What a Time to Recall! (Parts 1+2 now available)

[DrWhoFanJ]

Concluding it in a single chapter might be difficult. Unless you made it a long chapter in which case yes.

Also I fully understand the system of chaos notes. Most of my story notes for stories wouldn't make much sense to anyone besides me who read them since I don't even write them in full sentences, just choppy notes.

And then you have people like me who never really make notes at all, but rather just do writing. (Even in exams, any "notes" that were required were done retroactively after I wrote the text in question because that simply isn't how my brain operates and never has been!)

[MGS]

This is an excellent story, and honestly I would love a long, branched out extension of this.

It would be amazing to see this become a 10 or more chapter story. The possibilities are endless. Imagine a whole "Bridget nude at home" storyline. Maybe she develops an exhibitionist, submissive side? Topical cream being applied to her genitals could lead to her arousal and potentially inadvertent edging. I know there's talk of one last chapter to finish this story off, but personally I would love to see loads more of this.

There's so much potential here, and it would be a shame to only get one more chapter.

[Executionus]

Well you're in luck.... I got the notes earlier today and there is WAY more to work with than I expected. This isn't going to all conclude in a single part. My guess right now is that it'll end up being three more parts. COL wrote enough in disconnected rough draft scenes to make up about 90% of parts 3 and 4, plus I have the notes and snippets for the final conclusion. We're chatting in messages a bit deciding certain parts to keep/adjust/rewrite/cut towards the final product but I'll get to putting this whole thing together soon enough. I'll also do my best to emulate his writing style and paragraph style in the parts I add. But the important thing is this: Project Recall Resurrected is a go!

[Freesub]

Well you're in luck.... I got the notes earlier today and there is WAY more to work with than I expected. This isn't going to all conclude in a single part. My guess right now is that it'll end up being three more parts. COL wrote enough in disconnected rough draft scenes to make up about 90% of parts 3 and 4, plus I have the notes and snippets for the final conclusion. We're chatting in messages a bit deciding certain parts to keep/adjust/rewrite/cut towards the final product but I'll get to putting this whole thing together soon enough. I'll also do my best to emulate his writing style and paragraph style in the parts I add. But the important thing is this: Project Recall Resurrected is a go!

Huzzah!

[MGS]

Well you're in luck.... I got the notes earlier today and there is WAY more to work with than I expected. This isn't going to all conclude in a single part. My guess right now is that it'll end up being three more parts. COL wrote enough in disconnected rough draft scenes to make up about 90% of parts 3 and 4, plus I have the notes and snippets for the final conclusion. We're chatting in messages a bit deciding certain parts to keep/adjust/rewrite/cut towards the final product but I'll get to putting this whole thing together soon enough. I'll also do my best to emulate his writing style and paragraph style in the parts I add. But the important thing is this: Project Recall Resurrected is a go!

That is amazing news! I cant wait to see where this goes, and I hope this story continues for the foreseeable future. I am very excited to read plenty more. I am personaĺly hoping to see Bridget become a reluctant exhibitionist and get really turned on by her perilous situation.

[Executionus]

After years of delays and shenanigans, we finally have Part Three to this epic story. This is a joint effort from me and CaughtOfLore. For Part Three I'd say 80-90% of it was written by him while I made some adjustments, tweaks, transition scenes, and that sorta thing. I did my best to mimic his writing style to ensure a smooth blend. So without further ado, here it is:

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PART THREE

“Can you two back up please?” I snarled at Ian and Matthew, who may as well have been laying in my lap by this point, “I feel like the heat and condensation of your breath can’t be doing me any good.”

Thankfully, the two boys saw sense in my words of concern and backed up, though not as much as I would have liked. In all honesty, my preferred distance would be at least a full continent away right now, but as it stood, they weren’t even back to sitting fully upright in their seats.

"Bridget!" Ian suddenly called out. "Your hands!"

For the first time in several minutes those boys actually made eye contact with any part of my body that wasn't my formerly-private parts, and this caused my brother immediate alarm. I brought my palms in front of my face and inspected them, wondering what was wrong. There it was: The redness, irritation, and even a couple of tiny bumps. My hands were displaying lesser versions of the symptoms on my bikini area.

