit my back and bare buttocks, little streams running down my ass crack. Once more I shivered, but not because of the cold temperature.

Now that I had gotten comfortable, well, somewhat more comfortable, I stepped around so that my back was facing Patty. I wanted her to get a good shot of my curvy bottom. Looking over my shoulder coyly, I wrapped my arms across the front of my body. Then I slowly turned myself until I was showing my front. I ran my hands up my neck and face, and then locked my fingers behind my head. Playing it up for the video, I shook my tits at the camera.

The shower continued to cascade over me, dripping wet and nude. I lowered my eyes to note the glistening drops on my stomach and legs, a small puddle around my bare feet. Next I shimmied down a little and squeezed my boobies.

"Wow… this is going to be some hot video," my friend commented.

"Uh-huh," was all I could answer, concentrating on my sexy dance.

With one hand teasing my hair above my head, I let my other hand slide between my cleavage and down my stomach. I separated the fingers like a fan, just in front of my pussy. Figuring that this part would be blocked out anyway, I slid a finger inside me, just to see what it was like. It was AMAZING!

I quickly did another spin around, so that Patty wouldn't see me shudder. Was I about to have an orgasm? I hadn't planned on that, and I definitely did not want to masturbate in front of Patty. So I figured I had better not do any more touching. Instead, I glanced over my shoulder and wiggled my butt.

"Can you imagine when the boys find this video online!" I giggled.

Somehow, it didn't seem so bad with Patty watching me from behind the camera lens, as she focused on her filming. "Yeah, but with all the good parts blocked out. You're such a tease, Boxie!"

I continued to do my shower dance, sometimes pausing to stretch and let my hands slide up and down my legs. Sometimes I would slap my butt, or reach up to squeeze one of my breasts. Oh God, I was thankful these titties would have the black box edited over them, 'cause my nipples were positively pointing toward the ceiling! If anyone ever saw me like this, it would be so embarrassing!

“Time to wrap this up,” I announced, turning to face the showerhead.

I stuck my chest out and enjoyed the play of water falling down the front of my body. Then I leaned forward, placing one hand each on the faucets. Simultaneously I twisted the chrome knobs to the right, feeling the spray diminish to a trickle and eventually stop. Still in this pose, with my butt sticking out a little, I winked at Patty and giggled.

Suddenly there was a jarring, scraping noise… followed by a loud bang! I watched my friend jerk her head reflexively to look behind her. I don’t know, out of instinct I guess, I lifted one foot off the floor and raised my hands to cup my boobies.

The next sound that caused my heart to leap in my throat and beat wildly was the chorus of voices. Young male voices!

I should have probably described the layout of the gym and locker room at our school. There is a wide hall that runs down this wing of the building, which ends in the double doors that lead outside to the running track and athletic fields. Along the wall, spaced wide apart, are the doors to the boys and girls locker rooms. When you first walk in, you have to turn around a little corner, and then there are all these benches I guess where the jocks sit and tie on their cleats. The red metal lockers are stacked along the wall, but only students who play on a sports team get their own personal locker.

As you walk through the changing room, you turn around another corner and that’s where the tiles to the shower section starts. No individual stalls, but there is a privacy wall after the last shower head, and just around this is the coach’s office. A small waiting room is set up outside his door with a couple of chairs, and there is another door that opens out into the actual gym itself.

So by the sounds that were drawing closer, it seemed a group of students had entered from the outside hallway and were filing into the changing area. Had the next gym class began already? It couldn’t have, I was sure I had checked the schedule! The voices became clear, and I could just make out words and sentences. This wasn’t a class… these were guys on the football team!

And I was standing stark naked, in the middle of the locker room showers!

Patty, just out of view from beyond the corner, looked around frantically and crept within a couple of inches from me.

“What do we do?” she whispered, clutching the camera.

I covered my boobies and pussy and glanced past my friend. Stupid! She had left the backpack with my clothes sitting on the floor. All the while, the talking and chatting among the football players continued right on the other side of the wall! Instead of springing into action, we kind of froze in panic.

That is, until, one of the boys stepped casually onto the tiles in front of us.

“Hey, there’s someone in here!”

“What? Who?” came the rapid replies, and I could hear bodies shuffling around.

I turned my back, exposing my bare ass, but at least Patty was between the player and me. With a hand still between my legs and an arm slung across my tits, I started to run to the other side of the showers.

“There are two chicks in here…” I heard the guy call out behind me.

“Are they naked?” someone asked.

Well, I didn’t wait to hear the answer. I was already rounding the corner, moving closer to the gym. Oh God, I hoped the coach wasn’t in his office! No, wait, he couldn’t be… I know that he was in a different part of the school this period. This thought must have been in the back of my mind, ‘cause without checking, I just ran into the little side room. Patty soon came stumbling after me.

I was dripping wet and totally nude, plus my nipples were still pretty erect. Embarrassed, I tried to hide this fact by crossing my arms and shoving my hands under my armpits. Of course, this left me exposed below, and looking down I saw beads of water glisten on my tummy and in between my pubic hairs.

My only option now was to run into the gym! I thought about heading back through the locker room, but that would mean squeezing between a mass of these football players. I could picture them pinching me and tickling my bottom, rubbing their hands all over my body… God this was also making me hot! But I couldn’t do that either, so I turned and pressed myself against the door, the way Patty and I had entered earlier.

Thankfully, since there were no classes this period, the expanse of the hardwood floor was empty. Not waiting to see if Patty was with me, I streaked out into the middle of the basketball court. Looking back, I saw that the only problem was I was leaving a trail of water behind me, and vague slippery prints left my bare feet. This was too much! To be naked in the locker room was one thing, but now I was standing in the center of my high school gymnasium without any clothes on!!

When the door to the boys' locker room opened again, I dropped down in a crouch, wrapping my arms around my shoulders. Strings of wet hair fail in my face, down my back. But I saw with relief it was only Patty come scampering in my direction to stand over me. This all happened pretty quickly, but I felt like I was moving in slow motion. My friend reached down to grab me by an arm, and lifted me to my feet.

"Come on!" she said urgently.

I just let her pull me along across the gym, my bare breasts flopping around. The moisture that collected on my body flew off as we ran, and of course my hair was still dripping. Then I realized that we were headed for the bleachers looming out from the wall decorated with pennants and other signs of our school spirit. It was here that we ran around, and Patty showed me that we could fit just beneath the bleachers.

My heart racing with the rush of adrenaline, yet also a thrill of excitement, I dropped to the floor. I was able to peer through the space between the seating planks. Just then, the locker room door opened again, and a handful of guys poured into the gym!

"Be absolutely quiet," Patty whispered.

But she didn't have to tell me twice. I don't think I even breathed!

Five of the football players started scoping out the gym. They found my trail of water and puddle easy enough. But I guess flailing about as I ran the rest of the way, must have sprayed droplets in all different directions. Still, I self-consciously twisted the wet strands of my hair over my shoulder. I hoped the boys wouldn't investigate much further, and track me down hiding under the bleachers.

After a few minutes, another guy emerged from the locker room. This was the captain of the team, maybe, as he barked at his players to get back inside. Finally I was able to relax, seeing the male students give up their search and return through the door.

I had been kneeling and leaning forward anxiously as I watched the boys roam around the court, waiting to see if I would be discovered. Once they all left the gym, I slumped down, landing on my ass, legs spread apart. I looked up to regard Patricia with a small chuckle.

"That was close!" I said with an exhalation of relief.

Then I lowered my eyes and saw that in all the excitement and running around, my pussy lips had unexpectedly opened up. Quickly, I stretched an arm down, palm covering my crotch. Patty fidgeted and looked away awkwardly, trying not to stare at my naked body. It was then I noticed that she had her camera in her other hand.

"Are you… still recording this?" I asked seeing the red light above the lens.

My friend held her arm out to examine the video camera, which was more or less pointed at me. "Oh, right… sorry, Boxie. In the rush to get out of there, I forgot to turn it off."

I curled my knees up, hugging them in front of my chest. "So you can turn the camera off now, right, Patty?"

"Oh, sure… of course!" she stammered, apparently mesmerized by the fact that I was sitting beneath the bleachers of our gym, fully naked! "Don't worry, we can edit out all that extra stuff."

Satisfied when the power was shut off, I inclined my head thoughtfully. "I don't know. This went a lot farther than I had expected. Maybe I should just get dressed and forget about the whole thing."

"Get dressed?" my friend asked, bewildered all of a sudden, as she scanned the area.

Nervously, I started to get to my feet. "What's the matter, Patricia? Didn't you bring the bag with you?"

My friend continued to swivel her head, looking everywhere on the floor but not directly at me. “Oh gosh, Boxie, I am so sorry! I was just holding onto the camera for dear life… I totally forgot about the backpack!”

“You forgot?” I squealed, hugging my body tighter. “Well, you’re going to have to go back in there and get my clothes!”

Patty glanced over her shoulder and asked, “In the boys’ locker room? By myself? I don’t think I could do that…”

“Why not, at least you’re dressed!” I replied shifting from one foot to the other, one hand still cupping my pussy, ashamed by my own words.

She nodded her head and answered, “OK, don’t worry… I’ll get your clothes back. Just stay here… don’t go anywhere.”

Great, where was I supposed to go? I guess I should be thankful that she at least brought me to this hiding place. I can’t imagine if I had to run through the school bare-assed naked. Patty started to back away, and then she headed out onto the gymnasium court. Turning to look through the spaces between the tiered seating, I watched her run toward the locker room door. She paused, and then switched gears to run toward the opposite side of the gym. Damn, what was she doing!

Well, it seemed my friend decided to take a different approach. Biting my fingernails in anticipation, I was just able to view her move to the larger doors that opened out into the hall. I guess she was going to wait until the football players came out of the locker room. What a chicken. It’s not like she was the one who had taken off all her clothes. Still, I suppose she would have some explaining to do, and that might be a little embarrassing.

I casually raised my arm to glance at my watch… except I wasn’t wearing a watch! Not even a bracelet or piece of jewelry. It was just me, absolutely bare from head to toe. And I was worried… what if the players weren’t going outside, but instead came back into the gym? And here I was all alone. I also struggled to remember what the rest of the afternoon schedule looked like, when the next Phys Ed class was going to arrive.

At that moment, the thought struck me that my hair must be a mess. I hadn’t had a chance to comb it out properly. Although it was drying, it was probably stringy and leaving split-ends. Damn, if you’re going to get caught naked, you want to at least look good naked. Self-consciously, I pulled my long hair over my shoulder and tried to smooth the tresses out with my hands. I had returned to a kneeling position, and the curve of my butt cheeks rested on my bare heels. Also, I was aware of the hardwood floor beneath my toes.

It was amazing the sensations you felt, not wearing any clothes. I had to secretly admit, my whole body felt alive. And of course, my nipples remained very erect. I just hoped, Patty would return soon with my stuff, before I did anything inappropriate. I mean, I had never masturbated in school before, and I certainly did not want to start now!

Then I realized, that I had an incredible opportunity here. Obviously, I had never been naked in school like this, and never in the school’s gymnasium. But I was alone… it seemed the boys were not going to be heading back out here, they probably needed to run some drills outside on the field. Slowly, I lowered myself all the way to the floor. I was able to stretch out fully, lying on my back, staring up at the underside of the bleachers above me. My bottom felt nice on the smooth polished hardwood floor.

So nice, in fact, that I wondered devilishly how my front would feel! I closed my eyes and slowly turned over on my side. Then, pushing off my hip, I gently rolled onto my stomach. At first the floor was cool, but delightful, and a small coo escaped my lips. My toes arched initially, almost like I was going to do push-ups, but then I slid them down so that the soles of my bare feet faced up. I stretched my arms all the way out in front of me, fingers spread apart like a fan. My palms were flat on the ground, as I lay my cheek against the wood. Of course, my boobs were squished a bit and also sensitive to the touch, as was my most girly part unused to making contact with this strange surface. My ass began to wiggle.

"Boxie, you're dirty…"

With my butt still sticking up, I opened my eyes to see Patty standing behind me. Oh God this was so embarrassing! All I could think was to shove both my arms beneath my body, reaching between my legs so that my hands could partially obscure the view.

"I wasn't doing anything!" I cried.

Patty, kind of averting her eyes, then said, "No, I mean your feet… the water from the shower, and then walking across the floor… the bottoms of your feet are dirty. Plus, hiding here on the floor, you probably got grime and other stuff all over you."

I almost giggled, thinking how close I had been to really doing something dirty. "Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to wait until I get home before I take another shower!"

Rolling over again, I sat up on my bottom and pulled my knees up to my chest. I saw that Patty had the backpack open, and like a good friend, was already picking out my clothes to hand to me. The first thing I did was slip my bra back on, so I could finally get these boobies and nipples covered up!

After I had put on the rest of my underwear, I stood up and asked Patty, "So did the guys give you a hard time?"

"Well, they let me have the bag back," she started and I saw she was wringing her hands uncomfortably. "But they made me give them the camera…"

I hopped up and down on my toes so I could squeeze the tight jeans over my hips. "So, um, you let them have your digital video camera, so you could return my clothes to me? That was sweet of you."

Buttoning up the front of my jeans, I bent down to pull on my socks. After being naked for as long as I was, it felt weird to have fabric on my skin again. I noticed that my friend had not commented or said anything. And then I had sudden thought.

"You took out the tape, first, didn't you!" I gasped.

Patty flailed her arms about in protest. "No! How could I have known? I didn't know what to expect… I just waited outside their locker room and approached them when they came out. The guys were asking me a lot of questions… I didn't know what to tell them!"

My mouth hung open for a moment, I could picture the boys watching the playback of my nudie dance. "Patty, you didn't…"

"Look, Boxie, they said the bag with your clothes was in their possession, and they would only return it to me in exchange for the camera. I figured you didn't want to spend the rest of the day naked and hiding!"

I shivered a little, still standing in my bra, and then lowered my eyes. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Besides," Patty gave me a small smile, "They said they would get in touch with us about giving the camera back, too. I'm sure they just want to have a good laugh, jerk off a little. No harm done…"

I had to giggle, the way my friend phrased it like that. The idea of guys stroking themselves while watching me had become a secret fantasy of mine. Finally, I pulled on my top and stepped into my sneakers. With a sigh, I realized there was not much I could do about it. Like Patty said, I'm sure nothing would come of it.

Little did I know, high school was just about to get very interesting.
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Introducing Boxie Carter – Part 2

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Oct 30, 2007)

I should have mentioned that I recently started a part-time job at the Wendy's fast food place in my neighborhood. Usually I worked weekend hours. But once a month I would be scheduled for the Friday late night shift. Well, I guess technically that was the weekend, too. Since we were open late, like 'till one or two in the morning, that was practically Saturday!

When this happened, I would get home from school in the afternoon, grab something to eat and then take a nap. Someone in my family would drop me off around 8:00 pm. One of my co-workers would give me a drive home.

So on the Friday following the shower incident, I found myself looking at my watch, to see that it was already half past midnight. I had to drink a couple of cups of coffee to keep me awake, but now I was buzzing with caffeine energy. My co-workers had noted this, and sent me to mop the floors around the eating area. This was pretty easy, because there was absolutely nobody here, no customers to get in my way.

"All done!" I announced, pulling the bucket on wheels and the mop back behind the counter.

Three co-workers were on duty with me tonight. Courtney was a cute blonde, sweet personality, and a little shorter than me. Then there was Joshua, a tall lanky boy with glasses. I guess his friends probably called him Josh, but he always seemed so serious, so I called him Joshua. The other girl was Jessica, with long curly red hair, tied back in a ponytail like Courtney and me. She was kind of skinny and taller than me, and she also wore glasses. Jessica had been working at this Wendy's the longest, so she tended to be pretty bossy.

She wasn't the real boss of course. That would be George, the night manager, a guy in his twenties, working his way through college. He was friendly, but overweight, probably from eating too many bacon cheeseburgers. George was mild-mannered and tended to keep to himself, letting us come to him if we had a problem.

Jessica watched me drag the mop and bucket to the supply closet, then said, "All right, Rebecca, you can cover the drive through window."

"Her name is Boxie," Courtney spoke up on my behalf. "Why don't you call her by her real name?"

The older red-headed girl wrinkled her nose. "What kind of name is Boxie? And that's not her real name, it's not what is says on her name tag!"

"Maybe I could get that changed," I giggled.

Jessica faced me with her hands on her hips. "Just put on the headset and get over by the window."

"What's the rush?" I teased, sauntering behind the counter with a wiggle in my hips. "No one is going to pull up at this hour."

"You never know," Courtney laughed. "Someone might get the late-night munchies, right Josh?"

The boy had been quietly minding his own business, reading a magazine by the far end of the counter. I guess it was tough being the only guy working with three females. Especially when two of them were really cute! Well, there was George, but he was always hiding out in his office. I wondered what he did in there.

Joshua pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and answered, "Yeah, maybe…"

Courtney and I shared a secret giggle. Meanwhile, Jessica had folded her arms and was tapping her foot impatiently.

"Oh all right!" I said in a huff, and then went to take the headphone and microphone set.

Fitting these onto my head, I adjusted the equipment to a comfortable position. Then I climbed into the box-like compartment that had a window facing outside, next to where the electronic menu board and speaker were placed. On the side of the station was a basic computer interface where I could enter in the orders. I had done drive-through before, but never during one of the few late shifts I had covered.

As expected, it was dead quiet. I could even hear the crickets chirping outside. Apparently, there was not a single automobile in the area. So Courtney and I continued to gab and gossip, even though we were separated by like fifteen feet and Jessica was in between us.

Finally, after about twenty minutes, a car rolled up toward the window. I was actually startled at the sound of tires rolling up the pavement outside. There was the usual pause, giving the customers a moment to figure out what they wanted, and I listened to the engine idling. It must have been a nice car, the way it was purring in the night.

"Welcome to Wendy's," I finally said with the customary smile on my face. "How may I take your order?"

There was another pause, and then a young male's voice.

"Completely naked."

I blinked, not quite believing that I heard correctly. Placing my hand to the earpiece, I looked over my shoulder to see if the other girls heard. Of course they couldn't, the customer using the speaker outside would go directly into my headset. I squirmed a little on my counter stool and fidgeted with my uniform shirt.

"Excuse me?" I replied. "Could you repeat that?"

The voice returned, "We would rather you repeat your locker room performance. Is this Boxie Carter?"

"Um, yes…" I answered foolishly.

"Then I think you know what this is about," continued the young man. "We have something in our possession, which you would probably like very much to have back."

"The camera!" I whispered harshly into the microphone.

I tried not to make it seem like there was any problem, or stir any commotion. Again, I looked over my shoulder. Jessica had disappeared into the kitchen, and she would be waiting to receive the order. Courtney and Joshua were at their registers.

The customer outside went on saying, "So far only a few members of the team have watched the tape. It's very hot. But I don't think you want us to distribute it around the entire high school, right?"

"You brought the camera with you?" was all I could ask.

"Yes, we have the camera. And we would like to give it back to you tonight, but you just have to do one thing for us."

My heart was beating fast, my eyes were wide and I licked my lips. "What do I have to do?"

"We would like three number four combos, please, and an extra order of onion rings," the boy said placing his request. "And we would like you to bring the food out to our car in the parking lot. After you have taken off all your clothes."

I quickly punched in the order, stalling for time, giving myself time to think. At least that would keep Jessica busy at the grill. Nervously, I adjusted my visor cap and the headset again.

"Will that be all," I asked aloud, to make it sound like everything was normal.

"Did you hear our instructions clearly? I know these speakers can be pretty crappy."

I tried to look out the window, but it was hard to make out who was in the car. "Um, all right, so if… like, if I sneak into to the bathroom and take off my uniform, I can slip outside and bring you the food."

There was a noise of static, and the voice said, "You want the camera and the tape back, right?"

"Yes, of course!" I agreed in earnest. I would be so embarrassed if the whole school saw the unedited video.

"Then listen carefully, Boxie. You will go to the women's restroom now and take off your uniform… your complete uniform; and your underwear, bra and panties. And take off your shoes and socks."

"But…" I started, only to hear more static in my ear.

Then the voice returned, "All right, you can keep on the hat. That will be cute."

"Thanks," I muttered, not realizing that I had placed my fingers lightly on my crotch.

"So after you strip naked," he continued pleasantly as if this was part of his order, "You walk back into the restaurant. Take the food from your co-worker, and then bring it outside to our car. Then you will get the camera back."

"Oh my God! Wait…" I started, excited and afraid at the same time. "How do I know it's really who you say you are? How do I know you even have the camera, or if this is just some prank!"

After another pause, and some more static, the guy said that they would send one of the football players into the Wendy's. He would give me a salute to signal that everything was cool. And then it was up to me to do the rest, if I ever wanted to get Patty's camera back.

There was nothing more to negotiate, so I simply replied, "Thank you… um, please pull up to the register window."

I hopped off the stool and walked back into the counter area. Courtney was already behind the other window, waiting to take their money. Again, I fidgeted with the headset, and then finally took the damn thing off. Just then, the glass doors to the lobby opened, and in walked a guy who went to our high school.

He was about six feet tall and nicely built, wearing the school's varsity football jacket. I knew immediately who it was. Chad, the captain of the football team! I almost fainted, but I was frozen to the spot where I stood behind the counter. He casually walked over to the other end, up to Joshua's register.

As the younger guy began to take his order, Chad smoothly looked in my direction. Our eyes met. He gave me a wink and a smirk, then a snappy little salute that no one else would have seen. That was it, the sign that this was for real!

Now I had some decisions to make, and had to make them fast! My fingers trembled, and I nervously fumbled with the buttons on my uniform shirt. Of course I could refuse to go through with this. I was being blackmailed. I could tell someone, report these jokers to the principal or the police. But then, I was being blackmailed with something I shouldn't have been doing in the first place. So the question was, deep down, did I want to go through with this?

I don't think Chad took his eyes off me the whole time he was standing there. God, was he seducing me? If I did what the other football player asked, then he would see me naked, every inch. I realized that I wanted him to see me naked. I mean that would be so hot!

But that would also mean other people, like my co-workers and maybe other customers or the other football players, they would all see me totally nude. I pulled my bottom lip between my thumb and forefinger, thinking what to do.

"Excuse me," I finally said to no one in particular, as I lowered my head and walked out from behind the counter.

Keeping my eyes on the floor, I didn't even bother to look at Chad as I passed right by him. I wondered if his heart was beating as fast as mine. Over the shiny, freshly mopped tiles I moved, rounding the corner and shuffling between tables. The restrooms were down at the other side of the fast-food joint.

As soon as I ducked inside the ladies room, I quickly began unbuttoning my shirt. OK, like, so I was about to strip buck-naked at the place where I work. I tried not to think about it, as my hands unbuckled my belt and I pulled my pants down my legs. This was just something I needed to do, in order to get back Patty's video camera. How much more embarrassing would it be, if that tape was uploaded or e-mailed to everybody at school! I lifted each foot out of the black uniform shoes, stepping on the sides and kicking them off.

Then I was able to step completely out of my pants, which had crumpled around my feet. Leaning against the wall, I raised my knee so that I could reach down and pull off my socks one at a time. Without missing a beat, I reached my hands behind my back and unclasped my bra, letting it fall forward off my shoulders and then to the ground. I took a deep breath, thumbs hooked into my panties. This now seemed all too familiar. With a wiggle and a shake, I peeled the elastic down my curvy hips, bending over to take them down to my ankles.

Naked, I stepped over to the mirror and stood up on my bare toes. I was able to see in the reflection my bare breasts bouncing, and just beneath my navel. My hands reflexively reached for the visor cap that was part of the uniform, but then I remembered that I was told I could keep this on. As I prepared to walk back out into the restaurant, I dropped one hand to cover my crotch.

My pubic hair grew naturally just above my pussy. It started as a narrow strip of curly black hair and then spread out as it went higher, like an upside-down triangle. I wouldn't really call it a full bush, more like a patch. And I didn't have to do much grooming, that was just the way it came in. The only thing was, my pussy lips were left visible, especially when I was excited. This was something I only recently started to notice.

So very conscious of everything that would be on display, I pushed open the bathroom door with one hand, and then immediately lowered it in order to completely hide my frontal nudity. In this fashion, I stepped out into the eating area. Good, it was still empty! I looked around just to make sure, and skipped forward, trying to keep my tits from jiggling. There was nothing I could do about my bouncing bare ass.

When I first jogged around the corner, my eyes went to the end register. But Chad must have already taken his order and left! I found myself staring face to face with Joshua. We both froze, my arms still lowered in front of my body. I had bent a knee forward and lifted the heel of one foot off the ground. He could see that I was totally nude. Oh God, he was just looking at me, taking in the sight of my bare skin and curves!

Courtney was the next to catch notice of me and she squealed, "Boxie, what are you doing?"

Her voice drew my attention, and I saw that she had the bags of food and the cardboard tray for the drinks placed out on the counter. This was my chance to act, and hurry to get this over with. Forgetting about my male co-worker, I shuffled right up to the middle of the counter on the tips of my toes.

"Don't worry… this is something I have to do," I tried to explain, but it came out a bit breathless.

Reaching for the tray first, I was able to lift and carry it in one hand, allowing me to sling that arm across my boobies and hide my pink nipples. My other hand snatched the bag, fingers curling around the top, and pulled this close to my body. I definitely did not want Jessica to see my pussy!

However, as soon as I turned, she would get a good look at my totally bare backside.

"Rebecca, what the Hell are you up to!" I heard our bossy co-worker exclaim.

Looking shyly over my shoulder, I saw that Jessica had just returned from the grill and was behind the counter with Courtney and poor Joshua.

"Just bringing the food out to the customer," I squeaked.

Then I ran toward the entrance, pushing my shoulder into the glass door. Before my co-workers could even think to stop me or do anything else, I streaked outside of my neighborhood Wendy's… completely naked! I couldn't believe what a rush this was!

Unfortunately, as soon as I hit the cool nighttime air, my body reacted accordingly. Also, because I had those icy drinks cradled next to my chest, the effect was that my nipples grew extremely erect, even pointing to the sky. Looking up, I saw that it was a full moon out, as my own curvy bottom came bouncing down the concrete pavement. The parking lot was brightly lit, so I had absolutely no concealment. At least the bag of food kept my lower body warm.

There was a beep of a car horn that made me jump. I spun around, and saw the lone car in the parking lot. It had to be them. An arm reached out the driver side window and waved to me. Oh God, this was it! And I could feel my pussy tingling as I turned in their direction.

Quickly, I hopped over the landscaped and manicured grass. But as soon as I reached the asphalt pavement, I had to move more slowly on my bare feet. I guess that was why they made me take off my shoes and socks too, so they could get a good long look at me as I approached their car. As embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but swing my hips, walking right up to the sporty vehicle.

I had to bend down a little to look inside the lowered window, and said sarcastically, "Here is your food, sir!"

"So, we finally get to meet the one and only Boxie Carter, in person," the young man said, making no attempt to take the food. "Boxie… is that even your real name?"

I had lowered the tray of drinks to the open window, and leaned down giving them a clear view of my naked cleavage. "It's a nickname…"

"Yeah, that's cute. My name is Todd."

"Hi, Todd…" I giggled.

"Did you remember the extra onion rings?" one of the guys in the back seat, leaned forward, sticking his face next to the driver's seat headrest.

From my waist down, I was hidden by the door panel. So I gripped the top of the bag with their food in one hand, and lifted it up so they could see. I was standing so close, I think my parts may have touched the side of the car. With a small gasp, I reached my arm through the window and watched them take the paper bag.

"Come on man, share the rings!" said one of the other players in the back seat.

The driver, Todd, then took the tray from the window, and passed the drinks back to his buddies. I was left with nothing, standing there stark naked. Shyly, I brought my hands up to cover my breasts. When I felt my nipples tickle my palms, oh God, I realized how hard they were!

"Um, so you are going to let me have the camera, right?" I asked after a minute.

Todd leaned across the passenger seat, apparently searching for something on the floor. In a moment, he sat back up, and I saw that he had the silver and black video camera in his palm. I asked him if the tape was in there, too.

"It's all there," he smiled, holding it out for me to take.

Quickly, I grabbed the camera with both hands and cradled it to my chest. Having it safely in my possession, I was able to breath a sigh of relief. Then I gave the young man a small smile. Lowering one hand, I teasingly traced a circle around my bellybutton.

"So, did you like what you saw on the tape?" I couldn't help but ask.

Todd regarded me for a moment, and then said, "The tape was all right. But it's not the same as having you right here in the flesh, so to speak. How about you turn around for us, Boxie?"

Well, I was feeling kind of grateful just to have the camera back. How could I refuse? I stood up on my toes, and closed my eyes, then slowly turned around. With my back facing the side of the car, I dropped my arms completely. I felt like I was floating on air.

"You've got a sweet ass," I heard the football player remark. "Like two perfect circles… like two basketballs next to one another."

I giggled at the boy's metaphor. Or was that a simile? Whatever it was called, the thought of these guys checking out my backside was making me hot. I licked my lips, and then opened my eyes…

And found Chad, the captain of the football team, standing in front of me!

I looked up into his face, my eyes wide in shock and embarrassment. Lowering them, I looked down the entire length of my naked body. He could see everything! My hands and arms didn't even move to cover, I just had my tits sticking out… oh, oh, and my pussy like totally on display!

"That's a nice camera," he said smoothly. "You should call us in a couple of years."

And then he calmly walked around me. I shyly glanced over my shoulder, to see him get into the car on the passenger's side. Instinctively, I took a couple of barefoot steps forward, closer to the Wendy's. The engine started behind me, and I watched then pull back and then speed out of the parking lot. I was left standing there for a moment, fully nude, and clutching Patty's camera.

For some reason, I suddenly felt very humiliated. I don't know what I expected. Part of me had hoped they would have offered me a ride home. I kind of felt like I had given them a nudie show, both on the tape and now in person, and I got nothing out of it. Call them in a couple of years… they were probably laughing at me!

Well, I realized I needed to get back inside, get dressed, and probably forget this whole thing. Of course, as I jogged forward, I was conscious of my firm bare breasts bouncing up and down, and it did feel nice as I ran barefoot through the grass. We would be closing up soon, I thought, approaching the entrance.

Once I stepped into the lobby, Jessica was waiting there and I could see she was furious.

"You slut!" she accused me with a shaking finger. "You… you… took off your clothes so you could screw those jocks!"

"What? No!" I cried, stopped dead in my tracks.

The red-haired girl continued, "Look at you, Rebecca! You're all naked!"

Hearing her remind me of this in front of my co-workers made me squeal, "It's not what it seems! They made me to it… I needed to get back…"

"You should be ashamed of yourself!" Jessica persisted. "You're showing off everything!"

That caused me to look down past my stomach and between my legs, and I saw what she was talking about. I then looked up and saw that Joshua behind the counter was staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"Quit looking at me!" I cried.

Using both hands to cover my crotch, I turned and ran toward the eating area. My bare feet slapped across the tiles as I headed for the restroom. A few moments later, I emerged around the corner… still nude, with arm hanging over my boobies and one hand still in front of my pussy.

