Carol Is Talked Into It

I had had a few drinks earlier in the evening, wine coolers, but I wasn’t drunk. Crap, I wasn’t even tipsy, so I can’t really use that as an excuse for what I did.

It was an office function, though not an official one. A group of us had a big presentation due soon and had stayed late to work on it that Friday night. We ordered dinner from a Chinese delivery place and worked straight through until after nine, at which point the meeting turned much more social.

There were seven of us total: Jim, Steve, Rob, Ann, Britney, Rebecca, and myself. Jim and Steve were married men with salt and pepper hair while Rob was maybe a couple of years older than my twenty four. Ann was the grand dame of the office, and the other two girls were younger than me. In fact, Britney had just graduated high school last spring.

Though I had been with the firm a couple of years, I didn’t usually socialize with the group. I tended to be shy and reserved, competent in my job performance but in no way gregarious. After the meeting turned into a party, though, I felt uncomfortable leaving because I sensed that the first person to go home would create a like effect on the others calling it a night.

We had worked hard on the project, and I think we needed to blow off some steam.

The conversation quickly devolved, however, into flirting between the girls and the guys. I half expected Ann to put a stop to it, especially after some highly inappropriate exchanges between Britney and Rob, but she laughed it off instead.

I sat mostly in silence trying not to blush.

Suddenly, Rob pulls out his wallet and takes out a $100 bill.

“Jim, Steve, give me a hundred each,” Rob said.

“Why?”

“I’ve got an idea. Just do it.”

Rob collected the money and put it down on the conference table.

“Each lady is going to tell us the most adventurous thing she’s ever done, from an exhibitionist standpoint, and the best story takes the money.”

I objected immediately, but Britney and Rebecca really wanted to do it. They were administrative support personnel and didn’t have the high salaries that the rest of us did.

I looked imploringly at Ann.

Instead of stopping it, though, she got things started.

“Soon after our wedding, back in the early 70’s, my husband and I took a trip to the coast. Along the way, we passed a sign advertising a nude beach. I looked at him. He looked at me. We decided to do it.”

Ann had went naked in public? I couldn’t believe it.

“We grabbed our picnic basket and beach towels out of the trunk and headed out to the sand. There weren’t a lot of people, three or four couples, but they were all stark nude.

“I kind of shrugged my shoulders and pulled my shirt over my head. Soon, we had both shucked all our clothes.

“It was weird at first; I wasn’t used to being naked where anyone but Albert could see me. It wasn’t bad though. Liberating, I guess you’d say. We never did it again, but, to this day, talking about it still gets us in the mood.”

The guys all hooted and hollered at that. Then Rebecca started talking.

“A couple of years ago, a bunch of my old high school friends were on spring break from college and invited me to drive down with them to Daytona. There were four of us, all girls, and we got kind of wild.

“One night, we went to this bar, and they were having a wet t-shirt contest. I know. I know. How cliché can you get, right?”

The guys nodded but smiled.

“Anyway, we were all like I’ll do it if you do it, so we all ended up entering. They took us back stage and had us remove our tops completely and replaced them with these tiny thin white t-shirts. You could see my nipples through mine before any water ever got near it.

“So, we’re dancing around on stage, and the crowd is going wild every time you move. Then, this guy walks up to you and dumps gallons of freezing water on you, turning the shirt completely transparent which is, obviously, the point. I might as well have been totally topless up there.

“After we were all good and soaked, he moved back to the first girl. As he pointed at her, she began dancing while the crowd cheered. The idea was that the loudest cheers won the prize. So she flashes her tits and tweaks her nipples a little, acts all sexy, and the guys go bonkers!

“By the time the contest got to me, my competitive juices were flowing. I strutted forward and unzipped my shorts. I teased them for a while, flashing my thong covered butt, before taking them off completely. Then I start raising my shirt. Soon, I take it off as well, and I’m dancing in front of hundreds of horny guys wearing only a tiny thong! It was so hot. One of the other girls took off even that scant covering, though, and she ended up winning.”

Britney raises her hand.

“That would be me.”

Rebecca, and the rest of us, were confused.

“It couldn’t have been you. I knew this girl.”

“No, I meant that that is very similar to my story. I’m on a bar stage down in Destin doing a wet t-shirt contest and got seriously carried away. I stripped completely.

“All these guys are staring at my bare pussy while I grind away. Man, that was something!”

Then everyone turned to me.

“What?” I asked.

“How about you, Carol? What’s your story?”

“I don’t have one. I’ve never done anything like that.”

“Never? Streaked the campus? Lost a public game of strip poker? Anything?”

“No. Sorry.”

“I guess I win,” Britney said, reaching for the money.

“Wait a minute, we should give Carol the opportunity to do something now,” Rob said.

“Like what?” Jim asked.

“A striptease. We’ll bring in a radio, and she can dance for us.”

The group, all but Britney and myself, erupted with cheers and telling me to do it.

“I don’t know…” I said.

A more strident denial was surely called for. I hate that I’m so weak; it’s so hard for me to resist people.

Steve had already left the room to get a CD player, and Rob was fiddling with the video camera that we had been using earlier to practice our presentation. The next thing you know there’s music playing, and everyone is looking at me expectantly.

“Just dance for us,” Ann said, “you don’t have take anything off if you don’t want.”

Such a seemingly reasonable request and so hard to refuse.

I began moving my feet and body in time with the music.

“Take off your jacket. Get comfortable,” Jim called out.

The suggestion sounded rational.

I unbuttoned the three catches, pulled it off, and placed it over the back of a nearby chair before I gave much thought to what I was doing.

My blouse covered my entire torso, even my arms, but it was much more sheer than I would have ever considered wearing without something over it. The jacket covered all but my neck, and I didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing my bra through my shirt with it on. Without it, I knew they could see my bra.

“Raise up your skirt.”

I don’t even know who said it, but I was helpless to resist the command. I gathered the stiff material and raised it to reveal the tops of my lacy black stockings before letting it fall again.

I continued dancing until I heard the next order.

“Take off the skirt.”

I balked then. I just stopped.

All six of them began chanting “take off the skirt, take off the skirt.”

The CD had reached the end of the first song, and the start of the next one broke me out of my reverie.

I started swaying again and reached behind me. With my mind screaming at me not to, I slowly lowered the zipper. As it separated, the skirt became looser and looser until it fell down my legs.

I blushed as I stepped out of it.

My blouse didn’t extend much further down than my waist, so my black bikini cut panties and creamy upper thighs were now on display to my coworkers.

They told me to turn around, and I did, revealing my scantily clad butt to them before facing them again.

I was mortified at what I was doing but, also, strangely excited.

I’m not an outgoing or an impulsive person. Giving in to something deep inside me felt, somehow, so wrong and, yet, so right.

They began chanting for me to remove my top.

My fingers trembling, I undid each button one by one as I continued swaying. As more and more of my bra came into view, I couldn’t help but look down. While my panties were quite solid and didn’t show anything, the bra was a different story. It’s gossamer fabric left very little to the imagination as it strained to hold in my 36D breasts with their engorged nipples.

I couldn’t look at them as I let the top fall to the floor.

I was now dancing for them wearing only my underwear. Six of my coworkers were looking at me in my underwear!

I wanted desperately to end the show right there, but, somehow, I couldn’t.

Without even waiting for them to tell me to, I reached back and released each of the four catches holding my huge foundation garment together. Then, with the slightest shrug of my shoulders, I let the garment fall forward, revealing my naked breasts to them.

I stopped, stunned at what I was doing.

They started chanting immediately.

“Take off the panties. Take off the panties.”

Numbly, not even bothering to pretend to move with the music anymore, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pushed.

Inch after inch of trimmed brown curls were exposed to there view. Inch after inch of my most private place opened up for their pleasure.

Soon, the panties cleared my thighs, and all the friction ceased. I let go of them, and they dropped. I stepped out of them and stood before these six colleagues with no important part of me covered.

I don’t know how long I stood there stunned, but a new song started. I began swaying again, and I turned around, perversely wanting them to see me from behind.

Then, I gyrated. That’s the only word that I can come up with to describe it. I jumped and wiggled, showing myself to them.

