"Look who I found creeping back there," she called out. "Peeping Clint here was hoping to catch a show. What do we say, ya'll want a show"? The girls hooted in the affirmative. "Go on, perv boy. Strip, or I'll tell everyone in school".
Not that he got any attention from girls before, but Jessica telling the school of his shameful act would be a kiss of death. Reluctantly, Clint pulled his shirt over his head. Before he knew what happened, the shirt was ripped from his hands and thrown into the pool. Next, he dropped his pants. They too were tossed with a splash. Clint clenched his boxers and begged to keep some shred of dignity, but the cat calls from the girls over powered his pleas. Without a word, the boxers were ripped down his thighs from an unknown assailant behind him.
The girls all hollered and whistled, telling him to strike a pose and twirl for them. Clint tried to cover his privates, but Jessica once again took charge and ordered that his hands remain on his hips. All the attention had gone straight to Clint's head -and not the one on his shoulders. As the girls demanded he thrust his hips, he felt his growing cock slap against his thighs and knew before long he would be sporting a full-on erection. Of course, they all noticed as well and what had started as teasing had turned into provocative prodding.
In fact, they caused such a commotion, they woke Jessica's parents. As a light went on in an upstairs bedroom, Clint panicked and made a break for the tree line while the girls were distracted and hid behind the same tree as before. When Jessica's father stepped out onto the deck, he gave up hope of getting his clothes back and embarked on his daunting task of getting home, naked as the day he was born. It certainly wasn't what he expected for his first time being naked in front of a girl, but he knew he would never forget the experience.
As he tip-toed between parked cars and darkened houses, he replayed the night's events in his head. He was surprised not only by how assertive the girls were to tear his clothes away and the positive, though relentless, praise he received; but also by how turned on he was at being the object of the group's undivided attention. It took a car's headlights nearly blowing his hiding spot to bring Clint's focus back to the task at hand of getting home without being arrested for indecent exposure.
Luckily Clint's house was completely black and he retrieved the spare key from its hiding place on the back porch. As he slinked to his room and fell onto his bed, he finally let out a relieved sigh to have gotten out of his predicament unscathed. In his mind though, he was already looking forward to the next time he could do it all over again.