"Where are my clothes?" I looked directly at Jessica.

She only folded her arms and smirked. "Serves you right. Since you want to go running around bare-assed, I took them out back and tossed them in the dumpster!"

I couldn't believe I had just heard that. All my clothes… thrown away? My face must have expressed such shock and humiliation, because Courtney had walked out from behind the counter and placed an arm around me.

"Don't feel bad, Boxie," the petite blonde said. "If I had a body like yours, I wouldn't mind running around with my clothes off either."

"Thanks," I smiled weakly at the girl.

At that moment, the night manager George came shuffling out of his office, through the kitchen, and headed straight for the line of registers.

"What's going on out here!" he sounded half-annoyed, half-curious.

Fortunately, I had just enough time to grab Courtney and pull her in front of me. As I mentioned, she is a little shorter than me, so my bare shoulders were totally in view. But the rest of my frontal nudity was concealed. Although my nipples brushed the back of her uniform shirt, and I held her close enough that I was practically grinding my crotch into her ass…

"Jessica threw away my clothes!" I shouted.

"Boxie took off her clothes!" Jessica said, nearly at the same time. At least she used my nickname.

"Please don't fire me," I squeaked, gripping Courtney's shoulders tightly.

George himself seemed rather confused. He slowly moved his girth around the corner, and stepped into the lobby. He approached cautiously, I guess wanting to assure me that he wasn't going to try anything. Courtney remained between us.

"Boxie… you're not wearing any clothes?" George asked.

"No, sir," I replied. "I'm naked."

"Completely," my modesty shield, Courtney nodded her head, as if trying to be helpful.

George washed a hand over his usually jovial face. "You know, I really don't want to know what you girls were up to out here. It's a good thing no customers showed up… we could have been in a lot of trouble."

"I think you should fire her," Jessica said in a snotty tone of voice.

George only looked back and answered, "That's enough from you. And I suppose Boxie's uniform is completely ruined? You know the spare uniforms go out to the cleaners at the end of the week."

The red-haired taller girl smiled triumphantly. "Gee, that's too bad."

Shaking his head, our night manager returned behind the counter. Courtney turned her face to look at me, and with my head looking over her shoulder, our cheeks kind of pressed together. It was sort of odd, holding her so close while I was nude. I mean, I don't think of her in that kind of way, but, I was pretty horny.

Next thing I knew, George had pulled out a dark blue apron and tossed it over the counter. It landed about a foot in front of my blonde co-worker. Reflexively, she crouched down so she could pick it up.

"Courtney!" I squealed, lifting up a knee and bringing my hands to my breasts.

"Oops, sorry!" she said, standing back up and turning around to face me. "Let me get this over you, Boxie…"

"Oh my God…" was all I could say as we stood toe to toe in front of our co-workers and she draped the apron over my head.

Once the durable fabric fell down across my body, Courtney reached around to tie the apron strings behind my back. It was almost like she was giving me a hug or something! I just spread my arms out at either side, allowing her the room to knot the ends together. If she wanted too, she could have cupped my buttocks or tickled my bare butt. Although I don't know why she would want to do that.

When Courtney stepped away from me again, I looked down to confirm that the apron did cover my boobs. More importantly, it came down to my knees, so I wasn't showing my crotch. However, my back and bottom was totally exposed, but at least no one was behind me. With my bare shoulders, lower legs and feet, I figured it was easy to tell that I was nude beneath the apron. But I guess this would have to do until I got home.

And then I remembered, how was I supposed to get home! Early in the evening, I told my mom that I would catch I ride back with one of my co-workers. Well, I later learned that her older brother would be picking up Courtney, and I did not want him to see me wearing only an apron! And asking Jessica was out of the question, since we were not on the best of terms. That only left Joshua.

After George returned to the registers to count the receipts and the girls went about closing down the kitchen, I called Joshua over to the side. Finding a seat in the corner, my bare bottom stuck to the vinyl as I sat down. I crossed my legs and had the boy sit across from me.

"Listen, Josh, I'm sorry that I yelled at you before," I started.

God, this was so embarrassing! I wasn't even attracted to this guy, but still, sitting in front of him, naked except for this apron made me shiver. He couldn't take his eyes off of me. I folded my arms across my chest, just to make sure nothing peeked out.

So I continued, "Do you, um, think you can drive me home? It's not that far…"

"Sure!" the teenager answered rather quickly. "Let me just get my things!"

Well I guess Joshua was finished for the night, and I certainly did not want to hang around to meet Courtney's brother, or get into further trouble with Jessica. When he got back with his jacket and keys, I could see he was waiting politely for me to get up from the table.

"That's all right," I motioned with a hand. "You go ahead…"

Polite as he was, I was sure the boy just wanted to check out my ass from behind! As it turned out, he was a perfect gentleman during the ride home. We didn't speak much, so he left me alone with my private thoughts. So much had happened to me in these past couple of days! I no longer knew if I was ashamed, or if I secretly enjoyed being naked. My toes wiggled on the floor mats of the back seat of Joshua's car. I knew that my parents would be asleep because it was so late, and I had said that someone would drop me off. The front door would be left open for me.

I had first decided to get in the back seat, because I didn't want Joshua to try anything or get distracted. Now I realized that the interior was pretty dark. As I said, after giving him the straightforward directions, we didn't really talk for the remainder of the trip. So I quietly untied the strings of the apron behind my back. I slid down in the seat a little, and then completely took off the apron!

"We're here," Joshua said as he pulled up in front of my driveway.

I was totally nude in the back seat of his car, and he had no idea! Scooting forward so that I was practically kneeling, I pressed against the back of the driver's seat. I stuck my head on the other side of the headrest, enough to look over Joshua's shoulder.

"Would you just do me one more favor?" I asked sweetly.

Without turning to face me, or glance in the rearview mirror, he looked straight ahead and answered, "Sure… whatever you need, Boxie."

"Bring the apron back to work for me!" I giggled.

And before he could react, I opened up the driver's side back door and leaped out of the car. It was the middle of the night, and absolutely no one else around, so I ran stark naked up to my house! God, what a rush! I guess Joshua might have turned to look out the window, and he would have seen my bouncing ass. He deserved that much. Although, he still had to get out of the car and close the back door behind me. Leaving the apron on the seat for him to find, and wonder if I had done the whole ride in the nude.

I was just glad to be back home, and I gleefully sank into the comfort of my bed, safely inside my room. I had brought Patty's camera back with me of course, I wouldn't have forgotten that little item! Overall, it was a pretty amazing adventure and I would say things didn't turn out as badly as they could have. This left me feeling relieved, but also encouraged.

Now what trouble to get into next…

THE END
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Re: Boxie Carter masterpost

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The Pizza Delivery

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Dec 2, 2007)

On a day that we had off from school, I decided to take a little walk to the local pizza parlor. I made sure that I was wearing a very pretty dress, which I had recently bought. It was light blue and had pink and orange floral prints. Low cut, there was a tie string just in the middle in front of my chest, and was otherwise held up by a pair of thin shoulder straps. I'd say it came down to just about my knee, but the breezy fabric flowed and bounced playfully, showing off a lot of leg as I walked.

When I reached the shop, it occurred to me that it might be fun to untie the string and "accidentally" let the straps fall off my shoulders, dropping the dress in front of everyone. That would be so awesome, because I wasn't even wearing a bra! But I had other plans today, so as soon as I walked through the door, I slid behind one of the table booths before anyone at the counter could see me.

Slowly, I turned my head, peeking just over the booth in front of me. It was unoccupied, although I could see there were a few people sitting further ahead, and a couple more standing by the refrigerator where they kept the bottled drinks. I heard the door open behind me, and glanced over my shoulder to see a lady with her kids enter and head toward the pick-up counter.

That was when I saw him, this guy that I was trying to get to notice me. He was like eighteen or something, and this would be his last year at my school. I recently heard that he worked part time at this pasta joint, but I needed to confirm. And there he was, in his cute little apron, taking the pie out of the oven, placing it in the cardboard box for the customer.

I ducked back down in my booth before he would see me sitting here. For some reason, my tummy fluttered, and I giggled at the thought of me spying on him. A while longer I waited, until I heard the phone ring in the back, people calling in their orders. Taking a look over the seat again, I saw the manager, a bald guy with a mustache, come out with a piece of paper.

"Sal, I need you to run a delivery for me," I watched him talk to the young man whose back was turned away from me.

Perfect! This is what I wanted to find out. That this place did do deliveries, and Sal would be the one making the run.

Now it was time to put the next part of my plan into action. Turning around quickly, my long black hair swished over my shoulder. I slid my legs across the vinyl upholstery and hurried for the door. I don't think anyone was aware of my secret surveillance. Reminding myself to remain calm, I had to keep from running, and instead walked through the parking lot of the strip mall, and onto the sidewalk. This part of the neighborhood was actually closer to my friend Patricia's house. I would be there in less than ten minutes.

When my friend greeted me at the door I exclaimed, "Patty, I am so excited!"

"You really should let me know when you want to come over," she frowned at me. "I was hoping to catch up on some reading…"

"Is anyone else home?" I asked, trying to look past her into the house.

"No," Patricia answered. "It's the middle of the day. My parents are at work."

Abruptly, I pushed my way forward practically forcing the girl to step aside. "That's perfect!"

I found their little dining room area, just off the main entrance. There was a round wooden table covered with a white cloth, and I threw my purse on one of the chairs. Then I looked around, taking measure of the room and going over my plans in my head.

"What are you doing here anyway, Boxie?" Patty seemed still flustered by my surprise visit.

"Help me move this table, will you?" I asked, grabbing one edge with both my hands.

Even as she did as I asked, she said, "You're up to something…"

"We just need to get it out of the room, so it can be seen from the front door," I explained.

It didn't take very long, as it was only a few feet out into the entry foyer. I gauged the distance from the table to the door and was satisfied. Then I scoped around for the telephone.

"Do you mind if I make a quick call?" I smiled at my friend.

Patty only shook her head, but pointed me toward the kitchen. "Sure, go ahead. Is anything wrong?"

"Nope," I giggled, "I just need to order a pizza!"

"But I'm not hungry!" Patty protested.

After I finished placing the order, I walked back out of the kitchen and said, "Neither am I."

Then I told Patty that there was this great guy who worked at the Pizza Parlor, and I wanted him to deliver the pie so I could get a chance to meet him.

"All this trouble just to talk to someone you like?" she asked, still not comprehending.

Of course, there was more to it than that. I wanted to get Sal to notice me. I wanted to try something crazy, so he would never forget me. Back on the chair, I found my purse and took out a box of playing cards. I shuffled them into my hand, and began dealing them out on the table.

"What… what exactly is going on?" Patty was soon behind me, looking over my shoulder.

I could hear in the tremble in her voice that she was starting to get excited as much as she was unsure. I was excited, too. Once again, I checked that from the open doorway, you could see the table and now the cards spread across the surface.

Stepping into the middle of the room, I held out the sides of my dress in both my hands. "Do you like it, Patty?"

My friend regarded me for a second and then said, "Actually, yes, Boxie. That's a very pretty dress. It looks good on you…"

Barely containing my nervous giggle, my fingers reached up and untied the drawstring at my chest. A quick flip of the delicate straps at my shoulders, I was then able to let go, and the dress floated to my feet. Now I was standing topless in front of my friend. I brought my hands close to cover my boobies.

"Oh," I gasped. "Too bad I lost it…"

I stepped to the side, watching Patty stare at me with her mouth hanging open, then shyly bent down so I could pick up the material. With one arm still held over my breasts, I reached my arm out and offered the dress to my friend. When she just stood there, I took another step forward.

"Patty, be a sweetie and put my dress in the middle of the table," I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout.

Finally, the girl took the article of clothing from my outstretched hand. She seemed to be momentarily mesmerized by me standing there in just my pink panties. Patty carefully folded the dress, and brought it to the table as I asked. She placed it right between where I had laid out two hands of cards.

While she was turned around, I took the opportunity to quickly peel my panties down my legs. Once I had them completely off my feet, I rolled the pink silk into a ball. At that moment, Patricia turned again to face me.

"Ohmygosh, Boxie!"

With one hand over my pussy, I lunged my other arm and tossed the panties at my friend. She caught them easily and I laughed. Of course, my spurt of laughter only caused my butt to jiggle and boobies to shake.

"You can put my underwear on top of the dress," I instructed.

Patty looked like she was about to object, but she couldn't find the words. It was cute the way she tried to avert her eyes from my nudity, as I stood with one arm over my tits, and the other hand cupped in front of my crotch. I guess she figured she should just let me go through with this, because she leaned over and placed my panties on the table. They were nice and pink, and went well with the print of my dress.

After thinking for a second, I said, "Only two items… that's not going to be enough."

At this point, Patty glanced at her watch and said, "What if someone comes home? And that pizza delivery will be here in a few minutes!"

"I hope not!" I squealed, blushing a little. "I'm not ready yet."

In fact, I realized I didn't have all that much time, so I would have to put modesty aside. I stepped briskly across the room, wearing only a pair of shoes. Finding one of the chairs near the table, I quickly sat down with Patty standing right next to me. I was conscious of the velvety cushion, which felt nice underneath my bare bottom. My boobs hung down with nipples already starting to grow erect as I lowered my arms to unclasp the straps at my ankles. Taking off both my shoes, I picked them up and dropped them on the table with the rest of my clothes.

Fully nude, I hopped off the chair and walked back into the middle of my friend's house, so that I could once more judge how everything looked. Lost in concentration, I stood with feet planted apart and hands on my hips.

"Boxie, like, you just stripped stark naked!" Patty cried in disbelief.

I had to bring my hands up to squeeze my breasts and pinch my nipples just a little "I know!"

"And you're all puckered out," Patty added, pointing accusingly at my pussy.

Looking down, I saw that my lower lips were indeed visible and parted. "I can't help it! My pubic hair doesn't grow in until further up…"

My friend just shook her head. "So just what is it that you have got planned?"

"Um, well, I was thinking we could pretend that you and I were playing strip poker… and I lost all my clothes. And as a forfeit, you said that I had to answer the door when the pizza guy gets here!"

Patty then seemed to think about that proposal for a minute. I clutched my fingers beneath my chin anxiously, hoping that she would play along. She walked around the table, and pulled herself a seat. Sitting down, she thumbed through some of the cards.

"This is so ridiculous," she said.

"Well…" I started, and walked back over to sit in the chair across from her. "If you want to make it look more realistic, perhaps you could take off a few items, as if we had a real game going."

"No way!" Patty stated firmly, folding her arms over her chest.

I crossed my naked legs and blushed. "Oh my, then it appears you really beat me, round after round, taking my shoes, my dress, and finally my panties, until I was left totally nude… how embarrassing!"

"It's also very risky," my friend added. "What if it isn't that guy Sal delivering the pizza?"

"Oh, it will be," I insisted. "Earlier today, I made sure that he was the one making the delivery runs."

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Patty and I looked at each other, both our eyes wide. We froze, neither one of us making a move. My heart was absolutely racing. It was amazing how natural it had been, just sitting here talking to my friend without wearing any clothes. But now, the thought of somebody else seeing my naked body… this was incredible! And then the doorbell rang again.

I pushed the chair back, and jumped up on my toes. With both hands clutching my breasts, I scampered across the hardwood floor right up to the front door. Oh God, I hope it was him! At the last second, I dropped my left arm so that my hand could strategically cover my pussy. Using the other hand, I turned the knob and pulled the door open just enough so I could stick out my face.

It was Sal! I saw him standing there on the concrete stoop, the pizza box cradled in one arm. He looked like he was about to ring the doorbell for the third time. I was kind of hunched over just a little, peeking my head outside. He couldn't yet see my body.

"Um, hi…" I said shyly.

"Hey," the tall young man answered. "I got a delivery for this address."

My eyes darted past him, and I saw his van parked in the driveway. Behind the door, I nervously rubbed my toes up and down the back of my other leg's calf.

"Um, yeah…. about that," I started.

Sal shifted impatiently on his other foot, holding the box in both hands. "Oh no, this isn't some kind of prank call, is it? My boss will kill me if I have to return another pie!"

"No, no…" I shook my head as best I could. "It's not like that. It's just…"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Maybe I should have said something first, but I wanted to surprise him. In one motion, I took a small step back and pulled the front door wide open. Quickly, I snatched my other arm to my chest to cover my boobies, although Sal might have gotten a flash of my nipples.

Then I just stood there for a moment, allowing him to look me over from head to toe. I mean, I had my pink bits covered of course, but he could see that I was totally naked! Our eyes met, and I blushed, causing me to spin around. Presenting my round naked ass to him, I lifted both my hands to my chest and looked shyly over my shoulder.

After a moment of stunned silence, the young man asked, "Did I come at a bad time?"

"No!" I squeaked, keeping my legs firmly pressed together. "I mean… yes, well, you see, my friend and I…"

"Your friend?" Sal asked suspiciously.

Cradling my bare breasts in my arms, I kind of ducked down a little, bending slightly at the knees. He could easily look over my head into the house. I turned my own head to see Patty sitting at the table. She gave us a little wave.

So I bravely cupped a hand over my pussy and turned around once more to face the pizza delivery guy. "Yeah, so we were playing a friendly game of strip poker… and I lost everything."

"I can see that," Sal chuckled, his eyes roaming up and down my body.

"And, and…" I continued, "Because I lost, she made me call in the pizza and answer the door like this!"

He shook his head, a slight smile on his face and said, "Well this was certainly unexpected. Is she going to pay for the pie?"

"Now wait a minute!" Patty cried, suddenly rising up from her seat at the table.

My friend crossed over the floor of the hallway and came to stand between Sal and me. She brushed right past me and nearly pushed the guy out the front door. I was a bit taken aback by her forceful approach.

"This was all Boxie's idea," Patty insisted. "And there's no way I'm paying for that pizza!"

"Oh, but wait…" I gasped.

I tried to maneuver myself around, which was not easy to do considering that I was stark naked in front of two fully clothed people. Including a guy, who I thought was really cute. I tried to step to the side, keeping my back and bare bottom to the wall. At that moment, Sal took a step forward, as if determined to bring his delivery inside the house. In that instant, I slipped behind the young man, whose attention was focused on my uncooperative friend. But Patty wouldn't budge, and so Sal backed off.

That caused me to retreat a couple of steps, my toes finding the concrete of Patty's front stoop.

I looked to my side, then behind me… and saw that I was standing outside her house, completely nude!

"Oh no!" I yelped.

Scampering forward, I pressed myself against Sal's back, clutching his shirt in my fists. This must have taken him by surprise, because I could feel him stiffen. Mmmm… I thought as I stood on my toes and brought my hands up to squeeze his broad shoulders.

From behind, I tried to peek my face next to his and said, "Patty… you've got to let us back in!"

"I don't think so," my friend answered with finality. "This game of yours has gone far enough."

With that, she proceeded to swing the door shut. Rather than stick his foot in the way, or try to block the door, Sal simply backed down the steps. And this caused me to backpedal even further. Now I was bare-assed naked in Patty's front yard! All I could do was bounce helplessly on my toes as I listened to the latch being locked into place.

Sal turned around, and I could see he was none too pleased.

"Well, I guess I should have asked what toppings she likes," I laughed nervously.

Then I lowered my eyes, looking down at my unclothed body. I suddenly remembered to cup my hands to my breasts, and dropped an arm so I could hide my pussy. Shyly, I stepped to the side as Sal started to make his way to the truck.

"Don't I know you," he finally asked as I shuffled along next to him, hoping none of Patty's neighbors were around.

"Yeah, we go to the same high school…" I offered.

Sal paused to regard me, and shook his head. "No, I mean from a few years ago. But I don't remember the name Boxie."

"Well that's my nickname… it used to be Becky," I explained. "Rebecca is my full name."

His face suddenly lit up with recognition, and he said, "Becky Carter? You used to play with my cousin when she was in middle school. We sometimes all went to the park together."

Ohmygosh, he remembered me! I had always had a secret crush on him, and figured it would take something crazy to get him to notice me. To think, he knew me all along. I averted my eyes, bashfully rubbing my toes again behind my other leg.

"You never paid much attention to us," I said softly.

Sal took a step toward his delivery truck, then turned to face me again. "Look, Becky, or Boxie… whatever your name is! You can't go running around without any clothes on."

I lifted up my chin a little, gazing into his brown eyes. "I can't?"

"You're not a little girl anymore," Sal replied. "You are a beautiful young woman, and it's not appropriate."

I felt my heart pounding in my chest, as I blushed all over. Here I was, standing totally naked in front of him, and he called me beautiful! It was such a wonderful feeling, and the compliment made my tummy all warm and fuzzy.

Then Sal added, "Now go inside and get dressed, Boxie."

"Oh, I don't think I can," I said glancing back at the house. "Patty seemed pretty upset, I'm sure she isn't going to let me back in…"

The truth was, I didn't want to put my clothes back on. In addition to the warm and fuzzy feeling I had, there was another sensation tickling down below, sending a shiver through my body. My erect nipples rubbed against the forearm trying to hide them from sight. I took a daring step forward.

"Well, then…" Sal scratched his head and looked around.

I could see that he was clearly baffled, and I would have to take the initiative. He still had his other hand full with the pizza box. One more step and my toes were on his shoes, my body leaning close to his. I kept my grey eyes locked on his soft brown stare and licked my lips in concentration, as I expertly reached a hand into his pocket. Fishing around for a moment, my fingers found his key chain. I pulled these out, and then ran fully naked around to the other side of his truck!

"Hey, what are you doing!" he called out.

But I didn't waste any time. I opened up the side door and climbed into the passenger seat. Then I watched Sal stalk off around the other side of the van. I could hear a back door open, and figured that was where he was placing the undelivered pizza. Next thing I knew, the young man appeared on the passenger side, holding the door open and checking out my nude profile. I kept my legs crossed and one arm held across my breasts, although I was nervously bobbing my foot up and down.

"Come on, Boxie, get out of there," he pleaded. "Come out here and give me the keys."

I had a better idea. "Why don't you take me back to the pizza parlor. Won't we make a sight to behold!"

Frustrated Sal ran his fingers through his hair. "You sure would be…"

With that, he shut the door, perhaps worried that someone might see him talking to a naked young girl in his delivery truck. The more I thought about his behavior, the more I realized he was probably just as anxious to get out of here. I could use that to my advantage. In fact, he jogged around the front of the van and pulled open the driver's side door, which was of course unlocked.

"So where are we going?" I asked when he had climbed into the seat, behind the wheel.

Sal shook his head. "I'll be in enough trouble as it is. I'm not going to let you sneak around and hide at the place where I work. I'm taking you home."

Well, I suppose that would be good enough. With a nod of my head, I reached my arm over and dropped the keys in his lap. Except, it was the arm that I had been shielding my boobies with. I let out a small gasp and blushed, but sat there with my tits exposed and very erect nipples sticking out.

After I told him that it would not be hard to get to my house, that I lived just a few blocks away, he said, "Put on your seatbelt."

I looked around to either side of me, searching for the chrome buckle on the strap. Then I saw it hanging down on the side, between the door and the seat. Bringing my knees to the cushion, I turned halfway around and leaned over, basically sticking my ass in his face if he looked to the side. Realizing that he would also be able to see my pussy from behind, I quickly grabbed the buckle and sat back down. Still, I struggled to yank the strap far enough to fasten it at my hip, plus the strap was not comfortable across my bare body. I squirmed quite a bit and made a fuss, showing off more naked pink in the process.

"Oh just leave it," Sal said in exasperation.

Sitting forward again, I let the seatbelt recoil back. My bare feet were planted on the floor mat, as I placed my hands on my thighs. I just stared ahead, listening to him start the ignition, and then we pulled out of Patty's driveway.

Instinctively, I slouched down a little, so my topless state wasn't so much in view of oncoming traffic. But this caused me to spread my legs further apart. I had to reach up and grab my breasts, to keep them from bouncing around. Only when I looked down at my body, did I notice my pink pussy lips protruding nicely parted. I didn't cover up, though, because I was suddenly feeling very horny and was afraid to touch myself.

However, I did look over at Sal with longing, watching his hand steady on the gearshift. I almost wanted to take his fingers and place them on my tender crotch. But that didn't seem right. So I continued to sit there, secretly massaging my nipples with my palms, while ever so slowly separating my legs invitingly. But Sal was very well behaved, and kept eyes on the road, the whole time. I think.

Actually, it occurred to me that he was going out of the way to take side streets and detour whenever there were cars up ahead. What should have been a five minute trip, seemed to make much longer. And it was agony for me, completely naked, and growing more and more aroused by the minute. I didn't know how much longer I could hold out, before I would start moaning or doing something more explicit. Now I was growing embarrassed as I involuntarily bucked my hips and let out a small whimper.

"This is it!" Sal announced.

I opened my eyes and looked out the window, to find that we had pulled up in front of my house. Hurriedly, I reached for the handle and kicked the van's door open. But as I began climbing out of the seat, I paused to look over my bare shoulder.

"Thank you for the ride home, Salvatore."

The young man smiled and said, "Let's just not make a habit out of this… running around in your birthday suit!"

I giggled, then hopped all the way out of the truck. My naked round bottom bounced playfully as I skipped up to the house. Thankfully it was the middle of the day, and no one was home. Beneath a fake decorative rock on the porch was a spare key, which allowed me to open the door and quickly get inside. The delivery truck did not drive off until I was safely within. And that meant Sal was watching me the whole time!

Needless to say, I scurried off to my bedroom and had a massive orgasm. I mean… it was enormous. The whole crazy scheme had been such a wonderful turn-on. And knowing that young men like Sal enjoyed looking at me, made me feel really good.

The next thing I did was call up Patty on the telephone, and thank her for locking me out of her house.

THE END
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The Science Project - Part 1

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Jan 20, 2008)

It was nearing the end of my free period in the middle of the school day. On the way back to my locker, I decided to stroll down a hallway that branched off the lobby area near the auditorium. There was plenty of time left for me to take a leisurely moment to look at the graduation pictures hanging on the wall. Photos for the classes of the past decade ran along the length of the corridor, low enough for me to make out the faces.

I paused at one of the recent graduating classes. Someone had shown this to me once before, but I didn't have time to study it. Now, I recalled from previous descriptions, and found that student named Erica. She was in the front row, and looked to be a petite girl with delicate features. Pretty, too, even though she was dressed like everyone in those graduation gowns. But the thing that fascinated me was that I had heard this Erica wasn't wearing anything beneath her gown, even when this picture was taken!

This brought back memories of other stories and rumors I had heard about her. Apparently, one time, she went through the school day wearing only a T-Shirt. I wondered if I could try something like that. Maybe a tight T-shirt stretched over my boobies, and only came down to my bellybutton… Oh, but that would mean my bottom would be exposed! I wondered if I could try to conceal such a half-naked state with books, or perhaps a backpack held carefully in front.

I was wakened from my daydreaming by the sound of the period bell. Damn! Now I had to run back to my locker, to pick up my books for my science class. There were just a few minutes before the next bell would ring, signaling the start of class. So I raced down the corridor and up the stairs, collecting my things and making it to the classroom just before the teacher shut the door!

Once I was seated, I took a moment to catch my breath. My chest was heaving beneath the snug long-sleeved black sweater I was wearing. I also had on a cute plaid skirt that only came down to above my knee. Thinking back, I must have been quite a sight running through the halls, arms loaded with books, and unable to keep the hem from bouncing up and down. My open-toed black shoes with ankle straps made me look sexy, but were no fun to run in!

Halfway through the period, my thoughts had drifted again to Erica and her wild adventures, thinking about what kind of things I could do. Suddenly, I realized that I wanted to get naked again, and in front of someone who had never seen me before. Well, OK, I probably didn't mean something as bold as that sounds. I mean, I was still getting comfortable with my body, and the idea of people seeing me nude was still embarrassing. But the idea was also becoming very exciting! Slowly, I started to piece together a plan.

Leaning forward, I looked across my desk, watching the other students in the front of the class. Up closest to the teacher was a boy named Timothy. He was an honor student, and a total geek. I mean like he had no fashion sense. He always wore this stupid baseball cap backwards, like he was some kind of white rapper, but he had glasses and no style whatsoever. On the other hand, he seemed like a nice enough guy and he was really smart. He would be perfect.

Escalating my little designs was the fact that my mother was away on a business conference this week. She finally convinced my dad to go along with her, and they felt I was responsible enough to be left alone. As long as I called them and stayed in touch, which I did. But it also meant I had the house all to myself!

So I waited for the boring lesson to be over. Then, when the bell rang, I did not gather my books and rush out like I normally do, but kind of lingered and fidgeted at my desk. The other students proceeded to exit, except as I expected, Timothy who stayed behind to discuss something with the teacher. He was such a nerd. It looked like he was going to escort Mr. Johnson out of the room and be his shadow. But instead, I half climbed out from behind my desk, actually bringing my knees up to kneel on the seat of the chair.

"Oh, Timothy…" I called out and waved over to the boy.

He paused at hearing his name, and turned to see that no one else was around but me. The young man looked up at our teacher as if asking what to do. Mr. Johnson shrugged, and continued on his way out into the hallway.

"Timothy, come over here," I repeated, pulling strands of my long black hair over my shoulder.

With hands in his pockets, the boy shuffled forward, down the aisle between the desks. He reached me in the middle of the room, and I waited to make sure we were alone.

"Um, Timothy, I need you to help me…" I started.

"You… you do?" he asked, probably never having spoken to a girl before.

I nodded my chin. "I'm having trouble with this chapter in Biology. And, and you're so smart…"

Poor Timothy looked really flustered, and it was almost adorable seeing him squirm. He shifted from side to side, glancing back at the open door.

"I… I have to get going," he stammered and began to turn around.

"Wait!" I cried desperately, reaching out an arm.

I also stepped out onto the floor, standing up so he could fully see me. Timothy paused, staring at my bare legs from beneath my skirt. Good, that was what I wanted.

Walking a little bit closer, I tried to explain. "I'd like you to help me get through this class. Do you think you could do that?"

"Yeah, sure," he mumbled.
"Oh, you're awesome!" I squealed. "I was hoping you could even help me later this afternoon. I'm sorry it's such short notice… but would you come over my house after school?"

I believe I left the boy speechless. Honestly, his jaw literally dropped and despite his impressive vocabulary, appeared to be at a total loss for words.

"Please…" I clutched my hands in front of my chest for emphasis. "It would mean so much to me. I think you are the only one in class who can help me!"

Now he bowed his head and said, "Yeah, of course… I'd be happy to help. What was your name again?"

I realized that I had never talked to him before, I'm sure he thought I didn't know he existed. This whole proposal must have seemed pretty awkward, coming out of nowhere, but he was too confused to question. I giggled and played with the hem of my skirt.

"Rebecca… but you can call me Boxie."

That got him to smile just a little as he answered, "OK, Boxie… I'll help you with your Biology assignments."

"Cool!" I said, and reached down for my notebook to tear out a piece of paper.