"What is it now?" Mum asked in an annoyed and accusing tone, as if I was at fault in absolutely anything that was happening today. It wasn't like I was covering my humiliating nudity with these hands, oh no, my younger brother and his friend could see everything I had, completely unobstructed.

"Her hands are breaking out now too." Matthew helpfully explained. Of course this just sent my mother into a new tier of panic, a feat I didn't think was possible 30 seconds ago.

"Her HANDS?? Why are your hands breaking out now?" she shouted at us. I think she swerved out of her lane briefly in the process. For somebody this concerned about my safety she seemed paradoxically lax about it.

"Excuse me." Helen jumped in from Ian's phone. "Bridget, if your hands made direct contact with the affected areas for a long period of time then that would explain this. Skin-to-skin contact can transfer the oils to new areas or worsen the problem in already-affected zones. This is why it is paramount that you avoid any and all contact with the areas of your body that have visible symptoms."

I heard myself whimper slightly. This just confirmed that there are real consequences, possibly very bad ones, to any act of covering whatever shreds remains of my modesty. I had to take this seriously even though this was killing me inside. Helen then outlined my crisis even more clearly.

"Because your hands are contaminated now, it is of dire importance that you avoid touching your body, anybody else's body, or especially your face or eyes. Perhaps it's best to keep your palms pressed down against the seat of the car to avoid accidents. Any trace contamination of the seat surface will be easily washed away with soap and paper towels. Skin contamination is much harder to manage due to the nature of human skin."

"Hands down on the seat Bridget, and keep them there!" Mum gave the order, one I had already basically complied with before she even said it. As much as I wanted to protect my body from witnesses, I wanted to protect it from harm even more. *

With my hands firmly planted down, the boys couldn't stop stealing looks at me. Matthew's face was red as he timidly switched between eyes forward and eyes on me again and again. Meanwhile my little brother Ian's smile every time he peeked included a strong sense of mockery mixed with the hormones. It was more humiliating to be naked in front of my little brother than it was his awkward friend because at least Matthew seemed to just enjoy what the boys were seeing. Ian seemed to enjoy that I DIDN'T enjoy what the boys were seeing. *

As I squirmed and sat perfectly still, palms down, legs apart, chest puffed out, I couldn't help constantly looking at the two boys no matter how much I tried to look away from everything. Matthew and his lack of blinking. Ian and his damn phone waving around that seemed to constantly be aimed right at my exposed anatomy. That phone was somehow the cause of every ounce of my humiliation since the very start of this ordeal today AND also ironically the tool being used to save me from greater harm again and again. I simultaneously cursed it and thanked it. I checked his phone screen again and again just to make sure the little brat wasn't sneaking any pictures, but the screen was always off while he held it to talk with Helen. Thank God that even little brothers have limits on how far they'll go to humiliate their sisters. **

Having become so distracted by the small world inside the car, I had failed to realize that mum was now pulling into a parking spot. As the hum of the car motor stopped, it dawned on me the much larger issue I was faced with. I was top-to-toe naked, unable to cover my body, legs open, in the back seat of a car in a parking lot. It would have been something of a relief that it wasn’t a particularly busy parking lot, if not for the fact that as I scanned the area beyond the confines of the car, I could see that the result of this was that we were parked right in front of the entrance to the supermarket. Anyone who entered or exited the supermarket would walk past our car! We were definitely parked in a designated accessibility parking space, but I wasn’t sure how emergency situations applied to these laws so didn’t say anything. Besides, I knew my mother was not to be swayed in her current state of panic, so it would achieve nothing but to delay things. And the sooner we were out of here, the better.

Three doors of our car clicked open around me.
“Wait!” I shouted, “You can’t leave me exposed like this!”

My mum looked torn about the situation. On one hand, she was rightly concerned about acting fast, but on the other hand, knew that the way I was currently on display was in no way okay.

“Well, we need to be quick about this!” Mum said, “I’ll grab the gloves and one of you boys needs to go find the baby wipes. The other can stay here and keep Bridget covered. Quickly, who’s coming and who’s staying?”

