The Storm
Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2026 9:52 am
The Storm - Part 1
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 1 (reluctant exhibitionism, natural disaster)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Natural disasters can occur at any time in any place. One such disaster caused me to end up being reluctantly interviewed in the midst of this catastrophe while I was naked by a TV reporter for a local television station as I desperately tried to cover myself. The whole town saw my embarrassment and there was nothing I could do about it at the time. And this was only the start of a chain of events that led to my increasing exposure to others. This is my story. For those of you who don’t believe such things could ever happen, I posted a link to a video in a later chapter but it would make more sense if you would read the story first.
I live in the flatlands of what is commonly known as tornado alley. The area is fairly rural with houses far and few between, which is probably one of the reasons we’ve not had more damage over the years. I live with my mom in a small wood-frame house on the edge of a rather large farm. I attend the local high school where I have many friends. I do fairly well at school, even if I was a city girl who was new to rural life.
On the Saturday this all happened I was watching one my favorite videos trying to entertain myself as my mom was at work in our small town about 10 miles from where we live. I happened to notice that the sky was getting dark outside and I heard the rumbling of thunder in the distance. It had been unseasonably warm and spring storms often come upon us fairly rapidly so I didn’t think anything of it. After finishing my video I decided to grab a quick shower before the lightening took out the well pump or caused the electricity to go off. I was supposed to meet some of my girlfriends later that night and I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I stripped off my clothes in the laundry room and headed for the shower.
Even in the shower as I continued to wash, I could tell that the weather was worsening and the thunder growing louder. I hurriedly applied shampoo to my hair and began vigorously scrubbing. The wind was noticeably getting stronger by the minute and I could literally hear the house straining and creaking occasionally from the sudden gusts that blew forcefully and sporadically. I had just finished rinsing my hair when I heard a sound that made me freeze in panic – the sound of what I can only describe as a runaway freight train and it was heading right toward me! My mind immediately began running in overdrive. A TORNADO! I needed to get to the cellar!
Before I could even move a muscle, the water and electricity went out and then I heard a loud CRASH!
That’s all I remember. I woke up in the dark with broken boards piled up all around me. I could move around a bit in the rubble but just barely. I had no idea how long I was out but it was apparent that I was trapped in the bathtub. I couldn’t see a thing. I tried talking to myself to calm my nerves. The worst thing I could do was panic. It was then I saw a little sliver of light peeking out between some boards. That was my way out I thought! It took me awhile but I was able to slide, move, break apart and shove things around just enough to make my way through. I didn’t have far to go before I was outside.
I stood there in a numbing stupor as I surveyed the damage. Our entire house, all our belongings were totally destroyed! Everything! Debris was scattered everywhere and stretched as far as I could see. The only thing standing, if you could call it that, was the pile of rubble that I had been trapped beneath and the remaining half of a wall holding it in place. I was lucky to be alive! I had always heard that the safest place if I couldn’t get to the cellar was a closet away from windows and stuff. I guess our tiny bathroom was better than any of the closets in the house as they were now nonexistent in the aftermath of the storm. I seemed to be unharmed, no worse for wear. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. All my pictures were gone. My laptop, my favorite videos, my precious yearbooks that contained all the witty sayings from my classmates; even my favorite jewelry – all gone! Like I said it was numbing to be sure.
I’m not sure how long I stood there under the still windy and stormy-looking low hanging clouds trying to take it all in but suddenly I became aware of the sound of an approaching vehicle. I turned around and saw what appeared to be a van literally flying up the dirt road that passed for our driveway. I wasn’t thinking too clearly yet and stared at it for a moment trying to see if I recognized who it was. It came to rest not 20 feet from where I was standing. It was then I realized that I was naked! An older man came rushing out the driver’s side and a younger man in his mid-twenties exited the passenger side wearing a headset and carrying a rather large camera. I immediately put on arm across my chest and dropped the remaining hand between my legs as they came running towards me.
“Are you alright?” The older man said frantically. I just nodded my head. There was nowhere to hide, no place to go. It was all happening so fast!
“15 seconds,” the young man said as he lifted the big camera on his shoulder and pointed it right at me!
“HEY!” I shouted. “What do you think you are doing? In case you hadn’t noticed I’m like naked here!”
“Hi, Tim Carver, evening news. In case you hadn’t noticed missy this area has been inundated by tornadoes! I’ve got to get this story out. This is news! People will want to know what’s going on.”
Damn pushy news-people; anything for a story no matter whose lives they intrude upon. Couldn’t he see that I was in shock over my loss!
“Live In 5 . . . 4 . . .”
“BUT . . . I”
“Don’t worry he’ll only do a head shot. Now hush!” the older man said forcefully and stood up straightening his posture while quickly running his fingers through his hair.
“2 . . . . 1”, the young man finished counting and pointed his finger at us as I stood there cowering.
The old man held up his microphone and began speaking in a deep, smaltzy voice, “I’m live just west of Benson township where one of the tornados has literally just moments ago totally destroyed this farm house. As you can see the house has been completely demolished. I have here standing next to me,” he continued as he put the microphone in my face, “what is your name?” I had never been on television before and I was dumbstruck.
“Katie . . . Katie Carson.” I replied nervously without thinking.
“Well Katie, can you tell us what happened?”
“Um . . . well,”
“Go on don’t be shy. What happened?”
I was so embarrassed and shivering like it was the middle of winter even though it was quite warm outside. I didn’t know what to do but with that microphone in my face the pressure was immense just to say something. “Well. I was in the bathroom taking a shower and all of a sudden . . .”
“You heard the tornado approaching,” the old man interrupted.
“Yes that’s right and . . .”
“Your house literally exploded all around you while you were taking a shower.”
Stupid inconsiderate fool! He was making me look like a child interrupting me that way on live TV! I nodded my head in agreement.
“So everything you have was destroyed. You don’t even have anything to wear right now, is that why you are naked?
Great! He just HAD to tell the whole world that I was standing there talking to him naked! Thank goodness that camera man was just getting my face. “Yes, I suppose so,” I answered nervously.
“Nobody was hurt then?”
I shook my head no and asked, “Listen, could I please have your jacket? It’s embarrassing standing out here like this.”
He gave me a dirty look and reluctantly took off his jacket but instead of wrapping it around me he unceremoniously tossed it over my head and continued with his broadcasting. I guess he did that as punishment for making him look bad on camera.
I heard him say underneath the coat, “There you have it, folks, another home destroyed in what appears to be a series of dangerous tornados throughout the county. The weather is still quite severe so please remain alert. This is Tim Carver for Action 9 News. Now back to the studio for some important updates about this dangerous storm system.”
“We’re clear,” the younger camera man said and with that my jacket was pulled from my head and the old man began putting it back on himself. What a jerk!
“You were great missy,” he said quite condescendingly. Then to his partner he said, “Right we have to go. There is another damaged house 3 miles from here. If we hurry we can make the next live shot.” In a flash they were back in the van and speeding down my driveway leaving me dazed and bitter!
The Storm - Part 2
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 2 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I was amazed that the creep had the nerve to stand next to me interviewing me on camera while I was naked like that. I had to admit though it was still pretty dangerous out. The sky hung low with turbulent-looking clouds, the air felt heavy with humidity and it looked like it could fall a flood any minute. He was right about one thing. This was the worst thing to ever happen to our township. Still I had never, EVER been seen naked by a stranger like that. It was pretty unsettling - perhaps in a good way but unsettling nonetheless. Up to that point I wasn’t exactly proud of my body, in fact I was somewhat embarrassed about it as I wasn’t as developed as other girls my age. Still, I felt my teenage hormones kicking into high gear at the very thought of what had just happened. However, there were more important things to concern myself with at the moment.
Looking around at the ruins of what used to be my home I began to wonder what I was going to do for shelter if the sky opened up again and rained. There was nothing around. No trees; no outbuildings; no place to hide really. My nearest neighbor was several miles up the road. I pondered the idea of using some scrap lumber to make something to hide under but that seemed almost impossible. I don’t know how long I was out there trying to figure out what I was going to do but I’m sure it was a fairly good amount of time. I was beginning to get a little scared when I saw another car racing up my driveway. This time I recognized the vehicle. It belonged to Tina one of my girlfriends I was supposed to meet later on. Carrie was with her.
“Oh thank heavens you are alright!” Tina exclaimed as she got out of the car. “We were worried about you. We raced right over when we heard what happened.”
“I’m fine.” I answered reassuringly. “But my house isn’t. As you can see, I lost everything!”
Carrie had a stupid smirk on her face. “You sure did look really cute on TV all naked like that.”
“Yeah, I’m glad they only showed my face. I guess that stupid announcer shouldn’t have told people I was standing there naked, huh?”
“What are you talking about showing only your face?” Carrie challenged emphatically. “You were standing there plain as day next to that announcer guy covering yourself with your arm across your boobs and your hand fingering your pussy . . . we saw EVERYTHING!”
“I WAS NOT!”
Tina nodded her head. “Afraid so Katie, they had all of you in the picture, not just your face. I guess they thought it would grab people’s attention and make them feel sorry for you or something; human interest and all of that.”
“Yeah, can’t wait to hear all the comments from the boys at school on Monday,” Carrie echoed.