I don’t know how I looked to them, naked from the thighs up, trimmed brown bush, engorged clit, and huge tits flopping around, but suddenly I decided that I needed to be completely nude.

I slipped off my shoes and put my right foot on a chair. Not even bothering to try to keep my legs clamped together even though my wet pussy was facing my audience, I rolled my right stocking off. I then did the same thing with the other one.

They clapped and hooted and hollered for me. Then the song ended.

It’s like I snapped out of trance.

What the crap was I doing? I just stripped naked in front of my coworkers.

I froze.

“Well, I think that Carol wins the $300,” Rob said.

“What!” Britney said, “I stripped in front of hundreds of guys in public. She did a strip tease for six of us.”

I could barely even figure out what they were talking about, and the money was the last thing in the world that concerned me.

“Britney has a point,” Jim said. “Carol needs to go further to win it.”

“What did you have in mind?” Steve asked.

“I think that, if she leaves here naked and drives home, it will top Britney’s exhibition. Everyone agree.”

Britney didn’t, but the rest did.

“I am a little concerned that that is a bit dangerous,” Ann said.

“Rob can follow her and keep her out of trouble.”

Before I knew what was happening, my clothes had disappeared, and I was walking into the parking garage wearing only my high heels, three one hundred dollar bills clutched in the hand holding my purse.
Rob had to dig in my purse to get my keys for me because I didn’t break out of my stupor until I sat down in the driver’s side seat of my car.

The feel of the vinyl on my bare backside brought home the reality of the situation quickly. I just wanted to get to my house and get covered.

I took off before Rob had a chance to get to his car and drove as quickly as possible while still obeying all traffic laws. Getting pulled over was something I didn’t even want to contemplate.

Luckily, it was dark, and the roads were pretty much deserted. I kept one hand over my breasts anyway and my legs clamped tightly together.

Then, I arrived at my house.

I didn’t have a garage, so I had to park in my driveway. I noticed that Rob had caught up with me, and he waited as I sat in my car.

It wasn’t going to get any easier. No matter how long I waited, at some point I would have to get out and walk naked to my front door, and I was pretty sure that Rob wasn’t going to leave until I did so.

I rolled down my windows and listened. There didn’t seem to be anybody about.

Taking a deep breath and getting my house key ready, I threw open the door and stood up. Keeping myself hunched over and covering with my arms as much as possible, I sprinted to my door.

I fumbled with the key a second before getting it.

Finally, the door opened, and I was able to step inside to safety.

End Part 1

Part 2

I dreaded work on Monday. I seriously thought about calling in sick. How could I face them?

As I walked into the office, I tensed, waiting for the knowing looks and the teasing to start.

There were no harassing emails waiting in my inbox, and, when I saw Rebecca, she acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Did I hallucinate the whole thing?

Andrew noted that I seemed quiet even for me, but he always seemed to be concerned about me. Other than that, no one said or did anything out of the ordinary.

By the end of the day, I had started to relax, and, by Friday, I had actually begun to forget that it happened. Then I got an email from Rob.

The message said:

Check out the attached then come see me in my office.

I double clicked on the file, and a video opened. It was compressed and autofastforwarded, but it clearly showed me standing in the conference room stripping off my jacket and skirt.

With my heart pounding, I walked around the corner to Rob’s office and went in. I closed the door behind me.

“No one but the six of us have seen that video,” he said, “but I’m not sure it’s always going to stay that way.”

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Your panties, for a start.”

I was sure that I hadn’t heard him correctly.

“Now!”

Numbly, I reached under my skirt, grabbed my panties, and pulled them down. He held out his hand, and I gave them to him.

“Raise your skirt.”

I lifted the bottom of it above my stocking tops.

“All the way.”

Blushing, I raised it further until he could see my exposed bush.

“Turn in a circle.”

This was so humiliating, standing in front of his desk with my skirt held up to just underneath my boobs letting him see me like this. I didn’t have much of a choice, though, so I did it.

“That will be all for now.”

Stunned, I staggered out of the room and back to my office. I hadn’t been seated for long when I received another email. This one from Steve, and it, too, had an attachment. That video showed my taking off my top.

Trembling, I walked to his office.

“Your skirt, please,” is all he said.

I undid the buttons and let it fall to the floor.

“Step forward.”

I did as I was told, though it put my naked bush mere feet from his face.

“Turn around, bend at the waist, and pick up the skirt.”

With my bare butt facing him, I bent over.

“Stay like that, but widen your legs. Wider.”

I heard something metallic and some cloth being moved.

I don’t know how long he kept me in that position, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing. I knew that there wasn’t much of my private places that he couldn’t see, and it was all so close to him.

I just about died of embarrassment.

Soon, I heard him grunt, and then the cloth and metallic sound again.

“Okay. You can stand now. Give me the skirt and leave.”

“I can’t give you the skirt. I’m not wearing anything below the waist.”

“You’re wearing stocking and shoes. Those will have to do.”

He obviously wasn’t going to give in.

I walked to the door and peeked out. There was no one in the corridor.

I couldn’t believe that I was now walking around my office bottomless. Anyone at all could walk out of an office and see my bare ass, my pussy, anything.

As quickly as I could, I ran to my office and slammed the door. At least here I was protected somewhat.

A half hour later, I received another email, this one from Rebecca and showing me removing my bra. There were no instructions for me to come see her, though, which I understood a few minutes later when she barged into my office without knocking.

She didn’t bother to close the door behind her either.

“Your jacket, please.”

Though I should have expected it, I stared at her like she was speaking gibberish.

“Now, please.”

I unbuttoned it and gave it to her. As she left, I couldn’t help but notice that my bra showed through the fabric of the blouse.

I almost laughed. I was sitting there with my bare ass touching my chair, and I was worried about the bra being visible?

Another half hour saw another email, this one showing me removing my panties. Britney entered my office a short while later.

“Give me your bra.”

I just stared at her.

“Hurry, or I’ll have you remove your shirt first.”

That got my hand’s moving. I reached under my shirt in back and undid the garment before pulling it off my arms and out the hole for my sleeve.

She left, leaving my door open again, as I took stock of my situation. All I had left were my stockings, shoes, and a sheer blouse. My breasts with their rock hard nipples were clearly visible through the shirt, and there was nothing that I could do about it.

Worse yet, my body started to betray me.

I’m not very sexually active. I don’t date much, and I very rarely take care of things myself. Most of the time, I try to ignore those kinds of feelings and not think of things that get me aroused.

Walking around the office with my bare butt, and more, hanging out and sitting there knowing that anyone could walk in and see my all too exposed breasts had an involuntary effect on me. I could actually smell how excited I was.

Though I try my best to avoid those kind of situations, once things get to a certain point, it’s oh so hard not to do something about it.

That’s how I found myself with my fingers massaging my clit when Andrew walked in.

“Hey, I’ve got that report you needed,” he said, laying a folder down.

I jerked my hand up to the top of the desk, noticing with a grimace that it was shiny with fluid.

“Are you okay? You look a little flushed.”

Then his eyes left mine briefly and darted down. Then he looked uncomfortable.

Apparently, my shirt being quite see through wasn’t just my imagination.

I was so embarrassed, and I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like crossing my arms over my breasts would have made the situation worse. I convinced myself that pretending that nothing was wrong would be the best bet.

He obviously could see that I wasn’t wearing a bra, though, but didn’t appear to know what to say or do about it.

“I’m fine. Just got a little hot is all. Had to take off my jacket. Thanks for the report.”

I hoped that I wasn’t babbling too much.

Could he tell what I had just been doing? Could he smell me?

I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if he found out.

Of all the people in the office, he was the only one that I considered to be a friend. Divorced and about ten years older than me, he had always treated me with such kindness.

“Oh. Okay. You might want to put the jacket back on, though.”

He stammered and blushed as he said it.

“I got to go. See you later.”

He practically fled out of the office, and I didn’t have the presence of mind to ask him to shut my door on his way out. Plainly, I didn’t want to risk the exposure of getting up and doing it myself.

You would think that almost getting caught would have made me able to resist the temptation to keep going, but, if anything, his interruption seemed to make me even more excited. I had my finger inside me when I received the next email.

