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The following is applicable to all chapters of “The Bully Girls and Me:”

This is a work of fiction and is pure fantasy. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

For ages 18 and older only.

Chapter 1: The Threat: viewtopic.php?p=43208#p43208
Chapter 2: Alone In the Woods: viewtopic.php?p=43247#p43247
Chapter 3: In the Shower: viewtopic.php?p=43312#p43312
Chapter 4: A Pile of Shame: viewtopic.php?p=43369#p43369
Chapter 5: Tied to a Chair: viewtopic.php?p=43401#p43401
Chapter 6: The Stripping: viewtopic.php?p=43460#p43460
Chapter 7: Total Exposure: viewtopic.php?p=43520#p43520
Chapter 8: Haley's Face: viewtopic.php?p=45228#p45228

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Chapter 1: The Threat

There were these two girls. Bullies. You might picture bullies as big and tough, but not these girls. They looked like perfect little angels—cute dresses, perfect hair, and pretty faces. And did I mention? They were two years older than me. Eighth graders, while I was just a sixth grader. It really wasn’t a fair fight.

Haley was clearly the leader of the two. I thought she was amazing. I probably had a little crush on her. Sorry, I’m lying. I absolutely had a crush on her. At least at first. She was slender and usually wore those plaid school-girl skirts. We didn’t have uniforms at our school, but that’s the kind of thing she would wear. And those piercing blue eyes? Perfect straight blonde hair? Plus, being two years older, she had started to develop nicely, and I definitely noticed.

It started off simple enough. Haley would come up to me at lunch and take something off my plate—like a bag of chips. Then she’d stand there, dangling it in front of me, hand on her hip, and say, “You want it back, Jimmy? That’ll be a dollar.”

The first time it happened, I was so shocked. I mean, I had never been bullied before. I had a lot of friends, was athletic, and my grades were good. Maybe I wasn’t one of the “coolest” kids, but I was no wimpy nerd. So when she did that, I was genuinely taken aback. I thought maybe she was kidding.

“Ha. Very funny, Haley. Give ’em back,” I said, trying to sound casual.

But she stood firm. “One dollar.”

“Are you kidding?”

“Try me.”

And it was weird, but I felt this lump in my throat, like I was going to cry. That was a new sensation for me. I was a pretty confident kid, even at eleven. But instead of standing my ground, I reached into my pocket and handed her a dollar. I figured I’d just pay her off and get rid of her. She happily snatched the bill from my fingers and tossed the chips back onto my tray.

“Thanks for doing business, Jimmy. See you next time.” And she swished away, her beautiful hair swaying behind her.

I looked around, hoping none of my friends had seen. Thankfully, I was having early lunch that day, and the friends I usually ate with weren’t there. Okay, so that was weird. But it was over. Seemingly.

Nothing happened for a few days. But the next week, I had early lunch again. And like clockwork, there was Haley. This time, she wore a tight pink sweater that really showed off her... er... development. Every part of me noticed. My eyes moved up to her chest, lingering longer than they should have. I mean, come on. I was in sixth grade. What do you expect?

But this time, she wasn’t alone. She was with her friend, Bella. Bella was stunning too, with brown hair pulled back in a long ponytail. She wore tight jeans and a long white button-down shirt. Maybe not as developed as Haley, but certainly fit. Her face was beautiful, at least to me. Her skin was a little darker than Haley’s creamy white complexion. I only mention this because their good looks, combined with the fact that they were two grades above me, made me incredibly nervous.

Still, I tried to play it cool. “Oh, hi, Haley. Bella.”

Haley ignored me as she spoke to Bella about me. “See, Bella? This is the kid I mentioned.”

Bella looked at me. “Oh, Jimmy. Sure. I remember him from elementary school.”

I kept my head down, focusing on my food.

“Right,” said Haley. “He’s the one who was so quick to give me a dollar when I took his chips last week.”

Bella casually laughed. “Think he’ll do it again?”

Haley swiped my chips. “I don’t know. Let’s see!” And in a blink, she was standing there, smugly holding my bag of chips.