“IF there’s still a school house,” Tina added. “We’d better get going. It’s not safe out here.”
“You mean to tell me that bastard put my naked body on TV? You actually SAW that? They can’t DO that can they?”
“Yep,” Carrie teased. “Pretty cute too I might add! Of course, all the naughty bits were covered by your hands, which is why I guess they can get away with it. You only slipped once or maybe twice, but only for a second or two.”
“OH MY GAWD!”
“Calm down. Like I said it’s not safe out here. We’ve got to get going. We are still under a tornado warning and there are storms all around us.” Tina said. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’ve got to check on Sherry. Her place is right in the path of that storm. I need to be sure she’s okay.”
“I can’t go with you like this! Have you guys got anything I can wear?”
“Uh, that would be a NO. Does it look like I can take anything off and give it to you?” Carrie was right. Both girls were wearing only tank tops and shorts.
“Stop being so self-centered,” Tina barked. “Sherry may be in trouble.”
“Besides, half the town has already seen you naked on TV remember.” Carrie added with a smirk.
It then started to rain heavily again. Tina ran and got in the driver’s side of her old two-seater convertible Jeep. There was a huge wooden box in the back compartment. The vehicle had open sides and a tattered cloth top which she had up because of the storms. Carrie got in the passenger’s side.
“Hey where am I supposed to sit?” I said getting rather wet from the rain.
“You can sit on my lap,” Carrie teased. “I promise not to bite.”
It was against my better judgment but I really didn’t want to stay out here all alone so I climbed in and sat on Carrie’s lap. “Oooooo, soft butt,” she teased as I plopped down on her legs. Sitting that way I was elevated above the vehicle’s seat and clearly visible from the open sides. I felt quite exposed. Still, we were in the middle of a disaster after all so I had little choice.
As we drove along, the breeze on my open flesh made the nipples on my small boobs harden which amused Carrie to no end. She had her arms around my waist acting sort of as a seatbelt so I wouldn’t fall out. Every now and then she would playfully squeeze my belly. Her arms would sometimes ride high up against my boobs as we hit a bump, which was understandable but what bothered me is that she usually left them there pressing against my sensitive boobs for several minutes after the bump before moving them back again.
The sky was growing blacker and more ominous as we drove toward our destination. Finally, we turned into her driveway and came to an abrupt stop. From what I could see her house was undamaged. I was soon unceremoniously dumped off Carrie’s lap as both girls hurried to check on Sherry. Carrie grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, let’s be sure she’s okay. We may need your help.” I was then reluctantly dragged naked across her front yard towards her front door.
The moment we reached the door it opened. Sherry answered the door and didn’t waste any time acknowledging my state of undress. “Hi Katie, saw you on TV. That must have been embarrassing knowing everyone was seeing you as you tried to cover yourself. You looked really cute, by the way. I could even see you blushing standing there all naked trying to cover up.”
“You mean, they really did show ALL OF ME naked? They said they were only going to show my face!”
“Yeah, I was like totally shocked seeing you there that way but I can understand why after what happened to your house. I’m just glad you are okay. We saw the weather report and it’s going to get worse. You’d better come in.”
She had no sooner said that than a voice from inside called out. “Who’s at the door?”
“It’s Katie,” Sherry answered over her shoulder.
“The NAKED Girl?!”
Sherry was soon joined at the door by her younger brother. His eyes were huge as he took in my body. I desperately tried to cover myself but I’m sure it did little to dampen his excitement. There was no way I was staying in that house with HIM there.
Tina spoke up quickly. “Thanks all the same but we have to go.” Once again, I was dragged across the yard and resumed my place on Carrie’s lap and we were off.
“Where are we going now? It’s looking really bad out here and the wind is really picking up again.”
“Let’s go see if we can find your mom, Katie,” Tina said. “If she heard about your house, she’ll be really worried.”
“Okay,” was all I could mutter. As we drove along, I realized that the road we were on headed straight into town. In another ten miles we’d be in the business district. “I can’t go into town. I’m naked!” I pleaded. “Can’t we just stop?”
Just then it started to hail. Small dense ice balls were bouncing everywhere, pinging unmercifully at the cloth top of Tina’s jeep. “Well, we can’t stay out here!” she said frantically. “You know what they say, where there’s hail there’s a tornado nearby.” She was right. We needed to get to shelter somewhere. She picked speed and continued towards town.
Soon we were driving right down Main Street of our small town. We had driven out of the hail storm but the wind was very gusty and it looked like the rain would start again at any minute. A few cars were on the road and I got strange looks as they passed us by. I guess it’s not every day they got to see a naked coed driving down the street sitting on someone’s lap. I was still trying to cover myself as best I could. Tina pulled into a parking space outside Johnston’s Restaurant where my mom works. It appeared pretty empty from the outside. Once again, I was dragged out of the seat by Carrie who had a death grip on my hand as if she was As the three of us were walking towards the main building, I could feel the stares, and hear the clicks of the camera phones of the many clothed people around us, as I mostly looked down. Their stares were penetrating both my flesh and my psyche, as we walked on. "Intimidating" is not a big enough word to describe how those stares felt. "YUP" Intimidated and Humiliated, that's how I was feeling. Tina and Jill's presence kept everyone at bay, as we walked to the front doors of the main campus building. I of course, was still completely naked and exposed to all those around.
We entered the doors to the college campus' main building. Just moments before, I was thinking I might have a quick and easy scamper to the security of the third floor art classrooms, and my clothes. It was not to be. As we entered the main hallway of the building, I walked into an flurry of flashes and clicks from the phones of the crowd that had assembled in the hallway. Many I'm sure were getting their class schedules and such for the upcoming school year, but there were also many who only came to get some last minute photos of the girl who dared to be 'The Only One Naked' at the college's 'Welcoming Event'. It was during this 'Paparazzi' like experience, that I was approached by a reporter from the local news paper of the small college town.
After going to school there for the last year, I knew everyone in town read that paper. It was everywhere you went. Every store, restaurant, laundry mat and gas station. Everywhere! In fact, I read it often! It also had an editorial segment that was famous for it's attempt to embarrass any of the locals who may not agree with the paper's owner, on a variety of issues. Professors Sullivan and Turner knew the woman and remained by my side as a show of support, but I was falling apart emotionally. As I was about to crumble from the weight of the exposure and humiliation, Tina stepped in front of the woman, then sarcastically stated, "Hello Susan. Scoops coming hard for you these days? I believe we have a college newspaper. There's no story here".
The woman was set back, but only for a moment. She then replied, "Hello Tina. There's a naked college student standing behind you. It may not be a story worth writing about, so let's just call it my own personal curiosity", with an obstinate expression on her face. Even with the teachers and Tina around me, I knew I was doomed to be even more shamed and debased in public, by the woman. Holding back my tears, I searched for Nicole in the crowd, hoping she would rush to my rescue with my robe. She was nowhere in sight.
Susan forced her way passed Tina, then stood in front of my naked frame. As she looked me over, (Camera crew in tow) I kept repeating in my head, "Karen. You are a professional Life Model. If there was ever a time to act like one, it is now!", as the urge to cover my shame, and run away was becoming more and more acute. "So.....You're Karen", Susan said, in a ridiculing tone. "You are aware you are naked, right?", she asked. Somehow, I summoned my inner fortitude once again, and replied, "I have been life modeling for an art class. How my robe was misplaced, I can not tell you. So if you'll excuse me, I am going to return to the art studio upstairs". as I walked passed her, then down the hallway through the crowd, to the staircase at the end.
The crowd that had gathered in the main hallway was so large, it was impossible to make my way through without brushing against the fabric of their clothing. The contact with the many types of clothing materials against by naked flesh, along with the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet, was a constant reminder of my public nudity and shame. Many in the crowd were questioning me from up close about my public exposure, as I attempted to get passed them without responding.
One male college student whispered in my ear, as I tried to make my way passed him, to the doors leading to the stairs, which were still at least forty feet away. "I bet your pussy is sweet and oh so very tasty. There's nothing like a clean shaven mound", he said, as he looked right into my eyes. My heart beat seemed to stop and I began to blush, as I could feel the burning of my 'Beet Red' skin, brought on by the utter shame and humiliation. For a split second, I found myself unable to break my eyes from his gaze. Tina, along with Professors Sullivan and Turner, help me force my way passed him, as Tina said, "Time's up Romeo". We then made it to the stairway doors and up to the safety of the third floor art classroom.
There were a few people scattered on the staircase, along with some on the third floor, most taking impromptu pictures of me in my nakedness. I entered the art classroom to find a laughing Nicole, holding out my robe, while saying, "I guess you won't need this anymore". I was completely aroused and my pussy was soaking wet from my encounter with the male college student only moments before, I couldn't stay mad at her. The walk from the outdoor posing area to the classroom might have been the ultimate in shame and humiliation, but it was also invigorating, if not intoxicating.
I put my clothes on and attempted to relax in the company Nicole, Tina and Professors Sullivan and Turner. Professor Akers had already returned, and was in the adjacent classroom, preparing for next week's art classes. I borrowed Nicole's baseball cap and sunglasses, as we headed down to the first floor, on our way to my uncle's condo. Tina and the two professors had left a few minutes earlier. Tina had my assurance that I would pose nude in some undisclosed locations for her seniors photography class, while Professor Turner had gotten me to agree to take an hour long psychology class, in the nude, so she could document the students reactions, which might lead to others during the year.