This attachment showed me wearing only my stockings and heels dancing in the conference room and instructed me to go see Ann.

The thought of leaving the safety of my desk put a damper on my masturbatory activities. For all I knew, I would be penalized if I didn’t report to Ann’s office immediately, and I didn’t want to look like I had just cum.

I did my best to compose myself, using tissues to wipe the leaking fluid from my hole and to clean my fingers.

I had been so close, though!

My legs were shaky as I got up, and I lived in mortal fear that someone would pass by my office before I had a chance to hide. I reached the doorway without seeing anyone, though, and looked both ways down the corridor before starting out.

It was such a surreal experience walking through the office that way. I could feel the air on my butt and on my girl parts, emphasizing how exposed I was, and my unfettered breasts bounced uncontrollably with each step.

I blushed at the thought of what I must look like, face flushed, my cunnie exposed between my bright blue blouse and black stockings. Anyone seeing me would think me a total slut.

When I reached the break room, I heard voices inside. I peeked around the door and saw the water delivery guy flirting with Angie, the receptionist. Their backs were to me.

I didn’t want to do it, but the only way to where I was going was to pass right by the open doorway.

I darted across and fled into Ann’s office. I didn’t hear a commotion behind me, so I must have made it undetected.

Both Jim and Ann were in the room, and they looked at me as I entered and shut the door.

“It’s time to surrender your top,” Ann said.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t really think about what I was doing. What would be worse, your coworkers seeing you naked in the office or seeing that video? If I had been in my right mind, I probably would have demanded my clothes back.

Instead, I meekly complied, pulling off the garment and handing it over to her.

I stood there, arms by my side, as they looked at me.

“What now?” I finally asked.

“Go back to your desk and wait for further instructions. Leave your door open.”

“But anyone walking by will see that I’m at least topless. What do I do?”

“Tell them you lost a bet,” Jim said, “and tell whoever it is to see me.”

I couldn’t believe that I was doing this, walking though my place of work not wearing anything except high heels and stockings where literally any of my colleagues could see me.

I had been lucky on my previous trips in not encountering anyone. My good fortune ran out this time.

Angie and the delivery guy were still talking in the break room when I reached it. This time, she spotted me when I peeked in.

“Hey Carol, what’s up?”

Only my head was visible around the doorjamb.

“Oh nothing. See you.”

I tried to pull away, but she kept talking.

“You look like you’re hiding. Is something wrong?”

“No. I’m okay.”

“Step into the doorway, then.”

She knew something was up.

I didn’t have a lot of options. I could run past her and sprint to my office, but she’d then likely raise a fuss. I couldn’t afford to keep standing there like that, though. Someone was bound to appear in the corridor at some point.

It was the hardest thing that I ever did, but I moved to stand in front of them.

“Carol! You’re naked!”

“I lost a bet with Jim,” I said, looking down at the floor.

“Wow, must have been some bet. You’re not even covering yourself up.”

Somehow, it hadn’t occurred to me.

“I’m not allowed,” I said, thinking quickly.

“So, you have to show yourself off to whoever asks?”

I nodded. Whatever, I just wanted out of this situation.

Instead of letting me go about my business, she turned to the guy standing next to her.

“Anything in particular you want to see, Manuel?”

“I’ve always been an ass man, myself,” he said.

Angie giggled.

I turned around before they could order me to.

The exposure, humiliation, and frustration was starting to have an effect on me again. I could smell my arousal again.

“Wow, baby got back,” he said. “Bend it over for me. Let me see that pussy.”

There was a part of me that had never been more ashamed in my life, but the part control the actions of my body at this time wanted only to show it off.

I spread my legs and, when my fingers reached the floor, I stood on my tip toes.

“Look at how wet she is. Let me take care of you, honey.”

I looked back through my legs and saw him taking out his penis. That’s when what I was doing sunk in.

“Uh, no touching. Sorry.”

I straightened up and left, heart pounding.

I passed by two other coworkers, both male, and left them standing with jaws slack as I darted into my office and sank into my chair.

I was so horny, but a small crowd soon gathered outside my door. I wasn’t so far gone by then that I was willing to let them see me get myself off, no matter how great my need.

Jim appeared a few minutes later.

“Okay, show’s over for the moment, folks. Please disperse.”

A lot of people passed by in the next twenty minutes or so, and their eyes inevitably went right to my exposed breasts. No one stopped in, however, and I was able to compose myself somewhat during that time.

At 4pm exactly, I received the last email. The video showed me taking off my stockings, and it zoomed in at the show I was giving between my legs. There wasn’t much left to the imagination.

The message consisted of two words: Conference Room.

End Part 2

Start Conclusion

My attitude was pretty much let’s just get this over with. They’ve taken my clothes and my dignity. What more can they do?

The office was strangely quiet, and I didn’t encounter a single soul on the long walk to the other side of the building. I discovered why when I entered the room. At least two thirds of the firm’s thirty employees were gathered right here.

“All,” Jim said, “Carol lost a bet to me, and it’s time for her to pay up.”

He winked at me. Going along with his story actually seemed to be best. Anything other than a wager, no matter how embarrassing it might be, would be even more humiliating.

I just nodded my head; I was at his mercy.

“First, give us a good look at you. Stand in front of the room and put your arms behind your head.”

As some twenty of my coworkers watched, I walked past them to take a position in front of the dry erase board. With my feet shoulder’s width apart, I raised my hands and locked them behind my neck and let them look at me.

I was fully exposed. My chest with its two exclamation points thrust out in front of me, my slender stomach that showed the barest hint of the outline of my ribs, the soft curls of my trimmed v-shape pubic hair, the slightly parted opening of my clit, and my long, toned legs obscenely emphasizing my nakedness with their lacy coverage were all displayed before them.

I stood like that for quite a while as the crowd drank me in. They had me turn around and stand with my back toward them for a while, too, so that they could get a good, long look at my ass. One of the guys suggested seeing my profile, which led to me having to turn my side to them and eventually lean forward so that my breasts hung down.

It was the single most humiliating experience of my life. I wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Yet even in such extreme mortification, my body betrayed me. I could feel the dampness creeping down my leg, and I had to restrain my hands from touching myself even with all the people watching.

“Okay folks, I have one final task for our naked subject, but I need your opinion first. Should we have her leave the stockings on or take them off?” Jim said.

The debate raged for a while. A lot of the guys really liked the contrast between the covered legs and the rest of me being naked, but, in the end, they decided that completely nude was best.

This time, I didn’t put my foot up in a chair. Instead, I opted to remove the leg coverings as demurely as possible. I slipped off the shoes, and bending at the waist, far the best way since no one was behind me, rolled off first one and then the other.

I now stood one hundred percent completely naked in front of people I work with.

I shuddered.

The next thing that I knew, Jim took me by the arm and led me to the conference table.

“Lay down on the table,” he said.

Doing my best to keep my legs from splaying open, I did as I was told. The cold, hard wood was not comfortable in the least.

“Open up your legs.”

I knew he wanted to see all of me, and I was in no position to resist. I brought my feet back to my thighs and spread my legs.

One by one, they took turns, even the women, looking at my formerly most private place. Now the whole office knew exactly what I looked like between my legs.

Several of them commented on the liquid that was gushing out, making snide remarks about how much of a slut I was to be turned on by this.

Then Jim dropped the final bombshell.

“Okay, Carol, all you have to do now is reach orgasm, and you’re done.”

I couldn’t believe that he would ask that. It’s the single most personal, private thing that a person can do, and he wanted me to debase myself by doing it in front of all of them.

I almost balked.

I had already done so much, though. Every single person in the room had already gotten a complete gynecological view of me. I had no more secrets from them.

Besides, I was so, so horny. The idea began to sound like a good one.

I reached down tentatively with my right hand. When my fingers brushed the sensitive folds of skin of my slit, I gasped. I soon lost all reservation.

I massaged myself. Hard.

My breathing increased, and I lost all ability to stifle my moans.

I knew I could bring myself off by just stimulating myself there, but I wanted more.

I spread my legs even further apart and thrust my fingers inside myself. In and out, in and out, I stroked in rhythm.

I was so, so close to finishing when I heard a commotion, and Andrew appeared in my field of view.

