(As told to by Betty Paige)
Hey, Bubblegom here. Did you happen to notice who wrote this chapter? You didn't? Well, it's right up there silly. That's right! Betty wrote this chapter. I asked her to in order to have a more accurate narrative of what happened to her after she was forced to flee Nicole's house stark naked. Now you be nice and don't flame Betty or if you like her better, don't tell me. My fragile ego might not be able to handle it. Mwahaha! So without further ado – here's Betty!
When Sara first asked me if I wanted to tell my story, my first inclination was to say no; primarily because I never thought of myself as a writer. But if there's one thing that I have learned from my relationship with Sara it's to be open to new ideas, so I told her I would give it a whirl.
I never would have believed before I met Sara that I could meet one individual who would play such a major impact on me changing my attitudes toward so many things. For instance, I don't believe I ever really thought about public nudity except when I would have those nightmares that everyone has about being naked in school. And I certainly never knew that I was bi-sexual. I would have denied that to my dying breath.
Sara was correct in her assessment of me on the day we met. Even though I was certainly horrified and also worried about losing my job when she removed all her clothing in the store, I, also on some level hidden deep inside of me at that time, was very excited with it. Later I realized that I was excited about Sara so casually breaking one of society's major taboos – the one concerning public nudity. It not only is a taboo, it is against the law.
I don't want to give you the wrong impression of me. From that day in the store when I first met Sara to Thanksgiving day, I had only been nude in public one time and, of course, that was the day I met Sara. I really couldn't explain it to myself that night when I went home from work how I come to sashay through my public place of employment stark naked, but I think now looking back on it that I had just felt so good from making love with Sara that I didn't care about anything at that particular time. And as I have already mentioned I was sexually excited by it.
Before I begin you need to understand that Sara insisted that I provide a description of myself for all of the readers who might not have as of yet read the chapters I was mentioned in and she also said I was not to be modest. So even though it's going to sound as if I'm egotistic here goes; I'm quite slim, but I think not unattractively so. My breasts are large and my lovers have told me I have beautiful nipples. I have long red hair and, as I already have indicated, a flat stomach and a very narrow waist. My facial features are quite attractive with very high cheek bones, very carefully formed thinned eyebrows and full lips.
Now as Sara mentioned a couple of chapters back, when Nicole's mother walked unannounced into Nicole's bedroom, I had just removed all of Kristin and Nicole's clothing. I was just going to put them in a shower in an attempt to sober them up some. Of course, all hell broke loose at that point. I was relieved to observe Krista and Sara escape and the other girls were grabbing their clothing.
I looked all around the room almost hysterically at the time and I couldn't discover one stitch of my apparel. I suppose I was either so excited I couldn't see it even though I was looking right at it or it had already become buried underneath a lot of other people's clothing.
Nicole's mother continued to scream at the top of her lungs, which of course I found to be very unnerving to say the least and my head was filled with visions of the police arriving and my being arrested, etc. So I panicked. I'll admit it, I panicked and bolted from the room and ultimately the entire house.
I realized later that if I hadn't panicked, I might have been able to discover something of Nicoles' to wear or maybe even her mother's. I'm certain I could have located a long rain coat to wear for instance, but it's too late to cry about that now. I, at least, had the wherewithal to bring my wallet with me on my flight from the She-Devil's house. That's what Sara calls Nicole's mom now – the She-Devil.
When I reached downstairs I didn't know if there might be police on their way right then so instead of going out the front door into who knows what, I escaped through the back door connected to their kitchen. I discovered myself to be in their fenced in backyard and the side gate had a lock on it!
I figured at that point that I had really done myself in, but it turned out to be a good decision on my part. The rest of the young women at the sleepover, excepting of course Kristin and Nicole, were fleeing from the front of the house when the police pulled up with their lights flashing and sirens whining. The girls, some of them still only half dressed, naturally drew the immediate attention of the police, but I'm happy to say that all of them were successful in their attempts to escape.
The fence was about six feet high, but it was just a plain wooden fence and since I'm athletic I didn't have any difficulty in obtaining a foothold and climbing over it; although I'm thankful I didn't get any splinters you know where!
Of course I was now in somebody else's back yard. No matter how much I wished I had grabbed a coat on the way out of Nicole's house it was now far too late to return because of the police who were swarming the house.
You need to realize something and I don't mean this as a putdown. I'm not like Sara as far as being nude in public. I was already horribly embarrassed and it was chilly out besides. Although I do have to admit that I found it to be sexually exciting at the same time. I can't explain any better than that and I also can't explain why I would find it so.
Just then the backdoor of the house opened and several older teenagers (two males and a female) came out! It appeared they were about to share an illicit substance in the form of a small cigarette. A towheaded young man exclaimed upon seeing me, "Oh shit! Look at her."
I was standing there all crouched down attempting to hide my vagina and my breasts, but there's only so much you can hide with two hands. A blonde haired young woman, who appeared to be the first young man's sister, asked, "Hey slut, what's going on here?"
I managed to find my voice and I responded, "Please help me, this isn't my fault. I've lost my clothes and I have to get home."
"Oh, do you need some clothes?" the young woman asked, snickering maliciously. Not waiting for any answer, she began to cry out, "Hey, Mom! Come out here for a minute. A naked slut out here needs some clothes."
Well, if that didn't strike stark terror coursing through my body, I don't know what would. I began to protest attempting to quiet her, but she paid no attention and kept shouting out for her mother. I had little choice at that point except to run around the side of their house toward the front. Luckily there was nobody out front at that particular second so I dashed down the sidewalk and into the back yard of a house several doors down, where I discovered I might have been worse off since there was a young man sitting in a lawn chair reading a book!
He immediately set his book down on the ground, stood up, and smiled at me; as well he should have! It couldn't be everyday that a stark naked female ran into his backyard.
He spoke, "Hello, my name is Matt. What's yours?"
"Betty," I stammered.
"Pleased to meet you," he rejoined.