Nicole's attempt at revenge for my actions on the beach, so many years ago when we were just kids, had led to an abundance of well paying job opportunities, that would make my college life financially more secure, even if I was going to be naked most of the time. I had no idea how I would be treated by the other students, once classes began next week, but was unable to deny I was turned on by being the 'Only One Naked' in a group of clothed people. It would be only a short time until I found out how I would be received by all of those who had seen me naked, and taken photos of me, at my most vulnerable.
THE ENDworried, I was going to get blown away by the wind or something. I couldn’t believe I was stark naked in broad daylight right in the center of town! I yanked back on Carrie’s hand in protest. I just wanted to wait in the Jeep. There was no need for me to go inside and embarrass myself further. Just then a brilliant streak of lightening illuminated the sky and an almost instantaneous deafening clap of thunder made me jump a foot off the ground. No one needed to convince me I was safer inside after that!
The Storm - Part 3
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 3 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
The little bell on the restaurant’s glass door clanged as we entered. Two men were sitting on stools at the lunch counter turned around to see who was entering. Both grinned when they saw me but said nothing. They just stared. Then I looked up and saw Patrick, a boy I knew from school looking at me with his mouth open.
I clutched my arm tighter across my chest and spoke up. “Patrick, Is my mom here? I’ve got to find her.”
“Gee, Katie I don’t know. She WAS here but I’ve been busy. I don’t exactly know.”
Just then Ron, another classmate came out and almost dropped the plates he was carrying when he spotted me. “Hi, Katie . . . what’s going on?”
“We’re looking for Katie’s mom,” Tina explained. “Her house got destroyed by a tornado. Is Mr. Johnston about? He’d know where she is.”
Both boys as well as the two men at the counter kept looking at me. “WILL SOMEONE GO AND GET MR. JOHNSTON PLEASE!” I finally shouted impatiently.
“Uh sure, Katie . . .’”
Just then Mr. Johnston came out from the kitchen. “What’s going on . . . oh Katie, you’re okay! What a relief! Your mom is worried sick about you. She heard from a customer that your house got destroyed in the storm.”
“I need to find her. Is she here?”
“Sorry Katie, when our power went out I think she went across the street to Fred’s Drug Store to see if she could learn something on TV. They have a generator you know.”
“Thanks Mr. Johnston,” I said and ran out the door to find my mom. Tina and Carrie were right on my heels.
I had to dodge a couple of cars crossing the street, one of them honked at me. Once inside the Drug store I was greeted by several more of my classmates who had huddled around the store’s television watching the weather bulletins. “Hi Katie,” Andrea said with a huge smile on her face. Her rather loud pronouncement caused all the rest to turn away from the screen and look at me. They too were smiling widely. “Saw you on TV a while ago. You looked great,” she added with a giggle. “
“Are you Okay?” another boy asked trying to stifle a laugh.
Standing there naked in front of my peers, albeit doing my best to cover myself, was very humiliating. I had no choice and I was emboldened a bit by finding out that my mom was worried about me. I had to find her. “Have you seen my mom?”
“Um I think she might have gone to the school auditorium. The TV guy said people who need shelter are asked to gather there.”
“Thanks,” I said and turned to leave but my so-called friends Carrie and Tina where busy chatting away with their friends.
“Come on,” I said impatiently. “I have to find my mom.”
“Okay, Okay, keep your shirt on,” Carrie smirked, “Oh yeah . . . you don’t have one, do you?” Her comment caused everyone in the store to laugh.
I gave them both a dirty look. I grabbed hold of Tina’s hand and tried to pull her along. When I heard laughter I realized that I had made a HUGE mistake. Dropping the arm that I had across my chest to grab hold of Tina, meant that my small boobs were now totally exposed to the group. I tried to yank my hand back away from Tina but she realized what was going on and held it fast. There was no way I was going to remove my other hand from between my legs and give everyone a free look down there too by trying to break away, so I was pretty much at her mercy. “Bye guys,” she said playfully and stood there waving at them as they waved back deliberately prolonging my exposure. She kept a firm grip on my hand, so hard in fact that I couldn’t pull away no matter how hard I tried as she slowly made her rounds throughout the store telling everyone what had happened to me, about how I had lost my house while I was in the shower and how we were looking for my mom to let her know we were okay. Young, old, male, female, it didn’t matter. Tina had to search out and find every last person in the place. I wanted to desperately break free and yell at her but I didn’t want to make a scene because everyone we met seemed so empathetic and so concerned and I didn’t want to act like a child and disrespect them. After all these people were all neighbors and friends.
Satisfied that she had shown me to everyone she could we headed for the exit. Once outside, Tina gave me a wicked smile and said, “I think we’ll walk the rest of the way. It’s only a few blocks or so. That way if your mom is in one of the stores looking out she might see you. If we drove, she might miss seeing you.” She wasn’t fooling me. As reasonable as her excuse sounded I knew the only reason she wanted to walk was so that she could show me off!
“BUT TINA,” I protested.
Before I could say anything else, Carrie quickly grabbed my other hand and pulled it away from my crotch as I was distracted by yelling at Tina. “Don’t worry, Katie. We’re here for you. We won’t let anything happen to you. And we’ll help you find your mom too.
Down the sidewalk we went. The girls took me into every store and showed me off to everyone that happened to be there as they held onto my hands and explained my situation. I couldn’t cover myself if I had wanted to. Only once did a lady make any effort to try to find something to clothe me with. When she made the offer, Tina quickly said that there was no time and that we had to go, then the two of them dragged me back out into the street again. The girls were taking great pleasure in my embarrassment. If it wasn’t for that storm and the chaos it wrought they would never had gotten away with it.
We finally made it to the school auditorium and I finally thought my ordeal was going to end. Surely my mom was inside and she’d take care of me.
Upon entering the double doors, I was startled to see how many of my classmates were there setting things up. Mrs. Thompson, one of my teachers was busy barking directions a mile a minute barely stopping to take a breath. “Allen we need more chairs, Tim you help Allen. Scott, try and set up some tables along the back wall there, that’s right, yes, put them there. Thank you. Oh for Pete’s sakes Tom I told you to keep things away from the exit doors. We can’t block the exits” She barely looked up from her work, “Oh Hi Katie, glad to see you are all right.” She then went right back to shouting orders. It was as if my nudity didn’t mean a thing. “Allen, line those chairs up along that wall behind you, there’s a good boy.”
How could she let me stand there naked like that? Why didn’t she immediately make a fuss and get me covered up? The only thing I could think of was that she was so distracted by the urgency of the severe weather that she had other priorities that required her immediate attention.. Since she seemed to be in charge and she wasn’t making a big deal out of my nakedness, I guess none of the others present felt it necessary to do so either. It was a perfect example of the group disaster mentality I guess. There were other urgencies that took precedence over some girl who was standing naked in a disoriented and fearful crowd. That didn’t help make me feel any better however and it seemed to give my friends license to take advantage of the situation.
Mrs. Thompson may not have paid me much attention but my classmates sure did. EVERYONE was staring at me as Tina and Carrie held my arms at my sides trying to look like they were consoling me.
The Storm - Part 4
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 4 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I was immediately surrounded by those who weren’t working. People were behind me, on my sides, in front of me – everyone getting a good look at this poor unfortunate girl who had lost everything. Tina did her best to explain what had happened and asked their help in finding my mom. On the outside everyone was expressing such support and concern but I could tell that on the inside they were all snickering at my situation. I could see it in their eyes and in the expressions on their faces! It didn’t matter what words came out of their mouths. I knew what they were really thinking, “Poor Katie, all naked showing off her small boobies.” Or “I’d be ashamed to have a body like that and display it so boldly to everyone! Poor little Katie.”
The group followed me around the auditorium trying to “help” me find my mom among the crowd of people. Naturally that meant that everyone there got a good look at me. By the time we made it back to Mrs. Thompson, I realized that my mom wasn’t there in the auditorium.
Mrs. Thompson finally calmed down enough to take stock of my situation and my nudity. She smiled a gentle smile and said, “Sorry about your house, Katie. I saw it on TV. “She then gave me a brief half-hearted hug and yelled out, “Allen, go see if you can find a blanket for Katie here. Quickly man, you can move faster than that.”
“Yes, Mrs. Thompson.”
He took off to the backstage area and was gone for several minutes as I stood there near the main entrance door. People were straggling in all the time. As each new person entered, I received a glance followed by a knowing nod of the head, and then they went to find a place to sit and wait out the storm. It was as if they all knew my story from watching it on TV. Like watching a car accident, everyone wants to look at the tragedy but no one really wants to get involved and help!
Allen eventually came back running up to my teacher. “Sorry, Mrs. Thompson, I couldn’t find a blanket. Will this towel do?”
She thanked him and gave the towel to me. I was never so thankful for something so simple as a towel. I wrapped it around me as best I could. It was small but covered the essentials. I was still showing the tops of my boobs and the bottom of the towel allowed by nether lips to show if I moved, but at least I was covered. Tina seemed quite displeased that her fun had come to an end.