The boys looked at each other. It was clear that both wanted to be the one left without a guardian in the car with the naked girl. After only a couple of seconds, mum made the decision for them.

“Actually, Matthew you stay here, and Ian, you come find the baby wipes, since you’ve got Helen on the line and we might need to ask something.”

“Right”, Ian sighed, his voice suggesting he was probably a little upset that he had lost the imaginary coin-toss to stay in the car. Matthew happily shut his door again. *

“And hand me your phone,” mum continued as her and Ian exited the car, “I want to ask Helen about what we need to do next”

I watched their now-muffled conversation continue and then fade off as they closed their car doors and hurried off into the store. As they disappeared through the automatic sliding doors of the supermarket, mum instinctively hit the ‘lock’ button on her keys, and I heard the “kaCHUNK” of all four car doors locking around me. Sure, the doors still opened from inside the car and it only served to stop people from getting in, but that locking sound still served to drive home the fact that I was now trapped buck naked and alone with a boy.

Even more maddening, not once had Matthew and I been briefed on what our side of this plan was supposed to be, and now my mum was simply gone. How exactly was Matthew expected to “keep me covered”?

I wanted to press my arms and hands back against my body as soon as they walked out of sight, but as I saw the redness of my skin and remembered my hands I realized I did not want to make the irritation or poisoning even worse than it already clearly was. I lifted my arms back to their hovering shield position from earlier, equally careful to avoid contact and exposure. My eyes darted all around, ready to angle my hovering shields in an effective direction of anyone who might come into my view.

After a period of anxiously scanning for forms of life outside the car, my attention came back to Matthew. It was only then that I realized he had this whole time, been staring between my hand and body at my pussy and tits. This was more than the subtle glances he was brave enough to take while my mum was present. Before he had to pretend to not be leering, but now he was leaning in close, far too close, while I was distracted by the windows. I had just given him an uninterrupted… I’m not sure… 30 seconds? A whole minute? I don’t know exactly, but it was plenty of time for him to have memorized the contours and details of his first in-the-flesh girl parts.

A flare of warmth tore its way through my body yet again - the heat of humiliation. This performance of hovering but not actually covering was getting no easier, and no less embarrassing. The idea that at the right angle, someone could still see me completely naked was eating away at me. Instead of properly covering myself, I was just putting on a display of the shame I felt, and my absolute desire to properly cover up. I’m sure whenever I was resorting to this charade of covering myself, it only heightened the excitement and sense of taboo for the boys at what they were still able to see. They could not only see my naked body, but they could see my physical want to hide these parts from them.

“Hey!” I rasped, startling Matthew out of his trance. He thankfully made a point of averting his eyes, even though there would technically be no repercussions for him if he were to continue looking.

“Uh, sorry you’ve been put in this situation”, he said after an icy silence. “I can’t imagine how hard this must be.”
“Then why can’t you stop looking, you little pervert!” I angrily said, noticing that he was already letting his eyes flitter down and over my body again.

The icy silence returned. He didn’t need to say anything though, I knew the answer to my rhetorical. He was a young, ever-curious and horny boy, and I was a young girl sitting beside him, naked as the day I was born, only able to play-act covering my private parts.

“It’s just…” Matthew finally resumed, “This is really weird, y’know?”
I frowned at him. “No shit”, I grumbled.

“No, listen, I’m trying not to look, seriously, I am,” He continued, “But… I dunno… you know when your eyes get drawn to weird looking things?”

I burned with mortification at his turn of phrase. “You think my body looks weird?” I challenged. Could he have not chosen his words more compassionately?

“Well, yeah, honestly…” He pressed on, stumbling over every word “I mean, I haven’t seen a girl our age naked before, but I thought I had an idea of what it would look like - what your body would look like, but seeing you nude… sorry, but I feel like weird is a fair word to use!”

I blinked at him, dumbfounded. And yes, burning with humiliated fury. “What the fuck, dude!” I yelled. How dare he!

