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Author's infos Gender: Female Age: 57 Location: N/A |
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| Introduction: Leah's risky behavior finally results in her being caught naked outside. | ||
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Out of Control Near the end of the summer before my senior year in high school I had pretty much lost all control. I was outside naked more nights than not. I no longer even needed my alarm clock to wake me, in fact I no longer even planned to get up, I simply woke up almost every night with the need to get outside naked. Every once in a while, I slept the night through and woke up in the morning disappointed that I had missed a chance to get naked. Even worse, sometimes I woke when it was around 5:00am, almost starting to get light, still some darkness left, but not enough time to participate in what had become my favorite hobby. My one brush with a police car had been near the beginning of summer and, although that had taken a few weeks to get over, I now felt like I could get away with anything. Oh, I still knew somewhere in the back of my mind that if I continued I would be caught eventually, and sometimes I would run through scenarios in my mind of what might happen. When I'd first started my naked excursions, I usually thought it would be my parents who would catch me, but I'd sneaked past their bedroom so many times by now that I no longer really feared that anymore. Now I focused more on a neighbor or the police. I would rehearse it in my mind. A police officer, holding me firmly by the upper arm, knocking on the front door to wake my father, “Sir, we found your daughter running around naked over on the next block. Please take her to a psychiatrist,” and I would be sent to a convent or something. Or, I'd imagine one of the neighbors seeing me and calling my mother the next day with pretty much the same result. Beyond claiming that “It's the first time I ever did it,” I never really thought of anything that would be a plausible explanation for my behavior, so I just sort of planned to somehow stop before I was caught. Like I said, it was near the end of summer and I knew I would soon have to curtail my activities. I was in the running for class valedictorian so I'd need enough sleep to get good grades, and although I'd been out in the winter before, a bitter cold winter night didn't have quite as much attraction to my nudist self as a nice warm summer night did. The last couple weeks I was going out almost every night and my luck finally ran out. Caught When I finally was caught, it wasn't by my parents, the police or neighbors as I'd always thought it would be. It wasn't by the paperboy, a stranger, a motorist or an early morning jogger. Rather, it was by the very last person in the whole world that I could have possibly wanted to be caught by. I'd been out for a shorter time than usual that night, perhaps a half hour or so. I was going to cut the night a bit short because my mom was going to take me to have my hair done the next day and I'd have to get up early. I was across the street from my house, between the two houses over there. There wasn't any traffic, so I started across the street. I wasn't wearing shoes that night and I just walked at pretty much a normal pace, across the street and up our driveway until I was between the houses. I stopped there and turned to face the street again and touched my pussy. After all this time, the night breeze still felt so wonderful on my naked skin. I wanted to cum, but I decided I'd get inside and have a nice little cum in my bed before sleep. I turned around and went to the side door. I opened the storm door and then turned the knob on the inner door and gave it a shove. It didn't budge. I tried again. The door was locked! Did I somehow, after all these nights, slip up and forget to push the little button that would keep the lock open? It wasn't a big deal, because like many families, we kept a hidden key outside, but I was shocked at my carelessness. There was a little awning-like overhang above the door and the key was kept hanging on a small nail on the back of one of the supports. I reached up and felt for it. There was the nail, but no key! I was locked out! Panicked, I was still feeling for the key when a voice out of the darkness further up the driveway said, “Looking for this?” “Bobby!” I almost shouted. For a very brief moment I was relieved that I wasn't locked out after all, then I realized my predicament and panicked again. “Shut up, stupid,” my brother said, still in the same low tone, as he stepped out of the shadow and into the dim light of the reflected streetlights. He glanced up at my parent's bedroom window as he approached, holding the key dangling from his fingers. In his other hand he held the brand new, very expensive digital camera he had conned my father into buying him two weeks ago in exchange for painting the garage. The light might have been dim, but I still didn't want my twerp of a brother seeing me naked. I covered up as best as I could with my two hands. “Bobby?