We decided the best course of action was to take me back to my home because surely that would be the next place my mom would make her way to,
Then the three of us headed out the exit and towards Tina’s Jeep. The weather was still treacherous and there was a slight drizzle. As I was about to climb back in the vehicle and sit on Carrie’s lap, a huge gust of wind came along almost knocking me off my feet. I managed to keep my balance but was not fast enough to hold onto my towel and it flew off down the street before I could react to catch it.
Once again I was naked and riding with the girls but at least I was headed out of town.
Upon reaching our property I spotted my mom’s vehicle. I couldn’t wait to get to her and give her a hug. It was an emotional reunion and she was ever so glad that I was okay. She never said a word about my nudity. She just smiled.
Then she dropped the bombshell. “Katie, I want you to go home with Carrie and stay with them for a while until I can sort things out. I’ll feel better knowing that you are being well looked after. I’ve already spoken to Carrie’s mother and she’s agreed.”
“BUT, MOM . . . !”
She had no idea what she was asking me to do or what Carrie had just put me through!
Carrie just smiled and told my mom she’d be glad to look after me. She even told her that she’d find some things for me to wear until things got back to normal. Yeah, I could just imagine what she’d pick out for me too!
I was led to Tina’s Jeep and reluctantly climbed inside and soon we were driving along, Once again I was at the hands of these two and heaven only knows how many more people would see me before this ordeal was over!
(Author’s note: we pause now to provide the link to the video that inspired this whimsical story.) The link can be found below. When first saw this video I wondered what it would be like if someone was indeed a real victim of circumstances not of their own making like the woman in the video. BTW, the star in the video may look rather young but she is an adult and a well-known European entertainer, song-writer and singer. She is also known for her crazy antics as a regular guest on the TV magazine in the clip attached.
The Storm - Part 5
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 5 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
So off we went down the road with me naked sitting on Carrie’s lap once again with Tina at the wheel. I had nothing left of my own. My clothes, my house, even my treasures of the past were all destroyed in the storm and it wasn’t over yet. As the sky continued to unleash its menacing wind and rain I was totally at the mercy of these two so called friends who up to now, under the guise of “helping me,” had literally exposed me to many of my classmates and townsfolk. My own mother added to my situation by insisting that I stay with Carrie until she could sort things out. I was trapped.
I was lost in my own thoughts it hadn’t occurred to me to pay attention to what was happening. Tina had left the small rural roads of my little town and was driving east on the main highway headed out of town!
“Tina, What the . . . where in the hell are you going?”
“To Carrie’s house,” she answered with an obvious smile.
“This isn’t the way to Carrie’s place! Turn this car around!”
“Calm down,” Tina said reassuringly. “After all that’s happened today I have to check on my brother. It won’t take long. As soon as I know he’s okay we’ll head right back to Carrie’s house, I promise.”
Tina’s brother was a senior at our school and quite a hunk. He was the last person I wanted to have see me this way. “Tina, where is he? Why isn’t he at your house? Where are you taking me?”
“He was camping up at Miller’s Cove. Can you imagine what might have happened to him being out in the woods with just a tent for shelter in this storm? I just HAVE to check on him. Stop being so selfish! We helped you find your mom now just you be patient while I check on my family.”
She was right. What was I thinking? If her brother really was stuck out in the woods in this mess he really might need help. I began to feel guilty about worrying about my pitiful little problem of my lack of clothes when he could be lying out there hurt . . . or maybe worse.
We passed a few large tractor-trailer trucks on the highway and many of the drivers looked at us as we passed. Carrie waved at them all drawing unwanted attention in our direction. Of course they all waved back too. Miller’s Cove was about 15 miles from town which meant that we had to travel quite a ways on this highway just to get to the turnoff. I was getting farther and farther away from the safety of my little town and I didn’t like it one little bit!
Tina eventually turned off the highway and onto the small gravel road that led to Miller’s Cove. When we arrived at a clearing I saw several tents all scattered around and camping gear was everywhere – some hanging from tree branches, other items strewn into bushes or crushed under some large tree branches that had fallen. “ERIC!” I heard Tina calling frantically. “ERIC, WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Not a sound was heard.
“Oh my god, Tina,” Carrie said anxiously, “Do you think . . .”
Just then we all heard the rustling sound of some brush, then the unmistakable sound of footsteps. “ERIC, IS THAT YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?”
“Calm down sis, I’m fine.” Came a male voice from somewhere out in the brush. “We’ll be out in a minute. It’s a tangled mess back here.”
“WE’LL be out in a minute . . . WE?” I shouted to myself. Who else was out there, I wondered and instinctively put my arms over my body.
The girls got out of the jeep, Carrie dragging me outside too along with her. The girls were eagerly looking around to see if they could spot Tina’s brother as we stood in front of the vehicle in the woods. Carrie grabbed a hold of my right arm and said, “Come on, maybe he needs help.” Tina, not missing a beat grabbed my other arm, and like in the school auditorium, we slowly inched our way toward the underbrush about 20 yards away in the last known direction of Eric’s voice. Once again I couldn’t cover myself. Perhaps they were just nervous as to what they might find out and whether Eric might be injured. They both certainly were squeezing my hands like they were scared to death. I think, though, that they just wanted to make sure I would be exposed when he did appear.
Suddenly, the silence was broken and we heard more brush rustling and branches snapping. “Won’t be long now,” Eric said loudly from deep within the woods. Another loud crack and, “Damn it, that Hurt!”
“Are you Okay? Do you need help?” Tina yelled back in a panic.
“No, I’m fine. Sorry for cussing. That stupid branch wacked my finger when it snapped, be there, soon, hold on, just one more . . .” Then we heard another loud snap of a branch breaking and then we saw him emerge from the brush.
“Oh thank god you’re all right!”
Eric waved his sister off and turned around waving his arm forward. “Come on guys, right through here.”
Before I could even gasp in fright, I saw 5 teen boys in scout uniforms making their way through the brush. “WHOA!” said one when he finally spotted me standing there with no clothes on. “That girl is nekkid!”
Eric looked up from holding back the brush so his charges could get through and looked me over smiling. “What’s going on?” he said trying not to laugh.
“There are tornadoes everywhere. Katie was in the shower when one like totally destroyed her house. She’s lucky to be alive! She lost everything! We immediately came out here looking for you. There wasn’t time to get her dressed. I’m just glad you are okay.”
Tina’s brother came over and gently touched my shoulder as the girls still held my arms fast. “I’m sorry, Katie, I really am. That must have been horrible.” He then turned to his giggling scouts who were taking great delight at pointing at me and snickering as young boys often do at girls. Eric assumed his scoutmaster role and took charge. “All right guys, settle down. We are all MATURE scouts here in the middle of a disaster. We aren’t of the woods yet and we could easily still be in great danger. Now put the laughter on hold and let’s all act professional, here. Katie could have been killed back there.”
“Yes, sir,” they all said almost in unison and, although they never completely stopped giggling, they did stop pointing and were at least making an effort not to laugh, which was something I suppose.
Tina relayed to her brother everything that had happened in town and the fact that the TV said the storms were still around and the weather was still quite dangerous. Of course she just HAD to tell him about my naked TV interview as Eric looked at me the whole time as if he was trying to mentally picture that reporter standing right next to me with a microphone in my face as I tried to cover myself.
“Right,” he finally said as he snapped out of his daydream. “The first thing we’ve got to do is get these boys back to town. Their parents must be worried sick.”
“They are asking everyone to meet at the school auditorium. Maybe that’s where we should take them. Problem is I can’t take everyone all in one trip. My Jeep is too small.”
“Hmmmm,” Eric said as he studied the problem. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll ride back with you sis and two of the boys can sit on my lap. Since Katie is naked . . .” His comment brought about more giggling from the scouts. “I said . . .” Eric continued as he gave his charges a stern look, “Since Katie is still naked, she and Carrie can stay here with the other three and we’ll come back for them later. That way she won’t have to ride back into town exposing herself unnecessarily.”
“I’m not staying here in the woods with three young . . .”
“Would you rather the boys sit on your lap as you ride into town? That’s fine too. You go and I’ll stay behind and keep them out of trouble.”
I hadn’t thought about that. “No, on second thought your plan is sensible. I’ll stay. You go.”
Okay, guys, two of you, Fred and Josh, you are the youngest, front and center.”
Eric got into the passenger seat and helped the two scouts on his lap. Tina let go of my hand and I put it immediately between my legs as she got in the vehicle and started it up. “Be back in about a half an hour,” Tina said as she scratched her tires as she sped off down the road. In a flash they were out of sight. Leaving me naked, still in the grasp of Carrie with three leering scouts who were giggling in earnest now that their scoutmaster was gone.
I looked over at Carrie and she had this evil grin on her face.
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 1 (reluctant exhibitionism, natural disaster)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
Natural disasters can occur at any time in any place. One such disaster caused me to end up being reluctantly interviewed in the midst of this catastrophe while I was naked by a TV reporter for a local television station as I desperately tried to cover myself. The whole town saw my embarrassment and there was nothing I could do about it at the time. And this was only the start of a chain of events that led to my increasing exposure to others. This is my story. For those of you who don’t believe such things could ever happen, I posted a link to a video in a later chapter but it would make more sense if you would read the story first.