“What in the hell is going on in here?”

No one said a word, and, even though I didn’t want them to, my fingers stopped moving.

Suddenly, I realize what I must look like to him. I’m lying butt naked on a table with my fingers up my pussy while twenty people watch me. He must think I’m a whore.

I removed my fingers, and the tears started falling.

The next thing I know, I feel two strong arms under me, and I’m being carried out of the room. When I open my eyes, he’s putting me down in a chair in his office.

He hugs me, and I use his chest to muffle my sobs. We stay like that for a while until I can get myself under control.

“Carol, I know you’re upset, but I really need you to tell me what happened. Everything.”

The story comes out in fits and starts, punctuated with new bouts of crying, but he’s patient and listens to the whole thing. How they convinced me to strip for them and then the blackmail. Once I finished, he told me to hang on while he took care of something.

He was gone a long time, and he didn’t seem to be in a good mood when he got back.

“Okay,” he said, “They shouldn’t bother you anymore.”

Later, I heard what he had done. Everyone except the six people who had started all this had cleared out by the time he got back to the room. He told them that they could be arrested for the stunt they pulled, and he threatened to call the police. They, of course, agreed to do anything to prevent him from doing so.

By the time Andrew was finished with them, he had pictures of all six of them naked, and let them know that their careers, and for half of them, their marriages would be over if any sign of that video ever surfaced.

All I could think when he entered the room was that he must think I’m the biggest idiot, and the biggest slut, in the world.

“Do you hate me?”

“Of course not. Why would you say that?”

“I put myself in that position. I masturbated in front of my coworkers. I got turned on by all this.”

“Carol, being sexual isn’t a bad thing. Granted, maybe at the office isn’t the best place to explore your feelings in that regard, but there are a lot of people in this world what are exhibitionists. I don’t think poorly of you at all.”

He spent quite a bit of time reassuring me, and, gradually, I began to feel better about myself. As my worries and fears abated, however, I became more and more aware of the facts that I was still naked and that I was still seriously frustrated.

The longer we talked, the more I kept glancing at his crotch. It was obvious that he was aroused as well, but I didn’t know how to broach the subject.

Finally, I decided, screw it, just go for it.

“Andrew, thank you so much for saving me, but there’s one more thing I really need from you.”

“Anything. What is it?”

I smiled and got up.

“This,” I said, and I unzipped his pants.

The End

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Redi's Punishment

Part 1 - Prologue

When Emma and her family moved to the neighborhood, only a few houses down and across the street from me, I had no inkling that it would lead to the most humiliating day of my life.

Though a year younger than me, she was also about to enter her junior year at my high school. She seemed like a nice girl, and I probably should have tried to develop a friendship with her from the start. That would have saved me a lot of embarrassment later.

I, however, had worked hard to develop my social standing. I was queen bee of my grade level and fully expected to expand on my status to become the ruler of the entire high school when I eventually became head cheerleader. To maintain that kind of station, you simply couldn’t let just anyone into your circle. New kids were the worst kind of risk, so I ignored her.

She showed up, however, at a pool party thrown by one of the “in” crowd, Danny Marks. I found out later that his parents had met her mom at the grocery store and extended an invitation. Poor Emma had no idea what she was getting herself into.

As soon as she walked through the gate, every eye was on her, taking in the red hair, the pale skin. She seemed self conscious as she removed her green wrap to reveal her black two piece swimsuit, one much more conservative than any of the other girls, including myself, were wearing. Not that any of us wore thongs or tiny strips of cloth covering our breasts or anything, but we did try to push the limits of what our parents thought were proper. You could at least properly call our suits bikinis.

Emma, on the other hand, exposed almost nothing. There was only a small strip of bare skin visible between her top and bottom and no cleavage showing.

Besides looking like she was going to an old lady’s swim club, there wasn’t too much to ridicule about her appearance, though I was sure that Danielle would find something. The swell of her chest revealed by the tight fitting top, though not quite a match for mine, showed her to be reasonably well endowed, especially considering her trim figure. She was cute, too.

Unfortunately, she was intruding on the area of the elite without an appropriate invite. I could tell that she was stuck as to what to do, probably wishing that someone would introduce themselves. Had I done so, maybe things would have turned out differently.

Instead, I saw Danny and Chuck talking to Danielle. A short time later, they walked toward Emma. I didn’t for a second think that they were being nice, just going to introduce themselves, but I didn’t intervene.

As Chuck stuck his hand out and spoke to her, Danny snuck around behind her. Chuck grabbed her other hand as Danny pulled her bottom down to her ankles, exposing her bright red bush to everyone!

As she struggled to pull away from Chuck, everyone laughed and pointed. By the time she got herself covered, we had all gotten a real good view, and her face turned as red as her hair.

She probably should have left at that point. Instead, she inexplicably chose to jump in the water.

The next thing I knew, Danielle walked up beside me.

“C’mon,” she said, “follow my lead.”

Though I considered myself to be the leader of the group, Danielle wasn’t close behind, and, in order to maintain my status, I sometimes had to go along with her.

With me right behind her, she dove into the water and swam over to Emma and introduced ourselves.

“Emma Harris,” she replied.

She still had a shell shocked look on her face.

“Oh my God!” she said. “I can’t believe that just happened!”

She looked like she was near tears.

“Don’t worry about it too much. It was just their way of inducting you into our little group. They didn’t mean anything by it.”

When Danielle is being sweet, it’s time to get worried, and her voice dripped honey.

I introduced myself and could see her confusion at my name when I told her it was “Redi.”

“It’s a nickname based on my initials, R - E - D. I thought that Red sounded too much like a guy’s name and was inappropriate because I don’t even have red hair. One of the group added an “i” at the end, and that’s what my friends have called me ever since.”

We made small talk for awhile, finding out that her dad had been transferred here from Seattle, that she’d be attending our high school in our grade, and how she came to attend this party. As she talked, she seemed to grow more comfortable and forget her embarrassment.

“Let’s get out of the pool and let me introduce you around,” Danielle said.

We swam to the shallow end, and I could see everyone paying attention as we walked out. A lot of the group, obviously sensing that something was up, made subtle movements to grab their phones.

Danielle motioned for me to take the lead in walking over to one of the larger cliques. Emma followed me.

A few moments later, I heard a gasp behind me. Turning quickly, I saw that Emma’s bottoms were once again around her ankles, and Danielle motioning to me.

As Emma bent over, I’m ashamed to admit that I grabbed her top and pulled it over her head. I guess that I expended a little more effort than I intended because I ended up holding the garment in my hands.

Emma shrieked, stood up, and tried to grab it back from me. I was so surprised that I didn’t immediately let go.

She was now standing, completely nude except for the tiny strip of cloth covering her ankles, with her boobs flopping around as everyone took pictures with their phones, struggling to get her clothes back.

After a few seconds, she realized what a show she was putting on, and she ran to grab her wrap from the chair several feet away, leaving her bottoms on the concrete behind her.

I watched entranced as her bare butt retreated from me as I still held her top in my hand. She quickly threw the dress over her bare body and ran out the gate as everyone laughed behind her.

I felt bad about it as both guys and girls congratulated me throughout the day. In the end, though, I found the fact that I solidified my status as queen bee more important.

Part 2 – Punished!

Two weeks later, I was so busy planning my own pool party that I had forgotten my guilt altogether. I had been so surprised, and pleased, when my mom had suggested that I host a pool party. She usually only let me have parties for my birthday in January.

Mom was super helpful in getting everything together even to the point of taking the day of the event, Wednesday, off work; she baked, gave me money to buy refreshments, and assisted with setting out drinks. I shocked me, then, when, just after the last of the guests had arrived, she boomed out “Rebecca Elizabeth Doughtry!”

She only used my full name when I was in serious trouble. I quickly tried to think of what I possibly could have done wrong.

Nothing came to mind. We’d gotten along all morning, and I had done everything on my list. I wore one of my Mom-approved swimsuits.

I turned to her with a questioning expression. She looked mad.

“Young lady, step out onto the diving board.”

A weird order, but you don’t question my mom when she’s in a mood. I immediately did as she told me, walking to the far end of the pool and then back toward her on the bouncing surface.