I grabbed my pen and quickly jotted down my address and some basic directions. Timothy was harmless, so I wasn't worried about him knowing where I live. Still, as I stuffed the paper into his hand, I gave him a meaningful look.

"Remember, you're just coming over to study!" I said firmly.

"Oh, of course, of course…" he sputtered and stammered, turning away bashfully as if I was suggesting he might have other intentions.

I smiled smugly to myself. Satisfied that had gone well, I cradled my books to my chest and walked out of the classroom. It was important that Timothy consider this serious business. Besides, I didn't want him blabbing to his buddies that he had a girlfriend!

The rest of the day could not move fast enough for me. I got home and took a shower, wanting to look good and smell nice and fresh. Then I changed into more casual clothes to hang around the house. I threw on a pair of gray athletic track pants, with the double white line that runs down the side. And I put on a halter top, leaving my bare stomach exposed. It was kind of odd getting dressed again, considering what I had planned for my study date with Timothy.

Looking at the clock in my kitchen, I started to wonder if the boy might even chicken out. That would be disappointing! So I grabbed a celery stick and munched impatiently, while taking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator. Some more minutes passed before I finally heard a car pulling up into my driveway.

Excitedly, I ran to the window, and looked outside. Sure enough, there was Timothy stumbling up the path, a bundle of books and supplies in tote. I eagerly greeted him at the door.

"Hi, Boxie," he said shyly. "My mom says I can only stay for a couple of hours."

His mother had given him a ride to my house! Oh, this was too perfect. He was such an innocent dweeb, I had nothing to worry about. I smiled and waved at his mother in the car. Then I held the door open, and allowed him to come inside.

Timothy was still a little nervous, and he shuffled around, with one hand jammed into his pocket. With his other hand, he hoisted the strap of his backpack over his shoulder. We walked into the kitchen, where he was able to drop his load on the table. A moment of awkward silence passed between us, before I jumped to the refrigerator.

"Hey, do you want something to drink?" I offered, shaking my water bottle in his direction.

Self-consciously, it seemed, Timothy answered, "Um… no, that's all right. Thank you"

I shrugged, and then remembered that I was the one who was in control. I would have to take charge, and dictate the arrangements of this study session. Walking forward, slowly, I traced a circle around my exposed bellybutton teasingly.

"Grab some of your books," I instructed the boy. "Let's go upstairs to my room. It will be more comfortable there…"

I continued to ease my way out of the kitchen, heading for the staircase. Looking over my shoulder, though, I saw that Timothy hadn't moved. Either he was in shock at my suggestion, or too frightened to follow. I hoped he wouldn't be too difficult to work with!

"Come on," I encouraged him, pulling on the ends of my long black hair. "I have a desk up there… and we won't be disturbed…"

Well, after another moment of hesitation, Timothy finally reached for his pack and pulled out our biology textbook and some of his notebooks. I took the first few steps up the stairs, turned around again and made sure he would be joining me. I wondered if he was going to say anything, but he just kept quiet, trudging along on my heels.

We got up to my room, and I could tell he still felt funny about this. I just smiled and invited him in. Near a window was a small study desk, and I had Timothy put his stuff down there. My parents would kill me if they knew I had a boy up in my bedroom. But this was different, this was only Timothy, and it's not like he was a real guy. After he looked around in wonder for another few minutes, taking in the sights of my girly decorations, I addressed him from the middle of the room.

"Timothy," I started. "There is something I have to explain… tell you about, and I hope it isn't going to be a problem."

The boy had his hands in his pockets again, and shrugged his shoulders. "Sure, Boxie, what is it?"

I took a deep breath and said, "I'm usually nude when I do my homework…"

The expression on his face was priceless. His eyes went wide, and I could swear I could hear his heart beating. My own heart was beating pretty fast, too. But I continued.

"You see… it helps me relax, and concentrate better."

"What do you mean?" Timothy asked, clearly in disbelief.

Strolling around the pieces of my furniture, I lowered my eyes almost blushing. "You know, like, it's easier for me to concentrate if I'm… not wearing anything. Would that bother you, if I take off my clothes?"

He didn't immediately say anything. The two of us just looked at each other, regarding each other in silence. There was such excited tension in the room I could feel it! After another minute, I thought about it, and realized that he didn't say no. So I casually step on one of my sneakers, and pried it off my foot, biting my lip and keeping my eyes on Timothy the whole time.

Once I pushed the sneaker off my other foot, I walked over to my bed in my socks. This was amazing! I had never actually stripped in front of another boy before! In a way, this was kind of like practice. I turned around to face Timothy again while my fingers found the drawstring inside my track pants. With the waist loosened, I was able to easily let the material fall to the floor and I stepped out of them. Timothy checked out the length of my bare shapely legs, his eyes coming to rest on my white panties.

I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic band of my underwear, but backed up so that I could sit on the end of my bed. Crossing my legs, I reached down so that I could peel off one sock. Then I stretched my arms lower so I could remove the other one, and was completely barefoot. As I stood up once more, my toes curled on the carpeting of my bedroom.

Now I reach up my hands to take hold of the bottom of my halter-top. Of course, I wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so I modestly turned around. I began lifting the fabric of my tiny shirt higher until my boobies popped out. At that moment, Timothy spoke up.

"Wait, Boxie!" he called from behind me. "Are you… are you sure about this?"

Still clutching the bottom of my top, I looked over my shoulder at the boy. "Oh, but… it's just… this is how I do my schoolwork at home."

"I know, but…" Timothy was clearly embarrassed, scratching his head and trying not to look at my round bottom encased in panties.

"It's the only way I can really focus," I tried to sound convincing. "That's probably why I'm having trouble in school, because I have to keep my clothes on."

"Yeah, I guess…" the intelligent boy mumbled.

Then I lowered my eyes, and tried to appear disappointed. "Look, Timothy, I understand if this makes you uncomfortable. If you want… I can get dressed again."

"No, no!" Timothy was quick to put his hands out for emphasis. "I mean… if it helps…"

I turned away, and broke out into a broad grin. It seemed the young man's instincts got the better of him after all. With a wiggle of my hips, I resumed pulling the halter-top higher and all the way over my head. I tossed it aside and quickly brought my hands close to cover my tits. Oh God, this was so unreal! And now that I was about to drop my underwear, I suddenly felt embarrassed myself. I mean, he was going to see my bare ass!

Well, I took another deep breath, with butterflies still in my tummy. My hands trembling a little, I lowered them slowly until my fingers made contact with the low cut of my panties. Even though I wasn't watching him, I closed my eyes as I tugged the material down my skin. Lifting a knee, I was able to bend slightly to pull one leg out, and then let my underwear slide the rest of the way down where I kicked it off my ankle.

Completely naked, I shielded my boobies with one arm and clasped my other hand over my pussy, and then spun around. I saw that Timothy had slapped his hands over his mouth in shock, speechless. Nervously, I kind of giggled, rubbing my toes behind my other leg's calf. What would he think of me? I wondered what he thought of my body.

And then Timothy lowered his hands and said, "Wow!"

"Listen," I then added as an afterthought. "Just don't tell anyone about this, OK?"

"Uh, yeah… sure!" Timothy replied, though he kept staring at me from head to toe.

I found myself a little breathless and finally answered, "I guess we should probably get started…"

Nodding my chin in the direction of the study desk, I suggested we begin on the biology assignment. It took a moment for Timothy to peel his eyes away from me, but the boy did seem anxious to hit the books. He quickly moved over to have a seat, and I followed after him, nude. Trying to keep his mind off my lack of clothing, Timothy flipped through the pages of the textbook, searching for the right chapter. Then he paused to look up at me standing at his side.


"Um, Timothy…" I said softly, "Do you think you could bring over the other chair for me to have a seat?"

Boy, did he jump to his feet! In the corner, I had an alabaster wooden chair, one that matched the pink and white décor of my bedroom. He hefted this up and brought it back to the desk. Slipping behind me to offer me the seat, the young man got a nice look at my naked bottom. Blushing, I sat down, and scooted the chair forward. At least I was able to now cross my legs and use both hands to hide my nipples.

"So what was this lesson about?" I asked when Timothy sat down again.

It was cute the way he kept his nose buried in the pages of the text, determined not to look at me anymore. He was talking about the science class and the recent topics we had been studying. I realized that I could probably drop my hands leaving my bare tits hanging out, and Timothy probably wouldn't even notice! The only thing was, my nipples were VERY erect, and I was afraid for him to think this was turning me on.

"I think we should start with the chapter review," Timothy was saying. "This way, we'll know what points are giving you the most trouble."

All I could answer was, "Mmm-hmmm…"

"It says we should write out the definitions of the chapter's key terms," the boy continued.

As he reached for his notebook and opened up to a blank page, I asked, "Do you think you could write out the definitions for me? Um, I kind of have my hands full…"

When Timothy looked across at me, I squeezed my breasts to make sure he would get my meaning. He squirmed and fidgeted in his chair. My own bottom, bare against the smooth finished wood seat felt really good, and I brushed his leg with my toes.

"Uh, sure…" he agreed, then added, "you know… writing them out by hand really helps you memorize the definitions."

"That's why you are so smart!" I giggled.

I watched his neck flush red as he scribbled across the paper. The fact that I was sitting so close to him and I was stark naked, caused me to lick my lips. Beneath the desk, I separated my legs.

As he continued to work, Timothy would not only copy out the science terms, but also talk about them trying to make me understand. This was great! Not only was I getting a private tutor session, but the boy was writing out the assignment for me at the same time. And all I had to do was take off my clothes. Truth be told, I actually found some of the things he was saying start to make sense, in spite of the distraction of my nudity.

By the time we had moved on to the review of the chapter, I was listening more intently. Occasionally I would lower my arm to lean in close, allowing one of my boobies to peek out. Sometimes Timothy would glance over and I would giggle shyly, before covering up again.

"There's a lot of references to the laboratory workbook," Timothy said at one point. "They have better diagrams and more exercises we can practice on."

I looked to either side of me, but didn't see it lying around. "Where is it?"

"I left it downstairs," the boy remembered. "Let me run and bring the workbook back up here."

"No, wait…" I said, starting to rise up from my chair. "Let's both go down to the kitchen. I'm kind of thirsty, and we can finish up down there."

I was mindful to keep one hand in front of my pussy as I backed away from the desk. My knees were weak, and I felt I needed to stretch my legs a little. Timothy looked up at me from head to toe, still amazed by the curves of my nude body. I smiled and waited for him to stand up himself. It was then that I saw he had quite a boner in his pants! That made me giggle, causing my boobs and butt to bounce. The boy turned around bashfully and headed for the door.

It occurred to me that Timothy might have been looking for an excuse to leave the room so he could relieve himself!

"Wait up!" I cried, and jogged after him.

As I bounced down the steps on my toes, I clutched my breasts with both hands. This left my whole lower body exposed, but the poor boy didn't chance to steal another look. I caught up with him at the foot of the stairs, and there I returned to the more strategic positioning of my arms and hands. In this fashion, I followed Timothy into the kitchen.

It felt weird walking through my own house completely naked. Being here with another boy made me feel a little embarrassed. Well, embarrassed about if he ever found out this was all a secret fantasy of mine. When I moved onto the cool tiles, I was conscious of my bare feet slapping over the floor, sticking and un-sticking with each step. I stopped at the refrigerator and asked if he wanted something to drink.

"Maybe I had better let you get it yourself," I suggested when he nodded yes.

The glasses were in the top cabinet, I told him, standing somewhat off to the side. I arched up and bounced on my toes, hugging my body and keeping all of my private parts covered. Oh God, if anyone ever caught me like this… if my parents walked in and found me nude with one of the boys in my class! The thrill of what I was doing sent a shiver down my spine, and had my pussy tingling.

Timothy turned away awkwardly, reaching up to retrieve a glass. At that moment, the telephone rang! The unexpected sound made me jump, arms flailing and leaving me totally exposed. On the second ring, I spun around to pick up the receiver. If Timothy was looking at me, he had an unobstructed view of my bare backside.

It was my mother!

"Um, hello mom," I said a little breathlessly.

Twisting around again, I cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder, allowing my arm to rest in front of my boobies. I leaned against the wall and crossed my legs, keeping my thighs together tightly. My other arm hung down, hand shielding my patch of pubic hair. Looking Timothy in the eye, I silently pleaded with him not to say anything.

Not that he had anything to say.

"Are you all right?" my mother asked on the other end. "You sound a little out of breath, Rebecca…"

Oh my God! I was talking to my mother on the phone, while standing bare naked in front of one of my classmates!

"Um, yeah…" I sort of mumbled. "I was… just working out. Exercising!"

She told me that she was just checking in, making sure I was all right by myself. She also reminded me that I shouldn't forget about my schoolwork, and that was just as important as trying to keep in physical shape. If she only knew that a teenage boy was right now appreciating the sight of my curvaceous body!

"OK, love you… bye!" I finally said, ending the embarrassing phone call.

I bet I was blushing all over. With a nervous giggle, I struggled to stay facing Timothy so that he wouldn't get another free showing of my ass, while trying to hang up the receiver without giving away any of my more intimate parts. All I could do was cup one hand over my pussy and squat down a little so I could drop the phone onto the set. Finally, I turned sideways so that I could use my other hand to fix the phone into place. This was making me hotter and hotter, and I was probably just as nervous as Timothy.

"So, um, ready to check out that workbook?" I said, placing my arm over my breasts again.

Timothy took a long drink from his glass of water, and then set it down on the counter. He rubbed his hands on the sides of his pants before heading over toward the kitchen table. From the backpack he had left there, he was able to find and pull out our soft covered science workbook. While he was doing this, I took a moment to open up the refrigerator and grab a bottle of water for myself. I stood with the door blocking me from view, grateful for a moment to relax my pose a bit. Fully nude, I brought the refreshing drink to my lips.

Seated now at the table, Timothy watched me bashfully walk over to join him. I still think he must have thought this was so unreal, unable to believe his eyes. This was probably the luckiest day of the boy's life. My bottom jiggled and bounced as I made my way forward and pulled out a chair across from him.

We were ready to continue our study time. As Timothy had pointed out, there were a lot of useful diagrams that corresponded with the chapter we had been working on upstairs in my bedroom. But truthfully, I was too excited to concentrate much. My partner, on the other hand, needed to find anything to do to keep his mind of my nudity. The result was that Timothy ended up completed all the exercises in the workbook for me, and I was all too happy to let him. I had been holding both hands in front of my boobies, and with his head down, I was occasionally able to squeeze and rub my nipples in circles.

"Ooooh!" I let out a small moan.

"What was that?" Timothy asked, raising his head.

"Oh, um…" I had to think fast. "Oh, my pen! I dropped it on the floor."

The straight "A" student looked at me and smiled, figuring I must have been taking notes. Of course, I hadn't been writing at all. This made me feel a twinge of guilt. Especially since he had been such a good sport, and had done all my homework.

"Do you think…" I started, scooting forward in my seat. "Do you think you could pick it up for me?"

"Uh, sure, Boxie!" Timothy replied immediately.

Before I knew it, the boy had ducked under the table. I closed my eyes, wondering how long he would be down there. Instead of crossing my legs like I should have, I kept my knees separated and bare toes arched on the floor tiles. If he looked the right way, he would be able to see my open pussy.

After a few moments, I heard him say, "Uh, Boxie… I don't see it."

"Oh… I, um, think I dropped it by my leg," I said, encouraging Timothy to stay under the table.

And to further entice him, I pretended to be shifting around so he could look better. This left me with my legs spread apart even further, and I could hear him crawling near me. Oh God, he was seeing everything, and I loved it! I placed my hands on the table, looking down to see my nipples rock hard and extended toward the ceiling. Realizing if this continued much longer, I would likely have an orgasm, I reached across the table and grabbed a random pen.

"Oh, Timothy!" I cried, "I found it… I found… the pen!"

It took a moment for the boy to resurface from beneath the table. When I did, I saw that his hair was disheveled and eyeglasses crooked. His face was flushed bright red. In fact, I bet we both were, I thought as I clutched my arms over my breasts. The two of us didn't say anything for a while.

And then Timothy mumbled, "You have nice hair…"

"Wh- what?" I gasped, startled by the compliment and not sure what he was talking about.

"It's nice… and shiny," he added awkwardly.

With one arm still slung across my boobs, I lifted my other arm so that I could gingerly touch the tresses of my long black hair. "Um… thanks."

No sooner did I glance at the clock hanging on the kitchen wall, when there came the sound of a car horn in the driveway. His mother was here to pick up Timothy!

We both jumped up from the table at the same time. I still had my arms around my boobies, which meant that my crotch was totally exposed. In turn, my eyes were drawn to Timothy's crotch, and I saw he was sporting quite an erection.

"Are you going to be all right?" I giggled, pointing.

Timothy blushed furiously, and I could tell he was very embarrassed. He quickly began stuffing his books and pens into his backpack. Then he slid the bag off the table and pressed it against his lower body. The fact that I did this to him made me feel a little embarrassed as well, but also aroused.

"Yeah, I gotta go," he said without looking at me.

Two steps out of the kitchen, I called out, "Wait, let me walk you to the door!"

Completely naked, I bounced out into my living room, just in time to see Timothy rounding the corner for the entrance hallway. It was too risky for me to go out there with him, so I waited until he had opened the door and made sure it was clear. I pressed my body against the wall, and watched as he shuffled forward keeping his backpack in front of him.

As soon as he left the house and walked outside, I ran down the hall toward the front door. I was able to keep it open just enough to peek my face out and see him do a funny walk around his mother's car. Then I reached out my bare arm to wave goodbye. As she slowly backed the car down the driveway, his mom stuck her own arm out the window and waved back at me!

With that, I slammed the door shut and locked it fast! Oh God, what an incredible rush! My heart was beating wildly, my whole body felt alive. I didn't think I could make it back upstairs to my bedroom. So I headed off to the bathroom where I started a shower. Under the gentle cascade of warm water, I pleasured myself until I actually had multiple orgasms…

* * * * *

The next day was a little awkward, and I thought about not going to science class. I mean, I was a little ashamed of myself, as well as felt bad for teasing poor Timothy. But I didn't want to get in trouble, so I decided that I would just avoid the boy. When I walked into the classroom, I didn't make any eye contact, but headed straight for my desk. I slouched down and tried to keep my face hidden by my opened textbook, while waiting for the teacher to begin his uninteresting lesson.

Mr. Johnson informed us that we were going to start working on our lab projects. What's worse, this would be a group project, and each team would have to present at the end of the week. I rolled my eyes, hearing him talk about the need for everyone to participate. Participation, he said, would be a big part of the grade. This was horrible! I didn't even have any of my friends in this class.

Already, those students who knew each other started pairing up. Before long, the whole class had shuffled around with everyone moving to different desks. I was alone in the middle of the room. I felt stupid, and a little embarrassed.

Then the teacher noticed this, and said, "Rebecca, I would like to you work with Timothy's group."

"Oh, do I have to?" I whined, crossing my arms and even pouting.

But Mr. Johnson insisted, "Yes, you will be working with Chester and AJ as well. I believe they will help you do well. You really need this project to pull up your overall grade."

Oh, great! As if Timothy wasn't bad enough… I was lumped in with these other two geeks! Chester was a blonde headed guy with braces. And AJ was a young Afro-American who had been bumped up a grade because he was so smart. He was lean and lanky, like maybe he could have been a track runner. But I heard he had asthma and he always wore these terrible sweater vests.

Resigned to my fate, with a huff, I collected my books and slowly walked toward the back of the room. The three of them normally sat at the front of the class, but a group of the other students kicked them out of their desks. Now they were seated in the corner, on the side of the room with the chalkboard.

As I approached the three boys, I said softly, "Hello, Timothy…"

The young man shifted in his seat nervously before answering, "Um… hi… Boxie."

Well this wasn't going anywhere, so I finally pulled up a chair and sat down across from them. I told them that I wasn't very good at science, and I wasn't sure I could be much help. Hopefully they would just leave me alone and do the project on their own. Timothy was careful not to look directly at me, and he didn't say anything about yesterday afternoon.

"We were thinking about doing a study on DNA structure," AJ said to me.

I shrugged my shoulders. "Sounds good to me. I'm sure you guys know what you are doing…"

I figured if I flattered them and stroked their egos, these nerds would be all too happy to do all the work. And if I played my cards right, I could still get credit for the assignment. So I nodded and grinned and told them how fascinating the subject was. Honestly, I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

And then Chester announced, "We are going to hit the library right after school. You'll be able to come, won't you, Boxie?"

"Um… I, ah," my eyes went wide as I hadn't planned on any extracurricular activity. "I'm not sure. I think I had other plans…"

Thankfully, the bell rang, sparing me from having to think up some excuse. I did not want to waste my time hanging out with these guys at the library! Quickly, I grabbed my books and pushed the chair back. I headed out the door without a backward glance. Let them sort out the details.

I spent the rest of the day and the next, avoiding Timothy and the other two guys. They might actually ask me to do some research or something. I really didn't want to have anything to do with this stupid project. At the same time, I did need to pull up my grade in this class. I wondered if I would push them too far by ignoring them the whole week. Surely they wouldn't say anything if I batted my pretty grey eyes at them.

But Timothy cornered me in class on Thursday.

"Look, Boxie…" he said, appearing flustered and annoyed at once. "We have been working really hard on this project the past few days. You haven't done a single thing. Chester and AJ are starting to get upset…"

I held my hands behind my back and looked down at the floor. "I know. I'm sorry. Listen, I told you I am just not good at biology!"

The other two boys were on either side of Timothy. They frowned at me and looked very serious. Jeez, these guys needed to lighten up!

"Mr. Johnson said we can use the classroom after school today," AJ informed me. "He will even let us borrow some lab equipment so we can finish the project."

Chester continued, saying, "This is the last chance for you to help us. If you are not there this afternoon, we are going to tell Mr. Johnson that you had nothing to do with this assignment."

"No, don't do that!" I squeaked and clutched my hands in front of my chest. "All right… I'll be there!"

Actually, I had been hoping to go to the mall with my friend Patty straight after school. I had even worn a cute new denim skirt I had bought, and a white sleeveless top. But now I would have to cancel my plans. I couldn't afford to mess up my grade for this science class; I would be in too much trouble. So during the lunch period, I found Patty and told her that we would have to go shopping some other time.

The remainder of the day, I was miserable. I wasn't looking forward to staying another two or three hours at school. Especially working on some pointless science project. But I felt I didn't have a choice. After the last period, I threw my books in the locker and headed up to the classroom. I didn't think to bring anything with me. I figured the boys would have whatever books and items they needed.

I kind of sauntered lazily into the room. It was rather odd being in the school with no other students around. Well, I suppose there were other after school activities going on, like sports and stuff. But those students would be in the gym or outside. Maybe the band had after school rehearsal. But up on this floor, it felt like we were the only four people in the building.

The boys had slid desks together to form a long workstation. Various instruments were out, like microscopes, beaker and cylinders, as well as open books and notebook paper. They were all standing behind the combined desks when I arrived.

Timothy looked up and said, "Oh, hi, Boxie."

I gave him a weak smile, and moved closer to the desks. Looking again across the surface, at the assorted odds and ends they had scattered about, it dawned on me that I really had no idea what this science project involved.

"I hope we weren't too harsh on you," Chester said almost apologetically.

"It's not like we wanted to tell on you," AJ in his sweater vest added.

Folding my arms, and shifting my weight to my other foot, I finally admitted, "No, it's all right. You guys were right. If I'm part of the group, I should help out at least a little."

"The thing is," Chester smiled and I caught the glint of his silver braces, "I understand why you were reluctant to stay with us after school."

I pulled my long black hair over my shoulder and asked, "You do?"

The blonde teenager looked to his side, and then explained. "Timothy told us how you have been struggling in class. And that normally, when you do your school work at home, you do it in the nude…"

"Timothy!" I clenched my fists and stamped my foot. "That was supposed to be our secret! You said you wouldn't tell…"

Shaking his head, the boy raised his hands defensively. "I was trying to stick up for you. I figured that was the reason you had ditched us this week. Not because you are not a nice person, but because you were too shy to do… what you normally do…"

Outraged, I opened my mouth but found no words to speak. The problem was, I didn't normally have that habit of doing my homework naked. It was all just a lie. But how could I admit that now, in front of these three guys? They must know that I had studied with Timothy like that. If I told them it was all a set up, how would that make me look? But if I didn't come clean, what… what were they expecting me to do?

AJ also nodded understandingly. "Timothy explained everything. It helps you relax, helps you concentrate better."

I actually felt my self heating up, remembering my study session from earlier in the week. Standing here in front of these three young men, their eyes fixed on my developing figure, caused a sweet sensation starting in my tummy. The denim skirt I was wearing was very short. It only came down to the tops of my thighs, showing a lot of leg. If I raised my arms at all, my top would ride up enough to expose my bellybutton. Of course, I had been planning on a trip to the mall this afternoon, not working on a school project.

"It's only the four of us," Chester reached across the desk to pick up a beaker. "You can go ahead and take off your clothes."

"I… I don't know if that's a good idea," I said blushing. "I mean… we are still in school!"

AJ tapped his chin thoughtfully. "But if you were home right now, up in your room, working on some school assignment, what would you be wearing?"

I gasped and looked at Timothy. Behind his glasses, I could see his eyes were wide. My heart beating faster, I realized that I had to continue the ridiculous story I had invented.

"I would be completely… naked," I answered softly.

"Because it helps you relax, helps you to concentrate," Chester reminded me.

My fingers fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. "Yes… that's right."

"I'm sorry, Boxie, but this project is very important to us," Timothy said while looking away from me. "We need you to give us your full effort, and not be distracted."

Oh God, this was so unreal. I looked over at the door to the classroom, a little unsure. They actually wanted me to strip naked, right now, in front of them? The thought did send a shiver through my body.

"What… what if someone comes in?" I asked.

Chester was quick to reassure me, "Our teacher trusts us to be alone in the classroom, because we are his best students. Other than us, the custodians won't be here until much later, after we are finished."

I pulled my lip through my thumb and forefinger, considering. "Can I shut the door?"

"If that makes you more comfortable, of course." AJ replied and then went back to consulting his notes.

I paused, watching the boys go about their business. Then I did a half turn, and headed over to the door. Suddenly, I was very conscious of my clear plastic heels clicking on the tiles. When I reached the doorway, I stuck my head out into the corridor. It certainly did seem deserted up here. Nevertheless, I placed one hand on the knob and the other on the back of the door. Quietly pushing it shut. I couldn't believe I was doing this!

Scampering back to the front of the classroom, I had my hands on my hips, and then popped open the button fly on my denim skirt. Without wasting another moment, I let it fall to the floor. The soft rustle of material, however, caught the attention of the boys. Each one of them, Timothy, Chester, and AJ, looked up from what they were doing.

Oh God, they were watching me!

At first, I kind of kept my hands intertwined in front of my panties. I bashfully stepped out of my skirt and then placed my arms at my sides. They could see my little white panties with pink frills and flower designs. I was so embarrassed! But now I couldn't stop… I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up, showing them by bare stomach. I pulled my top higher and then completely over my head, only to drop it on the floor near the skirt.

Standing there in just my underwear and heels, I kind of covered up with my arms and bent one knee forward.

"Maybe…" I said, voice trembling slightly, "maybe that's as far as I should go."

The boys looked at each other, wondering what I would do next. In fact, it appeared that both AJ and Chester regarded Timothy in the middle skeptically.

"From what we were told," Chester turned to face me, "You weren't wearing a stitch. We really need you to be absolutely… focused."

I rubbed my bare stomach, and then absently snapped the elastic band of my panties. "Um… would it be all right if I take off the rest behind the teacher's desk?"

The boys nodded, and in my flimsy matching underwear, I jiggled and bounced over to Mr. Johnson's desk. Immediately, I sat down in his chair and thought how wild this was! If only he knew what I was doing, I would get an "A" for sure. The first thing I did was reach down so I could undo the straps on my heels. Once I had these off, I picked up my shoes to place them on the desk. Timothy, AJ, and Chester saw this and knew I was now barefoot.

I noticed that like most teacher desks, the front of this one had a modesty panel. Making use of the coverage this provided, I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties and started to lower them. I had to lift my butt so I could pull down my underwear further. Taking a deep breath, I let the material slide down my legs to dangle off my toes. I snatched them up and waved them at the boys to show I had removed my panties. Then I tossed them on the floor near my skirt and top.

Oh my God, I was sitting completely bottomless in Mr. Johnson's chair! I couldn't help it, but I slowly spread my legs wide open beneath his desk, to savor the sensation. But before I could so anything more inappropriate, I scooted off the seat to a crouching position. My whole body was tingling! Only my head peeked above the surface and I saw the boys watching me with great interest.

Keeping my eyes locked in their direction, I reached my hands behind my back so that I could unclasp my bra. This was the last item, the only piece of clothing I had on, until I started sliding the straps off my shoulders. Beneath the desk and out of view, I was able to remove it from my chest, allowing my big boobies to come bouncing free. Feeling so exposed, I let out a gasp, and then threw the bra over by my other clothes.

"OK, I'm naked now…" I announced rather unnecessarily.

Timothy shuffled some papers and said, "Well hurry up, Boxie, we need to get going."

I bounced nervously on the toes of my feet, bringing my hands to grip the top of Mr. Johnson's desk. Slowly, I pulled myself up, but at the last second raised and arm to hide my bare breasts. I also reached for the shoes I had placed on the desk, and brought them to my body, hiding my crotch.

In this position, I stepped out from behind the desk totally naked. Keeping my legs together as best I could, I moved over to the boys. I think I actually felt my butt cheeks clenching in excitement.

"All right…" I said shyly. "I'm ready."

While the boys manipulated various objects on the pushed-together desks, Chester looked at me and said, "Your shoes or going to get in the way, if we need you to grab something."

I lowered my eyes, blushing. One hand hugged my other arm, drumming fingers on my bare skin. My other hand clutched the back of my heels, holding them in front of my pussy. Of course, he was right, I couldn't spend the whole afternoon with my shoes grasped between my fingers. One by one, I let go of them, listening to them clatter to the floor. I curled my empty fingers, keeping my wrist over my pubic mound.

"Is that better?" I asked breathlessly.

AJ motioned with his arm, "Will you come around over here and look at this…"

It's funny, it was almost as if now that I was completely nude, they treated me like one of their peers. They must really believe being undressed made me a better student. Cradling my boobies in one arm, other palm still covering down there, I walked across the room so I could join the boys behind the work desks.

I pushed myself all the way up close, between Chester and AJ. It was so strange feeling their shirts brush against my bare arms and shoulders. I leaned down a little and arched up on my toes, sticking my ass in the air. I hoped they didn't notice how aroused I was getting!

"See this diagram?" Timothy was pointing to a picture in the book. "We were reviewing this at your house the other day. Our project involves trying to replicate patterns of the DNA structure…"

I nodded my head, listening to them taking turns explaining the lab project. Frankly, most of it was beyond my comprehension. But as they continued to work, and involved me in their discussion, I started to loosen up a bit. Slowly I grew less conscious of keeping my body covered. I would sometimes tease the ends of my hair, forgetting that I was letting my tits hang out. Quite a few times, I had to turn around to look something up in a book, and allowed them a perfect view of my bare bottom. By the time an hour had passed, I was walking around the classroom, hardly covering up at all!