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as low as I could while also trying not to show my panic. “What are you doing out here?” “The question, Leah my dearest, dearest sister, is what are YOU doing out here? You're the one that's naked, not me.” He kept on getting closer and I didn't want him to see my boobs, which really weren't very big, maybe about average compared to the other girls in my class, and I really didn't want him to see my pussy, even if I did have it covered with my hand, so I turned around to face the wall of the house and asked him to stop. He stopped, but by then he was only a couple feet away from me. He said, “You didn't answer my question, Lee, what are you doing out here naked?” I said the only thing I could think of, “I was, um, I couldn't sleep so I was gonna do some laundry and when I went past the side door I just wondered what it would feel like.” “Bullshit! I've been watching you Lee, I've seen the kinds of things you been doing, what's more, I have lots of really nice pictures to prove it. This camera is really great in low light. I wonder what mom will think when she finds out her little angel is just a little pervert.” Up till then I didn't really connect the camera with myself. I'd naively thought he'd been taking pictures of stars or something. Now I had more reason to panic. “Bobby! You have to delete those! You have to right now!” I could see his smirk even in the dim light. “Oh, I'll delete them. I'll delete them, right after I tell mom, she might want to see them as proof.” “Bobby! You can't! You can't tell mom!” “I can't tell mom, huh? Is this the same Leah who ran all the way home from school to tell mom when I got caught cheating on that geography test in sixth grade? Is this the very same Leah who ratted on me to dad when I broke the garage window with Shaun's pellet gun? Is it the same one who went and got Father Ambrose when I had that carton of cigarettes in my locker last year? Hmm? Oh, I've got so many reasons not to tell mom!” “Bobby you can't! I... I'll write all those summer book reviews for you you're supposed to be doing.” The sound of his chuckle sent shivers up my spine. “Oh, you'll write those, that's for sure. In fact, you'll be doing lots of my homework this year. I'm just not sure that that's gonna be enough to pay me for keeping my mouth shut, Lee. Enough to keep me from leaving a few of these pictures here and there around school. I don't think they'll want a pervert for a valedictorian.” “Then what, Bobby?” I asked forlornly. “What do you want me to do?” “For starters, you can stop calling me Bobby. From now on, it's Robert to you. For seconds, turn around Leah.” “What? I don't want you to see me naked!” “Oh? You don't want ME to see you? For the whole neighborhood it's OK though? You can run all up and down the block naked but I can't see you? I think I'll just go up and wake mom right now.” “Wait! Don't! I'll do it.” I took a deep breath and turned to face him but kept my hands where they were, my right arm across my breasts, my left hand over my pussy. “Drop your hands Leah.” I knew when I was beaten. Without further argument I dropped my hands to my sides. He just looked at me for awhile, then moved around to my other side where the light was coming more from behind him and looked some more. I first felt embarrassed, but as he stared at me I began to feel different. I'd wanted someone to see me naked, now, here was someone. My creepy younger brother, but someone. I could feel my body beginning to react. “You know,” he said, “You have a pretty decent body Leah. In fact, it's darn near perfect if you ask me. Your face is really pretty too.” I could feel my body reacting further to the compliments. Something was stirring in my belly, the warmth spreading to my chest and pussy. “How come you don't have a boyfriend? Are you lez?” “No!” “Then what?” “I dunno, I just don't have time for that.” “Nobody ever asks you out. Do they?” I shrugged. “You know why? Guys are afraid to ask the really pretty girls out. They think they all have boyfriends or that they'll just say no.” He added, “That and they know you really are a mean little witch.” I didn't say anything and finally he said, “OK. Here is what you're gonna do. Saturday mom and dad