I looked at Haley, frustration bubbling up. “Come on, Haley. What’s this about?”

“This is about you giving me a dollar, and I’ll give you your chips back.”

I had learned about bullying. I knew I shouldn’t give in. It was a mistake last week, and I wasn’t going to make it again.

“Fine,” I said, not looking up. “You want those chips so bad, keep ’em. But you’re not getting another dollar from me.” And I went back to eating.

That kind of surprised her. Then, all prim-and-proper like, she sat down on the bench next to me. Right next to me. Like, touching. She gestured for Bella to sit down on the other side of me. I was scared shitless, but no way was I going to let it show. I could almost feel their breath. What were these girls going to do?

Haley got real close to me. My heart was pounding like crazy. And she said, quietly but calmly, "You're going to give us a dollar whenever we want."

Bella echoed in my other ear, "That's right, Jimmy. Whenever we want."

It was intimidating, but I wasn't giving in. I tried to sound forceful. "And if I don't?" my voice cracking a bit.

And then Haley said something that still gives me shivers to this day. She looked right at me and said, "If you don't? Then Bella and I are going to come over to your house and strip you."

Holy what???

"Bullshit," I said. I don't know how I had the courage to say that. I was trembling inside... and probably out. But I said it.

I didn't know how they were going to react. Were they going to beat me up? I mean, surely not. Not right in the lunchroom. But no way were they going to come over to my house and strip me. Ridiculous.

They both jumped back in mock surprise when I said, "Bullshit."

"Oh! Tough kid," Bella shot back.

Then they just kind of giggled and stood up.

"Suit yourself," Haley said.

Then Bella, "Yeah, Jimmy. Birthday-suit yourself!"

They laughed hysterically at Bella's little joke. I was trembling inside, but I wasn't going to show it.

Haley gave me a sweet smile and said, "Aw, little Jimmy. You think you're so tough. But you know what, little Jimmy? You're going to regret not giving us a dollar. You really are."

And they gave me a little wave and a smirk before turning and walking away, laughing out loud as they went.

I sat there, stunned. I mean, really stunned. Who walks up to a person and says they're going to come over to your house and strip you? Plus, they were two years older than me! I mean, come on! Weren't they afraid I was going to tell? But then I thought about it. How could I possibly tell? I mean, that's awfully embarrassing. I'm going to go up to a teacher and say, "Haley and Bella said they're going to strip me if I don't give them a dollar?" Absurd. No, I'd just keep it to myself. Clearly it would never happen, and hopefully by standing up to them, that would be the end of it. That's what I was hoping.

But still, when I went home after school, I was nervous all night. I mean, what if they meant it? What if they really meant it? What if they climbed through my window while I was sleeping and they woke me up and stripped me? My imagination started to run wild. When I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I was afraid there'd be a knock at the door. "Oh, we're just here to see Jimmy. He's helping us with our homework." Something like that. Mostly, I was afraid of them sneaking in through the window. When I was showering that night, I imagined them opening the bathroom window and seeing me naked in the shower. It was completely irrational, I know. But I was in sixth grade. The whole thing was terrifying. Even if I kept telling myself it was silly and would never happen, there would be that small part of me. That moment when my heart would skip a beat, thinking they might actually do it. And worse, imagining myself naked while they stood there laughing at me.

I double checked that my bedroom window was locked before I went to bed, and I even locked my door (which I never, ever did). Just in case.

I kept playing it over in my mind. I kept hearing Haley's voice, almost whispering in my ear, "We're going to come over to your house and strip you." Over and over. "We're going to come over to your house and strip you." I kept telling myself it couldn't possibly happen. How would they get in? And how were they planning to strip me? Would they hold me down and try to take off my clothes? And if they did, what did she mean by "strip?" Maybe she just meant down to my underwear. But what if she meant all the way? Certainly, I was stronger than them. Well, at least I thought I was. Of course, there were two of them. Then the most horrific thought of all... what if they actually stripped me completely naked... underwear and everything, and I was totally naked, and I got... you know... excited? While they were looking? It was way too much for my sixth-grade brain to process.

