“I guess.”
“And, come on, are you telling me you don’t want to her bare ass and tits wobbling down the road in front of you.”
From his look it seemed that Tom definitely did want to see that. It turned out he was sadly an easily converted ally.
“Oh come on guys, I’ve said I’ll get naked in the car. We can stay out as long as you like.”
I was starting to beg, but a part of me already knew I would be doing it. The idea of running up the drive naked with all the people at the party was terrifying, but that was exactly how I’d thought of wearing a bikini just a few weeks ago, and now look at me.
Jim fixed me with his usual grin. “You may as well start taking it off, the quicker you do the quicker we get out of here.”
“Tom, please?” He looked at me, I could see he was caught between his desire to be on my good side and his love of getting my clothes off. Ultimately, although I’m sure he might feel bad about it afterwards, there was no doubt which one would win.
“It is Jim’s car, Claire, so I guess he gets to decide.”
“I can’t believe this.” I was now not begging but whining, they had definitely heard this one before and knew how it ended. So did I, and I was already reaching up to undo my dress. Both boys watched me closely, Jim with a confident smirk and Tom with a look of apologetic interest.
I quickly slipped it down to my waist and then pushed it off my hips, as I bent to pick it up Jim held out his hand.
“I’ll take it.”
“Yes, sir.” I said sarcastically as I handed it over. As I went to unclip the garter belt I felt both sets of eyes take me in. The utility room wasn’t particularly warm and my nipples were rock hard pretty much instantly.
“Why were you wearing that?”
“I thought about stockings, but then once I put the dress on I realised everyone would see them, so it seemed best to not bother.” I shrugged. “But it didn’t seem important to take it off.” I looked up at him as I handed it over. “Is that OK?”
His eyes swept across my body again, now naked except for the tiny pair of black panties. “Fine with me.”
I noted that neither of them had complimented me yet. I hooked my fingers in either side of my underwear, I obviously needed to try a bit harder.
“You sure I can’t keep these on?”
“Of course not.”
I shook my head as if disappointed in them, then smoothly slipped my underwear down my legs and off each foot. I stood up as purposefully as I could manage and handed them to Jim.
At least now I was naked the two of them took the time to stare at me properly. I could see Jim especially fixing his look on my now bared pussy. I had freshly trimmed and neatened my small strip of pubic hair that morning so I knew I looked great, and despite the anger, frustration and mounting dread about what I was about to do, their attention still gave a little spark to my stomach. I waited for a few moments, letting them look and trying to regain more confidence and excitement from it.
Finally, though, I needed to act. The fear was still there, but I decided to face it.
“Now who’s holding things up?”
Jim finally looked back up to my face. “OK, fine, let’s go.”
Tom lead the way and opened the door, Jim gestured for me to follow next and I did so trying not to think too much about what was about to happen. I watched as Tom crept up the drive to the corner of the house, he looked around then turned back and gave the thumbs up. I felt a firm pat on my bottom.
“OK, show time.” Jim’s hand lingered on my bum.
“At least wait till we get in the car, OK?” As ever my attempts to regain the upper hand didn’t quite work.
“Can’t wait,” he replied and gave me a squeeze. I tried to put him out of my mind for now and started forwards towards Tom, who was still watching from the corner of the house. There were no windows along this side so I quickly joined him and peered past his shoulder. The coast still seemed clear.
“Where’s the car?”
“Oh, er. It’s back at my house.”
“What?” We were both whispering, me only just managing to keep it up given what I’d just learned.
“I, er, figured you’d realised.”
I stared at him, I felt so resigned to the situation that this didn’t seem to change things much. I knew I should be outraged, but even acting that way was difficult given how badly we needed to be quiet.
“Sorry, Claire.” Tom did again look genuinely sorry, but it still didn’t really count for much.
“What’s the hold up?” Jim whispered as he arrived.
“Nothing!” I managed an angry whisper in his direction.
“She didn’t know where your car was.”
I didn’t look in his direction, but I assumed Jim smirked first before asking, “all clear?”
“It seems to be,” muttered Tom. It was still true, the light and noise of the party was evident but the curtains were drawn and the street itself was dark and deserted.
“Well, then, Claire. Off you go.” Again I was treated to a grope of my bottom.
“One of you go first!”
“No way, we want to watch you.”
I stood still for a moment. I could barely summon up the will to resist, I was cold and I just wanted to get to safety. My heart was still in my mouth but the idea of arguing any longer was completely unappealing.
“Fine!”
Without thinking much beyond my frustration I stepped forward, and before long I was trotting carefully up the drive. After a few paces I heard Tom and Jim set off behind me.
Once I was in motion and out in the open my nudity felt like much more of an issue. My boobs, bum and, so it seemed, almost every part of me bounced and jiggled as I ran. It made me self conscious of my body in a way I hadn’t been for a while, and I felt visible from miles away. I put one arm across my tits and tried to control their movement somewhat but it was a pretty futile gesture. The only way to really control the wobbling would have been to walk slowly, but that was absolutely out of the question.
I knew I was giving the two guys behind me a good show as I received whispered shouts of encouragement, mostly from Jim and mostly about my bouncing bottom. I tried to ignore them, a part of me still enjoyed the compliments but it just fed my paranoia that every window we passed would be a discovery. I can’t say I was worried about being seen, but I did feel genuine fear about being caught naked by the police. I wasn’t quite sure what they’d do, but if they had an solid excuse to arrest a naked girl no one could be too surprised if they took it.
After a minute or so I seemed to be making good progress. I was still going as fast as I could, accounting for being barefoot and having to anticipate any passers by. Normally the walk back to our houses would have been about five minutes, but I was trying to convince myself that we were already about half way. Then, suddenly and inevitably, we heard the sound of car in the distance.
I stopped and turned to Tom and Jim, who also looked a little worried. As promised they jogged up to me and Tom stood in front of while Jim went behind. I obviously wasn’t completely covered, but it did seem like a car just passing by wouldn’t see much. The car got closer, it’s headlights becoming visible just rounding a bend.