were gonna take me and the others out to buy school clothes, only I'm gonna tell them I don't want to go. This time, you're gonna agree with me, got it? You're gonna be real convincing, understand? Mom's gonna let me stay home with you or else.” Saturday He let me into the house after that and I got my clothes and went up to bed. I hadn't planned on masturbating after that but the more I thought about Bobby looking at me naked, about the pictures he claimed to have, the hornier I got until I had to do it. I made myself cum before I could sleep. It took a little convincing, I had to promise we wouldn't fight or anything but mom finally agreed to let Bobby, I mean Robert, stay home. As soon as the car was out of the drive, he called me over to where he was sitting on the couch. “OK. We're gonna set a few rules. Take off your clothes.” “What? I'm not doing that!” He sighed. “Look Leah. You're smart. You should be able to understand that I'm your boss now. Either you do as I say or first I take some of those pictures I've got and spread them around the school, email them out to a few people, then I show them to mom. Understand?” I couldn't think of any way out of the mess I had gotten myself in so I just nodded. “You understand? Say it.” “I understand Robert.” “Good girl,” he said, “you're learning. Robert or, Sir would be OK too when we're alone. Now take off your clothes. Rule number one: When we are alone, you are always naked, got it? Now strip.” There wasn't anything else I could do so I just pulled off the t-shirt I was wearing, then slid down my shorts and panties and stepped out of them. He looked me up and down, then ordered me to slowly turn around. I could feel him looking at me and I started to get that warm feeling in my belly again. “Stop,” he said when I was facing him. He just kept staring at me, focusing on my nipples. “You're excited aren't you? Me looking at you has you all horny.” I shook my head from side to side. “Yes you are. Your nips are standing out like pencil points. I bet you're wet as hell.” He started to reach toward me and I slapped his hand away. He grabbed my wrist. “Don't ever do that again Leah. Don't ever. When I want to touch you I will.” His hand continued, touching me between my legs, tracing along my pussy lips. He smirked when he pulled his fingertip away wet. “Are you going to rape me?” I asked. He laughed. “Rape you? No Leah. I'm never going to rape you. I may fuck you, but if I do you're gonna want it more than me. In fact, you're going to beg me to fuck you.” He looked at me again. “OK. Rule number two.” He gave a little tug on my pubic hair. “This has to go. Shave it off, all of it.” “Bobby I can't do that. What will I tell the girls when they ask about it in gym class?” He rolled his eyes. “I'm starting to get tired of this Leah. It's ROBERT, not Bobby! I don't care how you explain it, you'll think of something. Now, go upstairs, shave it all off, then come back down. If it's not good enough, I'll do it for you.” Slide Show I'd shaved my bikini line before so the situation wasn't totally new to me but I'd never gone completely bare before. The truth was there were a couple of girls in my class who were totally shaved so it wouldn't cause that much of a stir. I did the best job I could and went back down to the living room. When I got back down there Bobby was waiting with his laptop computer on the coffee table. He made me stand in front of him while he inspected my work. I have very fine hair and when I shaved down there it was really smooth. He peered at me and ran his fingers over my lips and mons. “Nice,” he said. “Good girl! I like all my girls bald down there, so keep it that way.” All his girls? The only girl I ever knew him to even talk to was Sarah Giebel, a tomboy who hung around with him and his friends. He made me back up a bit, then got his camera and took a picture of me. I started to try and cover up when I saw him pointing the camera but I caught myself and just stood there. What was the use? He'd just force me to drop my hands. He didn't make me pose or anything, just snapped one or two pictures of me just standing there, naked in the living room. Next he called me over and made me sit on the couch, on a towel he placed next to him. I could see his laptop screen. There was a picture of me, naked and on the grade school playground. It must have been from at least two weeks ago as I hadn't been that direction any other times recently. It really was a good camera. The picture was sharp and clearly me, clearly naked. “So Leah, tell me about what you've been doing. Don't leave anything out. Remember, I've been watching you.” I was sure he'd been watching me for at least two