There was no way. That's what I kept telling myself. Absolutely no way.

It took a while for me to fall asleep that night.

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And I hope you DO get excited!
And I hope they see it all!

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Chapter 2: Alone In the Woods

I woke up early. I was tingling all over. I didn't know if it was fear, or anticipation, or what. At least I had slept okay. But all I could think of was Haley saying, "We're going to come over to your house and strip you." Obviously, they were just joking. Obviously.

But still, I wasn't positive. And I sure didn't want them to come over and strip me. I mean, jeez! They were two years older than me! I mean, it would be sooooo embarrassing. And nobody has ever seen me naked. Ever. I mean, my parents when I was little. And my doctor. And he's a man. But that's it. Really! And they're in eighth grade! And they're so hot. With actual boobs and everything.

I was going crazy, thinking about it. Then I thought, maybe all they wanted to do was make me crazy with anticipation. You know. Tease the younger kid. Teasing I could take. Stripping, I wasn't sure. Of course, they'd never actually do it. But I needed a plan. Just in case.

It was a short walk to school. It's a small community. Nobody takes the bus. We're all walking distance. I mean, Haley and Bella live just a couple of neighborhoods over. Which, of course, added to my worry. Because they could show up at my house in five minutes if they wanted to. I started imagining it. I was picturing Bella hanging out at Haley's, and Bella says, "Let's go surprise Jimmy and take off all his clothes!" I could just picture them laughing about it and running over here and sneaking in my window. And it would be so easy to sneak in my window. It's right there on the first floor, right by the patio. They'd just come in. I started to squirm, just imagining it. Haley would say, "Jimmy, you should have given us a dollar. And now we're going to strip you." And Bella would walk over to me, reaching for my shirt, and say, "Yeah. And we don't mean just strip you to your underwear. We mean everything off." And Haley would come over, reaching for my clothes, and say again, for emphasis, "Yeah. Everything. Even your underwear. We're going to make you show us everything." I'd try to run, but they'd pounce on me, and I'd struggle, but it would be two against one. I was imagining it like some sort of bad dream where you're trying to run but your legs won't move.

Wow.

Then I snapped out of it.

But then I had an idea. What if I went over to Haley today and just gave her a dollar. What if I just said, "Hey, sorry about yesterday. I don't know what I was thinking. Here's the dollar. So we're good now?" I could certainly do that. That would be easy. It would just cost me a dollar, and she'd probably just laugh and say she was just teasing anyway. And that would be over.

That was my plan. It seemed reasonable.

It was about 8:15 when I got to school. School starts at 8:30. They don't let us into the hallways until 8:25, so everyone hangs out in the gym until then. I walked into the gym, and everyone was just talking or looking at their phones. I double checked that I had the dollar in my pocket. I reached in and clutched it. I was really nervous. I looked around the gym, searching for Haley. She was on the other side, sitting on a bleacher, next to Bella, of course. Just my luck. I was hoping Haley would have been alone. Because as nervous as I am around Haley, I'm even more nervous around Bella for some reason. She just looks so grown up. Like she could be in high school or something.

But I'm no pussy. I walked confidently up to Haley, and I said it just as I practiced on my walk to school. "Hey, Haley." I pulled out the dollar. "Sorry about yesterday. I don't know what got into me. Here's the dollar. No big deal. So we're good?"

I extended my hand, waiting for her to take the dollar.

But she just looked at it. Then she looked at Bella. Then they started bursting out laughing. I was relieved. I thought maybe they were laughing because they had been joking yesterday, and they thought it was funny that I took them seriously. So I started laughing too. All just a big joke.

And then Haley said, "Oh, Jimmy. I don't want your dollar. Not anymore. I mean, if you'd given it to me yesterday, sure. That would be one thing. But the thing is, you didn't do what I said when I said it. And so that means you need to face the consequence."