“No offense!” He insisted, “I don’t mean it in a bad way! Seeing you naked is fuckin’ awesome, it’s just not what I pictured!”

“Not what you pictured?” I repeated, “Why are you trying to picture me naked to begin with?”

Matthew looked at his feet for a moment, presumably trying to work out how to stop digging his own grave with every word that tumbled from his stupid mouth.

“I just mean picturing naked girls in general! Look, you’re not getting what I’m trying to say—”

“What are you trying to say, Matthew?”

“Well…” Matthew paused, apparently thinking through his words for once, before continuing. “Before you got boobs… Is this what you pictured?”

I looked at my chest, at the little pointed flesh cones protruding from it. “Well, no,” I had to concede, “But they’re still growing! They won’t stay like this!”

Matthew shook his head. “Not the point! You know they look weird right now! And I’m not saying that’s a bad thing! It’s obviously totally normal, but you know this is not what you would have ever pictured when you imagined yourself growing boobs! Your body is strange looking right now, and so of course my eyes keep being drawn to it!”

I could feel my cheeks working overtime to expel my mortification through their glowing. Did he have to keep calling my boobs ‘strange’ and ‘weird’?

“Please, don’t take it so personally. If you tried to picture me naked I guarantee it wouldn’t be as weird looking as the truth!” He added, valiantly trying to lighten the mood. All his comment really did was remind me of the imbalance going on right now, where he was able to see what I looked like naked, while the “truth” of his body remained a secure mystery.

Matthew shifted in his seat, as if trying to change the gears of the conversation, before he spoke again. “If it’s any consolation,” he said, “I um… I like what I see.”

The brazenness of this comment caught me off-guard and I felt a warm prickling rise up the nape of my neck in reaction to the sudden admission. Whatever feeling this was, it was fast overshadowed by extreme awkwardness.

“Fucking perv”, I muttered.
“Sorry”, he said simply.

I looked down at my exposed tits and pussy, and up at Matthew whose apology seemed to have no bearing on his intent and ongoing ogling of my exposed parts.

“They’ll grow into a proper shape soon enough, I’m sure”, Matthew tried to reassure me. “And anyway, the pointy shape is cute”, he said. “It’s like, they’re little, but they know where they’re headed—”

“Okay dude, fuck…” I interrupted before his well-intended yet mortifying words colored me a deeper crimson, “Go grab me a towel from out of the back of the car!” I instructed. Nobody else had entered or left the supermarket since Ian and Mum had gone in, but I obviously wanted to make sure I was as hidden as I could be, and the very fact the car was no longer in motion meant there was no excuse for me to not have a better covering than my hovering hands.

“Uhm… Okay…” Matthew said, obviously trying to think of a good reason not to get the towel, but coming up blank. He started to step out of the car, but then hung in the doorway as he finally found his reason. “Oh, the back of the car will be locked though!”

Nice try, Matty. “There’s a latch under the front of the driver’s seat which will open it”, I advised.

“Oh, okay…” he said forlornly, unlocking his door before stepping out and then shutting it behind him.
It was only as he went to open the driver’s door that he realized he needed to unlock the driver’s door from the inside too.

As he let go of the unresponsive car door handle, I eyed two boys on bicycles through the front windscreen. I hunched down and watched with anxious eyes as they proceeded to chain their bikes to the pylon right in front of our car!

I tried to remain perfectly still, in the hopes that they wouldn’t see me. Still, I couldn’t help but allow my eyes to widen as I realized… I knew these boys.

These boys went to my school! They were in my grade and sat a couple rows behind me in math. Steve and Paul. Both are funny, significantly more popular and outgoing than me, and most important of all: Both of them are embarrassingly cute! As in, "I don't talk to either of them ever because I'd just make a fool out of myself and seek out the nearest tall unlocked window" type of cute. The type of cute where they probably didn't even know I existed. As humiliating as it is knowing that my little brother, his pervy friend, and a handful of strangers at the beach had all seen me naked...having these guys my age from my class who I actually knew and actually kinda liked seeing me naked would be a hundred times worse.

