"What were you doing in here all by yourself?" Brianne asked with an evil smile. She looked up and down at Amy's body. Amy finally made a move to cover herself up.
"Don't even write where my hands are, everyone knows how I'm posed," she thought. "Oh, well just today in gym I needed a bit of a shower afterwords, that's all," Amy tried explaining.
"Oh yes, and I'm sure a few certain areas were getting just an extra special bit of notice," Brianne guessed. She had probably noticed the hard nipples and puffy lips. Most probably would have no doubt.
"Oh um, no nothing like..." Amy tried to stutter out. She was so embarrassed right now. Yet at the same time she found this embarrassment also horribly exciting. She didn't know if she could continue to stand there with her hand where it was without doing something she might regret.
"So why are you covering up, I thought you wanted to start showing off or something?" Brianne questioned. Amy could only stand and curl her toes in embarrassment. She desperately wished she could be wearing clothes like her tormentor. She felt so silly being naked in front of a fully clothed person.
Tugging though woke Amy from her hypnotic like state. Brianne was pulling Amy's arms away. "What are you doing?" Amy asked.
"You wanted to show off girl, and I just want to see. You have nothing to hide really. I've already seen you a bit, and it's just us girls." Amy didn't move at first, she was much too shy to. "Do it, or I'll drag you out into the hall and show you off to others."
"Oh yes, because I'll believe a threat like that. She would get so incredibly busted for something like that! I mean pulling a girl naked into the halls is something I wouldn't get in trouble for, and she would be suspended easily." Amy wasn't about to act logically though. She was just going to drop her arms in defeat, blushing as Brianne got to look all she wanted.
"Legs wider." She commanded. Amy didn't do anything at first, but a stern look from Brianne got her to shuffle her feet a little apart.
"Let me guess, wider still?" Amy asked herself. She was right, because Brianne did ask for that. "I assume you want to now write my feet are shoulder width apart. I also assume it's still not enough." Amy thought as she shifted her feet even farther apart without having to be told. She continued blushing, thinking about the view she was giving.
"Hands behind your head." Brianne ordered.
"Giving the all common pushed out chest look. Oh my, look at me blush as my pointy nipples and wet lips are there for Brianne's view," she thought in a sarcastic tone as she put her hands behind her head. She did blush, and Brianne was able to look at the pointy nipples and wet pussy. Amy shouldn't be joking. She knew that she was quite exposed and truly embarrassed. Yet her snarky attitude I suppose wasn't going to let me see that part of her.
"This must turn you on a lot. I bet you probably want me to drag you out there anyways." Brianne mocked as she crouched down a little. She put her face only a few inches from Brianne's sensitive and exposed sex. The feel of Brianne's breath hitting her sensitive clit was enough to tell Amy just how close she was.
"I wonder if this is when the lesbian twist comes in. Then again I thought it was going to be Katie, so maybe not yet." Amy thought, but she would be proved to be wrong, as Brianne got up and started to walk away.
"I have to go somewhere. We'll talk soon probably. I can't wait to see you wearing nothing but that blush soon." Brianne said before leaving site. Again alone, Amy was left to her thoughts.
"Skip the reflection and claims of arousal; let's get to the point where I find my clothes are missing."
Just as Amy must have apparently hoped for, her clothes were indeed gone. All that remained was her phone and a note. The note basically said that her stuff would be returned later and to have fun walking out of school like that.
"Of course because I was dumb enough to not use a towel in the shower, and because of bad writing, not a bit of cover is laying around the locker room, right?" All too right, Amy was left with nothing to cover with. Suddenly the stories of girls forced to walk home naked flooded her mind. Of course because of the fun kill she could be, she didn't bother masturbating. She just went straight to call Katie for help.
"Now just openly putting me down in your writing? Something tells me I am getting to you. Here I thought all you writers adored us naked girls. Then again I guess you are the type to happily humiliate and change our lives for no reason too."
"Amy, is that you? Who you talking to?" Katie asked over the phone.
"Bastard. I originally was keeping that in my head." Amy thought to me. However she had a phone call to talk in now. "Oh, no one. Listen I really need your help."
"With what? Where are you?" Katie asked, sounding concerned.
"That awful Brianne stole my clothes, now I'm stuck in the locker room with nothing to wear. I need you to get me clothes or something."
"Oh that sounds perfect actually. Tell you what; I'll drive up to the side of the school. No one should be there now and you can just run out to my car."
"Oh no, please, just come in and bring me some clothes if you could." Amy pleaded.
"Nope. I've made up my mind. I'm going to help you with your little kink. Trust me, you can pull of the short run to the car. You'll love it." Amy didn't get another chance to say anything. The phone was hung up, and Amy was resigned to her fate.
"Only because you're making me. I also like how my own best friend didn't like take me seriously or anything." Amy pondered. Yet she needed to shift gears into prepping herself to her soon to be public naked walk to the car. She had only dreamed of something like this, now she was about to do it. Her anticipation and fear were running wild at this point.
"Well, I've waited long enough. Let me go quick poke my bare head and shoulder out that door." Amy said out loud. Indeed outside Katie was watching the door and saw Amy's bare shoulders and head poke out the door. "My long wet hair flowing down, a look of worry on my face?" At this point, I figured I might as well just stay quiet and let Amy write the rest. Release it as a first person experience. "No thanks Jappio, you can write the rest. I wouldn't want to be attributed to writing something like this."
Seeing no one around quite at that moment, Amy began her first naked run outside. Although a short distance, Amy was in another world. She could feel "the warm sun on her back and the gentle breeze between her legs." Melissa should begin to learn to keep her mouth shut, "My name is Amy I thought?" Amy should begin to keep her mouth shut, because she should be more concerned for her public nudity.
Running in a hunched position, Amy could swear she was running a mile. She couldn't believe just how naked she felt outside. Yet luckily and unluckily, her running came to an end as she scampered inside the passenger seat of Katie's car.