I live in the flatlands of what is commonly known as tornado alley. The area is fairly rural with houses far and few between, which is probably one of the reasons we’ve not had more damage over the years. I live with my mom in a small wood-frame house on the edge of a rather large farm. I attend the local high school where I have many friends. I do fairly well at school, even if I was a city girl who was new to rural life.
On the Saturday this all happened I was watching one my favorite videos trying to entertain myself as my mom was at work in our small town about 10 miles from where we live. I happened to notice that the sky was getting dark outside and I heard the rumbling of thunder in the distance. It had been unseasonably warm and spring storms often come upon us fairly rapidly so I didn’t think anything of it. After finishing my video I decided to grab a quick shower before the lightening took out the well pump or caused the electricity to go off. I was supposed to meet some of my girlfriends later that night and I didn’t want to leave anything to chance. I stripped off my clothes in the laundry room and headed for the shower.
Even in the shower as I continued to wash, I could tell that the weather was worsening and the thunder growing louder. I hurriedly applied shampoo to my hair and began vigorously scrubbing. The wind was noticeably getting stronger by the minute and I could literally hear the house straining and creaking occasionally from the sudden gusts that blew forcefully and sporadically. I had just finished rinsing my hair when I heard a sound that made me freeze in panic – the sound of what I can only describe as a runaway freight train and it was heading right toward me! My mind immediately began running in overdrive. A TORNADO! I needed to get to the cellar!
Before I could even move a muscle, the water and electricity went out and then I heard a loud CRASH!
That’s all I remember. I woke up in the dark with broken boards piled up all around me. I could move around a bit in the rubble but just barely. I had no idea how long I was out but it was apparent that I was trapped in the bathtub. I couldn’t see a thing. I tried talking to myself to calm my nerves. The worst thing I could do was panic. It was then I saw a little sliver of light peeking out between some boards. That was my way out I thought! It took me awhile but I was able to slide, move, break apart and shove things around just enough to make my way through. I didn’t have far to go before I was outside.
I stood there in a numbing stupor as I surveyed the damage. Our entire house, all our belongings were totally destroyed! Everything! Debris was scattered everywhere and stretched as far as I could see. The only thing standing, if you could call it that, was the pile of rubble that I had been trapped beneath and the remaining half of a wall holding it in place. I was lucky to be alive! I had always heard that the safest place if I couldn’t get to the cellar was a closet away from windows and stuff. I guess our tiny bathroom was better than any of the closets in the house as they were now nonexistent in the aftermath of the storm. I seemed to be unharmed, no worse for wear. All sorts of thoughts ran through my mind. All my pictures were gone. My laptop, my favorite videos, my precious yearbooks that contained all the witty sayings from my classmates; even my favorite jewelry – all gone! Like I said it was numbing to be sure.
I’m not sure how long I stood there under the still windy and stormy-looking low hanging clouds trying to take it all in but suddenly I became aware of the sound of an approaching vehicle. I turned around and saw what appeared to be a van literally flying up the dirt road that passed for our driveway. I wasn’t thinking too clearly yet and stared at it for a moment trying to see if I recognized who it was. It came to rest not 20 feet from where I was standing. It was then I realized that I was naked! An older man came rushing out the driver’s side and a younger man in his mid-twenties exited the passenger side wearing a headset and carrying a rather large camera. I immediately put on arm across my chest and dropped the remaining hand between my legs as they came running towards me.
“Are you alright?” The older man said frantically. I just nodded my head. There was nowhere to hide, no place to go. It was all happening so fast!
“15 seconds,” the young man said as he lifted the big camera on his shoulder and pointed it right at me!
“HEY!” I shouted. “What do you think you are doing? In case you hadn’t noticed I’m like naked here!”
“Hi, Tim Carver, evening news. In case you hadn’t noticed missy this area has been inundated by tornadoes! I’ve got to get this story out. This is news! People will want to know what’s going on.”
Damn pushy news-people; anything for a story no matter whose lives they intrude upon. Couldn’t he see that I was in shock over my loss!
“Live In 5 . . . 4 . . .”
“BUT . . . I”
“Don’t worry he’ll only do a head shot. Now hush!” the older man said forcefully and stood up straightening his posture while quickly running his fingers through his hair.
“2 . . . . 1”, the young man finished counting and pointed his finger at us as I stood there cowering.
The old man held up his microphone and began speaking in a deep, smaltzy voice, “I’m live just west of Benson township where one of the tornados has literally just moments ago totally destroyed this farm house. As you can see the house has been completely demolished. I have here standing next to me,” he continued as he put the microphone in my face, “what is your name?” I had never been on television before and I was dumbstruck.
“Katie . . . Katie Carson.” I replied nervously without thinking.
“Well Katie, can you tell us what happened?”
“Um . . . well,”
“Go on don’t be shy. What happened?”
I was so embarrassed and shivering like it was the middle of winter even though it was quite warm outside. I didn’t know what to do but with that microphone in my face the pressure was immense just to say something. “Well. I was in the bathroom taking a shower and all of a sudden . . .”
“You heard the tornado approaching,” the old man interrupted.
“Yes that’s right and . . .”
“Your house literally exploded all around you while you were taking a shower.”
Stupid inconsiderate fool! He was making me look like a child interrupting me that way on live TV! I nodded my head in agreement.
“So everything you have was destroyed. You don’t even have anything to wear right now, is that why you are naked?
Great! He just HAD to tell the whole world that I was standing there talking to him naked! Thank goodness that camera man was just getting my face. “Yes, I suppose so,” I answered nervously.
“Nobody was hurt then?”
I shook my head no and asked, “Listen, could I please have your jacket? It’s embarrassing standing out here like this.”
He gave me a dirty look and reluctantly took off his jacket but instead of wrapping it around me he unceremoniously tossed it over my head and continued with his broadcasting. I guess he did that as punishment for making him look bad on camera.
I heard him say underneath the coat, “There you have it, folks, another home destroyed in what appears to be a series of dangerous tornados throughout the county. The weather is still quite severe so please remain alert. This is Tim Carver for Action 9 News. Now back to the studio for some important updates about this dangerous storm system.”
“We’re clear,” the younger camera man said and with that my jacket was pulled from my head and the old man began putting it back on himself. What a jerk!
“You were great missy,” he said quite condescendingly. Then to his partner he said, “Right we have to go. There is another damaged house 3 miles from here. If we hurry we can make the next live shot.” In a flash they were back in the van and speeding down my driveway leaving me dazed and bitter!
The Storm - Part 2
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 2 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I was amazed that the creep had the nerve to stand next to me interviewing me on camera while I was naked like that. I had to admit though it was still pretty dangerous out. The sky hung low with turbulent-looking clouds, the air felt heavy with humidity and it looked like it could fall a flood any minute. He was right about one thing. This was the worst thing to ever happen to our township. Still I had never, EVER been seen naked by a stranger like that. It was pretty unsettling - perhaps in a good way but unsettling nonetheless. Up to that point I wasn’t exactly proud of my body, in fact I was somewhat embarrassed about it as I wasn’t as developed as other girls my age. Still, I felt my teenage hormones kicking into high gear at the very thought of what had just happened. However, there were more important things to concern myself with at the moment.
Looking around at the ruins of what used to be my home I began to wonder what I was going to do for shelter if the sky opened up again and rained. There was nothing around. No trees; no outbuildings; no place to hide really. My nearest neighbor was several miles up the road. I pondered the idea of using some scrap lumber to make something to hide under but that seemed almost impossible. I don’t know how long I was out there trying to figure out what I was going to do but I’m sure it was a fairly good amount of time. I was beginning to get a little scared when I saw another car racing up my driveway. This time I recognized the vehicle. It belonged to Tina one of my girlfriends I was supposed to meet later on. Carrie was with her.
“Oh thank heavens you are alright!” Tina exclaimed as she got out of the car. “We were worried about you. We raced right over when we heard what happened.”
“I’m fine.” I answered reassuringly. “But my house isn’t. As you can see, I lost everything!”
Carrie had a stupid smirk on her face. “You sure did look really cute on TV all naked like that.”
“Yeah, I’m glad they only showed my face. I guess that stupid announcer shouldn’t have told people I was standing there naked, huh?”
“What are you talking about showing only your face?” Carrie challenged emphatically. “You were standing there plain as day next to that announcer guy covering yourself with your arm across your boobs and your hand fingering your pussy . . . we saw EVERYTHING!”
“I WAS NOT!”
Tina nodded her head. “Afraid so Katie, they had all of you in the picture, not just your face. I guess they thought it would grab people’s attention and make them feel sorry for you or something; human interest and all of that.”
“Yeah, can’t wait to hear all the comments from the boys at school on Monday,” Carrie echoed.
“IF there’s still a school house,” Tina added. “We’d better get going. It’s not safe out here.”
“You mean to tell me that bastard put my naked body on TV? You actually SAW that? They can’t DO that can they?”
“Yep,” Carrie teased. “Pretty cute too I might add! Of course, all the naughty bits were covered by your hands, which is why I guess they can get away with it. You only slipped once or maybe twice, but only for a second or two.”