My panic was intense! I froze, hoping that not moving even an inch would make me turn invisible or at least let me blend in with the car interior. Thank goodness the small movement of my eyes widening wouldn’t be enough to draw their attention. And thank goodness we don't drive a convertible!

“Forgot to unlock the front door!” Matthew informed me quite loudly as he reopened his own door.

Oh good grief, Matthew! How could you be so oblivious to your surroundings!

Of course, the boys’ attention was immediately drawn to Matthew, and then down through the front windshield of the car. Whatever they expected to see, it was not this. Their eyes grew as wide as mine, as they spotted me cowering in the middle of the back seat.

“Hey! You okay?” Matthew asked as I kept my eyes trained on the boys. It appeared he was still oblivious to the audience we now had.

“Shut your door and lock it!” I instructed, prompting him to climb back in and finally follow my gaze to the boys, who now shifted around to the opposite side of the car to where Matthew sat. I angled my hands in line with their position as they approached, knowing this would now be exposing these parts once again to Matthew from his position on the other side of me. I burned with shame as I did this, but knowing Matthew had already seen my secrets made it a just barely easier pill to swallow than if these new faces were to also glean knowledge of my intimate anatomy.

“Are… Are you naked?” Paul, the taller of the boys asked, his voice muffled but discernible through the windowed forcefield - the only thing keeping them from getting any closer.

“Uh, no, no,” Matthew responded loudly back at them, “she’s just-“

“She totally is!” Paul concluded excitedly before Matthew had a chance to offer an alternative narrative.

It would have been difficult to convince them otherwise. While I was so far succeeding in blocking their view of my girl parts, the surrounding areas where there should have been evidence of a swimsuit, or at least some kind of connective string, sat glaringly unfurnished.

“Why are you naked in a car parked in front of the store?” Steve, the other boy with his gorgeous brown hair, asked smiling broadly.

There is no answer to that question that wouldn't be mortifying to say out loud, so I couldn't speak. I wanted to curl into a ball but the need to keep my legs apart and avoid skin-on-skin contact was preventing me from much more than just an inadequate forward lean. I realized quickly that this made it even harder to ensure I was accurately positioning my hand shields, so I frustratedly returned to sitting upright, the pale skin of my front practically radiating at them.

“Listen, you both need to leave!”, Matthew yelled. Suddenly I was thankful to have Matthew in the car with me and not Ian. I didn't know if my brother would've been on my side in this mess or if he'd gleefully show me off to the new eyewitnesses.

“No way!” Paul said, clearly ready to camp out beside the car for the rest of the day in the interests of seeing more.

“Hey,” Said Steve, squinting through the glass at Matthew, “I know you! I’ve seen you at school! Who’s the girl? Does she go to our school too???”

Oh shit. For once in my awkward life I was thankful for not being popular enough for guys to recognize me. Matthew, please just keep your mouth shut!

Fortunately, in that moment he did. It was likely due to not knowing what he should say next, but I was thankful for his hesitation nonetheless. Not to be dissuaded, pretty-hair Steve turned his attention back to me, trying to deduce where he recognizes me from. Crap! Why do the hot guys have to pay attention to me now of all times??

My hands worked tirelessly to shield everything from them, hovering just an inch away from touching me. I heavily considered grabbing myself fully, chemicals be damned, but some piece of my survival instinct was in the back of my mind preventing me from doing it...even as the entire rest of my brain was in absolute panic mode about not being fully covered.

"BRIDGET!" Steve suddenly yelled out. Damnit! Paul looked closer next, realizing Steve was right about who I was.

"Holy hell it is Bridget! From math!" Tall Paul gleefully declared. "Bridget's naked! This is awesome!"

This is the complete opposite of "awesome"! If awesome was in the United States on a globe, this wouldn't just be in China, this would be on the dark side of the moon. Pluto's moon. This is so far away from awesome that the distance is unfathomable. Unfortunately, my male classmates disagreed and their desire to see underneath my hands visibly increased once they recognized me as someone they knew.

“Hey, Briiiiiiiidgeeeeet!” Steve sang, sending a shiver up my back as he cockily used my name. “Move your hands!”