Then Bella reached out, gently pushing my hand away. She said, "Really, Jimmy. We don't want your dollar. We've already decided that you need to be punished for disobeying us."

Punished???

And Haley, all smiles, said, "And we've already told you what your punishment is. Do you remember what we said we were going to do?"

This was not going how I thought. Not at all. I couldn't even respond. I started sweating and my neck got tight.

"Looks like the cat's got your tongue," Haley said in her casual way. "Bella, do you want to remind him what his punishment is?"

And Bella leaned forward. She held my head gently in her hands, like I was a puppy dog or something, and she looked at me with those big brown eyes, and she said, "Oh, Jimmy. Don't you remember? We're going to come over to your house and strip you. That's right. We're going to take all your clothes off. Do you remember now? We're going to get you down to your birthday suit so we can look at you all naked. Is it coming back now? Or do you need me to tell you again in more detail?"

I was completely speechless. And right then, the bell rang. 8:25. Haley and Bella just got up and walked away, laughing at me.

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I couldn't get them out of my mind all through the day. It's like I was in a fog. I was just replaying the conversation in my mind over and over. Still, it must have been a joke. No way they would really do that. No way. I mean, they'd get in all kinds of trouble if they did that. No way they would risk it. At least, that's what I told myself.

Finally, the bell rang. The end of the day. I started walking home. And as I was walking, I heard a voice calling behind me. "Hey, Jimmy. Wait up." I looked around, and no way. It was Haley and Bella. They were just about 20 steps behind me.

I didn't know what to do. If I ran, they'd chase me and maybe even strip me right there in the grass. I could imagine it. Me screaming and them on top of me, laughing and pulling off my clothes. Would they take my clothes and leave me naked outside where everyone could see? Make me go home all naked? So I couldn't run. That wasn't an option.

But what if I stopped? Was I really going to stop and let them walk up to me? This was crazy. It had gone too far. I needed to stand my ground.

So I stopped and turned, demanding, "What is this all about???"

They walked up to me, Bella in those tight jeans with her ponytail gently swinging behind her, and Haley's skirt about as short as the dress code would allow.

They started circling me. Just walking slow circles around me.

"Oh, he'll be fun to strip," Haley said, kind of playfully tugging at my shirt.

"Oh, yeah," said Bella. "I can totally picture him all nervous and cowering, begging us to not get him naked."

Part of me felt like I was going to cry. But I didn't want to show any weakness.

"Come on, Haley," I protested. That was the best I could come up with.

She got right up into my face. Still the sugary sweet smile and voice. "Don't worry, Jimmy. We won't do it here. We'll come to your house."

"That's right, Jimmy," Bella repeated. "We'll come to your house."

Haley went on, "After all, that's what we said. We said we're going to come over to your house and strip you."

Fighting back the tears, I said, "But why?"

Haley continued casually playing with the bottom of my shirt. "Because you didn't do what I said. We've been through this. You disobeyed me yesterday. And so you need to be punished. You need to learn your lesson. And we're going to teach it to you by stripping you. That's the only way that boys like you remember. To be totally controlled and humiliated. Then, once you're naked and humbled, maybe you'll understand that you need to always do whatever we tell you to do. And that there will be consequences if you don't."

On the walk from school to my house, there was a stand of trees. Pretty dense. We were about 50 yards from it. If I could make it to the trees, I could lose them, and then it's a straight shot home. I thought about making a break for it. But Bella was in my way, and Haley had her fingers wrapped around my shirt. Then Bella saw me looking toward the trees.

"You know what, Haley?" Bella asked.

"What's that?" Haley answered, her fingers lifting my shirt over my belly just a couple of inches.

"I think Jimmy's thinking about making a run for it."

Haley got this look of faux disappointment on her face. "Oh, Jimmy. You wouldn't do that, would you? I mean, you know that if you ran, we'd just make your punishment worse. You know that, right? And you know we could make it worse, don't you? Think about it. I mean, stripping you could just be the beginning. You know?" She now had the front of my shirt halfway up my belly. I was too nervous to even do anything about it. I just stood there, frozen.

