There was this cute girl, Shirley, who had just broken up with Nathan. Nathan, or “Nuke” as he was often called, was the captain of the football team. Much to the surprise of everyone, rather than a hot cheerleader, Nuke had asked out Shirley, the school’s frizzy-haired, homely nerd. The shallower of the school thought it was doomed to failure, and just three days before the big game, she dumped him.
…or so everyone thought. In reality, Nuke had dumped Shirley. And John Bennett found out why when Shirley invited him to meet her in the locker room. They had a few classes together so he thought she wanted someone safe to talk about Nuke with. He didn’t have anything better to do that night, so he went to meet her.
Shirley waved at him from inside the locker room as he entered, but he was jumped by members of the second string the moment he entered. Being a short, scrawny guy, the beefy football players were easily able to restrain him by the arms.
“What the fuck?!” John exclaimed.
Shirley gave an innocent wave. “It’s the last big game of our senior year. I figured I’d make it memorable.”
“What? How?!”
He got his answer. The big guy on the right lifted his shirt up over his head, trapping his arms. John kicked and growled while the other second stringer repositioned himself to get his sandals and shorts off. They slipped down his legs along with his underwear, then with a hearty yank and forceful untangling of his arms, John was stark naked!
His hands cupped his penis. It wasn’t small, but… Well, it was below-average and only looked medium-size because he was such a small guy. So yeah, he wasn’t exactly happy with others seeing it thanks to one-too-many teasings as a child. Brow furrowing in anger, his eyes flicked to where one of the second stringers shoved his clothes in a locker and locked it up while Shirley studied his naked body from behind her round, geeky glasses with a perfectly practiced innocent smile.
“I figured a streaker would spice up our last game of the year.”
“Why me?!”
She shrugged. “You’re small, weak, and cute. I just thought you’d be an easy target.”
Wow… what a two-faced bitch! One of the second string gave John a pat on his bare, bubbly butt. “Best get a move on!” he said.
Fuck! No way was he streaking the game! But he wasn’t sticking around and getting some ultimatum from asking for his clothes back! He’d take his chances outside! Turning on his heel, John ran, pounding barefoot out of the locker rooms and into the school hallways. With the cover of night and the big game going on, the halls were empty, but he knew he could run into anyone! His hands tightly hid his manhood as he dashed through the halls, trying to think of what he could do to cover himself. He was absolutely pissed, and when he was this pissed…
“Sniff! Hic!”
Dammit… Now here came the tears. A bit desperate at how pitiful he looked, he redoubled his mad dash down the hallway, turning the corner…
And smacking right into something soft and warm that blocked out his vision.
“Whoa! Hey, little guy! What are y’all…”
John looked up, realizing he was in the bosom of Eleanor Fairbreast, generally considered the nicest and bustiest girl in school. She was a senior like him, but he never had any classes with her. John saw her around, but he never felt any interest in talking to her. She was sexy and he couldn’t deny liking her mammoth tits, but that was the limit of his thoughts on her.
The Southern Bell was wearing a simple white camisole, pink pleated miniskirt, and feminine light blue sandals. Her long blonde hair was done up in a high, perky ponytail with a big light blue ribbon. Pretty blue eyes looked down at him through thick-framed horn-rimmed glasses perched on a freckle-covered little nose above her full pink lips. Her camisole was thin and low-cut enough that John’s chin was against bare breastflesh.
The impact had caused one of the straps of her top to fall off her shoulder and she didn’t seem to notice because of the look she was giving him… The collision also resulted in Eleanor reflexively wrapping her arms around him. This combined with the hand on each bare bubble buck cheek meant it only took her a mere moment to figure things out.
There was a fascinated look in her eyes as she realized the boy in her arms was naked… Her pale, freckled cheeks were flushed pink as her fingers gave the dusky skin of John’s bubble butt a subconscious squeeze. Being in the cleavage of such a busty blonde, he also felt his cock give a lurch…
“He ran this way, Shirley!”
“Looks like he needs another push!”
Uh oh… Shirley and her goons had followed him! Eleanor looked at John’s face, then down the hall, her mind hard at work analyzing what was going on based on the clues. But as the footsteps got closer, protective instincts took over. Eleanor looked both ways before she hefted John’s nude body into her arms, holding him against her massive breasts as she ran for the nearest bathroom.
The girl ducked inside the girls’ room and, for good measure, headed into a stall and sat on the toilet. The busty blonde pulled her legs up into a pretzel position, placing John’s naked butt into her lap. Despite being a bit dazed at how she so easily manhandled him there, John still had enough self-awareness to shoot his hands into his lap to cover his dick. As if eager for security (giving or receiving), Eleanor wrapped her arms around his flat, androgynous chest, hugging him close to her softness. It was an oddly secure feeling, like he could feel safe in her arms.
Neither of them made a sound as they heard stomping in the hallway outside. It got louder, then faded as the two-faced geek and her second string lackeys passed the bathroom by. John couldn’t deny that his heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe this girl he didn’t even know and barely acknowledged the existence of just rescued him!
“Uh… thanks…” he whispered. He turned to look up at the girl he was in the lap of, surprised at how flushed her face was and how heavy her breathing was. Despite how strained and warm she looked, she smiled, her arms giving John a squeeze like he was a teddy bear or body pillow.
“Dunno what happened, but… Just happy ya’ll are safe, darlin’!” she chirped, grinning despite sounding out-of-breath.
“Uh… yeah. Why’d you save me?” he asked. John had always been something of a loner… He wasn’t some misanthrope, but it still felt odd to have some girl he didn’t know rescue him like that.
She shrugged. “Oh, ya know… Just the right and proper thing to do, right? Cute little darlin’ like y’all, runnin’ scared, in the school…” she swallowed hard. “Completely naked.” A shudder ran through her body.
The thicc blonde sat up, scooping John into her arms and stepping out of the stall. She placed him on the counter, between two of the sinks. His shapely chocolate legs dangled off the end of the counter, too short to reach the floor, and he hastily cupped his hands to his bare penis. Despite the manhandling, he only felt mild trepidation.