"Sorry!" I yell as I jump out of the shadows, right into the light. Half a dozen flashlights flick to me at once. I'm blinded, but I still manage to swoop down and snatch up my apartment keys. All the cops around can see me. They see my scraped knee, my face, my old drama club T-shirt, all of my freshly shaven legs, and my vulva and labia. Then, of course, my entire ass popped up from under my tiny shirt. All the parts of my body that I hated the most were on full display. With my keys and phone clutched in my trembling fingers, I made a run for it, shoulder-checking a cop and nearly tackling him to the ground. One guy grabbed my ankle, but I slipped out of his grip. Another grabbed my shirt. His finger hooked into one of the many holes. I made out with a guy for the first time in this shirt. Punishing me for that cardinal sin, the thing that probably ruined me forever, the hand of justice tore my shirt from my body. For some reason, I didn't care. All I had left was my bra. Actually, I totally skipped out on wearing one tonight. Small titty problems, fuck me. Naked and scampering like some freak rodent, I push the last cop away, kicking him in the face. He probably saw it all, my legs spread, my hoo-ha. Good, let him see, let him know everything about the bitch who got away.
I make it to the exit. I don't care. I keep going out into the parking lot. The campus police cars are staring at me. My pale skin glows red and blue. The cold wind rushes over, prickling my skin with a sudden cold. I feel the weight of my chest, and how the free air feels on my nipples. They bounce a little, I jump to watch them bounce more. I'm under the streetlights, to me it's more like a runway. My shoes, the last thing I have left, bound across the asphalt. I still hear people chasing me, more now. I'm faster than them, I have to be. I have nothing holding me back.
I am a lightning bolt. I slide my bare ass across the hood of the police car. God, that was so cool. I hear people yelling at me, spectators, fans! One of them yells "Spirit Streaker!" One of them snaps a pic of me on their phone. Another is taking a video. I see Hazel and Johnny on a bench outside. Hazel's trying to call me. Johnny's fiddling with his camera. He sees me, hears my new nickname, and immediately sprints to get a better view of me. I dodge him, and by extension, Hazel. I can't let her see me like this, not this happy about it either. I have to get to the apartment first. And somehow, lose all this heat.
My heart kept pumping. I could feel it just as much as I felt the eyes poking holes in my defenseless skin, my lungs begging for a break, my legs sore already. The adrenaline became glue, latching the emotion together, making me borderline high on the bliss. I was a superhero, or maybe a villain? Powerful, unstoppable, deviant, weird, and in a position where everything mattered. So many people saw my ass, my breasts, my vag. Hell, I even posed for pictures. I smiled! It's so obvious my life was over. "Charlie the slut," isn't a nickname I need, but maybe I could survive college if I don't get kicked out for this.
I squeezed through a narrow alleyway, barely fitting. My nipples rub against the brick the whole way, hurting, but sending me into a fit. I bit my lip as I fell out the other side. I got lucky. I knew this place, it's just a little corner behind the student union, with just a trash and picnic bench. I could hide here for a couple of minutes, lose the tail of spectators and killjoys, and then sneak back home, maybe even get there before Hazel.
All I needed was a plan. The only way out was a smart and well-structured strategy to drag my scrawny ass out of this mess. A hot mess, a vile deviant mess who deserves to have her naked body plastered on every wall on campus, to be paraded around as an example of the biggest attention whore in the world. I lasted three seconds before my hand migrated down my stomach, through the bush, and to my fun little lady bits. I collapsed against the wall, still gasping for breath. I slip two fingers into my wet hot soaking cunt. The map of the student union invades my head, nearly killing the mood. On the other side of this wall, the same thing I'm splattered against, panting and cupping my hand against my mouth, desperate to keep the moans from slipping out of my lips, is one of those 24/7 study halls. What if one of them heard me? God, what if one of them saw me? Probably a dozen people locked in silence inside, focused on their papers and whatever, until a sharp little chirp brings them over to the tiny window just a foot above me, and they see this nasty slut fighting to keep her sanity. I imagine a secret admirer, catching the slightest glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye. My fingers hungrily probe the deepest reaches of my pussy. I would do anything to lure anyone into finding me. To have some random guy's cock stuffed in me in this not-so-private place. This secret admirer I imagined would be so rough with me, pinning my dirty body, covered in sticky soda, grass, soil, everything. I was one with nature most pathetically.
I decide to fight with myself. My fingers rub against my clit, sapping every ounce of pleasure from my G-spot. Meanwhile, I try so hard to stay quiet, but it's no use. I'm squealing like a pig. Hell, I'm oinking. I want someone to come by, discover me, and treat me like the lowly animal I am. Put me in a zoo. Trap in a glass case, where everyone can see me, my body, and how much I melt when I give everything else up for the thrill and for the sake of becoming so unbelievably horny and letting it destroy me.
It's over. I can't take it anymore. My body is drenched in sweat. I smell awful. I reek like a pig. The run, fucking myself in his glorified alleyway, everything was close to exhausting me. I couldn't go any longer. The orgasm hits me like a truck. I've never squirted before. I didn't even know I was able to. I painted the pavement, from one side to the other. The whole stream of my release even splashed against the opposite wall. I've never seen a woman turn into a firehouse hose before, but I have now. I've never pissed in public before, does this count? I bite my lip and take a long deep breath. The immediate feeling of relief is euphoric. And why was I having so much fun immediately thinking about how far my stream would go if I were to try again?
"So, uh, you do that here all the time? Cause I eat lunch here too," said the voice of a stranger who has been watching for god knows how long.