“OH MY GAWD!”
“Calm down. Like I said it’s not safe out here. We’ve got to get going. We are still under a tornado warning and there are storms all around us.” Tina said. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“I’ve got to check on Sherry. Her place is right in the path of that storm. I need to be sure she’s okay.”
“I can’t go with you like this! Have you guys got anything I can wear?”
“Uh, that would be a NO. Does it look like I can take anything off and give it to you?” Carrie was right. Both girls were wearing only tank tops and shorts.
“Stop being so self-centered,” Tina barked. “Sherry may be in trouble.”
“Besides, half the town has already seen you naked on TV remember.” Carrie added with a smirk.
It then started to rain heavily again. Tina ran and got in the driver’s side of her old two-seater convertible Jeep. There was a huge wooden box in the back compartment. The vehicle had open sides and a tattered cloth top which she had up because of the storms. Carrie got in the passenger’s side.
“Hey where am I supposed to sit?” I said getting rather wet from the rain.
“You can sit on my lap,” Carrie teased. “I promise not to bite.”
It was against my better judgment but I really didn’t want to stay out here all alone so I climbed in and sat on Carrie’s lap. “Oooooo, soft butt,” she teased as I plopped down on her legs. Sitting that way I was elevated above the vehicle’s seat and clearly visible from the open sides. I felt quite exposed. Still, we were in the middle of a disaster after all so I had little choice.
As we drove along, the breeze on my open flesh made the nipples on my small boobs harden which amused Carrie to no end. She had her arms around my waist acting sort of as a seatbelt so I wouldn’t fall out. Every now and then she would playfully squeeze my belly. Her arms would sometimes ride high up against my boobs as we hit a bump, which was understandable but what bothered me is that she usually left them there pressing against my sensitive boobs for several minutes after the bump before moving them back again.
The sky was growing blacker and more ominous as we drove toward our destination. Finally, we turned into her driveway and came to an abrupt stop. From what I could see her house was undamaged. I was soon unceremoniously dumped off Carrie’s lap as both girls hurried to check on Sherry. Carrie grabbed my hand and said, “Come on, let’s be sure she’s okay. We may need your help.” I was then reluctantly dragged naked across her front yard towards her front door.
The moment we reached the door it opened. Sherry answered the door and didn’t waste any time acknowledging my state of undress. “Hi Katie, saw you on TV. That must have been embarrassing knowing everyone was seeing you as you tried to cover yourself. You looked really cute, by the way. I could even see you blushing standing there all naked trying to cover up.”
“You mean, they really did show ALL OF ME naked? They said they were only going to show my face!”
“Yeah, I was like totally shocked seeing you there that way but I can understand why after what happened to your house. I’m just glad you are okay. We saw the weather report and it’s going to get worse. You’d better come in.”
She had no sooner said that than a voice from inside called out. “Who’s at the door?”
“It’s Katie,” Sherry answered over her shoulder.
“The NAKED Girl?!”
Sherry was soon joined at the door by her younger brother. His eyes were huge as he took in my body. I desperately tried to cover myself but I’m sure it did little to dampen his excitement. There was no way I was staying in that house with HIM there.
Tina spoke up quickly. “Thanks all the same but we have to go.” Once again, I was dragged across the yard and resumed my place on Carrie’s lap and we were off.
“Where are we going now? It’s looking really bad out here and the wind is really picking up again.”
“Let’s go see if we can find your mom, Katie,” Tina said. “If she heard about your house, she’ll be really worried.”
“Okay,” was all I could mutter. As we drove along, I realized that the road we were on headed straight into town. In another ten miles we’d be in the business district. “I can’t go into town. I’m naked!” I pleaded. “Can’t we just stop?”
Just then it started to hail. Small dense ice balls were bouncing everywhere, pinging unmercifully at the cloth top of Tina’s jeep. “Well, we can’t stay out here!” she said frantically. “You know what they say, where there’s hail there’s a tornado nearby.” She was right. We needed to get to shelter somewhere. She picked speed and continued towards town.
Soon we were driving right down Main Street of our small town. We had driven out of the hail storm but the wind was very gusty and it looked like the rain would start again at any minute. A few cars were on the road and I got strange looks as they passed us by. I guess it’s not every day they got to see a naked coed driving down the street sitting on someone’s lap. I was still trying to cover myself as best I could. Tina pulled into a parking space outside Johnston’s Restaurant where my mom works. It appeared pretty empty from the outside. Once again, I was dragged out of the seat by Carrie who had a death grip on my hand as if she was As the three of us were walking towards the main building, I could feel the stares, and hear the clicks of the camera phones of the many clothed people around us, as I mostly looked down. Their stares were penetrating both my flesh and my psyche, as we walked on. "Intimidating" is not a big enough word to describe how those stares felt. "YUP" Intimidated and Humiliated, that's how I was feeling. Tina and Jill's presence kept everyone at bay, as we walked to the front doors of the main campus building. I of course, was still completely naked and exposed to all those around.
We entered the doors to the college campus' main building. Just moments before, I was thinking I might have a quick and easy scamper to the security of the third floor art classrooms, and my clothes. It was not to be. As we entered the main hallway of the building, I walked into an flurry of flashes and clicks from the phones of the crowd that had assembled in the hallway. Many I'm sure were getting their class schedules and such for the upcoming school year, but there were also many who only came to get some last minute photos of the girl who dared to be 'The Only One Naked' at the college's 'Welcoming Event'. It was during this 'Paparazzi' like experience, that I was approached by a reporter from the local news paper of the small college town.
After going to school there for the last year, I knew everyone in town read that paper. It was everywhere you went. Every store, restaurant, laundry mat and gas station. Everywhere! In fact, I read it often! It also had an editorial segment that was famous for it's attempt to embarrass any of the locals who may not agree with the paper's owner, on a variety of issues. Professors Sullivan and Turner knew the woman and remained by my side as a show of support, but I was falling apart emotionally. As I was about to crumble from the weight of the exposure and humiliation, Tina stepped in front of the woman, then sarcastically stated, "Hello Susan. Scoops coming hard for you these days? I believe we have a college newspaper. There's no story here".
The woman was set back, but only for a moment. She then replied, "Hello Tina. There's a naked college student standing behind you. It may not be a story worth writing about, so let's just call it my own personal curiosity", with an obstinate expression on her face. Even with the teachers and Tina around me, I knew I was doomed to be even more shamed and debased in public, by the woman. Holding back my tears, I searched for Nicole in the crowd, hoping she would rush to my rescue with my robe. She was nowhere in sight.
Susan forced her way passed Tina, then stood in front of my naked frame. As she looked me over, (Camera crew in tow) I kept repeating in my head, "Karen. You are a professional Life Model. If there was ever a time to act like one, it is now!", as the urge to cover my shame, and run away was becoming more and more acute. "So.....You're Karen", Susan said, in a ridiculing tone. "You are aware you are naked, right?", she asked. Somehow, I summoned my inner fortitude once again, and replied, "I have been life modeling for an art class. How my robe was misplaced, I can not tell you. So if you'll excuse me, I am going to return to the art studio upstairs". as I walked passed her, then down the hallway through the crowd, to the staircase at the end.
The crowd that had gathered in the main hallway was so large, it was impossible to make my way through without brushing against the fabric of their clothing. The contact with the many types of clothing materials against by naked flesh, along with the cold tile floor beneath my bare feet, was a constant reminder of my public nudity and shame. Many in the crowd were questioning me from up close about my public exposure, as I attempted to get passed them without responding.
One male college student whispered in my ear, as I tried to make my way passed him, to the doors leading to the stairs, which were still at least forty feet away. "I bet your pussy is sweet and oh so very tasty. There's nothing like a clean shaven mound", he said, as he looked right into my eyes. My heart beat seemed to stop and I began to blush, as I could feel the burning of my 'Beet Red' skin, brought on by the utter shame and humiliation. For a split second, I found myself unable to break my eyes from his gaze. Tina, along with Professors Sullivan and Turner, help me force my way passed him, as Tina said, "Time's up Romeo". We then made it to the stairway doors and up to the safety of the third floor art classroom.
There were a few people scattered on the staircase, along with some on the third floor, most taking impromptu pictures of me in my nakedness. I entered the art classroom to find a laughing Nicole, holding out my robe, while saying, "I guess you won't need this anymore". I was completely aroused and my pussy was soaking wet from my encounter with the male college student only moments before, I couldn't stay mad at her. The walk from the outdoor posing area to the classroom might have been the ultimate in shame and humiliation, but it was also invigorating, if not intoxicating.
I put my clothes on and attempted to relax in the company Nicole, Tina and Professors Sullivan and Turner. Professor Akers had already returned, and was in the adjacent classroom, preparing for next week's art classes. I borrowed Nicole's baseball cap and sunglasses, as we headed down to the first floor, on our way to my uncle's condo. Tina and the two professors had left a few minutes earlier. Tina had my assurance that I would pose nude in some undisclosed locations for her seniors photography class, while Professor Turner had gotten me to agree to take an hour long psychology class, in the nude, so she could document the students reactions, which might lead to others during the year.