When they invited me to look through the electronic microscope, I stepped up to the desk, and placed both hands palm down on the surface. I had to stand on the tips of my toes and squinted one eye as I looked through the lens. The magnified objects of study were really remarkable.

Chester moved next to me, and suddenly I felt his hand on my lower back! His touch caused my whole body to stiffen. There had been no inclination from any of these boys that they would try something. While my immediate thought was to turn around and slap him, I also realized that I liked his fingers pressed just above my ass crack. I also realized that if I did turn around and his hand remained in the same position, it would be resting on my very sensitive area just beneath my bellybutton. Maybe I would like that, too.

His other hand then reached up to touch my hair softly, even running through my long black tresses. Involuntarily, I arched my back and threw my head back as well. And then the boy plucked out a strand!

"Ouch!" I yelped, and this time I did spin around.

"Sorry, Boxie," AJ said, taking the piece of hair from Chester. "But we needed a new DNA sample to complete the project. You are the only one with hair long enough for us to use."

Feeling embarrassed, I hugged an arm over my chest and lowered my other hand in front of my crotch. "Is that so?"

Leaning against the desk, I watched the boys take the strand and fix it onto one of the glass slides they prepared for the microscope. It appeared that its length might have been giving them some trouble. Timothy frowned and looked over at me.

"We need another comparative sample," he said. "Would you be able to give us another piece of hair, Boxie?"

"No, it's not all right!" I said at once. "You guys are going to give me split-ends…"

Suddenly I thought of a wicked idea. It was wild and crazy, and the more I thought about it, the more I had to try it. I glanced across the long surface of the desks pushed together and saw where the boys had laid out some other experimental instruments. Fully naked, I stepped slowly around the teenagers and walked around the other side.

"What's this?" I asked innocently, fingering a bladed utensil.

"Be careful!" Chester admonished. "That's a forensic scalpel. It's as sharp as a…"

"As a razor?" I smiled, my grey eyes dancing playfully.

Chester looked at AJ and Timothy, and then back at me. "Why, yes, I suppose so. That's why you shouldn't play around with it."

The scalpel in hand, I took another step toward the classroom door. "How important is it that you get another DNA sample… some more of my hair?"

This time AJ answered, "It is the final part of the project, and we need to illustrate our hypothesis with a control sample and a variable."

"OK, like, I don't know what you just said," I giggled, "but I have an idea how to contribute to the project. Timothy, grab one of those glass dishes and follow me…"

Before any of the boys could object, I hurried to open the door, and walked out of the classroom. Completely naked! My heart was pounding, and I felt so excited. I had never been naked like this in school before! Well, OK, I was nude in the gym once. But standing out here just in the hallway, where hundreds of students walked by every day… this was so amazing!

"Boxie, what are you doing?" Timothy was quickly at my side, though clearly very nervous.

I looked him over from head to toe, pleased to see that my nudity still got a reaction out of him. "I want you to walk with me to the girls bathroom. You know, keep an eye out. I don't want to do this alone."

The cool tiles beneath my bare feet made me giddy. I spun around and dropped my arms to my sides, letting my pink nipples stick straight out. Take a few cautious steps down the hall, I saw that it was safe, and jogged forward past empty classrooms. Turning my head to look over my shoulder, I noticed Timothy was still standing in the same spot, one hand in his pocket.

"Quit staring at my butt!" I giggled, feeling deliciously sexy.

"S-sorry… sorry," the boy stammered.

As he shuffled ahead to keep up with me, I glanced along the walls of the corridor. Finally, I found the door to the girls bathroom. I had used this one tons of times before, but for some reason, it felt like it took forever to get here in my bare birthday suit. Timothy was right behind me as I started to push the door open.

"Ah, ah…" I chided him, "Ladies only!"

I turned around to face him, both hands clasped over my pussy. I stood up on my toes and leaned my bottom into the door, pushing it further open so I could walk backward into the restroom. Telling Timothy to wait for me, I grabbed the glass dish from him and watched the door slowly close again in front of me.

I was now by myself and naked. But stepping up to the wall mirror and seeing my reflection, made me blush to realize I was running around like this. Oh God, these guys must have seen everything! Well, too late now, I guess there was no harm in them seeing a little bit more.

The first thing I did was put the laboratory scalpel and the dish on the ledge by the sinks. I hoped this would work. Turning on the faucets, I ran my hands beneath the water until it was nice and hot. Then I took some of the liquid soap and worked up a good lather. Like a lotion, I rubbed the soap just under my tummy, lower, and lower until my patch of pubic hair was covered in suds. Carefully, I pressed the blade of the scalpel against my body, using my other hand to pull out a curly black hair.

I sliced it off easily and dropped it into the dish. It was a small sample to be sure, but probably perfect for looking at beneath the microscope. But I didn't stop there. With one hand I pressed my tummy flat, and scraped up again with the scalpel. Wiping the blade against the side, more of my wet hairs dropped into the dish.

This wouldn't take long, I figure. My pubic hair grew in like an upside down triangle… starting out as a narrow strip just above my labia, and then widening. I was able to collect a decent sample from trimming the broader patch. But even after I had enough little hairs to take back to the boys, I continued to pull and gently scrape away.

Now I ran the blade beneath the hot water, and went to work on what was left of my stubble. I found that I was able to cut smoothly right down to the skin. This really was like a razor! My butt cheeks clenched as I delicately pressed my fingers around my sensitive pink folds. I was concentrating so hard on being safe and thorough, that before I knew it, I had shaved myself bald.

With a gasp, I ran a hand over my soapy crotch. But there was not a stray hair to be found! I rinsed off the scalpel once more, and then grabbed some wet paper towels to pat down my lower body and between my legs.

Nothing! I was completely bare! Looking down, I saw my juicy pussy lips poking out, nothing concealing them at all. The skin where I had taken off all my pubic hair was still sensitive, and my silky lips were even more responsive to touch.

"Ooooh!" I moaned, as I stroked and coaxed my clitoris into view.

Now I felt really naked! All right, well, I didn't want to start playing with myself right now with Timothy waiting just outside, so I quickly grabbed the dish and the scalpel. Placing one hand over my new bald pussy, I tiptoed over to the door.

"Timothy… are you still out there?" I called out. "If it's still safe, I need you to push open the door."

In a moment, the heavy door to the girls bathroom came opening toward me and I took a few steps back. My heart was beating so fast! Timothy and I locked eyes, and then I lowered mine blushing as I brushed past him. Out in the hallway again, I gave him the container of my hair samples and the bladed instrument.

The boy regarded these with amaze and said, "Boxie… these hairs are the perfect size! How did you cut the ends of your hair so finely with just the scalpel?"

"Um, they're not from the hair on my head," I explained shyly, rubbing a bare foot behind my leg.

He blinked, obviously confused. So I looked past him, and then glanced over my shoulder. We were absolutely alone, just the two of us. Very slowly, first my clenched fingers uncurling, and then I moved my wrists apart. I looked up at the ceiling and dropped my hands to my sides. Showing him my completely shaved pussy.

"Oh, wow…" I heard Timothy gasp.

Realizing that he was not only seeing my outer lips, but my pink labia protruding as well, and my cute clitoral hood if he looked close enough. I folded my hands back over my crotch.

"We had better get back to the room," I suggested.

And the two of us hurriedly made our way down the corridor. Timothy shuffling along as best he could, not wanting to spill the precious contents of the laboratory dish, my pubic hair. My feet slapped over the tiles, running along stark naked.

When we returned to the classroom, I found myself more embarrassed than before. I quietly crept in, keeping both hands cupped over my smooth crotch. Timothy moved ahead of me, bringing the items back to the laboratory station. He showed the other boys the sample.

"Yes, this will do nicely," AJ remarked, twirling a curly black hair between his thumb and forefinger. "The perfect size for the microscope, too. Where did you get this from?"

"Boxie shaved off all her pubic hair!" Timothy blurted out.

"Oh my God!" I squealed. "I can't believe you said that!"

The boys looked over at me. I stood with knees locked together and hands clasped tightly in front of my pussy. Chester took the dish, and slowly swirled a finger through my shavings.

"This is all of it, then?" he asked.

"No… that was just what I thought would be enough for the science project," I was forced to admit. "The rest, I decided to take off… and washed down the sink."

Chester looked over at his friend Timothy, and then back at me. "So you are totally bare right now?"

I couldn't find the words to answer. With wide eyes, I just nodded my chin. God, my nipples were so hard, rubbing against my arms.

"Well, while you were busy grooming yourself," AJ said with finality, "The two of us completed the last of the analysis reports. These hair samples on the slides will make a nice DNA exhibit for our presentation."

"Does that mean I can get dressed?" I asked.

Timothy quickly stepped to my side. "You really did help us out, Boxie. I know it must have been embarrassing to be naked in front of us."

"I'm still naked," I said, blushing.

"Oh… right!" the boy suddenly got my meaning, and moved out of the way.

My round bottom wiggling, I walked forward to the front of the classroom so I could pick up my clothes. Passing my discarded shoes on the way, I had to bend down modestly to retrieve them. I slipped a foot into each heel, and then quickly buckled the straps.

Now that was completely nude except for my shoes, I felt really sexy. With my back still facing the boys, I straightened to my full height. I even stretched my arms like an exaggerated yawn, and then ran my hands through my hair. Looking down at my body, I saw my pussy lips eagerly unfolded. Well, enough of that… I snatched up my panties and pulled them up my legs. Breathing heavy from all the excitement, I put on my top first and then my skirt. I forgot about my bra, leaving my erect nipples to poke out the front of my shirt.

Later that afternoon, when my friend Patty swung around the school to pick me up, she asked if I was happy to see her. I sure was! But I didn't tell her about how I took off my clothes, or about my secret shaving.
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The Science Project - Part 2

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Jan 20, 2008)

The next day in science class, our group was the first called up to give our presentation. I had worn a nice grey skirt that came down below my knee, and had a pretty white blouse decorated with leaf patterns. My hair was tied back in a ponytail, because I thought that would make me look smarter. If I owned reading glasses, I would have put them on to try and fit in with Timothy, AJ, and Chester. The only thing out of place was that I had gone to school without wearing any panties.

That morning, I had found myself wondering how long it would take for my pubic hair to grow back. I had never done something like this before. As it was, there wasn't even any stubble on my delicate mound. It was still sensitive to my touch, so I couldn't bring myself to put on underwear. Besides, who would know?

The four of us stood up in front of the room, with a wide table set before us. There was a projector hooked up to the electronic microscope, and the projector screen behind us. Now that I stared out into the sea of our classmates' faces, I felt kind of nervous. I fidgeted with the cuffs of my shirt while Timothy started the presentation.

The teacher, Mr. Johnson, had himself a seat at the back of the room. From this vantage point, he would observe our project. I stepped to the side, allowing Chester to move forward, so he could explain the next part of our science experiment. It was then that
I lowered my eyes and noticed how the cardboard posters and diagrams had been strategically placed standing up on the table. A line of them stretched across one side, creating a visual display for our presentation. I realized that by positioning myself directly behind them, I was only seen by the class, from the waist up.

Nervously, I fidgeted with the tie string on my hip that fastened my skirt. I don't think I was even consciously aware what my fingers were doing. To my left, I could hear the boys reciting the key points of the report flawlessly, as if they knew this stuff in their sleep. AJ made a reference to the slides and the kind of DNA structure found on hair follicles.

Casually I twisted my head to look behind me, and saw a magnified image of a black strand up on the projector screen. At that moment, it dawned on me that the students in my class were looking at my pubic hair! My teacher was taking notes and would be grading us on my pubic hair!

Heart pounding, I licked my lips, and at the same time loosened the string at my hip. There was a soft rustle of material as the skirt floated to the floor. I let out a small gasp, but I don't think anybody noticed. But behind the table and screen of posters, I was standing in front of my class… bottomless! Oooh, I could feel my bare round bottom just sticking out there!

"Boxie?" I heard AJ call my name. "Boxie, it's your turn…"

I swung my head around to face the boys. Chester was closest to me, and noticed that I had dropped my skirt. Both our eyes were wide as we looked at each other, and he checked out the length of my nude leg and maybe caught a glimpse of my pussy. But he didn't move to touch the skirt, or give away my state of undress. Then I remembered that this was the part of the presentation I was supposed to explain.

Reaching down, I found the index cards that had the information I was supposed to read. Hands trembling, I picked them up off the table. Clutched in my fingers, I could not even cover my exposed pussy. Oh God, it was just out there, puckered in front of my whole class… but no one could see!

Flustered and excited, I somehow managed to recite the information on the card, which the boys had written for me. As we had practiced, I lifted my arm at one point and gestured at the projector screen like a game show hostess. This motion caused my shirt to rise, the ends tickling my tummy. To my surprise, my clit popped out of its hood! I was so glad to have that display shield to hide my nudity, or everyone would see how turned on I was. Pulling my ponytail over my shoulder, when I finished speaking, I think I may have had a small orgasm. My whole body shuddered… I hoped people just figured I was nervous.

Timothy rounded out the presentation, explaining the group's findings and the conclusions drawn. During the polite applause from our classmates, Chester ducked down to grab my skirt and pulled it back up. Quick thinking by the boy, because I was still in a daze and might very well have walked back to my seat showing my bare ass and bald pussy! With Timothy's friend holding me steady, I was able to tie the string tight and make myself decent again.

Afterward, the boys gathered around to thank me.

AJ regarded me with admiration. "That was really sweet of you to at least get half-naked for the actual report."

"Yeah," Timothy added watching me blush. "I was going to ask Mr, Johnson permission to allow you to sit this out or stand on the side… you know, because of your… condition."

Oh God, I'm glad he didn't say anything!

"It doesn't matter," Chester said. "With Boxie's help, I know we got a perfect score."

I just hoped I wouldn't have any more after-school assignments for a while!

THE END
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Last Day of School

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Jan 3, 2009)

I had found the perfect T-shirt when I went to Florida with my family over Spring Break. It was white and cotton, and had a picture of a little island with a palm tree. The sleeves were short, reaching just past the curve of my round shoulders, and the fit was snug too. But it still needed some more work. I spent several weeks stretching the material, testing it and running it through the washer and dryer, until I was convinced it would be ready to wear on the last day of school.

I woke up extra early on that mid-June morning. The sun was out already, and it promised to be a hot day. That would be perfect, too, for my choice of outfit. But I wasn't sure that my parents would approve, so I had to get up before them and make it to school on my own. Hopping into shower, I found myself very excited! I washed my body and my long black hair and made sure I was squeaky clean.

I dried off in the bathroom, and then walked fully nude down the hallway into my bedroom. Thankfully, I didn't run into my mother or father… that would have been embarrassing! So standing with my hands on my hips, I looked around the room, my gaze searching for the T-Shirt, which was draped over the chair where I had left it the night before.

On my bare toes, I stepped across the floor. I guess I was trying to be quiet. As I took the T-shirt in my hands, I could feel my heart beating faster. I pulled the shirt over my head, pulling it down to cover my boobies. The material clung to my curvy body, hugging my breasts, and then my hips as I tugged the shirt lower. It came down just to the top of my thighs, stretching to cover my smooth round bottom. I walked over to look in the mirror, making certain that I was decent.

My braless breasts were firm, and held in place because the fabric was so tight. I thought that if my nipples got hard, they might be a problem. But hopefully the print of the palm tree in the center of the shirt would draw people's eyes away from my chest. Still, I tried not to think about my nipples. Instead, I turned around, and looked over my shoulder to make sure that my ass was covered.

And that was it! With just this single T-shirt stretched over my sixteen-year-old body, I prepared to leave for school. The idea, of course, was that I wanted to try to copy what that girl Erica had once did. That is, she spent the day wearing only a long T-shirt. From the story I heard, she had one that was loose fitting, and it wasn't immediately apparent that she didn't have shorts on. My shirt, I figured, was a little more daring because it left my shape totally revealed. I would have to be more careful as I moved around school, since I stretched it so much, it felt like it might snap right off me! That thought was so scary and so thrilling, at the same time!

The only day I decided would be safe enough to try this stunt, was on the last day of school. It would be nice and warm out, and people's attitudes would be more relaxed. I wouldn't have a full day of classes either. My friend Pattie, when I told her about the idea, said to me that she heard this Erica girl had her clothe stolen, that it was not by choice she was dressed only in a T-shirt. I only shrugged my shoulders. It still sounded too fun not to try!

I had walked as far as the stairs leading downstairs, when I looked at my feet. Well, as almost naked as I was, I guess I couldn't go to school barefoot. Turning around, I jogged back to my bedroom, feeling the T-shirt stretch a little more with my bouncing boobs. In my closet, I found a pair of flip-flops that I also got while I was in Florida. They were lime green, and went well with the leaves of the palm tree on my shirt. Slipping them on my feet, now I was set!

I liked how my toes and heel were still visible. The more skin I was showing, the better… as long as I kept my important parts covered. The flip-flops slapped on my feet as I bounded down the stairs, and I pressed my hands on the hem of the T-shirt to keep it from riding up. I would have to remember that. In the kitchen, I grabbed a bottle of water and a quick bite to eat. Then I scribbled a note to my parents, letting them know I was taking the bus to school.

This was slightly unusual, as I often got driven to school. Usually, this allowed me to sleep a little later, and my parents would drop me off on the way to work, just as the first bell was ringing. But every now and then, I would have to take the school bus, which was not something I looked forward to. Today, the trip would be extra humiliating. But I couldn't let my parents see the way I was dressed!

I closed the front door behind me as I walked outside. The sun was shining and it was already warm. For a second, I closed my eyes enjoying the fresh air on my face and bare legs. Oh my God, standing outdoors in just a pair of flip-flops and a tight T-shirt, I was so excited! I hurried down my driveway, and began walking down the block.

Because this was the last day of school, I didn't have to bring any books with me. I didn't even bring a bag or a backpack. My arms hung at my sides, fingers occasionally clutching the hem of the shirt. The further away I walked from my house, the more nervous I felt. It was early enough that there was not too much traffic, but every time a car did pass, I wondered if they were looking at me. I wondered if they knew I had nothing on under the shirt!

When I got to my bus stop, I had forgotten that it was shared with some Junior High kids from the neighborhood. They went to the same middle school I did, and I still remembered them from a couple of years ago. It's just that it had been months since I last waited here for the bus to the high school. I saw them first as I approached, and froze, feeling suddenly self-conscious. But the teenagers noticed me and started pointing. I forced myself to walk forward again.

"Look, it's Becky Carter!" One of the girls squealed.

She was an annoying brat, two years behind me. I smoothed down the front of my T-shirt, trying to keep my secret hidden, but I'm afraid I only accentuated the curves of my body. I could see them checking out my feet and legs.

"Miss Too Cool to Ride the School Bus!" the girl teased. "Are you sure that T-shirt is the right size? I can see your big fat boobs!"

That made the boys in the group laugh. And made me blush. I wanted to raise my arms to fold them over my breasts. But I was afraid the movement would lift up the bottom of my T-shirt and show my pussy. If they thought my boobs were too big, what would they think of my hot round ass? Of course, they were picking on me because I used to be chubby when I went to their Junior High. That was before I hit puberty, and my body exploded in development and took on a new, voluptuous form. Maybe that was why I was now always tempted to get naked.

Lowering my eyes at the boys, I saw that my smooth bare legs were able to get a reaction. Despite their laughter, they shuffled nervously, cupping hands in front of their crotches.

"What kind of shorts are you wearing?" the Junior High girl asked.

I thought for a moment how to make this embarrassing confession, and then said, "I'm wearing a bikini under this T-shirt! It's the last day of school, and I'm going to the beach right afterwards to start summer vacation."

"Wow, that's awesome!" one of the boys gasped in admiration.

My claim really drove the point home, since they still had a week of school left. That seemed to shut the bratty girl up. I turned around and faced the street, determined to wait for the bus with my arms at my sides. As my fingers brushed the bare skin of my legs, I was toying with the idea of hiking the T-shirt a little higher, just to see how far I could go…

Thankfully, the school bus came rolling down the street, grinding to a stop at the curb before I did anything to expose myself. The hydraulic doors opened with a hiss, and I placed my foot on the black rubber step. I shyly boarded the bus in just my T-shirt and flip-flops.

It had been so long since I used the school's transportation, I wasn't sure where to sit. I definitely wanted some privacy. All the way in the back, it was empty, but we might pick up some older students along the route. I worried they might sit next to me, and start teasing me, and maybe try to take my clothes! As I slowly walked down the aisle, I was very aware of my legs, my toes, and my butt cheeks desperate to peek out under my shirt.

Finally, I picked an empty seat near the middle of the bus. Just as I slid over to sit down, we began moving again, and I was jostled to the corner up against the window. A flip-flop had fallen off one foot, while the T-shirt rolled up to my stomach as I landed on my ass. Oh, wow… I was so close to being naked! I quickly pulled the hem of my T-shirt, covering my lap before anyone noticed. This was getting hot!

Trying to make myself comfortable, I could feel the vinyl seat underneath my bare ass. It was then I realized that the shirt was too short. I had been so preoccupied with making sure the material stretched low enough when I was standing, I forgot to test what would happen when I sat down! This would certainly complicate things during the brief school day! I would have to remember to be very careful.

Nervously, I crossed my legs, and began bobbing one foot… the one that was bare, without a flip-flop. The problem was, because I wasn't wearing any underwear, I was creating a delightful friction between my legs. I squeezed my thighs together and bounced my leg faster.

The bus reached its next stop along the route. I looked out the window to see it was a boy getting on. He looked like he was a year younger than me, a Freshman. Hopefully, that meant he would sit up front, and not come far back here. To my surprise, he headed over to the seat just in front of mine, where he slung his backpack and sat down. I watched nervously as his face and arm slid around the high back of the seat in front of me. He spotted my one flip-flop on the floor near the aisle, and picked it up!

"Is this yours?" he asked.

In reply, I slipped my foot out of the other flip-flop as the bus started rolling again. Carefully, I pushed the flip-flop forward with my toes. I was now wearing only one single article of clothing! My heart beat faster, wondering if he noticed that I wasn't wearing anything else.

I inclined my head and answered, "Looks like a perfect match to me. Yes, those are my shoes…"

He continued to admire my legs and bare feet. While he held the one in his hand, I nudged the other flip-flop closer to the aisle, to see if he would pick it up. Oh my God, what was I doing! What if he demanded a trade… what if this Freshman took both my summer shoes and would only give them back if I took off my T-shirt? I would be totally nude on the school bus!

I sat very still and waited to see what would happen. When he didn't give back my one shoe, I crossed my feet at the ankles, and pulled my legs under the seat. Of course, I used both hands to grip the hem of my shirt, making sure that it stayed down. I wondered if he was getting a boner. The next thing I knew, the bus was slowing down again, another stop. This time two girls got onboard, sisters, I think.

They walked down the aisle and sat in the seat across from me. The girls continued chatting with each other, but then they noticed the boy who was sitting diagonal from them. Well, sitting wasn't exactly true. He was kneeling on the seat, looking over the back at me. He was still holding my one flip-flop, his arm dangling between us. The girls saw this and the older sister figured I was being teased.

"Did you take her shoe, Charlie?" she asked accusingly.

Charlie kept his body pressed against the back of the seat, as if he was hiding something in his pants. He looked flustered and a bit embarrassed as he turned to face the other girls. The boy shook his head, saying he hadn't done anything.

"Well give it back," the young lady instructed him. "I swear, Charlie, you are such a weirdo!"

The poor Freshman dropped my shoe, letting it bounce harmlessly to the floor of the bus. He immediately sank down in his seat, turning around to face forward, and sulking. Me, I quickly located the flip-flop with my toes, and slid it back onto my foot. I was very much aware of my bottomless state, trying to be careful not to let the girls see too much of my leg as the T-shirt rode up my body. Nervously, I put my other flip-flop on again. I decided I should not play any more games for the rest of the bus ride.

My heart was beating faster as we pulled into the school parking lot a few minutes later. Somehow, I wished that I had brought along a book or a backpack, or something. Instead, it felt like it was just me and my T-shirt, and of course my little secret. I was quick to stand up as the bus came to a complete stop. Before anyone could notice me, I fussed with the hem of the shirt, making sure it covered my crotch and bottom. The girls in the seat across from me were busy gabbing away, so when Charlie stepped out into the aisle, I fell in right behind him.

I could hear the two sisters then, following my flip-flop footsteps. They were giggling as I could feel the first girl press close against me. She put her fingers lightly on my back, urging me forward. It occurred to me that she must realize I was not wearing a bra under the T-shirt. Well, I could not get off this bus soon enough! Clutching the fabric of the shirt in front of me, I hoped they would not get curious and try to lift it up.

Thankfully, these girls had no interest in teasing me, just giggling at my daring outfit. I mean really, I was showing a lot of leg, and the material stretched so tight over my body, left little to the imagination. On any other day, I would probably be marched right down to the principal's office for showing up dressed like this. But I figured on the last day of school, no one would notice.

As we walked into the main lobby of the building, we joined in with the larger press of students coming in off of other buses. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I just kept my arms at my sides. Really, I felt so vulnerable, yet kind of excited, too. Plenty of eyes turned to look at me and what I was wearing… or what I wasn't wearing! In this manner, I bounced and jiggled down the hall, making my way to the stairs that would lead to my homeroom.

"I can't believe you came to school dressed like this!" my friend Pattie said, waiting for me at my locker.

Moving forward so that I would be out of the way of the other boys and girls walking through the hallway, I pushed up against my locker and grinned, "Like what?"

"Are you even wearing anything under that shirt?" Pattie huffed.

"Nope," I lowered my eyes and giggled.

My friend only shook her head. "I thought you would have learned your lesson by now. You're going to get yourself in trouble, Boxie!"

I told her it would be all right, it wasn't a big deal. Although I was feeling more nervous as we continued standing out here. I was surprised I had confessed to her that I was naked underneath this one item of clothing. Not that Pattie would do anything, but the admission only served to remind me how close I was to being totally nude at school. I could feel my nipples starting to poke out, and my skin felt warm. I think I was blushing.

Thankfully, the period bell rang, and we would have to go to our separate homerooms. At least I wouldn’t have to suffer under her knowing and disapproving glare. It was only a half-day today anyway, and the whole time would be spent confined in the classroom. So it's not like I would be running up and down flights of stairs.

Still, I entered the room shyly, clutching the hem of the tight T-shirt, to make sure it stayed down. There were students already seated at the desks, talking and laughing. Some waved to me, others pointed and laughed. I took a moment to look around for a place to sit, just standing there in front of the classroom. I don't think the teacher noticed me yet. All those eyes on me, I fidgeted with the tight fabric and casually slipped one foot out of a flip-flop before putting it on again. Finally, I decided to find a seat toward the back of the room.

Walking down the aisle between desks, I know some boys whistled at me. And some girls probably whispered some unflattering remarks. But I just kept my head down, and worked my way to the last desk in the row. Fortunately, there were no other students around me for the moment, and I quickly moved myself onto the chair. The thing is, I had to lift my little T-shirt just enough so I could pull the material over my lap when I was seated.

My bare ass made contact with the plastic seat, and sent a shiver through my body! I let out a small gasp, which I hoped nobody else heard. Then I crossed my legs and folded my hands atop the desk, trying to take my mind off the situation.

A few minutes later, a girl in my homeroom took the seat directly across from me in the next row and said, "Hi Boxie!"

Her name was Samantha, and she was a perky popular girl with shoulder-length red hair. She and I had been chummy in class and during homeroom, but we never saw each other outside of school. We had different recreational interests. One thing she did like, was cute nicknames.

"Hi Sammie," I turned and smiled at her nervously.

"Oh, that's a cute T-shirt," she commented. "Did you go to Florida for vacation?"

I told her that I did. At first, I felt a little awkward talking to her, knowing that this one article of clothing was all I was wearing. But soon, we were happily chatting away, talking about boys and plans for summer vacation. It helped me relax a bit.

Then she leaned back in her seat, inclining her head so that she was able to see how I was sitting.

"Oh my God, Boxie… are you wearing a thong?" Samantha asked with a giggle.

Remembering my story from the bus stop, I answered, "It's a bikini. I'm… I'm going to the beach right after school."

"Cool," the girl replied as she leaned forward again. "I bet you will look awesome in it. You've got a great body."

That comment made me blush and cross my legs under the desk, and all I could mutter was, "Thanks…"

The rest of the morning went by pretty uneventfully, for which I was indeed thankful. There was an announcement that came over the loudspeaker, asking our homeroom teacher about some graduation diplomas. It seemed the senior class was practicing for their ceremony down in the cafeteria today, and they wanted the empty diploma cases.

"Samantha," he called out, his eyes finding the two of us in the corner. "Samantha, would you come up here for a moment?"

The girl looked over at me and shrugged her shoulders. I watched her get up and walk up toward the teacher's desk in the front of the classroom. She was wearing cutoff denim shorts and a red summer top. I also noticed that she had comfortable sneakers on, but didn't look like she was wearing socks. Sammie bounced up to the teacher's side, teasing her short red-hair.

"I need you to bring these boxes of diploma cases down to the cafeteria. You can bring a friend with you to help. I know I can depend on you to drop these off, without any fooling around."

"Yes, Mr. Peterson," the sophomore girl answered respectfully.

She then turned around to face the class, and motioned at me with her arm. I looked over my shoulder, but of course, there was no one else behind me. I don't think anybody else was even paying attention to her. Putting my finger to my chest, I still hesitated and asked, "Me?"

"Yes, Boxie!" she called out and laughed. "Come up here and help me with these!"

Well this certainly complicated things. I hadn't really planned on going on any adventures today. Just hoped to stay quietly in the corner without drawing extra attention to myself. But then, I guess there was no fun in that. So very carefully, slowly, I began to climb out of my seat. Again, I was grateful that there was no one behind me, because standing up left the bottom of my butt briefly exposed. I hurriedly pulled down the sides of the T-shirt, to make sure my hips were covered. Maybe I pulled a little to firmly, because I thought I felt the material stretch the seams at my shoulders.

I walked forward, keeping my legs together, and trying not to wiggle and bounce. Naturally curvy, it was hard to conceal the shape of my young body, and I'm sure my cheeks were peeking out playfully beneath the shirt's hem. My flip-flops slapped across the floor until I reached the teacher's desk.

"You take one and I'll take one," Sammie said, grabbing the first box of diplomas.

I paused, afraid of being too hasty with my movements and raising my shirt. This caused the teacher to lift his head to see what was the delay. Immediately, his eyes locked on my figure, and I was ashamed for him to see me dressed so indecently. That made me take the other box and bring it close to my body, just about level with my crotch. The only thing was, I would not be able to use my hands to adjust the T-shirt.