"No!" I finally spoke for the first time. I double-checked my hovering hands to make sure everything was blocked for their line of sight. "Please...go away!"

“Why is she holding her hands like that?” Paul asked Matthew, referring to how they were hovering and not physically touching my body. “Is she deliberately teasing us or something?”

“She’s got poisonous chemicals on her skin,” Matthew recapped, “So she can’t touch her body right now”. I guess he was hoping some context would pave the way to sympathy. At least they wouldn't think I was doing any of this on purpose, small win as it was.

There was a long pause, the little cogs turning in the boys’ brains. I briefly had hope for them leaving me alone now. Briefly.

“Wait here”, Paul said to his buddy, and he proceeded to scurry around the back of the car toward Matthew’s side.

I started frantically looking around, hoping for a solution. This couldn’t be happening! I wouldn’t be able to fully block the viewing angle of both boys at the same time once they were on opposite sides of the car!

This was a nightmare. No, actually, this was far worse than a nightmare. Unlike a nightmare, this wasn’t going to go away in the morning. And after what they were inevitably about to see, there was no way they wouldn’t tease me at school! Or worse, tell everyone else what they saw. They would surely describe the precise details of my secret bits to every boy I know and several I haven't even met yet. All would hear about how pointy my nipples are, how they looked "weird" as Matthew put it a few minutes ago. The boys at school might go as far as to make a meme out of the specific shade of pink I have between my legs.

Yeah, the odds of my nipples and pussy staying fully unseen were about a million to fuck-all. In a matter of seconds, I would be unwillingly baring my mortifying breast points and demurely parted downstairs area to one of these boys. If it wasn't for the real fear of permanent damage, my hands would be glued so tightly onto my body that nobody would ever be able to physically pry them off. But because of the risk...all I could do was hover and pray.

Step by step, Paul circles around our car. My hands were shaking as I tried to decide whether to move them or not. Do I move my hands and allow my private parts to be seen by one boy, or do I keep my hands where they are and allow my private parts to be seen by the other boy? Either way, another boy was about to see my privates!!

I almost screamed when Matthew’s hands swooped in, creating a larger two-handed shield over my own single-hand crotch shield.

“You do your upstairs, I’ll do your downstairs”, he offered, a little too eagerly for my liking.

I could hear the slapping of hurried footsteps from the boy approaching Matthew’s window, and knew I had no time to question or object to Matthew’s plan. As soon as I could see that his curved, two-handed coverage was indeed enough to hide my crotch from both sides, I pulled my hand out from between my legs and fastidiously repositioned my arms and hands to create a more robust barrier over my chest area.

And just in time too, as I heard the eager voyeur on Matthew’s side of the car press up against the window and shout “Aww, come on!” In annoyance.

I could feel the presence of Matthew’s hands as they floated less than half an inch away from my pussy.

“Please be fucking careful!” I quietly begged him.

“Of course!” He said.

“Hey, c’mon,” Steve finally chimed in, “Why are you helping her hide? You're a man too, aren't you? Just give us a quick peek! We can all look together.”

“Uncover me and you’re dead!” I snarled at Matthew.

Matthew frowned at my threat. “I’m helping you out here for shit’s sake!” He argued.

As he said this, I felt my small tuft of pubic hair being disturbed, Matthew’s hands accidentally brushing up against it during his spirited argument.

“Hey! Watch it!” I snapped.

“That was an accident!” He snapped back, before adding, “Calm the fuck down or next time maybe it won’t be!”

“What?!” I yelled, admittedly a little panicked at this sudden change in Matthew’s demeanor. My attitude had apparently become too much for him in his clear position of power, and his response, though not as harshly voiced as I had been, made his point perfectly clear.

“Sorry,” He said, appearing to be just as taken aback as I was at his threat, “It’s just… I could totally be feeling you up right now - you know that, right? And… and you wouldn’t even pull my hands away, or these boys would see your vagina!”

I stared back, terrified at his words. The way he spoke didn’t sound like he was making an actual threat so much as illustrating a point, but still… Where had this version of Matthew come from? He had always seemed to be one of the most timid and innocent of Ian’s friends. Now he was talking about how easily he could just start… groping me?