Nicole's attempt at revenge for my actions on the beach, so many years ago when we were just kids, had led to an abundance of well paying job opportunities, that would make my college life financially more secure, even if I was going to be naked most of the time. I had no idea how I would be treated by the other students, once classes began next week, but was unable to deny I was turned on by being the 'Only One Naked' in a group of clothed people. It would be only a short time until I found out how I would be received by all of those who had seen me naked, and taken photos of me, at my most vulnerable.
THE ENDworried, I was going to get blown away by the wind or something. I couldn’t believe I was stark naked in broad daylight right in the center of town! I yanked back on Carrie’s hand in protest. I just wanted to wait in the Jeep. There was no need for me to go inside and embarrass myself further. Just then a brilliant streak of lightening illuminated the sky and an almost instantaneous deafening clap of thunder made me jump a foot off the ground. No one needed to convince me I was safer inside after that!
The Storm - Part 3
By: Hooked6
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The Storm – Part 3 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
The little bell on the restaurant’s glass door clanged as we entered. Two men were sitting on stools at the lunch counter turned around to see who was entering. Both grinned when they saw me but said nothing. They just stared. Then I looked up and saw Patrick, a boy I knew from school looking at me with his mouth open.
I clutched my arm tighter across my chest and spoke up. “Patrick, Is my mom here? I’ve got to find her.”
“Gee, Katie I don’t know. She WAS here but I’ve been busy. I don’t exactly know.”
Just then Ron, another classmate came out and almost dropped the plates he was carrying when he spotted me. “Hi, Katie . . . what’s going on?”
“We’re looking for Katie’s mom,” Tina explained. “Her house got destroyed by a tornado. Is Mr. Johnston about? He’d know where she is.”
Both boys as well as the two men at the counter kept looking at me. “WILL SOMEONE GO AND GET MR. JOHNSTON PLEASE!” I finally shouted impatiently.
“Uh sure, Katie . . .’”
Just then Mr. Johnston came out from the kitchen. “What’s going on . . . oh Katie, you’re okay! What a relief! Your mom is worried sick about you. She heard from a customer that your house got destroyed in the storm.”
“I need to find her. Is she here?”
“Sorry Katie, when our power went out I think she went across the street to Fred’s Drug Store to see if she could learn something on TV. They have a generator you know.”
“Thanks Mr. Johnston,” I said and ran out the door to find my mom. Tina and Carrie were right on my heels.
I had to dodge a couple of cars crossing the street, one of them honked at me. Once inside the Drug store I was greeted by several more of my classmates who had huddled around the store’s television watching the weather bulletins. “Hi Katie,” Andrea said with a huge smile on her face. Her rather loud pronouncement caused all the rest to turn away from the screen and look at me. They too were smiling widely. “Saw you on TV a while ago. You looked great,” she added with a giggle. “
“Are you Okay?” another boy asked trying to stifle a laugh.
Standing there naked in front of my peers, albeit doing my best to cover myself, was very humiliating. I had no choice and I was emboldened a bit by finding out that my mom was worried about me. I had to find her. “Have you seen my mom?”
“Um I think she might have gone to the school auditorium. The TV guy said people who need shelter are asked to gather there.”
“Thanks,” I said and turned to leave but my so-called friends Carrie and Tina where busy chatting away with their friends.
“Come on,” I said impatiently. “I have to find my mom.”
“Okay, Okay, keep your shirt on,” Carrie smirked, “Oh yeah . . . you don’t have one, do you?” Her comment caused everyone in the store to laugh.
I gave them both a dirty look. I grabbed hold of Tina’s hand and tried to pull her along. When I heard laughter I realized that I had made a HUGE mistake. Dropping the arm that I had across my chest to grab hold of Tina, meant that my small boobs were now totally exposed to the group. I tried to yank my hand back away from Tina but she realized what was going on and held it fast. There was no way I was going to remove my other hand from between my legs and give everyone a free look down there too by trying to break away, so I was pretty much at her mercy. “Bye guys,” she said playfully and stood there waving at them as they waved back deliberately prolonging my exposure. She kept a firm grip on my hand, so hard in fact that I couldn’t pull away no matter how hard I tried as she slowly made her rounds throughout the store telling everyone what had happened to me, about how I had lost my house while I was in the shower and how we were looking for my mom to let her know we were okay. Young, old, male, female, it didn’t matter. Tina had to search out and find every last person in the place. I wanted to desperately break free and yell at her but I didn’t want to make a scene because everyone we met seemed so empathetic and so concerned and I didn’t want to act like a child and disrespect them. After all these people were all neighbors and friends.
Satisfied that she had shown me to everyone she could we headed for the exit. Once outside, Tina gave me a wicked smile and said, “I think we’ll walk the rest of the way. It’s only a few blocks or so. That way if your mom is in one of the stores looking out she might see you. If we drove, she might miss seeing you.” She wasn’t fooling me. As reasonable as her excuse sounded I knew the only reason she wanted to walk was so that she could show me off!
“BUT TINA,” I protested.
Before I could say anything else, Carrie quickly grabbed my other hand and pulled it away from my crotch as I was distracted by yelling at Tina. “Don’t worry, Katie. We’re here for you. We won’t let anything happen to you. And we’ll help you find your mom too.
Down the sidewalk we went. The girls took me into every store and showed me off to everyone that happened to be there as they held onto my hands and explained my situation. I couldn’t cover myself if I had wanted to. Only once did a lady make any effort to try to find something to clothe me with. When she made the offer, Tina quickly said that there was no time and that we had to go, then the two of them dragged me back out into the street again. The girls were taking great pleasure in my embarrassment. If it wasn’t for that storm and the chaos it wrought they would never had gotten away with it.
We finally made it to the school auditorium and I finally thought my ordeal was going to end. Surely my mom was inside and she’d take care of me.
Upon entering the double doors, I was startled to see how many of my classmates were there setting things up. Mrs. Thompson, one of my teachers was busy barking directions a mile a minute barely stopping to take a breath. “Allen we need more chairs, Tim you help Allen. Scott, try and set up some tables along the back wall there, that’s right, yes, put them there. Thank you. Oh for Pete’s sakes Tom I told you to keep things away from the exit doors. We can’t block the exits” She barely looked up from her work, “Oh Hi Katie, glad to see you are all right.” She then went right back to shouting orders. It was as if my nudity didn’t mean a thing. “Allen, line those chairs up along that wall behind you, there’s a good boy.”
How could she let me stand there naked like that? Why didn’t she immediately make a fuss and get me covered up? The only thing I could think of was that she was so distracted by the urgency of the severe weather that she had other priorities that required her immediate attention.. Since she seemed to be in charge and she wasn’t making a big deal out of my nakedness, I guess none of the others present felt it necessary to do so either. It was a perfect example of the group disaster mentality I guess. There were other urgencies that took precedence over some girl who was standing naked in a disoriented and fearful crowd. That didn’t help make me feel any better however and it seemed to give my friends license to take advantage of the situation.
Mrs. Thompson may not have paid me much attention but my classmates sure did. EVERYONE was staring at me as Tina and Carrie held my arms at my sides trying to look like they were consoling me.
The Storm - Part 4
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 4 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
I was immediately surrounded by those who weren’t working. People were behind me, on my sides, in front of me – everyone getting a good look at this poor unfortunate girl who had lost everything. Tina did her best to explain what had happened and asked their help in finding my mom. On the outside everyone was expressing such support and concern but I could tell that on the inside they were all snickering at my situation. I could see it in their eyes and in the expressions on their faces! It didn’t matter what words came out of their mouths. I knew what they were really thinking, “Poor Katie, all naked showing off her small boobies.” Or “I’d be ashamed to have a body like that and display it so boldly to everyone! Poor little Katie.”
The group followed me around the auditorium trying to “help” me find my mom among the crowd of people. Naturally that meant that everyone there got a good look at me. By the time we made it back to Mrs. Thompson, I realized that my mom wasn’t there in the auditorium.
Mrs. Thompson finally calmed down enough to take stock of my situation and my nudity. She smiled a gentle smile and said, “Sorry about your house, Katie. I saw it on TV. “She then gave me a brief half-hearted hug and yelled out, “Allen, go see if you can find a blanket for Katie here. Quickly man, you can move faster than that.”
“Yes, Mrs. Thompson.”
He took off to the backstage area and was gone for several minutes as I stood there near the main entrance door. People were straggling in all the time. As each new person entered, I received a glance followed by a knowing nod of the head, and then they went to find a place to sit and wait out the storm. It was as if they all knew my story from watching it on TV. Like watching a car accident, everyone wants to look at the tragedy but no one really wants to get involved and help!
Allen eventually came back running up to my teacher. “Sorry, Mrs. Thompson, I couldn’t find a blanket. Will this towel do?”
She thanked him and gave the towel to me. I was never so thankful for something so simple as a towel. I wrapped it around me as best I could. It was small but covered the essentials. I was still showing the tops of my boobs and the bottom of the towel allowed by nether lips to show if I moved, but at least I was covered. Tina seemed quite displeased that her fun had come to an end.
We decided the best course of action was to take me back to my home because surely that would be the next place my mom would make her way to,
Then the three of us headed out the exit and towards Tina’s Jeep. The weather was still treacherous and there was a slight drizzle. As I was about to climb back in the vehicle and sit on Carrie’s lap, a huge gust of wind came along almost knocking me off my feet. I managed to keep my balance but was not fast enough to hold onto my towel and it flew off down the street before I could react to catch it.