Fortunately, I could feel the box resting against the soft cotton of the shirt and not my bare privates, which meant the hem was still lowered. If I kept it pressed against my body, I guess I would be able to manage and keep the shirt down. Still, this is something I had not expected and was not prepared for. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Sammie had already turned to leave the classroom. Shyly, I stepped backward to follow her into the hallway, keeping my front covered, in case my ass was showing.

When I made it out into the corridor, I started going in the direction of the stairs that would lead to the ground floor. Only then I realized the other girl was behind me, as she fell in to walk at my side. She didn't say anything, so I figured my bottom must be covered. At the same time, I was aware of my nipples poking out indentations in my shirt.

"Those are cute!" Sammie said, bouncing along next to me.

I looked to her in shock, worried about my boobies and erect nipples, but then saw she was talking about my flip-flops. It was hard to believe these were all I was wearing except for the T-shirt! I turned to her and smiled.

"Yeah, I thought they would be great for the summer." I said.

Sammie nodded her head as we continued walking. "You certainly like to be prepared! I wish I could go to the beach with you, Boxie."

When we made it to the stairs, the girl scooted ahead of me to take the flight down. I had been hoping to cut in front of her, or at least remain next to her. Because now, if she looked back up, I was afraid she might see more of my secret. But then, I did have the box of diplomas covering my crotch. It was just that the longer I stayed out here like this, the more excited I was getting!

Reaching the main floor of the school building, I caught up with Samantha, a little breathless.

"I bet the Senior class will enjoy checking out your outfit," the girl giggled.

My heart was beating faster as we rounded a corner and drew closer to the cafeteria. Now I definitely wanted her moving ahead of me, shielding the view of my form-fitting T-shirt. The rest of the hallways had been really quiet, as the morning classes were still in session. But as soon as we walked through the glass doors of the cafeteria, there was a buzz of voices, talking, laughter, the anticipation of the graduating class, which startled me.

I followed Sammie out into the middle of the spacious room. Swinging my head around, I saw that most of the tables and chairs had been moved out of the way to make room for the ceremony practice. There were a few tables left in place for the teachers to use. To my amazement, it seemed like the whole class had showed up today, hundreds of young men and women, in addition to the supervising faculty.

My classmate found the head teacher in charge and approached her. I crept close behind, feeling like all eyes were on my body.

Sammie lifted the box of diplomas and said, "Mr. Peterson sent us to bring you these."

"That's right, you can put them right over there," the twelfth-grade teacher answered, pointing out a table on the side. "Thank you for bringing them down."

The two of us scurried over to where we were directed, and I could swear I heard some boys snickering. Or maybe it was my imagination, or just my nerves. We dropped the boxes onto the table, and that was it! Easy enough, I was thankful I was able to make the delivery without incident. To be sure, I smoothed down the front of the T-shirt, even pulling the hem extra hard so that my bottom was safe and covered.

RRRIIIIPPP….

Oh no! I thought I felt the seams at my shoulders start to give away! Quickly, I lowered my head to inspect the T-shirt, but there did not appear to be any visible damage. But the material was certainly straining to contain my boobs, and my round ass. I placed my arms at my sides and felt that I should move very gingerly. Looking to my wrist, I wanted to see how much longer was left in the school day. Except I wasn't even wearing a watch!

I started walking toward the cafeteria exit, eager to return to the safety of homeroom. Sammie, however, was unaware of my delicate state or my near clothing mishap. And she did not seem to be in a rush to get back to class.

Suddenly she was at my side and whispered, "Oh my God, Boxie, look at those cute guys over there!"

"Where?" I asked, though truthfully I had meant to keep my focus on the doors, wanting to get away from all these people.

I continued moving forward, and the redheaded girl grabbed my shoulder as if to spin me around.

"No, Boxie… over there!" she squealed.

Her fist curled up a bunch of the white material and pulled to bring me around in a half-circle. Except that in my rush to escape, I moved even faster, practically running in the opposite direction.

The T-shirt had been worn out, stretched and put through much in preparation for this day, and throughout the day. I guess the fabric never stood a chance.

RRRIIIPPP…

Arms out in front of me, I stumbled several feet forward. While the T-shirt was ripped clean off my body!

Falling to my knees, I looked down and saw that I was naked! NAKED! My head swung to watch the reaction over my shoulder. Sammie was standing there with the shredded halves of the shirt in her hands… it had split right down the back! And now, the whole Senior class was staring at my bare ass, making me freeze in a very embarrassing position. At least I still had my flip-flops.

"OH MY GOD! Boxie!" Sammie cried and pointed.

That made me jump up to my feet! I felt my long silky black hair cascade down my bare back as I immediately clutched my bare breasts. This left my bare, curvy rear-end completely on display. And then I dropped a hand discreetly over my bare pink sex. For as part of the day's planning, I had been afraid my patch of black pubic hair would show through the white T-shirt. So I had shaved my pubic mound smooth and hairless. I never thought I would be exposing my pussy like this!

People started shouting and calling out… there were whistles and clapping and cheering. My head was spinning. I didn't expect this to happen, so suddenly! And here I was, nude in front of the graduating class. What a way to spend my last day of school! I was afraid that the teachers would come after me and I would be in more trouble, so I started jogging straight for the cafeteria doors.

Grabbing the metal handle in trembling hands, I had to pause as I pulled the heavy glass door toward me. Everyone was seeing my butt. My completely bare naked butt, just bouncing out there in the open! Finally, I streaked into the school corridor, which was thankfully still empty.

Fully nude, I ran around a corner with my boobies bouncing up and down in front of me, and my flip-flops slapping over the floor tiles. That gave me an idea as I slid up against a wall to catch my breath. Lifting one leg, I reached my arm down and slipped off the flip-flop. Then I took off the other one. I held the shoes together for a moment, savoring the fact that I was standing barefoot and TOTALLY NAKED in my school hallway!

But the truth was, I wanted to use the shoes as extra covering. It also didn't help to have my fingers directly pressing my sensitive pink parts. So I crossed an arm over my breasts, holding one of the flip-flops in front of the extended nipple. I then held the other flip-flop right against my bald pussy. Now I was able to walk on my tiptoes, and hopefully would be quieter. But where to go, I wondered.

I imagined myself making it back up to homeroom, bare body and all, of course keeping my tits and pussy modestly covered. Oh my God, that would be so hot! I would be so embarrassed for the teacher to see me, though, and he would probably call my parents. If I could just find some clothes to put on…

Approaching the hallway that led to the Main Office, I realized I had come quite a way from the cafeteria. Hopefully Samantha would have explained that it was an accident, and the faculty wouldn't be looking for me. But I didn't want the Principal to catch me running around without any clothes on either! So after a moment's thought, I decided to change directions and head toward the Nurse's Office.

Ms. Baker was nice, always looking out for us girls. She might be surprised to see me, but I was sure she would help. So carefully I crept down the empty corridor, trying not to run into anybody, but also hoping that the period bell didn't ring sending a flood of students out of the classrooms to surround me and stare at me…

"Oh my God!" I gasped, and licked my lips.

Pretty soon, I rounded the corner that led to the school Health Office. I saw lights on in the room, which was good, because that meant Nurse Baker was available to help me. Still, I was totally embarrassed and I had to close my eyes as I approached the doorway.

"Rebecca Carter, what are you doing?" I heard the woman address me.

Taking a deep breath, I opened my eyes to see Nurse Baker sitting at her desk in front of me. On the side of her desk was a chair. And sitting there was a boy I recognized from my Math class. Our eyes locked and I froze, although fortunately I already had my flip-flops in position, hiding my boobs and pussy. He had his arm stretched out on top of the desk, where Ms. Baker had just finished applying a bandage.

Finally, rubbing the toes of one bare foot behind my other leg, I found I was able to answer, "Had a little accident…"

The school nurse shook her head. Then she turned to the boy and told him, "There, you're all done, Martin. That should teach you to horse around with sharp objects. You can go back to your class now."

Martin looked from me, to the woman behind the desk at his side. He pulled his arm back, and gingerly tested the gauze wrap. Slowly, the young man rose from his seat, as if he was still uncomfortable. I stood in the doorway and watched as he shuffled forward, now cradling the elbow of his injured arm in his other hand. Once more, he glanced back at Ms. Baker who only nodded her head as if to tell him to hurry up and leave. Or maybe she was nodding at me that I should step into the office, but I didn't move.

This meant that poor Martin had to squeeze past me in order to get out the door. I clutched my flip-flops tightly, pressing them against my pink parts. The young man angled himself so that he was facing my side as he walked around me. It was a close fit, and the feel of his shirt and pants brushing my bare skin, caused my whole body to tingle! I turned my head to look over my shoulder and saw Martin walking backward, with a full view of my completely naked ass. I also saw that he had a boner pushing out the front of his pants!

I giggled, which made the boy look down. He saw his condition and at once turned to run back through the hallway and around the corner. What a turn-on!

"Rebecca Carter, will you get into my office!" Nurse Baker called my attention.

Immediately I tip-toed forward until I stood fully in the middle of the room. I know I was blushing, because I had gotten caught thinking dirty thoughts. Hopefully, she wouldn't be seeing any other students today.

"All right, tell me what happened," she said, placing her hands calmly on the desk. "Why are you running around school without any clothes on?"

Pausing to collect my thoughts, I licked my lips and began my story, "You see, I had an accident with my T-shirt. I was in the cafeteria and it ripped. Um, it ripped right off me. And there were a lot of students around, so I ran here."

Nurse Baker arched an eyebrow, "And this T-shirt was all you were wearing, Miss Carter?"

"It was long… well, long enough to cover my bottom," I admitted bashfully.

The school nurse pushed her chair back and stood up so that she could walk over to me. In her heels, she was probably at least a foot taller than me. I was worried that she was going to get me in trouble. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. She asked me why I didn't have any underwear on underneath!

"Um…" I tried to stall, bouncing nervously on my toes. "I was just going to the beach after to school… it would be easier to slip into my swimsuit…"

Ms. Baker didn't seem convinced, but she didn't press any further. Instead, she told me to put my shoes down! I was in no position to protest, so I glanced to my side and located the examination table, which would be a suitable place to put them. Padding across the room, I lifted my flip-flops to the leather upholstery. When I spun around again, I had to use my arms and hands to try to hide my nudity.

But the school nurse would have none of that. She had done plenty of physical examinations, I imagine, and had seen lots of female teenagers. Bringing me back to the middle of the health office, she gently took my arms and lowered them to my side. I was so embarrassed as my erect nipples sprang out. And… Oh my God! My totally bald pussy!

"You're certainly prepared for bikini season," Ms. Baker commented with a wink.

Oh my God, I can't believe she was talking about my pussy! I think my whole face turned bright red, and my round bottom was blushing rosy pink. All I could do was close my eyes and clench my fists at my sides.

Suddenly I felt my boobies being held! Not just being held, but actually lifted up and bounced back down on my chest! A small coo escaped my lips as the nurse briefly touched my nipples. I knew she was only checking clinically, making sure I was all right, but her fingers felt so good on my excited body.

"I see you are developing quite nicely, Rebecca," the nurse remarked.

Opening my eyes, I answered shyly, "Thank you…"

"All the more reason you should not be running around school, naked!" And this last point, she emphasized with a playful smack on my rear end.

Her heels clicked over the floor, and I listened to Ms. Baker stroll around behind me. My long black hair fell to the middle of my back, straight and framing the juicy round globes of my bare bottom. I was afraid she might ask me to touch my toes, or give me a rectal examination! Self-conscious, I still separated my feet a little, causing my labia to unfold between my legs. I thought I would die of shame…

But then the woman moved around to stand in front of me again. Part of me wanted to cover up, yet part of me… enjoyed her evaluating my body. I was proud of my shape and the way I looked. The only thing was, it was embarrassing for a school official to see me aroused like this. I was horny, and I'm pretty sure she knew it.

"Have you started masturbating?" Ms. Baker asked.

I clasped both my hands to my mouth in shock. It's like she was a mind reader! Although I guess she had to take developmental psych courses to become a nurse, so she understood what a naked sixteen year-old girl would be going through.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered softly.

The nurse smiled and nodded her head. "It's all healthy and perfectly natural. Well, except for the part about you running around school without any clothes on. I suppose I had best get you covered up…"

I fancied she said that last bit almost with a tone of regret. Even more amazingly, I almost told her she needn't trouble herself on my account. As if I was prepared to stroll back to homeroom, totally bare-assed nude! Oooh, I thought again, that would be so hot. And yet it would also be horribly embarrassing for my classmates to see me like this.

I was so busy sorting through my confused and muddled emotions, that I did not notice Ms. Baker had left the office. I was alone. Here was my chance… I could run back into the hallways and streak the high school in my birthday suit! Arms dangling at my sides, I turned and faced the door. A few more steps and I would be out in the hallway. Buck naked, out in the school hallway!

Then the nurse came marching back into the room, bringing what looked like a small hospital gown. It was pale green and appeared flimsy, like it was made of paper. As my nipples pointed toward the ceiling, Ms. Baker stood in front of me and shook her head.

"It seems like you just can't keep out of sight today, Miss Carter," she said sarcastically. "Here, let's try this on…"

I held out my arms so that she could slip the sleeves of the gown over me. Not that they were full sleeves. They paper ended just past my shoulders, leaving most of my arms totally bare. Looking be hind me, I saw that my backside was bare, too, and I wiggled my butt appreciatively. That is, until Ms. Baker walked around me and snapped the little metal buttons that closed the gown. She then motioned me to put my flip-flops back on.

"The day is almost over," she said with a glance at the clock. "No point in bringing a change of clothes, I will just call your mother to come pick you up…"

"NO!" I squeaked, nearly jumping out of the paper gown. "I mean, she's at work… I don't want to bother her… she's very busy!"

The truth was, my mother had no idea I had gone to school so indecently. I'm sure she would be furious, or at least very annoyed. I really didn't want to face her like this. She would ask how the rest of my clothes got ruined and where were they. How could I tell her that I had gone outside in only a tight T-shirt?

"Boxie," the Nurse used my nickname to get my attention. "You can't go back to class like that. Now I'll let you stay here for the next half hour, but how are you going to get home? You can't ride the school bus…"

Thinking quickly, I responded, "I'll get a ride home with my friend Patricia!"

Ms. Baker considered for a moment, and finally agreed to spare me the embarrassment of having my mother come down to school to pick me up. She said that she would buzz Patricia's homeroom five minutes before the final bell and ask her to report to the Health Office. That would give my friend enough time to collect me and for us to hurry to her car before the rest of the school let out.

When Patty showed up at the end of the half-day, she could not find the words to speak. She just kind of looked at me in that paper gown and shook her head in disbelief.

"Now remember," the Nurse said sternly. "I want you to go straight to the student parking lot and take this young lady home. I don't want to cause any commotion!"

"Yes ma'am," my friend and I both answered.

And with that, we were dismissed from the room. What a way to finish the last day of the school year! But as soon as we were a good distance into the hallway, out of earshot, Patty shook me by the arm.

"I can't believe you did this, Boxie! And now look what happened…"

I grinned and said, "Yeah, isn't it wild! I mean, I was so scared when those seniors saw my nude body… but also thrilled!"

"You are too much," my friend insisted. "You're lucky to have me to drive you to your house."

I stopped walking forward. Patricia looked back and asked what was wrong. It was just the two of us, standing in the quiet lobby of the high school. In another minute, the bell would ring, signaling the official start of Summer Vacation and letting loose a flood of students. I gingerly plucked at the paper gown covering my body.

"You're not taking me home," I smiled mischievously.

"What?" Patty replied.

I looked around, and then pressed myself excitedly against my best friend. "I'm going to take the school bus!"

"Are you crazy!" the girl cried. "In that delicate thing? The other kids will make fun of you…"

Oh, the humiliation would be delicious! I don't know why, but I could already feel myself heating up. At that moment, the school bell rang through the building. I dashed off for the exit, my flip-flops slapping over the floor. I only spared a second to look back and waved "bye" to my friend.

Pushing open the front doors, I burst out into the sunlight of the warm early afternoon. I bounded down the steps, to where the line of school buses was already waiting for the discharged students to get onboard. It was easy for me to find the number for my bus, being the first one out here. I didn't have to jostle through a crowd of other boys and girls, teachers and supervisors, and get lost in the confusion.

When I reached the bus, I rapped on the glass of the hydraulic door with the back of my hand. The driver, who was an older gentleman, was probably surprised to see any students so soon. I knew he also would not be looking forward to driving home a bus full of rowdy students on the last day of school. Hopefully, he would not put up too much of a fuss.

"I had an accident today," I explained shyly.

The man clearly did not know what to make of my paper gown and he seemed genuinely concerned. "Do you think… maybe you want to sit up front?"

As I climbed the steps carefully, I turned and started to head down the aisle between the seats. "No… I think… I'll be all right."

I gave a weak smile, and I'm pretty sure I was blushing. Proceeding to walk toward the back of the bus, I hoped Ms. Baker did a good job of snapping up the gown. I had a feeling that the driver was watching me the whole way. And I did not stop in the middle, unlike on my trip to school earlier this morning. I was the first person here, and I could choose to sit anywhere I wanted!

I chose to sit in the back. Like, totally all the way in the back, in the very last seat. That's where the Seniors would sit, although I was certain there would not be anyone from the graduating class taking the bus today. But there would be Juniors. And other students from my class…

I sat down nervously, and waited for the other boys and girls to happily swarm onto the bus, anxious for the long summer break to begin. As I was sitting, for the first time since putting on the gown, I noticed that the paper only reached to the top of my knees. I was decently covered, but all of my lower legs were exposed. Crossing my legs now, I dangled a flip-flop precariously from my toes.

The first students arrived, a pair of younger ninth graders who were friends. They sat near the front of the bus. But then, as the school emptied and more and more young people raced for their rides home, another group of Freshmen climbed onboard. There were three guys, excited and laughing it up. They came all the way to the back, and took the seats in front of me! The ones diagonally across from me looked my way and grinned. This was so embarrassing!

Next came the two sisters from the morning route. They immediately headed for the back, sitting in the seat directly across from me. When they saw me in the paper gown, they lifted their hands to their mouths in shock, giggling.

"Oh my God, did you get in trouble because of your T-shirt?" one of them asked. "Did they make you take it off?"

Before I could answer, more students boarded the bus heading in our direction. These were older classmen, they would be Seniors next year. In a show of throwing around their new authority, the guy and two girls tossed the ninth graders out of their seats. Although the younger students only moved up one row, they continued to watch me. Then the seventeen-year-old Juniors tried to do the same to us in the last seats.

"Oh, please let us stay!" the sisters begged. "Look… Boxie had a bad day and was sent home in a paper gown!"

This cracked up the older students, as well as others who were cramming in close to the back. I was told that I could sit on the edge of the aisle, if I let the sisters squeeze into the same seat. So, what could I do? I was really nervous and anxious at this point, so I carefully stood up and moved by the emergency rear exit. This allowed the sisters to switch seats, and then I sat back down next to them.

The Juniors took their places across from us, and all of a sudden, it started at once. The teasing, the playful laughter and pranks at my expense. I had only so much to lose, and I think the older teenagers knew it.

"Hey, Boxie! Can I sign your gown?" one of them asked. "You know, like a yearbook!"

I think I was trembling a bit, but didn't say anything. The boy, who was actually rather attractive, produced a pen and handed it to one of his friends. Now the bus had just started moving at this point, rolling past the school and about to leave the parking lot. We were bumped around a bit, and one of the sisters had to hold me still. Then the other girl leaned across the aisle… and started writing on the gown, the piece covering my thigh!

"Dear Boxie," she said out loud as she wrote, "Hope you have an awesome summer!"

I looked down in amazement. That seemed harmless enough. In fact, it was kind of nice. But at the same time, the thin paper pressing against my skin, and the pen crawling across felt absolutely outrageous! Before I knew it, the girl sitting next to me had a pen of her own.

"Keep in Touch, Boxie!" she wrote with glee. "Let's go clothes shopping… Love, Amy"

Everyone got a big laugh at that, the message signed on the gown above my other thigh. Then the young man moved out of his seat and crouched down in the aisle. You're not supposed to get up while the bus was in motion! But he didn't care. He put a hand on my knee, which caused me to drop one of the flip-flops off my foot. Then he began to write a message on the gown… right over my crotch!

"See you next year… Kenny"

"Oh!" I moaned, as he basically scribbled and rubbed the paper against my pussy.

I wasn't sure if they knew I wasn't wearing any underwear, but I think this guy knew now. If they kept this up, I think I would be very popular next year. Then again, hopefully we would have the entire summer to forget about our crazy bus ride home.

The whole bus of course was very noisy. Younger students sitting way up front had no idea what was going on back here, nor did the driver, who probably had a big headache. That kind of made it more tantalizing, what we were doing. We could get away with anything. There were already papers being thrown back and forth, pages being torn from notebooks and thrown out the windows.

"Hey! Give me something to write on!" someone shouted, and I looked up to see a boy leaning over the seat in front of us.

Next to me, Amy giggled and took the short sleeve of the paper gown in her hand. She then ripped off a decent size, leaving me with one bare shoulder! The girl handed the scrap of paper to the boy.

"Here you go," she said, "compliments of Boxie!"

"Hey!" I squealed.

One of the older girls across from us leaned across the aisle and grabbed my other arm. There was a sound of ripping and shredding paper… and the next thing I knew, my other shoulder was exposed! She had taken off so much that I had to lift my hands to keep the gown covering my chest! I was very close to having my boobies hanging out.

There must have been more than half a dozen students paying attention to me now. On one hand, it made me feel really good, but I was also getting more and more embarrassed.

A big tenth grader who obviously played on the sports teams called out, "Let's pass notes to the front of the bus!"

Everyone thought this was a great idea. And then I realized the joke was that they would use pieces of my gown for the paper. Startled and over excited, I kicked off my other flip-flop. I wanted to cry out that this gown was all I was wearing, but I couldn't say anything. Amy slipped her hand behind me and tore off a large square from the back of the gown. As she wrote something down and folded the paper to be passed forward, I leaned against the seat and felt my bare skin against the vinyl.

A seventeen-year-old girl on the opposite seat stretched her hand out and ripped a piece away from the side of my gown. I could not use my hands to deflect her, because I was holding the front to cover my breasts. Glancing down, I saw my bare hip. Those students across the aisle, I'm pretty certain could tell I was not wearing panties.

More pieces were torn from my body, leaving my tummy exposed and my cute bellybutton sticking out. I was suddenly aware that only the girls in the back of the bus were busy cutting out the paper, writing notes, and passing them ahead. The other guys were just watching me intently, wondering how far this would go. I found myself wondering the same.

The top of the gown had become separated from the waist. For that matter, the back had been totally removed so that I was now clutching a single piece of paper in front of my boobies. On my right, the side was torn away completely, leaving all of the leg revealed. And I was barefoot. Panicking, I looked around, but could not see my flip-flops anywhere! Had they been tossed forward as well?

Amy's sister who had the window seat got the idea to lean over and rip out the part of the gown that covered my left hip. Then, instead of sending the paper to the head of the bus like the others had done, she opened up the window and let it flutter away down the road! But the open window allowed a warm breeze to rush through the back of the bus.

You see, there was no longer anything tying the gown on my lap, what was left of it, to my body. The wind whipped my long black hair across my face… and also took the last piece of paper resting on my crotch! It went flying across the aisle where it was snatched by the guy who was a year older than me. As soon as I felt the breeze tickle my bald pussy, I slapped a hand down between my legs.

And then the bus rolled to a stop, because this is where the sisters had to get off. I remembered they were two stops away from own. But they had been squeezed in close to the window, as I had sat on the edge by the aisle. Now they expected me to get up, to let them out!

"Come on, Boxie!" they were both pushing me, eager to begin their summer vacation.

I was forced to climb out of the seat and stand in the aisle all the way at the back of the bus! With one hand cupping my pussy, I clutched the last remaining shred of the paper gown to my chest, crossing my feet at the ankles shyly. The girls got out and said goodbye to me pleasantly, then giggled all the way home. At least I would have the seat to myself for the rest of the humiliating trip.

That is what I thought, until just before the bus started moving again, one of the Junior girls jumped across the aisle and took the spot next to the window. I moved to sit next to her, but first she swiped the patch of paper gown that had been left behind on the seat. This is what I had been sitting on! Now I took my seat with my BARE ASS landing on the vinyl.

"Oh my God!" I moaned out lout.

The realization hit me that I had just been stripped naked on my school bus. Admittedly, the paper gown I had been wearing was not much, and was an inviting target for playful hands. This being the last day of school, the students were already in a partying mood, and things were looser about such things. My tummy fluttered and my toes curled as I closed my eyes. I thought I might have an orgasm, if I wasn't careful.

"Yoink!" I heard the girl next to me tease…

In the next instant, she had reached her hand under my arms and plucked out the last piece of the gown. I turned my head to watch her send it flying out the window. And that was it.

I had nothing on at all!

I was forced to keep my boobies covered with my hands to hide my erect nipples. My legs were still crossed, so that no one could see my pussy, although I guess it would be easy to tell I was hairless. I wasn't crying or acting too upset, which is probably why the other students let it go this far. By the way my body was reacting, they might even think I enjoyed it. I had to arch my back a couple of times as the school bus bounced down the road.

The incredible thing about all of this was that at least half the bus, those who were sitting closer to the front, could not have known I was sitting back here, absolutely nude! I watched as Charlie, the boy who had pestered me earlier in the morning was let off at his stop. He was probably none the wiser. And then it occurred to me… my bus stop was next!

I thought about how I was going to do this. All the students in the back with me would get a clear view of my curvy, round naked ass. I had to keep my tits and pussy covered. At least this way, no one would see my pink parts. It would give them all something to laugh about and tell the story next year. Thank God I normally don't ride the bus! I guess this is what I get for hanging out with the big kids. Plus, I was horny as hell.

The bus came to a stop. I could hear the hydraulic doors open, the motor rumbling as it idled, waiting for me to disembark. Well, I definitely did not want the driver to come back here looking for me. So I jumped out of my seat. I took a deep breath… and then jogged fully nude between the rows of seats. Cradling my boobies in one arm, my bare feet slapped over the floor of the aisle.

Imagine the surprise for those students who casually turned their necks or looked up to see who was getting off the bus.

"Oh my God!" I muttered breathlessly as I passed a handful of boys and girls who went to school with me.

The bus driver was shocked as I reached the front and began to climb down the steps, my bare bottom jiggling. I think he was too dazed to say or do anything. Although I'm sure he would have a word with the older students in the back. I hoped they didn't get into much trouble.

Speaking of trouble, as my toes found the concrete of the sidewalk, the warm sun caressed my shoulders, legs, back and buttocks, touching every inch of skin that was on display. I was totally aware of my nudity, and suddenly realized that I had to run to my house that was three blocks away! There was no way the huge bus could turn around quickly, so I wasn't too afraid of the driver following me. Off I ran in the opposite direction, toward my house.

I had never done this before, running home this far, naked. Was I supposed to be careful and discreet? Maybe I should have spent more time hiding and only moving when there were no cars or other people around. But it was about 12: 30 pm in the middle of the day. The sun was shining brightly overhead, and I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

Some cars honked as they caught sight of the sixteen year-old-girl with long black hair streaming behind her, jogging down the sidewalk without any clothes on. I would turn my head to look over my shoulder. But mostly the people who noticed were the ones who approached from behind, as they could clearly see that I was bare-assed nude. Closer to my house, I passed a couple of kids playing in the front yard. They giggled and pointed. I was scared that their parents might come out and see me, but yet the more attention I received, the more I was getting aroused.

Thankfully, I made it all the way to my front porch without getting into trouble. I found the spare key that would allow me to walk inside while my mother wasn't home. Immediately I headed for the bathroom where I started a bath. In the warm, relaxing water, I masturbated for a very long time.

That was the hottest last day of school!

THE END
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Boxie and the Swim Team - Part 1

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Aug 1, 2009)

My friend Patty and I were sitting in our high school cafeteria during lunch period. It was crowded, but we had arrived early enough to grab a table in the corner near the Senior Class section. We probably shouldn't have been here, and my friend suggested we look for a place to eat by our own classmates. But I insisted, and there hadn't been any problem. Once the lunch period began, no one bothered us, and we were pretty much left alone.

Halfway through, however, a group of four older guys came walking up to us. Patty and I had been sitting with our backs to the wall, so we were able to watch their approach. For some reason, I felt my heart begin to beat a little faster beneath my orange T-shirt. I teased the ends of my long black hair as one of the guys stepped toward the table.

"Are you Boxie Carter?" he asked.

I looked nervously at Patty, giggled, and then answered, "Yes, that's me… I'm Boxie."

A moment of silence passed in an otherwise noisy lunchroom, the four boys staring down at us. The one then said cryptically, "I was told you might be interested in something we had…"

I rested my chin on interlocked fingers while glancing up at these eighteen-year-old young men. They were all fit, lean and athletic. Shifting my gaze toward Patty, I raised an eyebrow approvingly. She had selected hotdogs from the lunch menu today, and at that moment took a bite out of her wiener. That made my mouth start to water, and I turned back to the guy in front of me, checking out his crotch.

"Who told you that?" I asked, trying to sound cool and unimpressed.

With hands on his hips, the young man answered, "My buddy, Chad…"

"Chad!" I suddenly exclaimed. "Chad, the captain of the football team?"

He glanced back over his shoulder to acknowledge his fellows, and then said, "Yeah, that Chad. My name is Jared. I'm the captain of the swim team."

"Nice to meet you, Jared," I giggled, swinging my legs under my seat.

I was wearing sneakers today, but no socks. Oh, God! If I kicked off my shoes right now, he would see my bare feet and toes! I don't know why I suddenly thought of that, but this Jared had short curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and was kind of cute. I wondered if he thought I was cute, too.

Patty then interrupted my dreamy thoughts and said abruptly, "So what do you want with Boxie, big guy?"

Jared turned as if to realize for the first time that Patty was there, and then explained, "Every Spring, just before the end of the school year, the swim team grants a special gift to an underclassman… or woman. It was Chad who recommended we choose you for this gift."

"I can't believe we are doing this again!" one of the other guys blurted out, and he sounded rather annoyed.

Jared turned around and scolded him, "Come on, man! It's tradition… so just shut up, because we are going to do this!"

Now I was genuinely curious. "Um, so what is this great gift that you pass on to a younger student?"

The boys hesitated, and I could sense a certain… secrecy about all of this. I could tell it was a matter they took very seriously. Once more, I glanced over at Patty, but she only rolled her eyes as if this was just a bunch of nonsense.

"Every year," Jared continued, "And only toward the end of the year, we select a special person to give a Pool Pass to the highest floor of the school!"

"Pool Pass?" Patricia scoffed. "Our school doesn't have a swimming pool!"

One of the other guys shook his head. "That's not true. Now don't tell anyone, and we will deny it… but there is a secret pool on the fourth floor above the gym, that is used for the swim team to train."

Patty stood up from the table and prepared to grab her books. "That's the lamest gag I have ever heard. They used to sell "Pool Passes" for this non-existent pool to the Freshman. How stupid do you think we are?"

I, however, remained seated.

