Hi!
Thank you for reading my story. A couple of points to know:
We've made it all the way to chapter 16, the final chapter of the story's second act. The overall plan is for this story to be told over 25 chapters, 3 acts, of 8 chapters apiece, with a final epilogue in chapter 25. The major purpose of this concluding chapter of the second act is to resolve the plot threads from act 2, and introduce the final act's central conflict, as well as to flesh out the obstacles in the path of resolving that conflict. In other words, wrap things up, and push the narrative to its end game.
I know that it is taking me longer to finish new chapters than it once was, and that is mainly due to my work picking up. I started this story as a challenge to myself to see if I could write it, and if others would like it. I remain 100% committed to finishing this story, but it may take longer than I originally thought.
Events in this chapter pick up the morning after the events at the end of chapter 15.
Thank you for taking the time, and please be sure to vote and offer any feedback you can. If you like what I do, offering feedback is the best thing you can do to help, there is nothing which aids a writer more than seeing the story through someone else's eyes.
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Scott woke up on Tuesday morning with a start. He heard a dreadful buzzing sound, and was unsure whether it was real, or whether it was a dream. Scott looked around his room, and finally located the source of the noise: it was his phone. As soon as he realized this, he jumped out of bed, and glanced at the clock on his desk: 3:30 AM, far too early to wake, even for him.
Scott furiously opened his phone to see who had called him, if someone was trying to contact him at this early an hour in the morning, it must be an emergency, and he feared something terrible had happened. He scrolled through his list of calls, and saw Padme's number. What could she possibly want?
Scott called Padme, and after a short stage wait, her voice came through on the other end.
"Scott?" Padme asked.
"Right here, old thing," Scott said. "Are you okay?"
"Why did you just call me old thing?" Padme asked. "You've never called me that before."
"We've also never spoken at 3:30 in the morning, when I was still half asleep," Scott replied. "I think it's because I was dreaming I was in an episode of the Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry
Jeeves and Wooster
TV show on the BBC, and part of my brain was still in that dream. Now, how can I help you?"
"I have a tiny problem," Padme said. "Can you bring a set of clothes out to Capistrano Cafe over by Felonious Floyd Hall?"
"Sure thing, but why?" Scott asked.
"I prefer to tell you in person, and besides that, I'm stuck out here and it's freezing," Padme said.
"Alright, one set of clothes delivered to Capistrano Cafe," Scott said. "My own clothes okay?"
"Just fine, and if that bundle could include a nice sweater, a coat, some heavy pants, and a pair of shoes, that would great, but I'll take what I can get," Padme said. "Please hurry, Scott."
Scott hung up the phone, dug the required clothes out of his closet, put them in a large bag, dressed himself as rapidly as he could, and dashed out the front door of Maybe Dick Hall bound for Capistrano Cafe as fast as his feet could carry him. Fortunately, due to Chad having Calculus lecture three times a week at Felonious Floyd Hall, Scott knew precisely where Capistrano Cafe was.
As soon as he arrived in front of the cafe, he looked around.
"Scott, over here!" Padme exclaimed, from behind an outdoor table in front of the cafe. Scott raced over to her, and the first thing he noticed was that she was naked. The second thing he noticed was that she had an incredibly lovely body, and that what he had seen of her in her underwear during poker nights didn't do justice to what she looked like without any clothes on at all. Scott silently handed the clothes over to her, and she began to dress, but he couldn't look away. Padme was so beautiful, and when she bent over to try to put on a pair of pants, and he saw her butt-hole poke out from her backside and her lovely pussy lips extend out right underneath, he nearly cummed in his pants.
"I could use some help," Padme said. "These clothes are a little big for me."
Scott turned on his cell phone, and by its light, he did what he could to help Padme get dressed. When they had finished, she was almost completely lost in clothes that were several sizes too large for her, but they would have to do. Slowly, they both started walking back to Maybe Dick Hall, with Scott being careful to positions his hands to keep her pants up, and to keep her covered as much as he could.
"So, it sounds like there's an interesting story behind this," Scott observed.
"Not really, typical college stuff," Padme said, smiling. "Dumb freshman girl drinks way, way too much, and lets her big mouth say way, way too much, and makes a bet she instantly regrets. Can you hang on a minute, I have to pee. Can you help me?"
Scott helped Padme move over to some bushes, and Padme removed the pants she was wearing and handed them over to Scott, and Scott watched as she peed. He could see her lovely butt on one end, and her hairy vagina gushing out piss on the other. She was a really lovely girl, and he couldn't understand how he had never noticed that before.
"This is so humiliating," Padme remarked.
"You are so very lovely," Scott said.
Padme finished peeing, and turned to face Scott, and she thrust her pussy out at him.
"You wanna fuck me?" Padme asked, smiling.
"Oh, hell yes," Scott said. "I'll settle for touching your pussy, though."
"A hero deserves a reward," Padme said. "Go ahead."
Scott ran his fingers through her hairy cunt, and then, he leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. Padme wrapped her arms around Scott, and held onto him for strength.
"Thank God I remembered how early in the morning you got up to go to work," Padme said, as she took the pants back from Scott, and put them on again. "I was left naked with only my cell phone, and after half an hour of panicking and trying desperately to stay warm, I remembered that you would be waking up to go to work in about an hour, so I called you. No one else I know will wake up for at least another five or six hours, and by that time, it will be daylight and people would have caught me naked in a public place. I am such a fucking idiot. Thanks for saving my bacon."