“It is my understanding,” she said, “that one of our neighbors attended a party recently and, at that party, was humiliated by having her clothes ripped off. It is my further understanding that you participated in this humiliation. Is this correct?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I find this information to be quite disturbing. Can you even imagine the embarrassment and humiliation that this poor girl suffered?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Really? You can?”

She apparently didn’t want a “yes” answer.

“No ma’am.”

“Well, you’re not going to have to be able to imagine it. You’re going to experience it.”

Huh?

“Throw me your top.”

“Mom! You can’t be serious!”

This is the woman who insists on going shopping with me to make sure that I don’t buy anything too revealing, and now she’s telling me to take off my clothes in front of twenty people, half of them guys. It must be a joke.

“Do it this instant, young lady! Resistance and back talk will only make things worse for you.”

I was completely stunned, but, when she used that tone of voice, I knew she meant it. I tentatively reached behind my back, keeping my movements slow in the hope that she would change her mind or tell me she was kidding.

I unlatched the catch with one hand while using the other to secure it to my chest. Still no sign from her for me to stop.

As I shrugged the straps from my shoulders, she looked like she was growing impatient, and I realized that this was for real. She intended to make me do it.

I kept most of my breasts covered with one arm while using the other to take the top fully off. My mom held out her hand, and I chucked it in her direction. It fell in the pool.

Mom told Danny to get it for her, and he quickly dived in and retrieved it. When she finally had it in her hand, she turned back to me.

“Drop your hands.”

“Mom! Please! You can’t; everyone will see my breasts.”

“Did everyone see Emma’s breasts?”

I had to answer.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Then they’ll see yours too.”

It was one of the hardest things that I ever did. I dropped my arms to my side revealing my young boobs to all my peers.

She left me to stand like that for a while as she said nothing. I lowered my eyes, but I could still feel them staring at me.

I heard murmurs near me and could barely make out the word “nipples.”

I focused on that particular part of my anatomy and found that they were sticking straight out. Why were they doing that?

“Look at me, Rebecca,” Mom said.

I did.

“Did everyone see other parts of Emma?”

No! She wouldn’t!

“I had nothing to do with that!”

“Answer the question.”

“Yes ma’am, but…”

“No ‘buts.’ What other parts did they see?”

I didn’t want to elaborate.

“Everything.”

“Give me your bottoms,” she said.

I wanted to argue, to protest, anything, but I knew that it would do no good.

Not believing that this possibly could be happening to me, I hooked my thumbs under the aqua waist band.

I looked at Mom with my widest puppy dog eyes, imploring. She met mine with her sternest glare.

I pushed slowly down.

Inch by inch, I exposed more and more of my sparse, blond landing strip to the enraptured audience.

The garment finally cleared my thighs, and I let it drop to my ankles. Even though it wasn’t covering me at all anymore, it hurt to step out of it, to give up totally my last vestige of clothing.

Mom waited, though, so I did it. I reached down, grabbed it, and threw it to her, wincing at the jiggling the motion imparted to my boobs. At least, the garment made it to the tile near her feet this time.

Then I stood there, naked, arms by my side, as my friends stared at me.

I couldn’t believe it. They were seeing me totally nude, my boobs, my bush, my butt, even a small part of my nether lips before they disappeared between my legs.

Then I noticed that a couple of the guys had taken out their phones and were subtly snapping pictures.

“Mom! The guys are taking pictures of me. Please make them stop!”

“Did they take pictures of Emma?”

I had to answer.

“Yes ma’am, but…”

She glared at me, and I knew that I had lost that battle as well.

Mom spoke up again, addressing the group rather than just me.

“I’m going inside now. You can look all you want; she is not to cover herself in any way. There is to be no touching.”

She made eye contact with each of the boys.

“I know that most of you were not blameless in what happened to Emma, but you are not my children to punish. If, however, there is any – any – violation of the no touching rule, I will personally see to it that you are severely disciplined.”

With that she turned and left.

As soon as I saw her back, I jumped into the pool, glad for the cover of the water. It was my intention to stay in the deep end until everyone left.

I was literally shaking from my experience, stunned that anyone, much less all the boys in my peer group, had seen me like this. I clutched the side of the pool using the wall to hide my front from even an underwater view as the boys gathered around me.

“C’mon, Redi, turn around. Your mom said that we could look.”

There were more and more voices clamoring for me to give them a show, but I ignored them. They’d have to be content with seeing my bare behind. If I could have hidden even that part, I would have.

I looked over at the girls, hoping that they would come to rescue me. I noticed Danielle get up and stride purposely into the house. I couldn’t help but wonder why. Moments later, my mom marched out, followed by my “friend.”

“Rebecca Elizabeth, what do you think you are doing?”

I know that she said that the boys could look all they wanted, but did that really mean that I had to let them?

“Swimming?”

I couldn’t keep the questioning tone from my voice.

“You’re hiding. Get up here, now.”

I wanted badly to swim to the shallow end to use the steps there, but I couldn’t risk angering her further. Instead, I climbed up the ladder on the side.

The boys were all right behind me, and I shuddered to think about the view that I was giving them. Ignoring the hoots and hollers behind me confirming my guess about what they could see, I got out of the pool as quickly as I could and went over to my mom, deliberately keeping my hands clenched at my sides.

My mom pulled up a chair and sat down.

“Over my lap, young lady.”

I just stared at her. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t!

“Don’t make me tell you again.”

I was crying before the first blow landed on my tender bottom. Ten times hard smacks resounded. Ten times, I screamed out, more from the humiliation than from the pain. Not only was I naked in front of simply everyone, they were seeing my mom spank me like a little child. I also couldn’t help from squirming, and, with the guys all gathered around by my ankles, I knew they were getting great views of all my feminine charms.

After the last strike, she unceremoniously dumped me on the ground.

“If I catch you hiding again, you will regret it,” she said and went back inside.

I stood up. Not knowing what to do, I let them look at me.

I can’t imagine what a sight I made. Eyes red from crying, shoulder length blond hair dripping wet, a blush covering my entire body, and, oh yes, completely naked. They could see simply everything.

I knew how all the guys had wanted to get even a glimpse of my breasts, easily one of the biggest sets in the school. Now they were not only seeing them all but getting an extended viewing, and, worse still, they were seeing my most private areas – my hair and my behind.

I wished that a hole would open in the earth and swallow me.

Then Danielle approached us.

“I think,” she said, “that, since your mom said the boys could look all they wanted, they’d like to see a little more.”

I mouth opened, but I couldn’t make any words come out. What more could they possibly want to see? I was already naked; there was nothing left for me to take off.

“Sit down,” she said.

I reluctantly complied, bringing my knees up to my chest.

“Now spread your legs.”

I shook my head.

How could she ask me to do something like that?

“Very well,” she said.

She raised her voice.

“Mrs. Doughtry,” she called.

“No, please! Don’t!”

“Spread your legs,” she said.

Before, the guys had gotten brief peeks of my girl parts. Danielle was telling me to blatantly expose myself to them, and I had no choice but to do what she said.

If I was humiliated before, I didn’t know of a word that could possibly describe what I was as I meekly acquiesced.

The bright sunlight illuminated every part of me as Danielle adjusted my position. She had me lean back slightly with my hands down behind me, the hot tile burning my palms, butt, and the soles of my feet. Then, she had the boys line up like they were about to enter a ride at the fair, though this attraction held much more interest for them than such juvenile pursuits.

One by one they came and inspected my most private parts close up, taking pictures with their camera phones and making rude comments.

“She’s enjoying this,” Brandon said. “Look. She’s soaking wet.”

“I just got out of the pool, asshole.”

“And you’re nipples are hard because it’s so cold outside? What about that smell?”

As if I couldn’t get more embarrassed. I prayed that this ordeal would end soon.

“I think that she should take care of her little problem and let us watch,” Danny said.

There were shouts of agreement from all the boys and some of the girls.

“C’mon, Redi, just stroke those huge tits of yours,” Danielle said.

I had never been so horny in my life! If I started doing that, I would never be able to stop before I went all the way, and there was no chance that I was going to give any of these jerks the pleasure.

“No!”

“I’ll call your mom…”

“Go ahead. She said for me not to cover up, and I’ve went above and beyond.”