"Um, is there really a pool on the fourth floor of this building?" I asked, trying not to sound naïve.

"Don't tell me you're falling for this!" Patty folded her arms and stamped her foot.

In reply, Jared reached behind his back, and produced a rectangle-shaped card. It was red and laminated so that it had a shiny, plastic surface. It looked like it was maybe six inches long and three inches wide. I also saw there was a looped cord attached to the top of the card, like one could swing it on their wrist, or even wear it around their neck…

"This is the Pool Pass," Jared said, ignoring my friend's protests. "If you're interested, Boxie."

Almost as if I was mesmerized, I reached out an arm with fingers extended, but the boy pulled the card away from me.

It seemed Jared was still deciding if I was worthy. "You must say nothing of this to anyone. Not to any of your other friends, or any of your classmates. Chad said we could trust you."

"Oh yes," I said, even licking my lips. "It's a secret… I understand!"

"I don't believe this!" Patty threw her hands up in the air, collected her bag, and then stormed out of the lunchroom.

Jared tapped is chin with the card, waiting until it was just me, surrounded by the four boys on the swim team. "You will need to bring the card with you and join us on the fourth floor this afternoon. Take the elevator that the A/V department uses when they are bringing equipment up and down the school. What floor is your locker on?"

"The third floor," I gasped. This was all happening so fast, and was so exciting!

"That's perfect," one of the guys said. "Wait until 4:00 pm… it will be quiet then, Boxie, and no one will give you any trouble."

At this point, Jared handed me the special Pool Pass. I felt like I was being let into an exclusive club or something. My hands trembled slightly, but I couldn't wait to brag to Patty that I had been up to the hidden swimming pool that she never knew existed! Then I suddenly had a thought.

"Oh, but this is all so unexpected," I giggled. "I mean, I don't have a bathing suit with me…"

Jared looked back at his teammates, and then regarded me intently. "Neither will we."

My eyes went wide at his words, and I think my heart froze. Then I started feeling all warm, causing me to squirm in my seat. I think my nipples stiffened, too. Self-consciously pulling my hair over one shoulder while I crossed my legs, I reached around with my other hand until I found another hotdog left uneaten on Patty's plate.

"Oh, you mean…" I started getting a very graphic mental image.

Distracted, I had picked up the hotdog out of its bun and was rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. I wiggled it around a little, and squeezed my thighs together. Then I stopped playing and held the wiener straight up, erect.

"How do I know this isn't just some trick to get me naked?" I felt the need to ask.

The boys looked at one another, but didn't answer. Someone cleared his throat. I was nervous at the thought of being nude in front of these guys.

Finally Jared said, "All right, if you are uncomfortable, I understand. I'll just need to take the Pass back, and we will find someone else…"

"No, wait!" I gripped the card tightly to my chest.

This proposal really had me torn. I know my friend would never approve, it was a good thing she had already left. Staring up at the young men, who seemed to be crowding closer, they watched and waited to hear my decision. Suddenly, I was in the mood to see some naked penis. I mean, I figured if I was bare as well, I could tease them with my nudity. I'd get them all excited, and thrilled at the idea of giving each one of them an erection. They would probably be too embarrassed to try anything with me.

"All right, I'll do it!" I said in a husky voice.

"That's great, Boxie," Jared replied, almost as if he wasn't all that interested if I agreed or not. "Just remember to bring that Pool Pass, and nothing else."

When the boys on the swim team started to turn and leave, I had a second to mull over those last instructions. I got up quickly, and walked between two of the guys. They were all like a foot taller than me.

"Wait, so… don't you have a locker up there, or showers?" I asked, a little unclear about this.

The young men continued walking, and I hurried my steps to keep up with them.

"It's very private," Jared informed me. "No one is supposed to know about it, except the swimmers who are going on to get college scholarships."

I squeezed his arm and teased the ends of my hair with my other hand. "So what do you want me to do?"

"Hang out by your locker after school," it was a boy on my other side who explained, "and wait until 4:00, when no one else is around. Take off all your clothes, and then head over to the elevator to meet us upstairs. And don't forget the Pool Pass!"

"This sounds hot!" I giggled, and found myself blushing, my heart beating faster.

The four guys on the swim team rounded a corner, no longer acknowledging me. Suddenly, the period bell rang, and students began filling the hallway. I realized that we could not discuss the arrangements any further, and soon I was separated from the senior athletes. Then I remembered that I had to run back to the cafeteria and grab my stuff, before heading to my next class. I was late, and the teacher yelled at me in front of everyone.

This made me embarrassed, as I lowered my eyes and slipped a foot out of one of my shoes. But truthfully, I couldn't stop thinking about this secret Pool Pass, and what I would be doing after school. I pictured myself standing naked in front of the class while the teacher told me how important it was to arrive on time. Finally, he instructed me to take a seat, which I did among my snickering classmates.

For the rest of the afternoon, I couldn’t talk to anyone. I was afraid I would give away my secret, or somehow ruin the meeting with the swim team. Also, I had to avoid Pattie, because I knew she was already mad at me. I was ashamed to tell her how I was going to meet these guys. Oh well, later tonight I could tell her all about my adventures and what these boys looked like with nothing on!

I licked my lips and nearly jumped out of my clothes when the final bell of the school day rang. Of course, I had to remember to pace myself and act natural, going about my routine like I would any other day. Lingering at my locker, I put my books away and waited for the other students to disperse. I watched them either leaving the building to go home, or hurrying off elsewhere to engage in their own extracurricular activities.

The thought that there were still many students on the school property, only added to the excitement. As long as they stayed away from these top floors, it would be all right. And then I turned around, and found my friend Patricia standing there, her arms folded.

"Are you really going through with this, Boxie?" she demanded.

Taking my foot out of my sneaker again, I shyly rubbed my toes behind my other leg. Innocently, I pulled out the red Pool Pass and waved it in front of my friend.

With a huff she said, "This is the oldest prank in the book! I don't care how hot those guys are, you're going to let them make a fool out of you!"

But then, surprisingly, Pattie asked if I wanted her to come along, just to make sure I would be safe.

"Ah, no!" I said rather loudly, my eyes going wide. "It will be fine, really. And I only have one Pool Pass. Besides, um, if this does turn out to be joke, I'd be too embarrassed with you rubbing it in!"

Pattie smirked, confident that she knew she was right. It made me wonder if I knew what I was doing. But the opportunity was just too good to pass up! I mean, these were four eighteen-year-old guys, and I was going to see them all buck naked! My friend must have caught to dreamy look in my eye, because she finally relented. With a final word of caution, she slung her backpack over her shoulder, and then walked away.


I waited until she proceeded down the length of the hallway, where she turned a corner and headed down the stairs. Clutching my fingers beneath my chin, I waited a few moments more, to be sure she or any other students would not be coming back. Looking down, I saw that my foot had remained out of its sneaker. With a shrug, I quietly kicked off my other sneaker.

Now I stood in front of my locker, completely barefoot. Opening the metal door, I tossed my shoes inside. There was a certain stillness on the floor, with its empty classrooms, and only I was up here. I clutched the bottom hem of my shirt and tip-toed down the corridor. Glancing at the clock on the wall, I saw that I yet had some time before going upstairs.

"This is going to take forever!" I said impatiently, my heart beating with each second that passed.

I decided that I would walk over to the elevator. It wasn't really that far, just down the hallway and around the corner. I've probably passed this way hundred of times. And now I did it in my bare feet! But I had to remember that I would be making this walk next time in the nude. Returning to my locker, it seemed that the distance was quite a bit further. I would have to walk the length of the entire corridor… and hopefully I wouldn't run into anybody!

Finally when there were ten minutes until four o'clock, I prepared to move. Once more facing my locker, I popped open the button on my Capri style jeans and pulled them down my legs. They slid off easily, and I hurriedly shoved them inside my locker. The metal door made some noise, and I nearly jumped. Looking around, I saw that it was just little me up here, in my shirt and panties.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Another quick glance to my left and to my right, and then I hooked my thumbs inside the elastic band of my underwear. Not wasting any time, I pulled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Snatching up the panties, I held them in front of my crotch for a second, leaving my round bare ass just sticking out in the middle of the hallway. God, I felt like the whole floor was alive with students and they were staring at my butt!

Determined to follow through with this plan, I licked my lips, and tossed my underwear into the locker. For the first time today, I reached down to touch my pussy. Actually, I just ran a finger through my triangle patch of pubic hair. But I didn't touch my lips. I didn't want to show up in front of the swim team looking all aroused. Although, I had a feeling it would be unavoidable.

That gave me an idea, which caused me to reach my hands under my shirt so that I could unclasp my bra. I was able to get it unhooked, and with a bit of squirming and wiggling, managed to pull it low enough to slip off my body. I threw it in the locker with the rest of my clothes, and then slammed the door shut.

Just wearing my red T-shirt, I thought I could go up to the secret swimming pool like this. I was certainly bottomless, but at least I could keep my breasts and nipples covered. Placing the laminated pass in front of my crotch, I took a few dainty steps down the hallway. This was so unreal! But then I remembered what Jared said, about bringing the pool pass, and nothing else. I was supposed to be completely undressed.

Looking down at my bare thighs and legs, I wondered if it was all that important. I could always take my top off when I got to the pool. Maybe I was just scared about stripping totally naked. I mean, like, I wouldn't have anything on at all!

"What the hell," I said with a sigh, walking back to my locker.

Fingers trembling, I worked the combination and swung open the door. Then I hung the cord attached to the Pool Pass over the edge of the metal door. Standing before the open locker, I spread my legs apart while gripping the bottom of my shirt with both hands. A deep breath… and then I lifted the fabric up over my face, off my head and shoulders, and totally off my body. Quickly, I shoved my last piece of clothing into the locker, grabbing the pass and slamming the door shut in one motion.

Oh my God, I was bare ass nude out here! Almost as if I couldn't believe it, I slapped my hand on my round curvy behind, listening to the smack of bare skin. I rubbed my hand up my back as I turned around slowly, arching up on my toes. Feeling myself flush in embarrassment and excitement, I rubbed my neck and then squeezed one of my boobies. Finally, I let my hand brush down the front of my body, tracing a line to my bellybutton and circling a finger around my cute little navel.

Well, this was it! Stark naked in my high school hallway, I pulled the string with the Pool Pass over my head to wear like a necklace. The long rectangular plastic card dropped down just between my breasts, but did not cover them. So I lifted both my hands and shielded my nipples before streaking through the corridor. Oh God, I was getting horny!

"This is so crazy," I repeated to myself as I turned around.

Surprisingly, I did not jog or run down the hallway, like I should have tried to hurry. Instead, I walked swiftly with hands clenched and arms swinging at my sides. Aware of my total nudity, I could feel my butt and boobies gently bounce as my bare feet slapped over the tiles. I swear, my pussy was tingling.

As I neared the corner, I stopped and took a breath. So crazy, I kept telling myself, over and over again. If I got caught now, I would be in so much trouble. Like, I was just standing here on the third floor of my high school building, and I'm totally naked! Quickly, I looked over my bare shoulder, and then nervously pulled on my long black hair.

"OK, here I go..." I said as I exhaled.

Stepping into the middle of the new hallway, I placed a hand on my stomach. I traced a finger around my exposed bellybutton as I walked forward. Butterflies fluttered in my tummy. The feeling of being up here like this was kind of scary but also exciting. Further ahead I saw the elevator. Not a fancy one, not all shiny like in a hotel. This was just a white, discreet door that opened up to the elevator used mostly by the Audio Video department. I hope none of those geeks had any after school activities planned this afternoon!

That thought actually made me pause just as I was about to push the button. What a surprise any students coming up this way would get, finding little nude me waiting for them. I bit my lip and waited. It was plenty quiet on this floor. Finally, I guessed that if the elevator car was on its way up, there was nothing I could do and the door would open anyway. So I confidently reached out and pressed my finger on the cold metal circle.

Then I placed my arms behind my back, standing there full frontal. I could feel the round globes of my butt cheeks clench, and I closed my eyes, listening for the door to slide open. My bare feet lifted off the floor slightly as I separated my legs and stood up on my toes.

There was a small chime, followed by the sound of the elevator opening. Instinctively, I moved to lift my hands to cover my boobies. Probably should have lowered one arm to hide my pubic area as well, but oh my God... my nipples were really erect!

"Wow," I giggled to myself. I was getting quite turned on.

Fortunately, as I opened my eyes, I saw that the elevator was empty. That would have been pretty embarrassing. Before the door could close again, I rushed inside still clutching my bare tits. The plastic pool pass bounced on my chest.

The compartment was kind of small. I realized that I had never ridden this thing before. For that matter, I never even knew we had a fourth floor to the high school. The bottom had a felt green carpet and I curled my toes as I turned around. The space was probably just big enough for two people including any equipment they might bring on board. Luckily, it was just me in here so it didn't feel too crowded.

Trying to compose myself, I calmly pushed the button on the panel inside the elevator. The door slid back in place, and after a small jolt, the car started moving. I took another deep breath, clasping my hands in front of my pussy.

And then I realized I had pushed the wrong button... I was not going up, the elevator was going down!

Frantically, I pushed the button repeatedly, trying to make it stop. Then I pressed the top button, hoping it would reverse and take me back to the third floor. Oh God, how could I be so stupid! Now I was worried that I would get stuck in here. Looking over my shoulder, I saw that there was indeed a utility phone in elevator. But how humiliating would that be, to call up security and ask them to get me out while I was completely nude!

More humiliating, however, was the realization that the box car did not stop, and traveled all the way down to the ground floor of my school. I was so naked, and nowhere near my clothes! The bell chimed, and a second later, the elevator door started to slide open. Honestly, I had never noticed this elevator on the first floor. Was it close to the lobby, or near the cafeteria? There would still be students from all grades milling about!

I pressed my self against the side panel, feeling my butt rub the plain wall inside the elevator. One arm I slung across my boobies, and I placed my other hand shyly in front of my pussy. I waited anxiously, but did not hear any noise immediately out in the hallway. The panel with the control buttons was across on the opposite side of the now open door.

Greatly daring, I stretched out my bare leg to take a step forward letting it hover in full view of anybody who might be approaching or turned this way. My toes wiggled, and then lowered to the floor, just as I heard laughing voices. Still keeping covered, I stuck my head out the door, but there was no one nearby. But the voices of teenagers grew louder, meaning they were coming in this direction.

Fully nude, I hopped to the other side of the elevator and this time pushed the correct button. I made sure I hit the one for the fourth floor. It was agony waiting for the door to close again, holding my breasts and cupping my pussy, while the footsteps echoed closer until I could even make out their words.

Thankfully the door then shut, and the box-shaped car jostled as it began rising through the school. That was close! Hopefully there would be no stops on the way up. With a minute to collect my thoughts, I wondered if I should have gone back to the third floor and returned to my locker to get dressed. This was becoming too risky! But I had promised the boys on the swim team that I would show up and I did not want to disappoint them.

Playing with the plastic laminated pool pass looped around my neck, I remembered how Jared said the boys would be joining me in the buff. That made me lick my lips and I let my other hand roam down my body. Without realizing it, my finger traced a line through the trim patch of black pubic hair that grew in the shape of an upside-down triangle just above my pussy lips.

"Oops," I giggled, catching myself about to touch the pink folds of skin.

Didn't want to arrive on the fourth floor so obviously aroused, but I guess it was too late now. A grin spread across my face as I thought about getting these eighteen-year-old boys equally excited. Not that I would let anything happen. I just wanted to see them naked, and wanted to see them with boners.

The elevator bell chimed, announcing that I had reached the fourth floor. Suddenly it sounded so loud, as if alerting the entire school. I found that I didn't know what to expect. Were the guys on the swim team going to meet me here? Or was I supposed to find the secret pool on my own. It's not like I could stop to ask for directions. When the door opened, I stared out with wide eyes, totally anxious.

When I walked onto the floor, my feet found a carpeted hallway almost like the Main Office. This was not the wide spacious echoing chamber of a sports gym. But then, maybe the pool was on the other side of the building. I guess that made sense, since the elevator would not just open up in front of the school's secret practice area.

Turning my head to the left and the right, I saw that I could go in either direction. I thought about calling out, but I was still conscious about my nudity. Oh God, this was crazy! I shrugged my shoulders and tossed my mane of black hair back, then began to pad down the silent corridor.

The layout kind of followed the design of the floor below where there were lockers and other classrooms. But here there were no metal lockers, only the occasional closed door along the length of the wall. I rounded a corner and watched the carpeted hall stretch out before me. It sure was quiet up here. I thought I might hear the sound of splashing water or the voices of the swim team.

Then I realized the hallway was running along the perimeter of the school, as near as I could figure. A special swimming pool available only for the varsity athletes would have to be in the middle of the building. About halfway down the corridor, I came to a heavy wooden door. It looked like it could open into an administrative type office. But that would be a perfect way to disguise this hidden location.

I placed my hand on the steel doorknob, and leaned my ear against the door. There were muffled voices beyond, though I could not distinguish them. This had to be it! My heart was already beating faster. I fingered the pool pass that hung around my neck and brushed my toes behind my other leg. Wishing they had let me stay dressed, I prepared to make my naked entrance.

"You can do this, Boxie," I told myself, taking a deep breath and trying to calm my nerves.

Slowly, I turned the doorknob. I pushed the wooden door all the way open. And I walked into the room.

Well, I walked into what looked like a classroom, but without the neatly arranged chairs and desks. Instead there were more like teacher desks, various pieces of heavy equipment, and lots of paper. There were some chairs scattered about, but not attached to writing tables. I counted half a dozen students who were talking and working on projects, who now turned to look at me as I passed through the doorway.

The closest one was a girl who was taller than me, and probably a couple of years older. I did not recognize her from any of my classes. She was dressed in a sweater and a scholastic-looking plaid skirt. I just stood there in shock, with the pool pass lightly between my fingers, my other arm hanging at my side.

"What are you doing up here?" she asked immediately, and then regarded me from head to toe. "Who are you? Where the hell are your clothes?"

At that, there was the sound of chairs scraping the floor. I looked around and saw three other girls, as well as two boys! They were scampering forward, nearly tripping over themselves, to get a better look.

"Whoa!" one of them gasped, though still staying behind the first girl.

I stammered for moment, feeling my body blush. "Um... like, what is this place?"

"Are you all right?" another girl in the back replied.

"I... I... Oh God, I was looking for the pool!" came my rushed explanation.

This brought a titter of laughter from the room. They were seeing me buck naked, and they were laughing! The shame sent a shiver down my back, causing me to clench my fist and curl my toes.

"Wait a minute," the older girl put out a hand as if to keep me from going anywhere. "You mean, you think there is a pool up here?"

I nodded my head, and then said, "Yeah... uh-huh. See, I have a Pool Pass."

"Oh, yeah? Let me have a look..." the sweater girl beckoned me closer, drawing me further into the room.

In no position to protest, I used both hands to take the elastic cord that was like a necklace and lift it over my head. I then handed the red rectangular card to the older student. Shaking out my long black hair, I now felt a hundred times more naked, no longer having any possessions at all! I did my best to use my arms and hands to cover my tits and pussy.

She gave the card a brief inspection and then tossed it away. "What grade are you in?"

"Tenth," I answered, wishing I could have my Pool Pass back. Now it was just me in my birthday suit on display for the group of students. "I'm a sophomore."

"Oh, hey, I think I know you!" a girl in the back said. "You are in my English class. Rebecca, right?"

This was so embarrassing, because I knew word would get out about this. I turned my head to have another look around the room. No sign of any teacher or supervisor present. I guess that made me feel a little more relaxed. Hopefully I would not get reported or something. The two boys kept smiling at me.

"So, Rebecca," the first girl continued, "You know that the Secret Pool on the Fourth Floor is the longest running gag among the Senior Class. But they got you to strip and come up here stark naked, too? Those guys must be good."

"Yeah..." I mumbled. My friend Pattie was right the whole time. But part of me was still turned on by all this. Then curiosity got the better of me. Instead of running while I had the chance, a shuffled on my bare feet a little further into the room. "So, um, like what is it you guys do here?"

One of the female students held up a large roll of printed-paper, as if teasing me since it looked like it could wrap around my body. "We are on the Newspaper Club. And we also work on putting the Yearbook together."

"This sure would make an incredible story to run," one of the boys said with a whistle.

Alarmed, I spun around to face him and planted my fists on my hips, letting my boobies bounce free. "Oh no, you wouldn't!"

In that moment I had let down my guard, the second boy in the room picked up a camera and snapped a picture of my full frontal nudity!

"What would a story be without a great pictorial!" he laughed.

As I turned around to face the oldest student, who seemed to be in charge, I heard the whirl and click of the camera taking a picture of my bare ass. Hugging my body, I gasped, "You couldn't print these photos..."

"I don't know," the first girl answered slowly and rubbed her chin in thought. "If we use black censorship bars, we might be able to include them. After all, it is quite an amusing story, and will teach you a lesson."

"No please..." I said, clutching both hands beneath my chin. At the same time, the idea of being naked in the high school yearbook was kind of hot.

I think the knowledgeable Senior girl caught the twinkle of interest in my eye. "OK, Rebecca, here is what we will do. Now it's still early, and we are still laying out the pages for the Yearbook. But there is always in the back, a two-page collage of random, miscellaneous pictures. We will shrink it down, and hide your nude photo somewhere among the hundreds of other pictures. It will be fun to see if anybody notices!"

"That sounds fair," I said meekly, clasping my hands in front of my pussy. I wondered which photo they would use. "By the way, can call me Boxie..."

This caused the students to laugh again, delighting in my playful nickname.

"Well, Boxie, I think you had better be on your way," the young woman instructed me. "Before the Seniors who put you up to this steal all your clothes as well."

I nodded my head and turned to face the door. Jogging back into the hallway, my shapely round bottom bounced for everyone to see. There were more parting whistles from the guys as I streaked down the fourth floor of the school. From the sound of it, they were watching me as I ran all the way to the elevator!

"Oh my God, Oh my God!" was all I could think as cupped my boobies in my hands.

Blushing all over, I couldn't believe I had been tricked into looking for a swimming pool up here. And then to walk in on the Newspaper club, including a girl who was in my English class! Now they were going to write about this, and the whole school would find out. They might even see me naked in the yearbook! Patty would never let me live this down.

I hurriedly pushed the elevator button, bouncing on my toes as I waited for the door to open. It was still empty as I dashed inside, and carefully selected the third floor. No more long rides for me. I just wanted to get back to my locker, put on some clothes, and go home. It was amazing that I did not start masturbating in the privacy of the elevator, but I guess I retained enough sense to know I was only headed for the floor below.

I hopped out once the door opened, my bare feet hitting the cool tile floors. What a thrill that sent through my body! With arms at my sides, I walked briskly around the corner, allowing my breasts to bounce all around. Down below, my pussy was tingling. I kept my head down as I headed straight for my locker.

"So how was your swim, Boxie?" came the voice of a young man in front of me.

Looking up as I approached, I saw that Jared and the other three swimmers were waiting by my locker. I stopped short in the hallway, trying to hide my nudity with my hands. Jared stepped forward, using a finger to lift up my chin. The other guys gathered around me and there was nothing I could do about it.

"You tricked me!" I pouted, and then glanced over my shoulder to see the guys checking out my ass.

The captain of the swim team got my attention again as he gently took my arms and moved them out of the way. I stood completely naked, surrounded by four hot eighteen-year-old guys. I was dying of shame, but loving every minute of it.

"Where did you put our Pool Pass?" Jared asked.

My lip quivered and I told him, "That girl took it from me. I walked in on the school Newspaper club... they all saw me!"

"Oh that would be Mary," he explained, as the other swimmers chuckled. "She can be pretty bossy. I'm sure I will get an earful from her."

"Well I still can't believe you did this to me!" I said earnestly, hoping he would want to make it up to me somehow.

The young man paused, taking in the sight of every inch of my curvy body. Then he responded, "Don't... be... mad."

Jared emphasized the first word by touching me on my nose. But for the second word, he lowered his finger to touch my left nipple. He finished his sentence by raising his other hand to touch my right nipple.

"You!" I gasped. "You touched my nipples!"

Putting his hands in his pockets now, he seemed genuinely apologetic. "Sorry, I shouldn't have done that."

I looked over my shoulder again, seeing the older boys enjoy keeping my naked. "No, um... it's OK."

The fact is, which I could not hide, my erect nipples were sticking straight out. I never felt them get so hard before. These more experienced young men must have been pretty aware of how horny I was right now.

"Listen, Boxie," the boys swim team captain started again. "If you really want to go for a swim this afternoon, that can still be arranged."

I know I should have demanded my clothes back. I know I should have gotten dressed again, even if they watched me doing it. Really, after such deceit and humiliation, I should want to have nothing to do with any of them. But... it was kind of fun.

"What you mean?" I asked shyly.

Behind me, one of the other boys said, "We know for a fact that our rival high school has swim practice this afternoon. We have a meet coming up, and we thought about playing a little prank on them."

I turned around to face the young man, which allowed the other guys to stare right at my tits and pussy. But it also let Jared have a view of my full round naked ass. Oh, wow!

"So where do I fit in?" I wanted them to tell me more.

Another member of the swim team answered simply, "We need to create a distraction..."

"And you skinny dipping in their high school swimming pool would be perfect," Jared finished.

Spinning around again, some modesty returned as I sought to cover my breasts and crotch. "Wait a minute... like, you want me to go swimming in the pool at our rival high school? And let other guys from their school see me naked?"

"That's the idea," Jared said with a grin, adding, "We could really use your help, Boxie."

"OK, I'll do it," I heard myself say, and I dropped my arms to my sides.

Before I could react, or do anything else, Jared reached out and took me by the hand. He started to pull me down the hallway, and I was helpless expect to following along in his firm grip. The other boys were in step behind me, no doubt watching my bouncing rear end.

"Oh... but wait!" I gasped. "Shouldn't I get dressed... or something?"

"No time for that," Jared glanced over his shoulder and explained.

So here I was being led away from my locker and all my clothing. We were heading in a direction opposite the elevator. That could only mean one thing; we would be using the stairs. Which seemed strange, because the boys seemed to be in a hurry. It also seemed we risked greater chance of discovery, but I was in no position to have a say in the matter.

The five of us descended to the second floor of the school. I guess it was good that they kept me protectively in the middle. But, I mean, they were four fully clothed young men. And I was totally nude from head to toe. It was like a wild fantasy of mine come true. I stood up on my toes clutching my boobies, and tried to peer past Jared in front of me. He leaned out the entrance to the stairwell, making sure the coast was clear.

"Quick, we want to make it to the stairs on the other side of the building," Jared said, pointing straight ahead.

The captain of the swim team released my hand and I dashed after him, my bare feet slapping over the floor. Soon the other guys were around me, and I was running down the hall in my birthday suit. My boobies bounced up and down, as I couldn't really cover up. I tried to think if the boys were also naked, I would be seeing their wieners bouncing up and down, too. But that only made me more excited.

I reached the opposite stairwell a little breathless. Pretty sure that my pussy lips were parted, I snuck a hand down to hide the pink folds of skin. But I used my other hand to tease the ends of my long black hair.

"Like, where do we go now?" I asked Jared, brushing my toes against his leg.

He looked me over for a moment and then asked me, "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

"Well, I've come this far," I giggled. "And I'm not very close to my clothes. Somehow, I feel safer with you guys."

While that got a laugh out of the other members of the swim team, Jared only nodded his head. He then explained that we had to go down to the first floor, and hurry around the corridor toward the back exit from the school. His car was parked outside.

I realized that most extra curricula activities would be taking place on the ground floor. Not just other students, but we could run into teachers or even parents picking up their kids. My heart started beating faster and I hugged my body as I walked down the steps with the four boys. Every inch of my skin was bare, and felt like it was tingling.

"Come on, Boxie," one of the swimmers said when I hesitated before leaving the first floor stairwell.

I scampered my butt forward, aware of my long silky black hair swishing and bouncing off my back and shoulders. Cradling my breasts in my arms, I left my pubic patch exposed again for the boys to see. Just as we were about halfway down the corridor, we heard voices heading in our direction. It sounded like our principal and the Dean of Students!

"Eek!" I squealed. "You can't let them see me naked!"

In a panic, I spun around so I could run back the other way, back toward the stairs. But fortunately, Jared was there to block me gently, placing a hand on my tummy. For at that moment, a group of teenage girls rounded the corner approaching from the other side. We were trapped in the hallway between a half a dozen people!

"Stand against the wall," the senior classmen said, even as he guided me to that position with his fingers teasingly around my bellybutton.

Immediately, I backed up until my ass was pressing the wall. I lifted both my hands to hide my nipples that were sticking out. And then Jared stood in front of me, with the other boys quickly gathering around. Of course, I was shorter than all these young men, so I don't think my head was in view. Even when I stood up on my tiptoes, which only caused me to rub my pussy against the back of Jared's jeans.

Completely surrounded, I heard the click of the girls in their heels pass by us. They giggled, one of them said hi. I was afraid they were going to stop for a moment to flirt. To my amazement, the guys on the swim team absolutely kept their cool, despite the naked sixteen-year-old female huddled behind them.

Then the heavier footsteps of the principal and the Dean of Students sounded to my left. I tried to stay very still, and held my breath.

"Let's break it up, people" I heard the Dean say. "No loitering in the hallways."

"We were just on our way leaving," one of the girls said defensively.

I listened to the heels rapidly clicking away, although one of then stopped to say bye to Jared. Now my heart was pounding, as the boys squeezed a little closer. My nude body squished against their athletic muscles. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it!

The principal then spoke up saying, "Jared, don't you have a big swim meet coming up?"

That seemed to break the tension, as the boys assured the principal they would win for the school. I guess they were on pretty good terms with the officials here, so they weren't treated like suspicious students. After a few more remarks, the two men continued on their way, wishing the boys good luck.

They waited until the Principal and the Dean were safely out of sight, and then the four boys moved away from the wall. I let out a deep breath, at the same time jogging a few steps down the corridor. While my boobies bounced in front of the young men, I fanned myself with a free hand.

"Boxie, are you OK?" Jared asked with concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I guess," I answered. "But now I could really use a dip to cool off!"

With that comment, I proceeded to walk further down the hallway, inching closer to the exit. I wiggled my nude hips as the boys came following behind me. In truth, part of me was embarrassed to let them see how aroused I was, the evidence being more on the front of my body. Although I suppose my butt cheeks were pretty flushed. It didn't occur to me, as I was just starting to understand my developing body, that my engorged pussy might be visible from behind, between my legs.

As I reached the closed double doors in the back of the school building, the guys caught up with me. One of them placed his hand on my bare shoulder to keep me from going forward. In this way, Jared was able to push one door open and check on the scene outside. Apparently, there was no sign of the group of girls who had left ahead of us.

"Come on, it's safe," the captain of the swim team said.

His three other friends brushed past me and I watched as they hurried down the concrete steps to the back parking lot. I took a couple of bashful, barefoot steps into the doorway. A few cars were still here, and I saw the other guys go straight for a blue white-striped Mustang, which must have belonged to Jared. My eyes darted to the surface of the blacktop. The sky was bright and sunny, and still very warm.