Then she got even closer to me. Right in my face. Gentle, but somehow the gentle made it even more menacing. I swallowed hard. She said in her sweet voice, "You know what, Jimmy?"

"What?" I croaked.

"I know we said we'd come over to your house and strip you, but I'm thinking maybe a little preview right here."

"A... preview...?" I asked?

Haley and Bella started leading me over to the stand of trees. Haley pulling me by the front of my shirt, and Bella walking next to me with her arm firmly around my back. I went along. Resisting might have made it worse. And I didn't know what they meant by "preview."

We stepped into the middle of the trees. It was quiet and protected, and there wouldn't be anyone around.

Haley said, "We'll come over to your house sometime for the full stripping. But let's just have a preview. Let's just get some of your clothes off right now, just to see what we're working with. That's all."

"Some of my clothes...?" I stammered.

"That's right," she said. "How about just your shirt. That's all. No big deal, right? I mean, we've seen you without your shirt at the pool. That's no big deal."

I don't think I even knew what was happening. And they didn't wait. It's like time had stopped. I didn't run. I didn't fight back. I couldn't speak. I was frozen solid.

Bella gently lifted my backpack off my shoulders, and Haley started to pullmy shirt over my torso. Then something snapped in me.

"Wait, no! You can't do this."

Haley dropped the sweet act and started to look more severe. "Oh, we can. And we will. And how you behave will determine how bad it gets for you."

I looked around and in one move, I grabbed my backpack off the ground and started sprinting. But they were chasing after me, and the strap of my bag caught on a tree root. II fell to the ground. Bella jumped on top of me and Haley stood above me.

She said, "Jimmy, tsk tsk tsk. That wasn't a smart thing to do. Not smart at all."

I pleaded, "But you can't make me take my clothes off!"

Bella was straddling my belly now, facing me, and she said, "Who said anything about making you take your clothes off? We're going to strip you. And the less you resist, the easier it will be for everyone."

"But don't worry, Jimmy," Haley said gently. "It's not the full stripping now. It's just a preview. We'll do the full stripping another time. Over at your house. When nobody's around, and we can take our time and make a little noise. Here, it's just a quiet little preview. Just the three of us, here in the woods."

I wanted to speak, but Haley put her finger to my lips, like a "shhhh" motion, warning me to stay quiet. Then she bent down over me and pulled my arms up, while Bella tried to get my shirt up and over my torso. I wasn't making any noise, but I was struggling and squirming. I don't know why I thought I'd be able to overpower the two of them. I mean, there were two of them. And they were two years older than me. They may have been prissy girls, but they were strong.

Bella got my shirt over my face, but she was struggling with getting it all the way off. I broke free from Haley's hands for a second, but she grabbed my arms again, this time even stronger. Bella had my shirt over my head now. I had lost. Haley whisked it off my arms. And there I was. Shirtless.

Bella got off me and stood next to Haley, who was proudly dangling my shirt from her fingers, just like she had dangled my chips in the lunchroom.

I stood there awkwardly. I know, it's not a big deal for a guy to be seen without a shirt. But like this? It was humiliating. To have been beaten by two girls? Even if they were older than me. I mean, that kind of made it worse.

I had my hands crossed in front of my bare chest. I looked at them, just smirking at me. So pleased with themselves for having beaten me so easily.

Bella had my backpack at her feet and Haley was holding my shirt.

"Look at you, Jimmy," Haley gloated. "So smooth and milky white. Very nice. That wasn't so hard, was it? See, this is a nice preview. Isn't it, Bella? A nice preview?"

"Oh, yeah," Bella laughed. "A great preview. Looking forward to seeing the whole show. I mean, imagine how much fun he'll be to look at with his shorts off." They shared a laugh that went on too long.

Haley handed my shirt to Bella, and then took a few steps toward me. "Go on, Jimmy. Lower your hands. Let's see that smooth chest of yours."

I didn't move, so Haley reached out and moved my hands away. I didn't really resist much. Some, but not much. I was just hoping they'd let it go at that.