“You’ll do it or…”

Just then, I saw my mom in back of the crowd.

“Or what?” Mom said.

Danielle stammered to a halt.

“Okay, I think you’ve all had enough fun for one day. I want you cleared out of here in five minutes. Rebecca, you come inside.”

She had me sit, still naked, across from her at the dining room table.

“Young lady, I have never been more disappointed in you than I was when I heard about your part in what happened to that poor girl. I could barely contain my anger the last couple of weeks, but I felt that only way to truly get through to you was to do something dramatic.”

For the first time since all this started, I broke down into tears. Though I fight with her sometimes, I hate to have her think badly of me.

“Rebecca, you’ve always been a good kid, made good grades, behaved compassionately towards others. Since high school and your pursuit of popularity, you’ve kept up with the schoolwork, but you’ve lost any sense of gentleness and sweetness.”

She paused.

“How awful was that situation for you? Having all your friends witness you being punished?”

I shuddered.

“Think how much worse it would be if you were new in town, intimidated, just trying to make friends, maybe shy about your body, and you’re humiliated beyond belief.”

For the first time, I really put myself in Emma’s shoes, thought about how she must have felt.

“I need to apologize to her, don’t I?”

She nodded her head.

“Okay, I’ll get dressed and go over there now.”

I really dreaded this. How do you begin to say you’re sorry for what I helped subject the poor thing to.

“Should you get dressed?” Mom said.

“Huh? You can’t mean that you want me to go over there naked. I have to walk down the street, go into a strange person’s house.”

“I’m not telling you anything. You do what you think is best. I don’t, however, worry overly much about your safety. It’s less than the length of a football field from our door to theirs, and I’ve met her family.”

I hated the “do what you think is best” crap! She should tell me what to do.

My first inclination was to run up to my room and put on some clothes. On the other hand, I could only imagine Emma’s reaction when I showed up at her door. She probably hated me. At least being naked would show her that we have something in common. It did make a strange kind of sense.

Besides, there was a part of me, a minuscule, tiny, sliver of a part, that found the concept a little thrilling.

“Maybe I should go just topless, since I was the one responsible for exposing her breasts and had nothing at all to do with the rest.”

Mom raised her eyebrows.

“Fine!”

I stood up, and my mom walked over to me.

Hugging me, she said, “I’m proud of you for doing the right thing. I didn’t like doing this to you today, but I can only hope that it made you a better person.”

I walked to the front door before I started crying again.

Part 3 – Emma’s House

It hit me that I was about to walk out onto a public road, my street, completely, one hundred percent, naked. I blushed at the thought.

I looked out the small inset window and studied the street. There were no cars in sight, and no one was walking down the sidewalk. It was, after all, early afternoon on a weekday.

Hesitantly, I opened the door and stepped out. I kept my hand on the door as long as I could, ready to dash back in should a neighbor appear outside. The coast stayed clear, however, and I reluctantly walked out into my front yard.

My mom hadn’t said that I couldn’t cover myself, but I kept my hands, clenched into fists, at my side. I was afraid of what they might start doing of their own accord if put within reach of any of my erogenous zones.

I can’t adequately describe how both terrifying and thrilling it felt. Here it was the middle of the day with the sun shining, and I was walking down the sidewalk bare ass naked. Anyone could be looking out a window anywhere near me could see all of me, my large boobs, my trimmed blonde curls, my butt.

As much as I wanted to be inside with my body covered, I also didn’t want to reach my destination. Out here under the clear blue sky, it was possible someone would look outside or pass by in a car and see me; when I got to Emma’s house, it was a virtual certainty that someone would, and, once there, I would have to face someone whom I behaved so badly towards. Would she hate me, yell at me, try to humiliate me?

It didn’t take nearly long enough for me to reach opposite her house. Each step, no matter how slowly I took them or how short I made them, drew me inexorably closer.

I stepped off the sidewalk onto the much cooler grass and looked both ways down the street out of habit. I was so hyper aware of my surroundings that the safety precaution turned completely superfluous, but I did it anyway.

Then I was on the concrete once again, this grade much rougher than the sidewalk. I couldn’t believe that my mom made me do this. The only thing that kept me moving towards that front door was the thought of what I would look like if I stood still.

My feet touched grass again, Emma’s lawn. I almost whimpered as I reached her porch, barely restrained myself from rebelling as I rang the doorbell, and stood quivering as I waited for a response.

Her mom didn’t seem surprised to see me or by my nude state. My mom must have called.

“Redi, come in please. I’ll call Emma down.”

She sounded stern but not unkind. She led me into the living room where a young man turned from the television to stare at me with wide eyes.

You would think that I reflexively covered myself to shield my nakedness from him, but I didn’t. I could only stand there, frozen, as he gawked at me.

Even in my mortification, I couldn’t help but notice his looks, unruly dark black hair, well defined but not too bulky muscles straining his shirt, a good face. He was obviously a year or two older than me as well, just the type of guy I typically swoon over, and I had to meet him like this.

“Who are you?” he asked.

He probably wasn’t getting enough blood to his brain to be able to ask the most obvious question, and I wasn’t going to volunteer information. I wanted to see Emma, apologize, and run from the house as soon as I could.

“Redi.”

“I can see you’re ready for something, but what’s your name?”

I get that kind of remark a lot. Usually it annoyed me. I was too mortified to think much of it at the time.

“Brian! You’ll have to excuse my son. He seems to have lost all his manners.”

She turned to the young man.

“She’s here to apologize to Emma. Her state of dress is part of her punishment.”

“Oh, this is one of those little…”

He looked at his mom, and his voice trailed off. He looked me in the eyes.

“I don’t like seeing my little sister in tears. You are a reprehensible…”

That’s all I heard before I started wailing.

I’m not usually much for crying, typically abhorring girls who use it to get out of anything distasteful, but he added that one last drop of water that caused the dam to break. Today, I had lost my dignity and my social status, been forced to strip naked and spread my legs in front of my friends, and now the brother of someone I harmed was calling me a horrible person. It was too much.

I didn’t register anything for a while, standing there with my hands clamped over my face, tears streaming down. I remember arms embracing me and bright red hair, being led upstairs.

“Are you okay?” Emma asked after I recovered enough to look around.

She was still hugging me, but we weren’t in the living room anymore. From the pictures of Taylor Lautner on the wall, I assumed it was her bedroom.

I didn’t want to pull away fearing it would offend her given that I was here to beg her forgiveness, but I felt awkward being so close to her while I was naked. Luckily, she broke her grip and stepped back.

“Emma, I am so, so sorry for what happened.”

Her eyes showed a flash of pain if only for an instant, and I started tearing up again. She quickly embraced me again, patting my back.

“It’s okay. I forgive you.”

“How can you?”

I don’t know how she understood me, I was crying so hard.

“I just can.”

Then she started the waterworks too. I don’t know how long we stood there like that, hugging and comforting one another, but my legs were tired when we finally broke.

There’s nothing like a long cry together to bring you close to someone.

“So, definitely Team Jacob, I see,” I said.

That broke the ice, and we discussed the relative merits of both the fictional Edward and Jacob and the actors who played them for quite a while.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re naked?” she finally asked.

I told her about the party, about the punishment, how humiliated I felt. She’s the last person I expected to react sympathetically, but that’s exactly what she did. Every new detail brought an “oh no,” and she put her arm around me when I teared up again.

“I can’t believe that your mom made you do that. You had it so much worse than me. All they got was a couple of quick glances.”

I didn’t mention the pictures.

“I don’t know,” I said. “What’s worse, being stripped naked in front of a group of supposed friends or in front of a group of strangers that you hope can become friends? We weren’t very hospitable. I can only imagine how horrible it must have been for you.”

We hugged, the shared misery of our experiences creating a bond.

“Can you answer me a question truthfully?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Did you find it, um, exciting at all?”

She blushed as she figured out what I meant. I could tell that she didn’t want to answer, but she ended up nodding her head.

“It’s so weird,” I said. “Ever since this whole thing started, I’ve been so…you know. I can hardly stand it. Being naked in strange places, having guys look at me…”

I shivered.