I tugged on the eighteen-year-old's shirt. "Um, Jared... the pavement looks like it's gonna be hot. And, like, I don't have any clothes on... I mean... I'm not wearing any shoes. Do you think you can carry me?"

"Oh, Boxie, it's only a few feet," the curly blonde-headed young man protested.

Placing my hands on his chest, I stood up on my toes and giggled. "But I don't want to get my pretty feet dirty..."

"All right, let's just go!" he said with a huff.

Excitedly, I slung my arms around his neck, locking my fingers together. He then slipped one of his arms around my waist, his fingers inches from my bottom! With his other arm, he picked me up just beneath my legs. I know I'm not a light waif type teenager. In middle school I was kind of chunky. But now I had developed a trim stomach, although my butt was curvy and round. And I had tits that were more than a handful. Yet I was amazed at how effortlessly Jared was able to cradle me in his arms. I couldn't help but giggle like a little girl, kicking my feet appreciatively.

As I tried not to tremble, despite his hands being all over my body, Jared carried me down the steps and across the school lot. He instructed one of the guys to open the passenger side door to his car. I was hoping I would get to sit up front, next to him. But to my surprise, they moved the front seat forward, allowing access to the back. I was lowered enough so that my feet could reach the carpeted floor mats, and then pulled myself inside.

Sliding across the leather upholstery, I found one of the swimmers already back here. Zack, I think his name was. And then the other guy from outside climbed into the back seat, sitting next to me on the other side and shutting the door behind him. Between the two boys, their shirts rubbed my bare arms. I kept my legs crossed and cupped my boobies in my hands as Jared started the ignition, the sleek car pulling out of the lot.

"You're very cute," Zack whispered to me. He then tickled me under my chin.

Bobbing my foot up and down, I said, "Thank you."

I think they wanted to get me to move my hands out of the way. Or open up my legs a little. But I was very well behaved, in spite of how horny I was, and sat like a little lady with all my most private parts covered.

My friend Patricia would be furious with me if she found about this. Getting into a car fully nude with four older guys? I would never hear the end of it. But I trusted myself that I was not going to let anything bad happen. And I sort of built up a trust with these gentlemen, which was weird, because like they tricked me in the first place. Well, I was naked now and there was nothing I could do about it. On the floor of the back seat, my toes curled as I squeezed my bare thighs together.

"So, what's the plan?" I finally piped up out of curiosity.

Jared looked into the rearview mirror and I caught the glance of his eyes as he answered, "It's like we said... there is a big swim meet coming up. The boys and I thought of a way give us a little bit of an edge by tampering with the gear in their locker room. Not that we need the advantage, Boxie, but these guys deserve it."

"Oh, I see," I nodded my head.

And then I giggled. I was a good girl, always supportive of my high school. Any chance to play a prank on our hated rivals would be a delight. I just wish I didn't have to do it buck naked!

As if reading my thoughts, Zack next to me continued, "And that's where you come in. We need to hang out in their gym while we slip into the locker room. I think you should be able to keep them occupied long enough for us to do what we need to do."

Dropping both feet to the floor, my legs parted, but I lowered one hand at the same time to cover my pussy with my fingers. I would have smacked Zack in the arm, if I didn't need both hands. Instead, I just turned to him and pouted.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea about me," I scolded the young man. "I mean... I'm not going to let them do anything. They can look, but not touch."

The guy to my right brushed my long black hair off my shoulder and said, "Just like back here, right?"

Zack then gave me a friendly rub on my other bare shoulder. Soon both of the boys were running their fingers up my sides, teasing my exposed skin. One of them put their hand on my knee and gently squeezed.

"Mmmm," I closed my eyes and whimpered.

"All right, cut it out guys," I heard Jared tell his friends from the driver's seat. "We are almost there. Now Boxie, I want you to know, we are only going to be in the next room. If anything happens, you can just call out or come find us. We will protect you."

Wow! That sent a shiver down my spine and caused a warm comfy feeling in my tummy. No one had ever said they would protect me before. It felt so good... I almost slipped a finger inside my pussy.

"OK," I said quietly.

After another minute, just like the captain of the swim team said, I could see the building of our rival high school coming into view. My heart started beating faster. All of a sudden, I wasn't so sure I wanted to go through with this. But it was too late to back out now. I hunched down lower in the seat, lifting both hands now to cover my boobies, as we pulled into the crowded parking lot.

All right, maybe it wasn't that crowded. But the sight of any cars at all, certainly had me feeling nervous. I guess the after school activities were similar to ours, and we knew of course the boys swim team had practice. Slowly, we rolled through the lot, and I trusted Jared knew where he was going. I was not familiar with the layout of this school at all.

Unlike our school, there was a separate wing attached to the gymnasium, which is where the athletic swimming pool was located. Now that I saw it with my own eyes, how stupid it was of me to think such a pool could be built on the fourth floor of our high school. That made me blush all over. Meanwhile, the boys explained that they had timed this adventure for just after swim practice had ended.

"You're like our insurance policy," Zack said. "In case any of the boys on their swim team are still hanging around."

I don't know if that was supposed to make me feel more at ease, as we pulled along side the structure. But what didn't reassure me is that we kept driving. We were circling around the school!

"What are you doing?" I asked.

Jared explained, "Well, we can't just park outside the gym. First, I'm going to scope to make sure there aren't any teachers or coaches around. Then we will find a spot on the other side of the school..."

"The other side?" I squeaked. "But I'm totally nude!"

One of the guys next to me chuckled, "Yeah, that's kind of the idea."

Despite my mild protest, Jared continued to drive his sports car until we had made a lap around the building one time. It would look suspicious if we continued to drive in circles, so he quickly turned into a parking stall, on the side opposite the gymnasium. It seemed we couldn't be any further from the pool.

The boys pushed open the doors, and exited the vehicle. Doors had opened all around me, causing my head to swivel and then I realized I was alone in the back seat. I didn't budge.

"Come on, Boxie." Zack called, extending his hand.

Cradling my big boobies in one arm, I took his fingers in my other hand. In this way, I slid my legs across the seat and out of the car. With wide eyes, feeling plenty nervous, I stepped outside. He was still holding my hand, leaving me self-conscious about my exposed pubic hair. A late afternoon breeze blew across my skin, tickled my pussy. Immediately, I stood up on my bare tiptoes.

Jared, keying the electronic locks, looked down my bare legs and smiled. "Don't worry about getting your feet dirty. As soon as you get in the pool, the chlorine should leave you fresh and clean."

"I feel like I'm going to need a cold shower," I mumbled, and ran a hand through my thick mane of black hair.

Uncovering my breasts, I showed him my erect nipples.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," the captain of the swim team said, before turning to walk toward the building in the distance.

Next to me, I looked at Zack. "Um, you can let go of my hand now."

The young man grinned, releasing his grasp, then sticking his hand in his pocket. These guys had seen almost all of me by now, so I let my arms drop to my sides. I would need to move quickly, which I found was hard to do when you're hugging your arms around your voluptuous sixteen-year old body. Completely naked, I hurried after Jared.

As the other three swimmers followed behind me, I knew they were once more enjoying my bouncing rear end. One of the guys on the football team once told me my butt was like two basketballs next to each other... so round and perfect. My hips were narrow, but then my lower body would just explode in smooth curves. I couldn't help but wiggle as I walked, especially walking quickly. My tits also bounced up and down in front of me.

"Um, Jared..." I asked, as I nearly had to run to keep up with him, aware of my nipples pointing toward the sky. "Are we going to cut through the school?"

"Too risky," the eighteen-year-old answered. "I don't want to get caught by some school official. We will sneak around the building, and then slip in through the pool complex."

"Oh God," I muttered as I streaked fully nude across the parking lot of our rival high school.

I was amazed that no one had spotted us yet. Then again, we were nearing the end of after school activities. Long past the time the regular students had gone home, but not late enough for the buses and parents who would pick up their kids. As I pumped my arms rigorously at my sides, leaving everything exposed, I wondered if someone inside the school might look out a window and see us.

I thought back to my own high school, where I had been running around naked just an hour ago. There were not many people on the higher floors. Even the students on the newspaper club were tucked away in a room with no windows. Most other extra-curriculum activities had boys and girls who were either in the band room, or the drama club in the auditorium, or already out on the athletic fields.

And of course the swim team, I reminded myself.

But they should be finishing up practice, Jared had said. Although the more I though about it, I still didn't understand how this was going to work. But I was younger than these guys, and I was nude, so I was in no position to question their scheme. The part about me being nude made me feel deliciously vulnerable. I glanced over a shoulder, realizing I was letting three young men watch me from behind, jogging in my birthday suit.

Soon the four of us neared the edge of the school building. Mind you, we did not pass in front, where the steps leading to the entrance and lobby were. But Jared skillfully led us around the back way, past fewer cars and not another person in sight. Part of me wondered if this was just an excuse to prolong my nudity. But I must admit, we had come this far without detection, finally nearing the wing that housed the swimming pool.

We came to a stop, making sure it was absolutely quiet. I anxiously stood up on my tiptoes. The boys converged around me. I felt hands lightly on my shoulders and back. When I gasped, someone shushed me in my ear. Jared faced me, putting his hand on my stomach, making me freeze and give him my all attention.

"OK, Boxie, this is it." Jared started slowly. "You are going to walk through this door, and you will be in the room with the swimming pool. If there are any members on the swim team in there, you need to distract them. The guys and me are going to sneak through the gym entrance into the looker room. Remember, we will be right around the corner. Are you ready?"

When I did not immediately respond, he leaned in close and kissed me on the lips! At the same time, he reached his hands around and cupped my bare bottom, pressing me close. All I could think was, Jared was touching my ass! Then he pulled away, leaving me breathless.

"Are you ready?" Jared asked again.
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Boxie and the Swim Team - Part 2

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Aug 1, 2009)

I nodded my head. Silently I walked forward, putting one bare foot in front of the other. My heart was still beating furiously, and I know I was blushing. Reaching the side door, I placed my hand on the chrome handle. One last time, I looked back to regard the four boys on my high school's swim team. I even stuck my butt out a little. Then I pulled the door open, and slipped inside.

It was exactly what I expected an indoor swimming complex to look like. The floors were white tiles leading up to the massive athletic pool. There were rows of diving boards on the other side. Along the walls, empty now, were bleachers for when there was a competition. And way up to the vaulted ceiling above, sounds echoed all around. I could also hear the hum and whirl of filters, and the place smelled like chlorine.

I folded my arms in front of my chest, taking a hesitant step forward. Arching up on my tiptoes, I inched further into the spacious poolroom. Across the way, I spotted a set of doors that either led into the main school building, or the locker area. That is where Jared and the boys would be headed, I figured.

So busy was I trying to orientate myself to these new surroundings, I did not immediately notice there were other students using the pool! Turning my head to the side, I spotted a group of teenagers splashing around in the deep end. Lifting my gaze, I saw someone climbing atop a high diving board.

"Hey, this is a private practice!" A young male voice carried through the wide space.

Discovered from above, I wasn't sure if he could tell I was naked. Instinctively, I lowered and arm and clasped a hand in front of my pussy. But the others in the water would soon be over here to investigate. What was I supposed to do, run and hide? No, that wasn't the plan. Jared needed me to keep these swimmers on our rival high school's team occupied.

I took a few steps jogging toward the pool, and jumped in with a splash! The water was cool, but not uncomfortably cold, and refreshing all at once. I touched the bottom briefly, and then pushed up, breaking the surface. Drawing a deep gulp of air, I slicked my long black hair out of my face. Then I started swimming toward them.

"It's a girl!" one of the boys said as they equally approached me.

The guy on the diving board had already jumped in to join his friends. I counted five of them all together. They did not appear to be Senior students like Jared. But rather, these boys were closer to my age, maybe a year older. Still, they had lean athletic bodies from what I could tell. I reached the middle of the pool and was treading water in place, while I allowed them to surround me.

"What are you doing here," one of the boys asked, swimming closer.

Too late, I realized that I could not use my hands to cover up, and gently kicked my legs underwater. "Um... you know... like, I wanted to go for a swim, OK?"

"Did your friends put you up to this?" another asked.

They were now circling me like sharks. I didn't know how to answer. Lowering myself a little so that only my head was visible, I slurped some water into my mouth, and then let it out like a fountain stream. I shook my head.

Behind me, one of the boys dunked beneath the rippling water. I closed my eyes, anticipating the obvious discovery. With a gentle splash, I heard him pop back up.

"Uh, guys," he said while trying to catch his breath. "She's not wearing anything..."

Immediately, the four other heads plunged underwater. Again, all I could do was slowly spread my arms as I floated there. And my shapely legs moved in slow motion beneath me. The pool was so clean and sparkling. They would see the details of my tits and pussy in crystal clarity. The fact was, though, the feel of the water over my bare body was absolutely incredible!

After a minute, the boys resurfaced. It was more like because they needed to breathe, rather than because they tired of looking.

"I think you forgot something," one of the swimmers said, making a wisecrack.

Leaning back a little so that my boobies were floating on the water, I giggled, "Well, I didn't bring a bathing suit with me."

"I don't recognize you," the boy who had made the high dive said. "What's your name?"

"Boxie..." I giggled, and then lowered my eyes shyly. I couldn't believe I was doing this! "Hey, boys... um, why don't you take off your trunks, too, and we can all go skinny dipping together."

Immediately I regretted making the suggestion. Even as I licked my lips, I realize it sounded like I was horny. And I could feel my nipples hardening right before their eyes. But I couldn't help it. I wanted to see how erect these teenage boys were.

Instead of taking up my offer, the line of questions only continued. "Boxie? Do you even go to school here?"

I told them no, shaking my head, and that I was a sixteen-year-old sophomore at the other high school.

"Wait a minute... you snuck into our pool?" Another swimmer pressed the issue, as if I was trespassing. "Just so you could go skinny dipping?"

I didn't know what to say, but I knew I couldn't give them the real reason I was here. "Well, we don't have a swimming pool at our high school..."

The boys continued to swim in a tight circle, as I bobbed up and down, nude in the middle. I look at them with wide eyes knowing that I had been caught. That gave me an idea to stall for time.

"Please don't tell," I pleaded desperately.

Then, just like that the teenage boys broke away from me, swimming toward the ladder on the side of the pool. I hoped they weren't going into the locker room. For that matter, I wish Jared and his friends would hurry up with whatever they were doing!

"Wait!" I called out, as the guys who went to this school climbed dripping wet onto the tiles.

They then turned, standing along the edge, and one of them said, "All right, Boxie, out of the pool!"

"But I'm not wearing any clothes!" I said bashfully, though my raised voice echoed off the walls.

This caused the young men to snicker and grin. I could see they were enjoying this. And now they would look forward to my further humiliation. After all, I went to school across town with their athletic rivals. I hoped I knew what I had gotten myself into.

"And whose choice was that?" one of the fellows jeered, reminding me of my vulnerable state.

Finally, I decided I could not afford to wait it out in case they returned to the locker room. So I paddled over to the ladder, my butt lifting above the water as I stretched out my legs. I took a deep breath and then climbed out of the pool. As I stood before the five young men, I draped one arm across my breasts and kept a hand in front of my pubic area. We looked at each other in silence for a moment, with me brushing my toes shyly behind my other leg.

"Put your hands on your head," one of the teenagers said.

I looked around, glancing at the door to the side, and bit my lip in frustration. "Oh, come on... do I really have to? This is like so EMBARRASSING!"

"Well what did you expect," the boys teased. "Modest girls don't usually go stripping off and swimming in other people's pools."

Bouncing on my toes a little, I kept my legs squeezed together. "I know... but my friend, um, said no one would be here."

The boys just laughed at me, at my entire situation, and told me to get my hands in the air. It was like I was in a robbery or something. I wish I could be casual about it, but I think they could sense I was nervous. And my shyness made it all the more exciting. So very slowly, I started to move my arms away from my body. Soon I had them bent at the elbows, on either side of my head. And then I brought my hands to rest on top of my wet hair, interlocking my fingers.

I looked down, seeing my bare boobies and erect nipples just sticking out there.

"Oh!" I gasped.

The boys of course whistled and cheered and made all sorts of comments that I do not wish to repeat. It made me feel ashamed, but also felt good at the same time. I was very confused. And I was horny as hell.

"Now Boxie," the guy I had seen make the dive addressed me. "Walk around the pool, over to the diving boards."

I was relieved to move away from their leering eyes and put some distance between us. Of course I could have just as easily made a run for the exit, but me staying here was part of Jared's plan. And that meant letting the boys from this high school tell me what to do. I turned my head toward the diving area, and then spun around. Walking in that direction, I lowered my hands again to cup my breasts. However, my hips wiggled and my bare bottom jiggled as I crossed the tiles.

Almost at the same time, the teenagers separated and also started to walk around the pool. A couple went along one side, while the other three were practically following me. The result was that by the time I reached the diving boards, the five swimmers were there as well, surrounding me once more.

Clasping hands in front of my pussy I asked breathless, "OK... now what?"

"Lie down on that board," the team diver instructed, pointing at the lowest one.

Built out of fiberglass or something, it was not uncomfortable I discovered as I sat my bare ass down. I looked up expectantly at the boys, but they only folded their arms and shook their heads. Again, they told me to lie all the way down. The diving board was broad enough that I was bale to do so, lifting my feet to the long white surface. I scooted forward a bit, and then lay down on my back.

"Knees down, too!" One of the boys insisted.

I did as I was told, stretched out fully nude from head to toe on the diving board. It was apparent that they were going to examine me, as I looked up at five pairs of eyes staring over my curvy form. It was like we were playing doctor, I had the sudden impression, causing my toes to curl.

"Arms at your sides," another boy instructed right on cue.

Doing so would leave me totally exposed, and leave little to the imagination. "OK... but no touching, all right?"

They did not answer, but I figured my warning expressed that I was not looking for any funny business. Although, truth be told, if the roles were reversed and I had one of these guys in this position, I would want to see his penis sticking up in the air. Feeling guilty, almost as if I deserved this humiliation, I dropped my arms to the side of the board and even parted my legs a little.

There were more whistles as they drank in the sight of every inch of my nude body. I closed my eyes, even arched my back, and listened to them talk about me. But then the compliments turned to them discussing what to do with me.

"She needs to be punished," one of them suggested.

"Punished!" I squealed, opening my eyes, but otherwise staying very still.

Another boy crouched down by my legs and ran a finger up the bottom of my bare foot. "Yeah, you know, because you're from our rival high school. And we caught you swimming in our pool. And now we've captured you!"

The boys continued to debate a number of ideas, while I wished Jared and his buddies would finish up their part of the plan. I have to admit, some of the things these guys suggested sounded pretty hot! I felt like there was a bet between the two swim teams that my school had lost, and I was the prize. The humiliation was delicious!

In the middle of me having this fantasy, the diver knelt down and placed his hand between my boobies, running his hand lower to rest on my bare stomach. "I think I know what we should do to Boxie."

After that statement, he made a circle with his finger around my belly button. A small coo escaped my lips, and then he stood up. He told his friends he was going to duck into the coach's office. That caused me to lift and turn my head anxiously. Where was the coach and his office? I wondered. If it was in the locker room, I would have to stop the student somehow. I brought a hand lightly to my pussy, prepared to start playing with myself...

But then I watched the young man walking in a different direction. There was another side door here, close to the diving board area. I could see a gold plate that looked like it might have the coach's name, and a window that opened out from the office. The student opened the door, and disappeared inside. I guess that meant the swimming coach wasn't anywhere around.

A few minutes later, he came out again with what looked like a little travel bag. The boy walked over to the diving board and held the blue case up to his friends.

"He keeps this in there for nights when he works late," the young man grinned and explained.

Then I heard a zipper pulled open. Again, I had to strain to lift my head up to see what was going on, while remaining spread out on the length of the board. Dropping the bag to the tiled floor, the teenager produced what appeared to be an aerosol can.

"Let's shave her bald!" he said enthusiastically.

I blinked my eyes, not comprehending at first. Then I looked down the length of my fully nude body, seeing a few strands of black pubic hair. Growing in like an upside-down triangle, the patch was broadest on top and was visible from my point of view. The strip narrowed, as it grew closer to my pussy lips, which were now parted.

"Oh no!" I started to protest. "You don't mean... you're not going to... to shave..."

The words stuck in my mouth, and a couple of guys were immediately kneeling on either side of me, gently stroking my face. Two other boys were down on the other end, massaging my calves and feet. Somehow, they made me feel like I was being pampered at a day spa!

Squirting a dab of the foam on my lower stomach, a few inches under my belly button, the boy with the can said, "Sure, why not. You're the one sneaking around our school just before a big swim meet. Maybe we will take your pubic hair for good luck! Relax, Boxie. This won't take very long."

I tried not to tremble as he gently rubbed the shaving cream around, lathering up my crotch. So much for "look but don't touch"! I watched half-mesmerized, half fascinated when he pulled out a razor blade. It was apparently one that was from the coach's kit.

"Are you sure you know what you are doing?" I squeaked, feeling rather helpless.

The boy laughed back, "Yeah, my sister makes me shave her snatch all the time!"

His friends all laughed out loud like that was the most humorous thing in the world. I didn't know if he was serious or just being obnoxious. Now I started to understand why the Seniors from my school said these guys deserved everything they were going to get.

Placing one hand on my thigh, the teenager knelt real close and touched the razor to my skin. I don't have a full bush, so like he said, this wouldn't take very long. He pulled the blade carefully across the white foam, scraping away the first black strands. One of his friends must have taken the coach's mug from his office and filled it with water. This way, he was able to rinse off the blade, and start shaving me again. I tried not to whimper, but still my toes curled and I clenched my fists. As he worked his way lower, it felt more and more delightful... even though the rival swim team doing this to me was so humiliating.

"Ah... Aaahhh..." I started to moan, as he continued to shave my pussy in front of his friends.

To my horror, I was escalating toward a very large orgasm, and I wasn't sure if I could hold out much longer. Then there was a splash of water on my crotch, which did little to cool me down. I lifted my head and saw that I had not even a wisp of pubic hair! The boys reached out to inspect their work, touching my bare pussy lips that were just sticking out there.

"Nice and pink," the teen said in self-satisfaction. "Come on, Boxie, stand up."

Shaking a little, I swung my legs over one side of the diving board. With help from the other swimmers, I was able to get to my feet. They held onto my arms, meaning I could not cover up. Instead, I lowered my eyes looking down where I once had a dark patch.

"Oh my gosh!" I gasped, amazed by how clean a job he had done.

Flawless, there was no trace of any stubble. Smooth and silky, just bare pink skin. I wanted to touch, but the boys kept holding my arms apart. The diver who had shaved me, however, stepped in front and softly rubbed the sensitive folds. He then held up the can, waving before my eyes.

"This is good stuff," he said. "A nice moisturizing, aloe... removes hair right down to the roots."

Oh God, I wanted to cum.

That gave me an idea how I could make my escape. I wiggled a little in the grasp of the boys, letting my boobies bounce around. They seemed to enjoy that.

I licked my lips and told them, "I'd like to masturbate now. If you let me go, I'll... um, let you all watch..."

That got a reaction out of the boys! Behind me, I felt something brush against my naked ass. Both the other guys, who had been on either side of me holding my arms, let go at once. I took a couple of steps further, closer to the edge of the pool. Lifting my hands, I squeezed my breasts and glanced shyly over my shoulder. The boys were drooling in anticipation.

And then I jumped into the water! I made a big splash as my nude round bottom and boobies were submerged. Kicking my legs, I swam forward as fast as I could, only coming up for air when I needed to breath.

If I thought skinny-dipping before was fun, well, doing it completely hairless somehow felt even more incredible. It's like there was no surface tension, the water just gliding over my slippery pussy. I stretched out my arms and pulled forward as I kicked my legs and feet. Swimming naked in our rival high school's athletic pool. Pattie would never believe me.

I reached the ladder on the other side and scampered out dripping wet. Turning around, I realized how foolish it was off me to think I could out race these guys on the swim team. After the initial shock had worn off, they must have jumped right in behind me. Even with the head start that I had, the boys were climbing out just as I got to my feet.

What were they going to do, chase me nude through the high school?

Well, as exciting as that sounded, I only took a few steps toward the exit when the door on the other side of the wing was pushed open. I saw Jared walking out quickly, along with his three friends. Now the other students who were approaching me stopped and looked around, confused.

"It's time for us to go, Boxie," the captain of my school's swim team called out.

The five younger swimmers caught sight of the eighteen-year-olds moving in their direction. They turned to me, and then looked back at the guys from my school. I think they started to make a connection, or else suspect that one of the seniors was my boyfriend. Needless to say, they no longer wanted any part of me.

I waited as my four schoolmates closed the distance and surrounded me, even as the other teenagers ran all the way around the large pool so they could escape into the locker room. Jared and his friends ushered me out the exit before anything else could happen. Once we were outside in the bright sunlight, I stopped and faced the four young men.

"Look what they did to me!" I said, planting my feet shoulder-width apart and my hands on my hips.

The boys tried not to stare, but their eyes could not help being drawn to my pink glistening pussy.

"Nice haircut," Zack chuckled.

"Haircut?" I fumed. "I'm completely bald!"

Jared moved in to put a protective arm around my shoulder and said, "Yeah you are. And you probably don't want to get sunburned."

Blushing, I quickly lowered my arm and covered up my exposed, hairless crotch. I looked around, remembering that we had walked all the way across the school property from the other side of the building. But then Jared told me that while I was playing around in the pool area, he had gone back to get his car and drove over to the parking lot by the gym. I was grateful we could make a hasty departure.

This time, they let me sit up front. I guess the boys figured I had been through a lot, and it was the least they could do. I made myself comfortable, maybe a little too comfortable sitting next to Jared. A few times, I caught myself playing with my boobs, flicking my nipples up and down.

"Uh, I don't think I can make it through our school again," I confessed to the captain of the swim team. "Can you just drive me home?"

"What about your clothes?" Jared asked sounding concerned. "Shouldn't you get dressed, Boxie?"

"It's OK," I giggled. "I'll stay nude."

Then I turned myself over, so that I was kneeling on the passenger seat. I faced the boys in the back, which caused my tits to squish against the headrest and my butt to stick out. It was an easy target for the driver, if he wanted to give my buttocks a little rub. But he kept his hands on the wheel. I think a few cars did honk their horns as they passed us.

"So what exactly did you do?" I asked in desperation. "I hope flaunting my body and getting a shave didn't go to waste!"

Zack was quick to explain, "Not at all. Thanks to your help, we were able to put an itching powder in all the team's swimming gear. It will only activate once they get in the water. It should make for a very uncomfortable competition."

We all laughed about this crazy prank. I couldn't wait to hear how it turned out. Pretty soon, we pulled up to a house on a block I was not familiar with. It was then I understood, Jared was dropping off his friends first. Good. And I didn't even have to ask.

Alone with the swim captain, I sat forward again as we started to drive in the direction of my neighborhood. I waited breathlessly to see if he would try to take advantage of the situation. This time, he was the one who was well behaved.

A bit frustrated as we finally reached my home, I turned and said, "You know, Jared, I've been running around naked almost all afternoon. I really, really need to... Oh God, this is so embarrassing... I need to have an orgasm!"

The young man smiled and said, "I can only imagine. But I don't think I should help you with that."

"You can watch, if you want," I said, feeling very dirty and horny.

Jared didn't answer, only waited for me to get out of the car. I reached my hand over to the handle and pushed open the door. Then I looked one more time at the eighteen-year-old high school Senior.

"Will you at least walk me up to the steps?" I asked.

With a sigh, he turned off the car ignition. Giddy, I swung my legs outside and then emerged completely naked on the edge of my front lawn. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. No sign of my neighbors, as I squeezed my boobies in anticipation. When Jared came around the car, I took his hand, and together we walked side by side up to the front of my house.

"What's this?" I gasped finding a piece of paper attached to the door.

I stood up on my bare toes, my wet black hair hanging down my back. Behind me, the Captain of the swim team waited, making sure everything was all right. I could feel his eyes roaming over my curvy round butt. Reading the note, it was from my mother, saying that she would be home late. The key was left in the usual hiding spot, under a fake rock. Bending down to pick up the key, I then turned around and held it up to Jared.

"Nobody's home," I giggled.

Spinning around, I slid the key into the lock and licked my lips. I pushed open the door and stepped inside. The young man was about to say goodbye and leave, when I reached for his hand and pulled him into my house.

"So you don't mind if I stay nude," I said as I dragged him into the hallway.

It was kind of funny, because he and his friends were the ones that started this by tricking me to take off all my clothes. But now, alone with him in my home, I felt more in control.

"Boxie..." Jared started to protest.

I skipped ahead, toward the kitchen, wondering if he would follow me. "Well, um, do you like... want a drink or something?"

He stopped when he reached the open doorway, as I stood under the bright kitchen lights. I believe my whole body glistened from head to toe, and my pink parts tingled. Lowering my eyes, I confirmed that my newly revealed and completely exposed pink skin was very excited. Jared only shook his head.

"We could hang out in the living room," I suggested desperately. "Watch TV..."

I was stalling, just trying to think of anything to keep the boy here. Walking past him, my bare arm brushed his shirt. At least if he tried to leave, I could head him off. But following my nude body, I led him into the living room. Only there, when I stood in front of the big screen television that was not yet turned on, I saw my reflection in the black glass screen.

Oh God, I couldn't believe I wasn't wearing any clothes!

Now I was incredibly aroused, and I rushed over to Jared and took his hand again. "Let me show you my room upstairs!"

"Boxie, I don't think..." the poor boy stuttered, trying so hard to be decent.

Too late, I was pulling him toward the staircase. He had no choice but to follow or else break my little heart. I'm sure I could never budge this lean, muscular athlete by myself, so I figured part of him wanted to come along. My toes curled as we ascended the carpeted steps. Occasionally, I glanced over my shoulder shyly, still blushing despite my boldness.

Once we were upstairs, I ushered him into my bedroom. He looked around, taking in the white and frilly decor. Taking the initiative, I moved forward and jumped up on my bed. I bounced up and down a few times, like I used to do when I was a little girl. Only now, my big boobies bounced around, too. The sight made even Jared grin.

Then I collapsed to the sheets, lying on my back with my legs spread apart. I ran a hand slowly down my stomach and past my bellybutton. Reaching my most sensitive area, I started stroking my bare silky lips.

"They did a pretty good job, don't you think?" I teased invitingly.

Jared did not even move. I was still sixteen-years-old, and he was two years older than me, going to college next year. He probably had a girlfriend. Frustrated, I reached for a pillow and shoved it between my legs. Then I flipped over on my tummy. My head was facing the bottom of the bed and I kept my eyes on Jared, while I rhythmically bounced my butt up and down.

"Boxie, what are you doing?" he asked, stunned.

"Oooh.. oh... uh-uh...mmmm," was all I could reply.

Because I was masturbating on my bed, using a pillow between my legs, right in front of the captain of the high school swim team. Jared realized this, and decided to leave me to my privacy. He said goodbye pleasantly, before turning to hurry back downstairs.