“I… I-I’m sorry,” I stammered quietly, “Please don’t do that…”

“I said I could do that,” Matthew stressed, “The point is that I’m not! I’m trying to help you. The least you can do is be thankful for that and stop attacking me. You’re making it really hard for me to have a reason to help you right now.”

“Sorry”, I breathed, realizing how unreasonable I was being. And more importantly, how much worse things could hypothetically be for me right now.

We sat still for around a minute, listening to the boys’ demands to uncover. I could barely hear them, though, with my mind unable to stop thinking about what Matthew had just said. I couldn’t shake the image of him taking my pubic area into his hand and… just holding it. It felt strange how physically close we both were to this actually happening right now. The only thing preventing it was Matthew’s restraint. And it didn’t go unnoticed to me that he had just inadvertently admitted that the idea of breaking that restraint had crossed his mind. I wondered how strong his resolve was, and for the briefest of moments, I allowed my thoughts to entertain the possibility of things playing out that way. It sparked a warm tingling between my legs.

Matthew, looking out his window at the boys peering in, unintentionally allowed his hands to again make light contact with my pubic hair. A gentle jostling of these hair follicles in my skin, so close to some of the most sensitive nerves in my genitals, ignited a Mexican wave of goosebumps over my body. Matthew seemed not to have noticed the unintended contact, still looking out the window. I simply watched his hand, and the way it rested atop the little tuft. All the time, unable to say anything to him, and unsure as to why.

The warmth percolated upwards within me, until I could begin to feel it radiating from my face.

It was then that I became aware of a tightness in my leg muscles, and realized that I had at some point raised myself up slightly off my seat. I was the one who had caused the contact.

Embarrassed at my body’s own betrayal, I slowly released the tension in my legs to sink back into the seat, breaking our physical connection, and hoping neither Matthew or the boys outside the car had noticed.

I could feel my face flushing even redder. What the hell was that?!

Now, looking down, the space between Matthew’s hands and my privates felt too distant. While Matthew was certainly blocking the view of the areas deep between my legs, it felt like they could at least angle themselves for peeks at some of the skin down there that would normally have had knickers covering it.

I couldn’t muster the courage to outright ask Matthew to bring his hands closer - that felt too embarrassing.

No, it would be much simpler to…

…Lift myself up toward his hands again….

My slightly more enthusiastic movement this time around resulted in the sides of his outermost fingers making contact with my inner thighs as I lifted myself up to him. The forbidden touch elicited a gasp from both of us, and Matthew began reflexively pulling away.

“Aaaah, no no no!” I squealed, alerting him of the exposure he was about to cause, lifting myself even further to keep the gap closed. “You nearly uncovered me!” I warned, trying to justify my actions to myself as much as to him. The boys outside heard my outburst, openly excited by it and cheering it on.

Matthew’s eyes were as wide as saucers. I’m sure he had no idea what to think about this. He clearly didn’t know what to say, I’m sure fearing that the wrong words could make it end, so he just stared at me, no doubt absorbing this moment of touching a girl’s extreme upper inner thighs as much as he could, while it remained a reality.

I’m pretty positive we were both thinking about the fact that we shouldn’t have been making skin-on-skin contact, but I found myself unwilling to pull away again. I couldn’t even find any words, and just stared at Matthew, eyes glassy with confusion at what exactly was going on.

I told myself that Matthew was aware that my thighs technically weren’t one of the affected areas he should avoid touching, which is why he wasn’t objecting. Though I was probably giving him too much credit there. If, hypothetically, his hands did make contact with my privates… and I didn’t pull away… He wouldn’t stay there… Right?

I was terrified. Terrified of how close we were to this thought being put to the test. Terrified at the possibility that Steve and Paul were going to stand there watching every second of the test! Terrified that he would be the one to initiate it. Terrified that, with my current unhinged thoughts, I might initiate it!

Looking at Matthew, I realized he was visibly sweating. I didn’t know if it was from nerves about the situation he was in with me, or from an internal struggle of erotic thoughts and self-restraint. But I knew he was thinking about my inner thighs in that moment. I could feel the micro-jitters in his hand against my flesh, and transferring into the follicles of my little tuft of pubes. Jeeeesus Christ.