Just then, there was a knock on the door that briefly preceded it opening. Brian and Mrs. Harris stepped into the room.

“Redi, Brian would like to say something to you.”

He looked me in the eyes, but I could tell it was a strain for him not to let his gaze wander.

“I behaved deplorably earlier. You obviously came over here in order to try to make things right, and I should have been gracious instead of rude. Can you please forgive me?”

Before I could answer, Emma broke in.

“He can be an awful pain in the butt sometime, but he’s a good big brother. It near about killed him to see me hurt and not be able to do anything about it.”

I feared choking up again and could only nod my head.

“Good, now that that’s settled, would you like to stay for dinner?” their mom asked.

I nodded again, not even thinking about my state of dress. Emma came to my rescue, or tried to.

“Great. She can borrow some of my clothes.”

“Nonsense, she probably wants to continue her punishment. I know how one of you would feel if you weren’t able to finish making amends for a wrong that you committed.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was expected to eat dinner with this family while naked?

“Redi, I’ll call your mom and let her know the arrangement.”

With that, they left the room, and Emma and I were alone once again.

“Does your mom hate me?”

“No. In fact, she didn’t give me any sympathy at all over what happened, told me to stop being a baby.”

“Why would she do that then, insist on me remain undressed?”

“She probably thinks it’s funny; her background is rather unusual, and she’s not too uptight about nudity.”

At least no one seemed to be mad at me.

“Look,” she said, “you don’t have to stay. I’ll understand if you want to go home and get dressed.”

She looked so disappointed by the prospect, though.

“No. I’ll stay.”

Even with what I had gone through today, I didn’t feel that the scales had tipped to her favor yet, and, truthfully, I still felt tingly from her brother staring at me.

Besides, I was having fun with her. She was so sweet. In the past couple of years, I calculated the advantages of each relationship that I cultivated and had to watch my associates closely so that they never got a hand up on me. It was nice to hang out without all the politics.

We talked for a while longer when, as dinner time grew quite close, I had an unsettling realization.

“Your mom isn’t going to want me to get dressed even when I leave, is she?”

“Probably not, sorry. Is it a big deal? You already walked over here like that.”

“It’s just that my dad will be home. I can’t imagine having him see me like this.”

I’d always be Daddy’s little girl. I’d prefer that anyone in the world besides him see my big girl body.

“Oh!” she said, suddenly excited, “Why don’t you stay the night? A sleepover would be so much fun!”

How could I say no to that? Besides how devastated my new potential friend would be, it was a choice between making the naked trek home while my dad’s there and when the neighborhood is buzzing with people coming home from work or spending the night naked but going home when there were many fewer prying eyes around.

I agreed. Emma ran downstairs to get permission, and, just like that, I was committed to remaining stark naked for at least another fifteen hours. How did I get myself into this mess?

Since I was going to stay here for the night, however, there was something that I had to take care of.

“Emma, would you mind terribly if I used your shower? I haven’t cleaned off the chlorine yet, and I feel nasty.”

She pointed me to the bathroom, and the first thing that I noticed was the huge garden tub. My thoughts immediately turned to taking a nice, long bath. A good soak was sure to take away some of the tension I felt.

I noticed the odd setup with three doors leading to the small room, one to her room, one presumably to the corridor, and the final one probably to another bedroom. Being an only child, I didn’t even consider locking the doors.

Once I had ran the water, I gingerly dipped myself into the scalding fluid. It felt heavenly. I leaned back and let me mind drift.

Usually, a good hot bath wipes all stressful thoughts out of my mind. This time, however, I couldn’t keep from reliving the events of the day. Instead of focusing on the bad parts, though, all I could concentrate on was how aroused they made me.

As I laid there, eyes closed, my naked skin immersed in the torrid water, each replayed scene of humiliation increased my need. Without considering what I about to do, my hands found my button and began manipulating it. Soon, I spread my legs wide and went at it fast and furious.

That’s when I heard a noise, and my eyes popped open.

Brian stood there, stunned, staring at me.

I just thought before that I had never been more embarrassed in my life. The worst part was that, even after I realized he was watching me, it took me a while to stop. I had been so close.

He came to his senses first.

“I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “It’s my bathroom, too, and the door wasn’t locked.”

I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t even move.

“I should leave, huh? I’ll do that.”

He turned and left.

Had that really happened? Had my friend’s cute older brother caught me playing with myself?

I could die. I wanted to run from the house screaming.

Instead, in almost a state of shock, I got up, toweled off, and went back to Emma’s room. I collapsed onto her bed.

I don’t know what the expression on my face looked like, but it must have frightened her.

“Redi, what’s wrong? What happened?”

How do I tell her? It was too embarrassing.

“Brian.”

That was all that I could get out of my mouth.

“What about him?”

I couldn’t answer.

“Just a sec,” she said, and then left.

I don’t know how long she was gone; I wasn’t capable of rational thought.

Then she was back, hugging me.

“Oh honey, it’s okay. Everybody does it. What with all the excitement of the day, no one blames you, and I promise that he’ll never tell anyone. Besides, you don’t want to know how many times I’ve caught him doing the same thing.”

Considering how aroused I was, the thought of him handling himself didn’t help me any. In fact, I groaned at the image in my head.

Before Emma had a chance to respond, however, we heard a noise from downstairs.

“That’s Mom,” she said. “It’s time for dinner.”

Part 4 - Evening

My legs shook as I stood up. I simply couldn’t imagine facing Brian again after what he had seen in the bathroom.

I tried to speak, to protest, but I still couldn’t find any words. Emma took my hand and led me out of the room.

I stumbled after her numbly, concentrating solely on putting one foot in front of the other. I kept my eyes down, staring at the floor as we descended the stairs and journeyed into the dining room.

“Hi, honey. This must be your new friend, Redi.”

The strange voice broke me out of my stupor, and my head darted up. I had completely forgot about Emma’s father when I accepted her invitation, and he was now staring at my nude body.

I wanted to scream, cover myself, run away, something. Instead, I just stood there.

“It’s nice to meet you,” he said.

To be honest, he wasn’t leering at me, and he smiled.

“Likewise.”

It was all I could get out.

Mrs. Harris walked into the room.

“Please have a seat, dear,” she said. “What would you like to drink?”

There were chairs at the head and foot of the table, one on the side nearest me, and two on the opposite side. I noticed that all the place setting had full glasses except one of the two that were together and quickly figured out that that must be my spot.

I moved quickly to sit down, grateful to be at least partially covered, especially when I was able to drape the large cloth napkin over my lap.

“Coke would be great.”

They all sat down and began dishing up food like it wasn’t the least bit unusual to have a nude teenager dining with them. I could only think about my nakedness, though, as I reached for the mashed potatoes.

Throughout the whole meal, I couldn’t get it out of my mind.

I felt like I was shouting “hey, everyone, here are my boobs! Do you like them? See how nice and jiggly? How about those hard nipples, huh? Can’t ya tell I’m excited to be here?”

It was torture keeping up polite conversation as I grew more and more aroused. I was acutely aware that I hadn’t been able to finish what I started earlier.

While Mr. Harris was quite polite, I caught Brian staring at me with an open mouth and slack look on his face a couple of times. Once, his mom had to nudge him.

You would have thought that it would have made me feel uncomfortable, his ogling. Instead, it only made me more horny.

Even though the wood table concealed my nether regions from everyone except Emma, I kept my legs clenched and didn’t move the napkin until near the end of the meal.

For about a half hour, I had sat there, chewing while barely tasting the food, growing more and more aroused as Brian gaped at my bare breasts. Then, sitting across from me, Brian accidentally dropped his fork.

I didn’t plan it. Really, I didn’t; it was involuntary. When he bent over to retrieve the utensil, I used the napkin to wipe my mouth and then spread my legs wide. Emma gasped as she noticed what I did.

I heard a thump, and the table rattled. That made me realize what I had done. I snapped my legs together and dropped the napkin to my lap.

“Are you okay?” Mrs. Harris asked.

For a second, I wondered if I should respond. Fortunately, I figured out that she was talking to Brian. He had hit his head.

Brian sat up, and I couldn’t help but notice how red his face was. He stared at me as he answered his mom.