I had my first orgasm of the night before he ever reached the front door.

THE END
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Boxie and the Car Salesman

by American Cowboy

(Originally published Jan 13, 2011)

My friend Pattie had been teaching me to drive. While I wasn't an expert, I had gotten to the point where I was at least comfortable behind the wheel. I'm sixteen years old, so I don't have my license yet. And besides, my parents were not getting me a car until my grades improved. But I wanted to be ready for when that day finally arrived.

In the meantime, after I had shown some improvement in my driving lessons with Pattie, I came upon an idea for a little fun. You see, there was this guy who worked part time at the local dealership not too far from my home. I did some research and discovered that he had just graduated from my high school, like last year!

His name was Bradley, he was tall with sandy brown hair. On Saturday, I decided I was going to introduce myself. It couldn't hurt to get to know him better, for when I was ready to actually purchase a car.

Pattie dropped me off in front of the dealership that morning, but first had to give me a warning, or something.

"This isn't one of you crazy games, Boxie, is it?" she looked sternly at me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, acting all innocent.

My friend huffed a sigh and said, "You're going to get in trouble one of these days. I don't want to find out you lost all your clothes!"

"No," I giggled and blushed. "I'm not going to get, you know, all the way naked…"

With that, I hopped out of the car and bounced toward the building of the dealership, before Pattie could talk me out of my plan. At the doors, I looked over my shoulder and waited to see my friend finally drive off. Now I was ready to start car browsing, and browsing for a certain young man!

I had worn a little plaid skirt today, and a black top that was tight enough to reveal my busty chest. Also, I had on black shoes, open-toed, with a heel. They weren't that comfortable for walking, but then, I didn't plan on doing too much walking. Checking my reflection in the glass, I touched up my long black hair that cascaded down my shoulders. I had done the ends in cute ringlets this morning.

When I entered the dealership, I felt a little chilly, as if they had the air-conditioning turned up. I rubbed my arms, although it was my legs that were mostly bare and exposed. Then, turning my head, I caught sight of Bradley working behind a desk. At first, I was going to walk right over to him, but instead I decided to play it cool.

My heels clicked over the smooth polished floor. All around the showroom were a variety of vehicle models. None really captured my interest. But I pretended to evaluate them as I casually strolled around the cars. Finally, I spotted an adorable blue convertible, which seemed suitable for what I had planned.

"Oooh!" I let out a passionate squeal of delight, loud enough for Bradley to hear me.

He looked up from his computer, and watched me run my hand along the undulating curve of the car. I heard his chair scrape across the floor, and soon he was up and walking toward me.

"That's a nice one," the young man said as he moved in close. "Can I help you, Miss?"

I did not immediately answer. My heart was suddenly beating faster under my shirt. This eighteen or nineteen-year-old guy was hot!

He started again, this time with an introduction. "My name is…"

"Bradley," I finished for him.

The young man seemed surprised I knew him, but then I pointed to he name tag on the left breast of his shirt. I put my finger to the plastic card and pressed it with a playful giggle.

"I'm Rebecca," I told him. "But you can call me Boxie."

Bradley smiled, "Nice to meet you. Now I see you were checking out our brand new model…"

That wasn't all I was checking out! My eyes were drawn to the crotch of his khaki pants, as he rambled on about features and details about the car.

"Would you like to take her for a test drive?" the young man asked.

"Would I?" I gasped excitedly.

Bradley looked me up and down and asked, "Is this your first? Your first car, I mean."

I lowered my head and blushed, wondering if he knew that I was still a virgin. Bending one knee forward a little, I fidgeted with the hem of my plaid skirt. It surprised me that he would let me get behind the wheel.

"Yes," I finally said, "this will be my first car."

He nodded his head and told me he just had to go get the keys. I turned, and started to walk around the car while running my hand along the back of the convertible. Just as I was about to climb into the driver side, Bradley stopped and called out to me.

"Boxie, no!" his voice carried across the showroom. "That car is only for display. We have the same model out in the lot. Meet me outside."

Looking around, I saw there were a couple of other people who had entered the dealership, and I noticed some of the other salesmen. They were older than Bradley. My face blushed, embarrassed that I was making a scene already. I didn't know how these things worked!

As I shuffled over the polished floor, I thought I heard some remarks.

"Is she old enough to drive?"

"Where are her parents?"

I kept my head down and found the exit. The fresh air felt good once I stood outdoors again. Folding my arms, I waited on the curb, where Pattie had dropped me off just a little while ago.

After a few minutes passed, a cherry red convertible came pulling around the corner. I saw Bradley behind the wheel, with his sandy brown hair and he was wearing sunglasses. He rolled up to where I was standing, inches next to me. The car was very quiet; I almost thought he had turned off the ignition.

"We didn't have a blue one in the lot," the young man explained. "But if you decide to purchase, we can have the one in the showroom ordered for you."

My eyes followed the sleek contours of the automobile. It was so shiny and new! I found that I suddenly thought the cherry red was appropriate, and I couldn't decide which I liked better. Bradley opened the driver side door and stepped out, leaving the door open. He walked around to stand in front of me.

"Ready to give it a spin?" he asked.

Once more, I found myself staring at his crotch, and answered, "Sure!"

My heart was racing. Excited, I giggled, and then hurried around the back of the car. I slipped inside and shut the door. The leather upholstery was light brown and felt nice on my bare legs. Immediately my hand went to adjust the rearview mirror, and I checked out my reflection. Then I self-consciously dropped my hands to my chest, almost squeezing my boobies beneath the shirt. Across from me, Bradley slid into the passenger seat.

His gaze swept over my profile, making me realize that my skirt was very short when sitting. My thighs, knees, and lower legs were fully exposed. Again I lifted my hands, teasing my hair and checking myself in the mirror at the same time.

"You look fine," Bradley assured me.

Oh my God! I thought to myself, but answered, "Um… OK, I'm like, just a little nervous."

Another giggle followed, along with the young man saying that he understood. He told me to take my time. I tried to collect my thoughts, remembering everything my friend Pattie had taught me. My hand dropped to the gearshift between Bradley and me.

I tossed my head back to look over my shoulder. It was all clear behind me. My foot found the break and slowly depressed the pedal. Then I shifted the gear into reverse. Easing up my foot, I slowly rolled the car backward. This was fun! And then I had an idea.

Applying the break again, I shifted into drive, and then switched my foot to the gas pedal. Slowly I moved forward, easing our way past the front of the dealership. I now had to turn the wheel so I could maneuver toward the exit from the lot. The steering handled very smoothly. This was much nicer than Pattie's car.

Fully concentrating, I approached the side of the road. Looked both ways, waiting for a few cars to pass. When it was clear, I turned the car onto the pavement and started to drive down the street. I almost didn't feel a thing, as if I was floating on air. Like, what a sweet ride!

After a moment, I checked for other cars around me, before finding the right turn signal. Slowly, I eased the car onto the shoulder off the side of the road. We were maybe two blocks from the dealership.

"Bradley," I turned to the young man. "These shoes are not comfortable to drive in. Can I, you know…"

He looked at me a little confused. "You want to take off your shoes?"

"Thanks!" I giggled.

Putting the car in park, I left the engine running. I then leaned forward and reached down with my arms so that I could unbuckle the straps on my shoes. This was easy to do, since I had not put on my seatbelt. Once I had them slipped off, I wiggled my toes on the floor mats. Picking up the shoes, I handed them to Bradley.

"Could you place these in the back seat, please?" I asked shyly.

The young man took my shiny black shoes, a little unsure. But then he stretched his arm over the seat, and plopped them in the back. I had just taken off something I was wearing, and right in front of him! It's kind of hard to explain, but I found the idea thrilling. In a way, as innocent as this was, I had just stripped. My legs were bare all the way down to my toes.

So now I put my hand on the shifter and faced forward again. Bringing my toes to the brake pedal, I put the car back in drive, and rolled onto the main road. Suddenly, I looked across at Bradley and blushed.

"Ooops!" I giggled. "Forgot to use my signal."

"It's OK," he said calmly.

I wish he could be my driving instructor! Grinning, I said, "I'm a bad girl…"

The young man only pointed, and told me to keep my eyes on the road. It seemed my playful teasing was not getting a reaction. Well, not yet anyway.

"Hey, um, is there a more private road I could try?" I asked after another minute. "One with, like, less cars. These cars are making me nervous."

"I don't know," Bradley replied. "We shouldn't get too far from the dealership. What are you thinking, a drive through a residential neighborhood?"

I continued to drive barefoot and said, "Mmmm, maybe. How about a quiet side street?"

The young salesman thought for a moment. "Back the other way, before you get to the dealership, there is a stretch of road going north. Mostly trees on either side, and an equestrian park I think."

"Sounds good!" I giggled and bounced in the drivers seat.

Spotting a gas station up ahead, I prepared to make the turn so I could start heading back the other way.

"Do you think we need to fill up?" I asked casually.

"Look at the gauge, Boxie" he pointed to the LCD. "You're fine. And we are not going to be driving that far, are we?"

Excitedly, I shook my head, although I had other ideas. And for some reason, I found the thought of a nozzle going into the hole of the gas tank, very arousing. But it seemed we would not be making any stops. Just as well. We pulled into the station where I turned around, driving back onto the street toward the car dealership.

Going down the road, the wind whipped back my long black hair. I wasn't speeding at all, so it was a nice breeze. Oooh, and he said my name! That made me feel warm and fuzzy all over.

We passed the sales lot on the other side of the road, and I can tell Bradley was unsure about being away for so long. But he was with a potential customer, I told myself. Seeing the sign for another street up ahead, I pointed.

"Turn here?"

Bradley looked behind us, then forward again. "Uh, yeah…"

This time, I remembered to flip the right blinker signal and slowed to a near stop. I checked that the way was clear and then turned onto this road. Just as the young man said, there were trees towering on either side. No houses or shops. It was a two-lane street, allowing for cars to come in the opposite direction. Right now, no one was behind us or in front of us.

"This is much better," I sighed. "Now I can relax."

The salesman decided now would be a good time to review some of the features of the convertible, as I continued to drive.

"And the handling is very, very stable," he explained.

Lifting my fingers slightly off the wheel, the car did not even swerve an inch. "Hey, you're right!"

"Now, Boxie," the young man admonished me. "Just because you can cruise without effort, does not mean you should take your hands off the wheel. What if something jumped out in front of the car? Or, I don't know, if there was some obstacle suddenly in the road…"

This was giving me an idea. We were only doing about thirty miles per hour. Surely not fast enough to get into trouble. The road looked to run straight for a while, no bends or turns. I lowered my hands to my lap. Nervously, my heart beating faster, I began to lift up my shirt.

Shifting my eyes, I glanced at Bradley to see that he was staring straight ahead, watching the road for me. Good. Then, quick as a flash, I pulled the shirt up my busty body… while I was still driving! Once over my head, I let go, letting the wind take the material from my fingers.

"Oh my God!" I squealed, quickly dropping my hands to the steering wheel.

"Boxie… what happened?" Bradley turned his head in shock, one arm reaching out to grip the dashboard tightly.

"The wind, like, just whipped my shirt off," I answered with innocent wide eyes. "I guess
I'm not used to driving with the top… down"

I looked down at my bare tummy, and felt my heart flutter. I was sitting here in my bra! Oh God, I was getting excited. Bradley and I both turned our heads, to see the distant speck of my black shirt tumbling across the road.

"Do you want to turn around and go get it?" he asked.

"No!" I answered quickly, continuing to drive further. "I mean, by the time we reach where we think it is… we'll never find it."

Bradley let his gaze linger on my shapely leg and said, "Boxie, slow down."

I looked down myself, and saw that my bare toes had depressed the accelerator considerably, bringing us up to fifty miles per hour.

With a giggle, I replied, "Sorry, I just had a rush of adrenaline. I mean… wow!"

"Seems this car turns you on," the young salesman remarked.

"Mmmm-hmmm!"

My whole body was tingling over the possibilities. With one hand on the wheel, I lowered my other hand to trace a finger around my bellybutton. After another minute of driving, I noticed we still had quite a bit of road before us. Even though there was no traffic behind us, I signaled my right blinker as I pulled off to the side of the road.

Reaching for the gearshift, I put the car in park, and then turned off the ignition. Sliding over on my side, I faced Bradley. He was so cute! I wondered if he liked my bra. Or if he wanted to see my boobies.

"Um, I think now would be a good time to check out the trunk," I said. "How do you… open it up?"

The young man leaned forward and inadvertently placed a hand on my bare thigh. I think I gasped at his touch. A thrill sent a shiver through my body.

"Over down there," he pointed across my lap. "There is a latch, it will pop open the trunk."

"OK, thanks," I said a little breathlessly.

As I reached down, my tits almost spilled out of my bra. But I pulled the release mechanism and heard the trunk of the sporty convertible open. I sat back and unlocked the doors, pushing open the driver's side.

"Boxie…" the young man started to say.

I twisted around and swung my leg out the door. Bare feet found the ground. Adjusting my bra, I flipped my long black hair back and got out of the car. Very carefully, I straightened my skirt. So that when I shut the door behind me… I made certain some of the plaid material was caught inside!

As I took a step toward the rear of the vehicle, at the same time I unfastened the button on my skirt. I didn't think Bradley could notice because he was still inside the car. Stumbling forward a bit, I let the skirt fall off…

I stood in the middle of the road, in just my bra and panties!

"Oh my God!" I gasped, truly embarrassed now that I had done it, bringing my hands to my mouth.

I looked at Bradley, and he looked at me. Instinctively, my arms moved to cover up, shielding my exposed skin. I wasn't even wearing shoes and socks! It was just me in my underwear, on the side of the road, in front of this hot nineteen-year-old guy. Blushing, I lowered my eyes to see the skirt hanging from the door.

Hesitantly, I took another step to move behind the convertible. Oh God, another car could come driving by at any moment!

"Uh, Boxie?" Bradley seemed a little stunned himself.

He crawled across the driver seat and pushed open the door, grabbing my little plaid skirt. This, he then held out, almost as if he wanted me to come forward and get it.

Suddenly, I felt outrageously horny seeing the young man holding my clothes like that. I reached my hands behind my back and secretly unclasped my bra. Then, standing on my tiptoes, I walked backward until I could sidestep behind the car and out of view.

Pulling my arms forward again, I lifted the hatch of the trunk all the way up and called out, "Oh… this is nice! Very spacious. Lots of room for shoes and stuff."

I giggled at the thought of going clothes shopping, even as I stood here wearing so little. Bending over, I was able to lean into the trunk so I could wipe my hand over the neat and clean interior. As my bottom stuck out behind me, I lifted one leg and wiggled my toes.

The hatch of the trunk began to slowly lower of its own accord. It did not appear that it would shut completely. But just ease down enough to come to rest on my back. I looked and started to move out of the way. In the effort of standing straight, the unclasped hook of my bra snagged on the metal latch inside the trunk lid. Maybe there was a magnet or something.

When I stepped back away from the car, the straps of my bra slid off my shoulders. And then off my arms, the clasp remained stuck on the metal latch. My boobies bounced free causing me to lift my hands to hide my pink nipples and areolas. In frustration, I reached out and slammed the trunk shut. With my bra inside!

"Oh no!" I squealed.

"What's the matter?" Bradley called out, from the front seat of the car.

I slung one arm across my now very bare breasts. Lowering my other arm, I tugged the front of my panties up, making sure I wasn't showing any pubic hair. In this way, I shuffled around the side of the convertible, approaching the passenger door.

"I think you had better take over driving now," I said bashfully. "I'm topless, you see…"

Bradley had to laugh in spite of himself. "I've never given a test drive like this, Miss. The way things are going…"

My eyes looked down at my panties, the last article of clothing I was wearing. "I know!"

I giggled nervously, and asked if he was going to let me in. The young man opened the door and I had to move out of the way as he got out of the car. He passed close to me, and my nearly naked body. I held my breath as he walked around the front of the car, making his way to the driver's side. Quickly, I climbed into the passenger seat and rubbed my bare feet on the floor mats.

By the time Bradley got behind the wheel, I was cupping my boobies, one in each hand. Looking over my shoulder, I saw my skirt in the back seat along with my shoes. I wondered if he was going to ask me to get dressed.

Instead he said, "I think we should go back to the dealership."

"Can't we go… just a little further?" I asked, though not sure what I was implying.

Bradley glanced at his wristwatch. "We've had the car out for quite a while, Miss…"

"Boxie," I reminded him, squeezing my breasts self-consciously.

The young salesman shook his head, but when he started the engine, he pulled out onto the road and kept driving straight. I giggled and bounced around in the seat. So excited, I wanted to clap my hands, but I kept myself covered.

"You're adorable," Bradley remarked.

"Oh my God," I murmured.

We continued to drive, and I noticed the car was accelerating faster, watching the speedometer go higher. It seemed I was getting more and more turned on, the faster we drove. I had to suppress a whimper and a moan as I wiggled in the seat, my long black hair streaming behind. With one arm across my chest now, I put a fist in my mouth to keep from yelling out in ecstasy. The purr of the high performance motor was causing a throb between my legs.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "Bradley, pull over!"

"What is it now?" he asked, while easing his foot off the gas pedal.

We coasted to a crawl, and then he drove off the main road, onto the shoulder. The young man applied the brakes, shifted the gear into park, and then killed the ignition.

"I think I'm overheating," I told him. "I mean, the car! I think the car is overheating!"

Bradley looked at me, then at the display gauges on the dashboard. "No, I don't think so."

"Really, Bradley," I whined, "I think you should, like, check the water level or something. Anyway, this would be a good time to show me how to… pop the hood."

The young man sighed. I don't know if he was getting annoyed, or was just as frustrated as I was. I'm pretty sure there was sexual tension between us, at least on my end. But Bradley was a professional, and would not mess around with a customer. And I was still innocent and afraid to make the first move. He reached down, finding another lever near where the trunk release was.

"Here," he said, and I heard the front hood click open.

Getting out of the car, I watched with interest as he walked around directly in front. His hand slipped under the slightly raised panel, and then he lifted the hood all the way up. I heard him adjusting something, probably securing the prop rod in place.

"Check the radiator!" I called out, recalling mechanical things my father might say.

Since the hood was raised, essentially blocking me from view, I had lifted my hands to either side of my mouth in order to amplify my voice. My boobs bounced up and down, topped by very erect nipples.

There was a moment of silence, and then I heard Bradley swear, "Damn it! The radiator cap is too hot! You really need a rag or something, and we don't have any such supplies in a new car…"

"Hang on a second," I called back, while he was still under the hood.

This was it. The moment I had been waiting for. I bit my lip, a little unsure. I mean, I hadn't originally intended to go all the way. But now my hands dropped to my panties, my fingers pulled the elastic waistband away from my body. I teased the sides as I considered if I could actually go through with this. And then I lifted my butt, lowering my underwear down my legs. Leaning forward, I picked the panties off my bare feet.

Wow! I was, like, sitting in the car… totally naked!

Before I could lose my nerve, I reached out an arm and opened up the passenger side door. I slid my bare bottom off the leather interior and stepped outside! Arching up on my toes, I inched my way toward the front of the car. Of course, I was self-conscious enough to keep the panties held over my pussy, and had my other arm across my boobies. I also looked around carefully to make sure no one else was driving down the road.

"Um, here…" I said as I approached Bradley and offered him my underwear.

He was bent over with his head down, fixated on the radiator cap that was too hot to touch. I wondered if he would think the same about my nude sixteen-year-old body! The young man held out his hand, allowing me to shyly give him the flimsy scrap of material. It was the last piece of clothing I had been wearing! My face blushed as I quickly snatched my hand back and cupped it in front of my pubic hair.

Bradley took the panties without even realizing what they were. Using them to keep his hand safe, he pressed down on the radiator cap and twisted it open. He then used my underwear to lift up the cap, all the while getting the white cotton smudged and certainly unable for me to wear again. The young man peered closer at the coolant tank, and saw that the water level was just fine.

"See, I told you that the car wasn't overheating…" He said as he turned to face me. "Um, Boxie? What are you doing?"

"What?" I asked innocently, even as I stood blushing, one hundred percent bare assed nude on the side of the road.

Desperately, I sought to keep myself covered with my arms and hands. As the shame washed over me about what I had just done, I thought I would die of embarrassment. It was like I was totally humiliated, but so turned on! The feeling of being helpless was delicious.

The college-aged guy loosely held my pair of panties, still staring in disbelief. "You… you're not wearing any clothes!"

"Um, like, I know!" I responded, my nipples growing harder by the second behind my arm. "This is sooo embarrassing!"

"Well, you didn't have to take off… everything," Bradley said, his eyes roaming up and down.

I continued to stand there, letting that last remark really sink in. So I had stripped completely naked now, in front of a guy I hardly knew. Arching up on my bare toes, my bottom lip pouted a little.

"I guess… I guess I should get back in the car," my words coming out more like a moan.

"Wait, don't you want this back?" Bradley started to reach out his arm.

But before I could answer, I had already turned around, revealing my full bare bottom! I didn't even look over my shoulder. Throwing both hands between my legs, I scurried back along the passenger side of the car, and slipped inside.

Just as quickly, the young salesman had slammed down the hood, and returned to move behind the steering wheel. He started up the automobile while dropping the panties in my lap. I fussed with them like a brat who didn't want to eat her vegetables.

"I think you had better put those back on," Bradley suggested.

We were driving down the road again, heading straight and my hair whipping behind me. I rolled the panties up in my hands, turning to face the young man. I was incredibly horny, and he could see it in my eyes.

"Mmmm… no!" I told him playfully, defiantly.

Then I tossed my underwear out of the car, letting the wind carry them into the woods or far off down the road behind us. Giddy, I ran my hands over my nude body.

The poor boy tried to keep his calm. "Well, Boxie, you can still cover up with your skirt."

"Oh, yeah?" I teased.

Promptly, I turned around, and began leaning over the seat. At first I was in a kneeling position. But as I reached back even further, my ass lifted higher, my bare breasts hanging beneath me. I spread my legs wide apart in order to keep my balance. Bradley, being a good driver, I'm sure kept his eyes on the road. So I imagine he did not see how exposed my pink pussy was, or the other intimate area between my round cheeks. The wind, however, tickled my bottom and I felt an orgasm building inside my tummy.

Once I had gathered up the plaid skirt and picked up my shoes, I slid back down and turned around in the front passenger seat. Bradley tried to keep his hands steady on the wheel, but I could tell he was fascinated by my actions. I lifted a shoe, and questioned the young man with my eyes. Bradley silently shook his head. I mischievously grinned and nodded. Then I threw the show out of the moving convertible.

They were a cute pair, and I was really torn about doing this. But I had, like, tons of shoes at home in my closet. I shrugged my bare shoulders, and then tossed my other shoe out the car.

The fact that Bradley did not stop the car, made me think I should keep going. He looked at me shocked, as I raised the plaid fabric and held it with both hands before my face, like a veil. Only my grey eyes peeked over the hem. Honestly, I didn't think I could do it, that I would let things go this far. But he kept driving. I was still naked, and he just continued to drive.

I lifted my arm straight up to the sky, and let the rushing wind take my skirt. The last article of clothing I had, now blown away, tumbling far behind us. I glanced back, just to confirm, then looked at Bradley with a wide mouthed grin.

"Well, what are you going to do now?" he asked, as if I was a silly girl.

Running my hands over my body, I lifted my sixteen-year-old boobies and let them bounce down again. Then using my fingers, I pinched my nipples, stretching them out between thumbs and forefingers. When I dropped my arms to my sides again, I enjoyed sitting there with the pink erections sticking out. Ohmygod, I had never felt sexier!

The young man put his foot down on the gas pedal, accelerating, and we drove faster down the road. That made me lower my hand to touch my upside-down triangle patch of pubic hair. Raising my other pinky finger to my mouth… Oh God!… I started to spread apart my pussy lips. I was going to do it, I was going to masturbate in a moving car right next to Bradley!

Just as I inserted a finger, with my thumb pressing my clitoris, I felt the motion of the convertible slowing down. Opening my eyes, I swiveled my head left and right. I still had one hand on my pussy, and a boob clutched in my other hand. My vision swam with the sight of a traffic light up ahead. And cars, there were more cars in front of us! We had left the isolation of the wooded side road, rolling toward an intersection! A major intersection, like with two turning lanes, and two more lanes next to us!

And I was head to toe nude, without any clothes around at all!

"Looks like we ran out of road," Bradley laughed, teasing me for my foolish behavior.

I crossed my legs and folded my arms across my tits. "Can you show me how the roof goes up?"

"I thought you liked driving with the top down," the college boy said, keeping me exposed.

We were stopped at a red light. Surrounded by other vehicles, two in front of us and one on each side, as an SUV type truck rolled behind us! I felt trapped, naked and trapped, my heart beating faster. Better not move my arms, and display my bare breasts. Slowly, I turned my head to look over the passenger door. Next to us there was an older couple, a man and a woman. They could see my bare shoulders, but did they know I was nude?

The light turned, and Bradley lifted his foot off the break. I squeezed my thighs together as my toes curled in anticipation. Just then, I noticed he had his signal on, and we were making a left turn. We followed the car in front of us on to a main street with traffic! No longer on an open road, we had to drive at the speed limit. There were stores that lined either side, and people walking out and about, and of course the cars that were around us. Oh, and it was, like, broad daylight!

"How… how far are you going to drive with me like this?" I asked.

Bradley grinned and replied, "Like what?"

"You know," I said, biting my lip, still covering with arms and hands. "Me, a sixteen-year-old girl without any clothes on!"

He laughed, and then the young man answered, "Actually, I just needed to turn at the next light, so we can head back toward the dealership."

I was humiliated, but still turned on. Daring to lift a hand to tease the curls of my long black hair, I asked, "What are we going to do there?"

We switched lanes, and eased across to make another left. Since I was not even wearing a seatbelt, I jiggled around quite a bit when Bradley cut the steering wheel to make a U-turn. I think some people on the sidewalk were able to look inside the convertible and saw that I was fully naked! Continuing in the right lane, the car headed for the intersection again where we could turn onto the private road in order to return the way we came.

"When we get to the dealership," the young salesman finally answered, "you will have to get out of the car Boxie, so I can bring it back to the lot. Wait on the curb, or you can walk back through the showroom, if you like."

My eyes were wide, and I squeezed my boobies and gasped, "The showroom? You're going to make me walk around… NAKED?"

"I figured you wouldn't mind," the boy said slyly. "That is what you want, isn't it?"

Glancing down, ashamed, I brushed my toes against my other leg. I looked down at my cute bellybutton totally exposed, like the top strands of pubic hair peeking above my crotch. What I really wanted… was my round bottom played with.

"Um, I don't know," I confessed to the young man. "I would, like, die if my parents found out!"

As we headed down the secluded road, a single car passed us. It was the first one we had seen today, I think, going in this direction. I wondered if they noticed the black-haired busty teenager with her tits bouncing around!

"Well, we had better think of something fast," Bradley turned to me, softly placing his fingers on my bare thigh.

Maybe he was going for the gear shifter and missed. I trembled slightly, and then swung my other leg to the side. This left myself completely open and revealed down there. My body shuddered with the first wave of a small orgasm.

"Um, like, wow!" I said breathlessly.

Looking over at Bradley, I'm not sure he realized what his fingers on my skin had triggered. If he would only move his hand closer and actually touch my pussy, I know he would make me cum! I waited, biting my lip. Then, after the sexual frustration had built up, exasperated I asked him if he had a cell phone.

"Yes, Boxie, in my pocket," he told me.

Leaning on my side, I reached a hand into his pants and pulled out the phone. I also used this opportunity to put my other hand on the crotch of his pants. The car swerved, and I discovered that he was hard! That made me giggle, and made me even more horny.

Sitting back in the passenger seat, fully naked, I did not cover up. Instead, I lifted my leg to the dashboard, allowing the college boy to see its bare shapely length. I wiggled my toes as the wind rushed over my body. Spread out in this position, my pussy lips were totally exposed. Squeezing one breast, I opened the phone with my other hand.

"Hello, Pattie?" I said after dialing her number. "Are you home? Good. Is anybody there with you?"

My friend answered that she was at her house alone. She then asked if I was naked.

"Yeah," I giggled, and shut the cell phone.

Handing it back to Bradley, I gave him the direction to Pattie's home, since I was in no condition to go back to the car dealership. Of course, despite his teasing, Bradley was a gentleman and made no objection. We followed some side streets and drove through my friend's neighborhood, which was pretty wild. I was openly playing with myself the whole time.

When we arrived in front of her house, the young salesman gently shook my shoulder. I opened my eyes, still kind of in a daze. Twisting on my side, I almost crawled onto his lap so I could give him a kiss and thank him for a wonderful test drive. Then I spun around, unknowingly presenting him my ass, and stumbled out the passenger side door.

My legs were a little weak, yet I wiggled my hips as I walked up Pattie's driveway. Halfway up the path, I turned around, my full frontal nudity on display. With a schoolgirl giggle, I waved goodbye to Bradley. Then I turned around again and jogged the rest of the way to Pattie's front door.

She immediately greeted me asking, "Boxie, where are your clothes!"

I hurriedly entered the house and made it into the living room. There, I spun around and told her that I had lost them. All the clothes I had been wearing, every stitch. Standing naked from head to toe before Pattie, I ran my fingers through my pubic hair. I looked around the room nervously.

Sensing my unease, my friend asked, "Have you... well, you know, done it yet?"

Silently I shook my head.

"I see," Pattie rubbed her chin in thought, and then adjusted her glasses. "Wait right here."

Standing up on my toes, I clutched my boobies, but watched as the fully clothed girl disappeared through another room. A minute later, she returned with a pillow from her bedroom. She tossed this on the living room floor.

"Go ahead, Boxie," my friend offered. "It's all right. I can always put the pillow case in the wash."

So I sank to my knees and crawled on top of the pillow. I pushed its soft but pliable firmness between my thighs. The bottoms of my feet wrinkled and my toes curled

It was embarrassing that Pattie knew I liked to masturbate by humping a pillow, and even more so to have her watch me doing it nude. I must have told her this dirty little secret of mine a while ago. Still, it felt so good!

"Oooooh!" I moaned out loud as I rubbed the pillow between my ass and pussy.

I saw that Pattie was standing in front of me, and my friend said, "Pretend it's that car salesman."

Like, that did it for me! I closed my eyes and imagined Bradley was naked with me and I was bouncing up and down on his penis. My hands reached up to squeeze both boobies while I squeezed my legs around the pillow. It didn't take long for me to have an orgasm, right there in Pattie's living room on the floor.

A couple more spasms, my body was flush from sexual release, and then I rolled over on my back. I hugged the pillow for a moment, before letting it fall to the side. My stomach was rising up and down with my breathing, and my nipples were sticking straight up toward the ceiling! Spread-eagle, I absently ran a finger over my patch of pubic hair. Slowly, I turned my head to regard Pattie with a sly smile.

"So when can you give me my next driving lesson?"

THE END
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