Once again I was naked and riding with the girls but at least I was headed out of town.
Upon reaching our property I spotted my mom’s vehicle. I couldn’t wait to get to her and give her a hug. It was an emotional reunion and she was ever so glad that I was okay. She never said a word about my nudity. She just smiled.
Then she dropped the bombshell. “Katie, I want you to go home with Carrie and stay with them for a while until I can sort things out. I’ll feel better knowing that you are being well looked after. I’ve already spoken to Carrie’s mother and she’s agreed.”
“BUT, MOM . . . !”
She had no idea what she was asking me to do or what Carrie had just put me through!
Carrie just smiled and told my mom she’d be glad to look after me. She even told her that she’d find some things for me to wear until things got back to normal. Yeah, I could just imagine what she’d pick out for me too!
I was led to Tina’s Jeep and reluctantly climbed inside and soon we were driving along, Once again I was at the hands of these two and heaven only knows how many more people would see me before this ordeal was over!
(Author’s note: we pause now to provide the link to the video that inspired this whimsical story.) The link can be found below. When first saw this video I wondered what it would be like if someone was indeed a real victim of circumstances not of their own making like the woman in the video. BTW, the star in the video may look rather young but she is an adult and a well-known European entertainer, song-writer and singer. She is also known for her crazy antics as a regular guest on the TV magazine in the clip attached.
The Storm - Part 5
By: Hooked6
Copyright July 2010 by Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com) all rights reserved. Reproduction, redistribution, reposting on another Internet site whether or not a charge or profit is made is forbidden without the expressed written consent of the author. Copyright ownership does not transfer by the posting of this material on this site by the author. The following story is for ADULTS only. By accessing this story, the reader hereby certifies that he/she is of an appropriate age to access adult material and that such material is permitted in the locality or country where the reader resides. The following is a creative work of fiction, and the characters or incidents described do not resemble any persons or events in the real world. Comments are always welcome and serve to inspire my work.
The Storm – Part 5 (reluctant exhibitionism)
By Hooked6 (Hooked6@hotmail.com)
So off we went down the road with me naked sitting on Carrie’s lap once again with Tina at the wheel. I had nothing left of my own. My clothes, my house, even my treasures of the past were all destroyed in the storm and it wasn’t over yet. As the sky continued to unleash its menacing wind and rain I was totally at the mercy of these two so called friends who up to now, under the guise of “helping me,” had literally exposed me to many of my classmates and townsfolk. My own mother added to my situation by insisting that I stay with Carrie until she could sort things out. I was trapped.
I was lost in my own thoughts it hadn’t occurred to me to pay attention to what was happening. Tina had left the small rural roads of my little town and was driving east on the main highway headed out of town!
“Tina, What the . . . where in the hell are you going?”
“To Carrie’s house,” she answered with an obvious smile.
“This isn’t the way to Carrie’s place! Turn this car around!”
“Calm down,” Tina said reassuringly. “After all that’s happened today I have to check on my brother. It won’t take long. As soon as I know he’s okay we’ll head right back to Carrie’s house, I promise.”
Tina’s brother was a senior at our school and quite a hunk. He was the last person I wanted to have see me this way. “Tina, where is he? Why isn’t he at your house? Where are you taking me?”
“He was camping up at Miller’s Cove. Can you imagine what might have happened to him being out in the woods with just a tent for shelter in this storm? I just HAVE to check on him. Stop being so selfish! We helped you find your mom now just you be patient while I check on my family.”
She was right. What was I thinking? If her brother really was stuck out in the woods in this mess he really might need help. I began to feel guilty about worrying about my pitiful little problem of my lack of clothes when he could be lying out there hurt . . . or maybe worse.
We passed a few large tractor-trailer trucks on the highway and many of the drivers looked at us as we passed. Carrie waved at them all drawing unwanted attention in our direction. Of course they all waved back too. Miller’s Cove was about 15 miles from town which meant that we had to travel quite a ways on this highway just to get to the turnoff. I was getting farther and farther away from the safety of my little town and I didn’t like it one little bit!
Tina eventually turned off the highway and onto the small gravel road that led to Miller’s Cove. When we arrived at a clearing I saw several tents all scattered around and camping gear was everywhere – some hanging from tree branches, other items strewn into bushes or crushed under some large tree branches that had fallen. “ERIC!” I heard Tina calling frantically. “ERIC, WHERE ARE YOU?!”
Not a sound was heard.
“Oh my god, Tina,” Carrie said anxiously, “Do you think . . .”
Just then we all heard the rustling sound of some brush, then the unmistakable sound of footsteps. “ERIC, IS THAT YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?”
“Calm down sis, I’m fine.” Came a male voice from somewhere out in the brush. “We’ll be out in a minute. It’s a tangled mess back here.”
“WE’LL be out in a minute . . . WE?” I shouted to myself. Who else was out there, I wondered and instinctively put my arms over my body.
The girls got out of the jeep, Carrie dragging me outside too along with her. The girls were eagerly looking around to see if they could spot Tina’s brother as we stood in front of the vehicle in the woods. Carrie grabbed a hold of my right arm and said, “Come on, maybe he needs help.” Tina, not missing a beat grabbed my other arm, and like in the school auditorium, we slowly inched our way toward the underbrush about 20 yards away in the last known direction of Eric’s voice. Once again I couldn’t cover myself. Perhaps they were just nervous as to what they might find out and whether Eric might be injured. They both certainly were squeezing my hands like they were scared to death. I think, though, that they just wanted to make sure I would be exposed when he did appear.
Suddenly, the silence was broken and we heard more brush rustling and branches snapping. “Won’t be long now,” Eric said loudly from deep within the woods. Another loud crack and, “Damn it, that Hurt!”
“Are you Okay? Do you need help?” Tina yelled back in a panic.
“No, I’m fine. Sorry for cussing. That stupid branch wacked my finger when it snapped, be there, soon, hold on, just one more . . .” Then we heard another loud snap of a branch breaking and then we saw him emerge from the brush.
“Oh thank god you’re all right!”
Eric waved his sister off and turned around waving his arm forward. “Come on guys, right through here.”
Before I could even gasp in fright, I saw 5 teen boys in scout uniforms making their way through the brush. “WHOA!” said one when he finally spotted me standing there with no clothes on. “That girl is nekkid!”
Eric looked up from holding back the brush so his charges could get through and looked me over smiling. “What’s going on?” he said trying not to laugh.
“There are tornadoes everywhere. Katie was in the shower when one like totally destroyed her house. She’s lucky to be alive! She lost everything! We immediately came out here looking for you. There wasn’t time to get her dressed. I’m just glad you are okay.”
Tina’s brother came over and gently touched my shoulder as the girls still held my arms fast. “I’m sorry, Katie, I really am. That must have been horrible.” He then turned to his giggling scouts who were taking great delight at pointing at me and snickering as young boys often do at girls. Eric assumed his scoutmaster role and took charge. “All right guys, settle down. We are all MATURE scouts here in the middle of a disaster. We aren’t of the woods yet and we could easily still be in great danger. Now put the laughter on hold and let’s all act professional, here. Katie could have been killed back there.”
“Yes, sir,” they all said almost in unison and, although they never completely stopped giggling, they did stop pointing and were at least making an effort not to laugh, which was something I suppose.
Tina relayed to her brother everything that had happened in town and the fact that the TV said the storms were still around and the weather was still quite dangerous. Of course she just HAD to tell him about my naked TV interview as Eric looked at me the whole time as if he was trying to mentally picture that reporter standing right next to me with a microphone in my face as I tried to cover myself.
“Right,” he finally said as he snapped out of his daydream. “The first thing we’ve got to do is get these boys back to town. Their parents must be worried sick.”
“They are asking everyone to meet at the school auditorium. Maybe that’s where we should take them. Problem is I can’t take everyone all in one trip. My Jeep is too small.”
“Hmmmm,” Eric said as he studied the problem. “Okay, here’s what we’ll do. I’ll ride back with you sis and two of the boys can sit on my lap. Since Katie is naked . . .” His comment brought about more giggling from the scouts. “I said . . .” Eric continued as he gave his charges a stern look, “Since Katie is still naked, she and Carrie can stay here with the other three and we’ll come back for them later. That way she won’t have to ride back into town exposing herself unnecessarily.”
“I’m not staying here in the woods with three young . . .”
“Would you rather the boys sit on your lap as you ride into town? That’s fine too. You go and I’ll stay behind and keep them out of trouble.”
I hadn’t thought about that. “No, on second thought your plan is sensible. I’ll stay. You go.”
Okay, guys, two of you, Fred and Josh, you are the youngest, front and center.”
Eric got into the passenger seat and helped the two scouts on his lap. Tina let go of my hand and I put it immediately between my legs as she got in the vehicle and started it up. “Be back in about a half an hour,” Tina said as she scratched her tires as she sped off down the road. In a flash they were out of sight. Leaving me naked, still in the grasp of Carrie with three leering scouts who were giggling in earnest now that their scoutmaster was gone.
I looked over at Carrie and she had this evil grin on her face.