“Yeah. Just clumsy. No big deal.”

Why had I done that? If he didn’t think that I was a slut after the bathtub incident, he surely did now.

“It looks like everyone is about done with their food,” Mrs. Harris said.

She gestured at Emma.

“If you’ll join me in the kitchen to help grab the dessert, the rest of you can adjourn to the living room.”

I started to panic at what that would mean. Me, alone, naked, with two men.

“I can help too,” I said.

“Nonsense, you’re a guest.”

It sure was hard to contradict Emma’s mom.

I was the last one to get up, and, when I saw the mess that I had made on the wooden chair, I was glad of it. I used the napkin to clean up my juices and hoped that they washed them in between uses.

I padded into the living room to find both Brian and Mr. Harris already seated with not even the television on to distract them from me. I could feel their eyes on me as I walked into the room.

I wanted badly to sit; it would have made me feel a lot less awkward. I couldn’t help think, however, about how badly I was leaking, and all the chairs in the room were fabric.

I stood there, hands by my side, trying to engage the two them in conversation and not think about how exposed I was, for what seemed like forever until the dessert finally arrived.

Mrs. Harris saw me still standing and grinned. She handed me a plate with a piece of chocolate cake on it and said, “Just a second, dear. I’ll be right back.”

True to her word, it didn’t take long for her to return, this time holding a dishtowel in her hand. She spread it out on a chair and gestured for me to sit.

I blushed as I realized that now everyone knew about my condition.

Could things get any worse?

The cake was delicious, and I couldn’t help but moan as I took a couple of bites. Then, I noticed Brian gawking at me, and I recognized how the sexual the sounds I had been making could have sounded. I didn’t eat anymore.

Mercifully, Emma’s parents finished their desserts quickly and didn’t stay to chat. In no time at all, they had said goodnight and retired to their room.

“I saw the look that Dad was giving Mom,” Brian said. “They won’t be back out tonight.”

“Brian!”

“What? They have an active sex life. They’re proud of it.”

Emma glared at him.

“I only mentioned it to let Redi know that she can get dressed if she wants.”

I was about to gratefully accept the offer of clothes when Emma spoke up.

“Remember what Mom said? Surely, she doesn’t want to give up now.”

Huh?

I could only think that she wanted me to be punished more. Knowing that I deserved it, I could only nod my head.

“Let’s watch a movie,” she said, her voice almost squeaking with excitement.

She pulled the ottoman over to the middle of the couch and indicated that I should sit there. Then she directed her brother to sit next to me on the right side. She sat on my left after placing a disk in the DVD player.

“What are we watching?” Brian asked.

“A movie that Mom and Dad watch a lot.”

After the player finished booting up, a nude woman with huge breasts and her spread legs facing the camera appeared on the scene. We all watched as a man sitting at the foot of the bed directed her to masturbate, and she did.

None of us said a word.

As the woman’s breathing became more and more erratic, I felt a hand gently stroking my right leg.

“Oh, your skin is so soft,” Emma said. “Brian, feel her thigh.”

I wanted to protest. I started to speak, but she put a finger to my lip.

I looked up to see her glare at her brother. I turned my gaze to him. How did he read my expression? Panicked? Pleading?

He must have seen encouragement because he did as she asked. I now had two hands caressing my bare body.

Her fingernails tickled as they traced up and down my leg, a sharp contrast to the slightly rough texture of his fingers.

As the lady on TV plunged a huge dildo into herself, I realized that I didn’t want them to stop. I moaned softly.

Emma’s hands moved to my breast, gently tracing patterns all over my right boob, softly circling my nipple.

“Oh, you should feel her breast. It’s even softer,” she said.

He didn’t need quite as much convincing this time. As he moved his hand up my body, I felt Emma withdraw hers and stand up. I watched her cross the room and sit in the recliner.

That seemed to signal to Brian that we weren’t playing around anymore. He began to fondle me passionately. His hands were all over my chest, caressing, squeezing, teasing my nipples. It felt so good.

For a moment, I wondered if I was ready for where this could be going, but, to be honest, I was too far gone at that point to care. I had spent the day naked, aroused, and frustrated. All I wanted was to find release.

While I appreciated his efforts at foreplay, I sincerely did not need it. I grabbed his right hand and put it between my legs. He took the hint.

I came almost as soon as his fingers brushed my clit, and he kept manipulating my sensitive folds of flesh until I was gasping for air. The respite only lasted briefly, however. I barely had time to calm my breathing before the most wonderful thing happened – I felt his tongue gently stroking my clit.

He was kissing me. Down there. No boy had ever done that for me, and it felt fantastic.

Even though he took his time trying to build up to it, I was far to aroused to be brought along slowly. All too soon, I once again panted with exertion, my hands clutching for purchase on the smooth surface of the couch, my back arching as waves of pleasure hit me.

Brian let me recover a little longer this time before continuing. This time, he skipped all preliminaries and went straight for the prize. I felt his two fingers enter me, and I gasped.

I held out as long as I could, enjoying sensations only previously experienced as self generated. I must say that this whole sex thing, even if this wasn’t “all the way,” lived up to the hype.

As I was catching my breath again, he cuddled up next to me, his body cool in comparison to the hot and sweaty mess that was mine. It felt so good to bury my head into his chest.

I don’t know how long we laid like that, but, eventually, the sexual buzz wore off, leaving me drowsy. I don’t remember much after that.

Part 5 – The Next Morning

I woke up the next morning in a strange bed with an arm draped over me. I had three immediate questions – where am I, who am I with, and why am I naked?

It came back to me quickly. I was still at Emma’s and apparently sharing the bed with her. I gently pushed her arm off me. She murmured something and turned over. She didn’t wake up though.

I heard movement in the bathroom and realized the sound of water shutting off had been what woke me up. Brian must have just finished a shower.

Trying not to disturb her sleep any more, I eased out of the bed.

Then, I remembered the rest, what had happened with Brian last night as Emma had watched. Oh God, he must think I’m a total slut.

I waited until I heard the door to his room open and close before I entered the bathroom. I then gave him a few minutes before I lightly knocked.

“Enter,” he said.

I peeked around the edge of the door. He stood in front of his closet wearing red boxers and a plain white tshirt.

“Redi! How are you this morning?”

“Still naked.”

“Just the way I like you,” he said, smiling. “Come on in.”

I hesitantly stepped out from behind the door revealing my body to him once again. You’d think that I’d be over any shyness, especially after last night, but, if anything, it was harder this morning.

“In case I haven’t told you before,” he said, “I think you’re absolutely gorgeous.”

He grinned.

“And I’d say the same thing even if you were wearing clothes.”

I couldn’t help but appreciate the compliment, though I couldn’t possibly see how he could mean it. My hair was surely a mess, and I wasn’t wearing makeup at all. I must have looked hideous.

As I stood there, clenching and unclenching my fists, not knowing exactly what to do with my arms, he stared at me, waiting for me to speak. I didn’t know what to say.

“Did you need something?” he finally asked. “Not that I don’t appreciate the visit.”

I needed to know where I stood with him after last night. I know it’s stupid. He’s a college student, and I’m only a junior in high school. Why would he be interested in me? I needed to find out, though. I couldn’t figure out how to start, though.

“I was just, you know, wondering, if, like, you, maybe, you know, might, you know, like…”

“Sorry to interrupt,” he said, “but I have an important question for you. Would you go out with me?”

“Really? You mean it?”

He grinned.

What was wrong with me? First, I acted so wanton last night. Now, I was being way too eager.

“I mean, I guess I could if you want to,” I said. “I’ll have to check my calendar.”

“Can you please check and see if you have Monday night open?”

Monday? Why wait so long? He must have seen the disappointment on my face.

“I’m leaving in a few minutes to go visit some old friends for the weekend. If you give me your phone number, though, I’ll call.”

He saved it in his phone.

This was so wonderful! Then, I had a horrible thought.

“I don’t usually go so far, especially before I even get to know a guy. Last night was the most unusual circumstances. You aren’t, you know, expecting more?”

He hugged me.

“Redi, we can go as slow as you want. Really.”

He was apparently running late, so he pretty much kicked me out so that he could get ready. I climbed back into bed elated.

End – For Now

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