"Very nice, Jimmy. Nice and smooth." She studied my chest and shoulders. She walked around to my back. I was all tingly. Then she walked around to my front. "See, Jimmy. You can be very cooperative when you want. And look at those cute little nipples. Doesn't he just have the most darling nipples, Bella?" She gave my right nipple a squeeze between her thumb and index finger. It hurt a little. I flinched. She noticed. I think she liked it. She was watching my face for a reaction, but I tried to stay still. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah, Haley. Very cute."

"Come on over, Bella. Give them a squeeze. They're very soft."

"No," I said, quietly. "Please."

Haley glared at me. "Did you say something, Jimmy?"

I looked at the ground and shook my head 'no.'

"I didn't think so."

Bella walked over, like in slow motion. She reached out with those long, beautiful fingers, and pinched my nipples. Both at the same time. Really hard. But I tried not to react.

"Yes, Haley. Very soft nipples," her fingers still squeezing. I wanted to pull away, but I didn't. And I refused to flinch or wince. I just stared at the ground.

"So here's the deal, Jimmy," Haley said, gently running her finger along my chest and belly. "I don't like that you tried to run from us today." She pinched my nipple again. This time, hard. I couldn't help but flinch. "That's going to add to your punishment. Do you understand?"

Still looking at the ground, I nodded.

"Good boy." She released my nipple and patted my head. Then she said, "Now then. Which do you want? Your backpack or your shirt?"

"Um, both, please," I quietly said.

"Sorry, Jimmy. But you can only have one back. Do you want your backpack or your shirt?"

What the... They weren't going to give me my shirt back? I mean, I needed my backpack. It had my laptop and everything in it! They were going to send me home without a shirt?

Bella said, "If I were you, I'd take the backpack. What's the big deal to walk the rest of the way home without a shirt?" And then Bella's face lit up. "Wait, Jimmy. Do you remember? In elementary school? Didn't you used to have a little Woody backpack?"

I did. I don't know why she was bringing that up. In first or second grade, I had a Woody backpack. Bella was in third grade at the time, and for whatever reason, she remembered. Which was kind of weird. But in the moment, I just felt embarrassed, standing there shirtless, with her talking about my Woody backpack.

She stepped closer, wanting a response. "Didn't you, Jimmy? Have a Woody backpack?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I think I did. When I was little."

"Aw. How cute. Little Jimmy had a little Woody backpack!"

Haley looked down at my shorts and smiled this mean kind of sweet smile. "You know what, Bella? I wonder if he has a little woody right now!"

Bella snapped back to stand next to Haley. She looked down at my shorts. "Well, look at that! I bet he does have a little woody. Isn't that adorable!" They started pointing and laughing at me as I moved my hands in front of my shorts.

Still laughing, even harder now, Haley turned to Bella and said, "I know this is just a preview, but yeah. This sure makes me want to finish the job right here, right now."

What? No way! They were going to strip off my shorts right here, right now? Absolutely not. I didn't have a plan, but I sure didn't want them to see me naked. No way. But I just stood there, absolutely still, just hoping somehow that the moment would pass.

Haley came closer again and started walking around me, tracing her finger on my body, starting up by my chest and working down to my waist.

"What do you think, Jimmy," she said in her angelic voice. "Should we finish the job here and now?" Her finger was now curled inside the front of my shorts. "After all," she went on, "it would be awfully easy. I mean, look at these shorts you're wearing." She pulled back at the elastic just a bit. "I mean, it's just this elastic waistband. No belt buckle to deal with. No buttons to undo. Not zipper to mess with. Yup. Just with one quick movement," and she pantomimed with both hands pulling my shorts down to my ankles, "you'd be just in your underwear. That would be quite a sight. Or even, I suppose if I did it right..." And she curled her right index finger inside the waistband of both my shorts and my underwear. I felt her finger against my hip. It felt soft and warm on my skin. But it also made me shiver. She continued, "I suppose if I did it right, I could get your shorts and your underwear down to your ankles all in one move." Then she moved right in front of me, both of her index fingers now wiggling inside my shorts and underwear. "What do you think, Jimmy. Should we do that? Do you think? Do you want me to do that? Right here and right now?" It was more than I knew how to deal with.