In a fleeting blink of clarity, I caught myself breathing heavily and tried to steady it back down. Things had stirred in me, and I couldn’t get a solid grasp of what exactly it was that I was feeling. I was angry, frustrated and embarrassed, and now for some reason, that combination of feelings was culminating in making me… a little…

I’ve no idea why, but I was… horny. The idea of Matthew giving in to his self-restraint with me was suddenly hot, and my thoughts started drifting toward willing it to actually happen. I kept catching myself though, and feeling ashamed of how flustered I was getting.

It would take me a little while to realize what was going on here, but in retrospect I can make very clear sense of the combatting thoughts: I was seeing Matthew in an overtly sexual context for the first time in my life, and my body wanted him to have every part of me. The element butting heads with those thoughts was that we were in public. What complicated matters even further was that my embarrassment - the thing holding me back from outright telling him to go ahead and touch me all over in front of an audience - was in itself a blooming fetish of mine that I hadn’t fully come to terms with.

And so, in that moment, I was holding myself in a confusing, tortuous limbo, wanting things to advance, but terrified of pulling that trigger.

I’d been getting very easily aroused a lot in the preceding months, and was worried that I was some kind of freak. I was under the impression that at my age it was just boys that were supposed to be easily aroused all the time. And my concern about it was one wherein I was the only person who knew. I fought to regain some sensible composure, as I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go on living my life if someone else found out how easily I could slip into a haze of horniness. I couldn't live with the world knowing the truth of how many bad thoughts this "good girl" could think.

As I tried to reclaim my bearings, I felt my left nipple brush against my own forearm in another round of misjudged proximity. Looking down brought another shock to me; this misjudgment was in part due to my nipples having erected. Their ridiculous cone shape was now even more accentuated, with their increased pinkness doing nothing but highlighting the tip of each tender peak.

The boys outside the car repeated their perversion-fueled insistence that I uncover my “titties and bush”. Their reference to me hiding a “bush” made me wince and my eyes met with Matthew’s for a moment. I knew exactly what he was thinking about now. He had seen my downstairs, and knew that their assumption that I had anything even remotely close to a “bush” was drastically off the mark.

I squirmed at the idea he was thinking about that, and as the shame hit me, I felt another wave of tingles down there.

I scrunched up my face, furious at my own body’s irrational betrayal. Why was this happening?

It was only then that I considered some kind of side-effect of the chemicals seeping in as the cause of the tingling. It had to be that. I certainly couldn’t entertain the idea that I was actually getting some kind of perverse thrill out of my escalating humiliation! No, it had to be chemicals affecting my privates. Not that this brought me any reassurance, of course. On the contrary, I shuddered at the thought that if it got any worse, I might need to bring it up with Helen when Mum and Ian returned with the phone.

Phones! Oh crap, I vaguely heard Steve and Paul say something about phones. I was in such a haze that their words were just a blur, but I know I heard something with that word in it. That word is the worst possible word for a trapped naked girl to ever hear spoken by her two male classmates. Phones take pictures, pictures can be shared, and humiliation can become eternal.

"Five seconds before we start taking pictures, Bridget!" Paul taunted, holding his phone in his hand now. "Bare it and share it, unless you want us to share all this with our friends."

"Come ooon!" Steve whined. "We won't take any pictures if you let us see some titty and kitty! I promise!"

Oh God.... The ultimate dilemma: Expose full nudity to two boys from my class, boys I'll see every single day until summer break (and probably wind up sharing classes with every year until graduation),...or stay covered up but risk all of the boys in school getting pictures on their phones of me exposed and utterly humiliated. I'd be the laughing stock of the school and the spank bank of the entire male gender!

What should I do? What should I choose? Matthew freezes, waiting on my orders. Paul begins counting down while aiming the phone at me. Steve does the same. Time is running out! I have to choose between complete exposure to two boys or partial exposure to all of the boys, and I have to choose in 3 seconds or less!