"I'd rather you didn't," was the best I could come up with. But then I had an idea. "Besides," I said with a little tremble in my voice, "I thought you were going to come over to my house and do it." I couldn't believe those words came out of me. But it was all I could do under pressure. I thought maybe if I reminded her that they were saying they were going to do it at my house, then she wouldn't want to do it right here. And maybe by then I could figure out a way to get out of the whole thing.

She smiled at me and then at Bella. "You know, Bella, he's right. We were going to go over to his house and do it."

Bella took a step forward and put her hands on her hips. "Do what, Haley?"

Then, with her index fingers still wiggling and teasing inside the waistband of my underwear, Haley said to me, "That's right. Do what, Jimmy. What did you say we were going to come over to your house and do? What was it?"

How was this happening?

"Um, you know. What you've been saying. That you were going to do it at my house."

She curled a few more fingers inside my underwear, like she was getting a better grip. I had to decide. Would I move my hands away from my front and let them see that I was hard? Or would I move my hands to keep her from pulling down my shorts... if that's what she tried to do. It was an impossible decision. I decided not to move. My hands in front would at least keep them from coming all the way down. And I couldn't bear the thought of them knowing for sure that I was hard. That was the worst of all. So I stayed firm.

By now, they were both right in my face. "Tell us, Jimmy. What are we going to do at your house?" Bella demanded.

I swallowed. "Um, you said you were going to st... strip me..." my voice trailing off.

They smiled these horrible grins. I'll never forget it. To make me say it in my own voice? Out loud? Like I was inviting them over? I had this huge pit in my stomach, and if I wasn't so nervous, I probably would have been crying. And yet, through it all, I was somehow harder than I'd ever been. I didn't really understand why.

Haley suddenly took her fingers out of the top of my shorts and stepped back a bit. Thankfully. Maybe it was over.

"That's fine, Jimmy. We'll be happy to accept your invitation."

"What invitation?"

"Like you said. You said you wanted us to come over to your house to strip you."

"That's not what I said!"

"Hmm. It sounded like that to me. Didn't it sound like that to you, Bella?"

"It sure did, Haley."

They were so pleased with themselves. If I could have beat them up and left them there, I would have. But I was outnumbered, intimidated, and way too humiliated.

Bella then asked, once more, "So what do you want, Jimmy? Your shirt or your backpack?"

I hesitated.

Then Haley added, "Hey, you're lucky. We could be making you choose between your shorts and your backpack. I think you're getting off easy."

Bella smiled. "I like that idea. Let's trade his shirt for his shorts!" And they stepped toward me, arms outstretched. So I spoke up before it got any worse. "My backpack! I'll take my backpack!" Nobody would be home anyway, so I wouldn't have to explain anything. I didn't wait. I just grabbed my backpack off the ground and ran home.

As I ran away, I heard them laughing, calling after me, "Thanks for the preview! We can't wait to come over and strip you sometime! And it won't just be your shirt! We promise!"

Holy hell!
What a great tease!
I love that Jimmy got hard!
And they were so close to seeing everything!
This is going fantastic!
As embarrassing as it’s going to be, at least if Jimmy is hard, that might be better…
or not
Can’t wait for more!

NudeBaG wrote: Fri Sep 19, 2025 9:21 pm Holy hell!
What a great tease!
I love that Jimmy got hard!
And they were so close to seeing everything!
This is going fantastic!
As embarrassing as it’s going to be, at least if Jimmy is hard, that might be better…
or not
Can’t wait for more!

Thanks! And yes, they will see everything.

Very well written chapters. The teasing and dialogue realistic and believable.
Well done. Can't wait for next update.

Hoping for Chapter 3 today

Thanks. It won't be today, though. I'm working on it now, but it's got a lot of detail. It might be a few days before I can post it. Hopefully it's worth the wait.