weeks, the evidence was on the screen, but I didn't know how long he'd been watching me before that so I couldn't afford to leave anything out. I told him the whole story of my depravity. When I finished, he kind of grinned. “You know, Leah, until a few weeks ago I thought you were just a stuck-up little bitch, but you're really pretty cool. I'm proud you're my sister and I never thought I'd say that. I'm still the boss though. Remember that, but we're gonna have lots of fun!” Knowing some examples from the past of the kinds of things he considered “fun,” I was a bit dubious. Right now, sitting naked next to him on the couch, I felt not unlike one of the slugs I'd once seen him salting on the sidewalk, but what choice did I have? He leaned forward and touched a key on his laptop. “Watch this.” A slide show started. A slide show of much of my last two weeks of naked adventures. Me naked on the playground. Me naked in the street. Even me masturbating in the driveway! That camera was good, but not so good as to be able to completely stop motion in such low light, my hand was just a blur between my legs, but you could clearly tell what I was doing, that it was me and that it was in our driveway. If my mom ever saw that picture she'd have a heart attack, then send me to a convent. If the kids at Sacred Heart High School ever saw it, I'd take myself to a convent if I didn't die of embarrassment first. I had to admit the towel was a good idea as I was getting wetter and wetter, watching myself on Bobby's computer. I was fascinated by what I looked like. A naked girl outdoors. I'd always wondered what I would look like to someone watching, now I knew. While I was watching the screen, Bobby was watching me, gaging my reaction. “You like that, don't you? Seeing yourself naked?” he asked. Before I could answer he reached forward and switched off the slide show, leaving an open Word document on the screen. “You've been a good girl today, Leah. Now you better get dressed, mom and dad just pulled into the driveway.” I snatched up my shorts and t-shirt, then the towel. I couldn't find my panties, then I saw Bobby stuffing them in his pocket, “Rule three,” he said, “no more underwear.” As I dashed up the stairs he added, “We'll talk later, Leah.” “Shopping” with Bobby I barely had time to get dressed before my mom was calling me downstairs. She and Bobby were sitting in the living room. I stopped when I saw that she was looking at something on his computer. Had I done something wrong? Was he turning me in? “Hi Leah,” she said. “Bobby was telling me what you did while we were out.” What? He was telling her what? I just stared dumbly. “How nice of you to help him with his summer reading book reviews.” “Oh! Um, yes he was having a little trouble,” I said. “I always knew you two would get along some day. It's nice to see you've finally grown out of that childish sibling rivalry. Bobby has also suggested,” she said, “and I and your father have agreed, that since he still needs some new school clothes, you take the car and drive him to the mall. The two of you can do your shopping and have a little extra money for a reward for being so good while we were out.” What? The car? I'd had my license for a few months but all my driving had been with one of them. I'd never been allowed to take the car by myself. Then I saw the grin on Bobby's face. Maybe this wasn't going to be such fun after all. “Um, the car? Mom, are you sure I'm ready?” “Of course you are, dear! You're a very good driver. Your father and I have complete faith in your judgment and good behavior.” Well that showed how much they knew! “Um.” I tried to think of some reason why we couldn't do this but I knew Bobby had planned the whole thing out. “OK, I guess.” She got her purse and counted out a stack of bills, “This is what we budgeted for Bobby.” Then she counted out another stack, “This is for you,” she said, “even though you get your uniforms through the school, you must need some new underwear or something.” No, I didn't. Not anymore. She added a twenty to each stack, “And that's for whatever you want as a reward.” Holy cow! A few days ago I would have been thrilled to be handed the car keys and a wad of money with instructions to go to the mall, now with Bobby grinning smugly at me, it didn't seem like that much of a good thing. Bobby switched off his computer and took it up to his room while my mom told me they had no plans for that evening and I shouldn't worry about hurrying back. “Take your time, make sure he tries everything on,” she said. Great! It sure looked like it was going to be a fun afternoon. When Bobby came back down, he was carrying his camera. “What do you need that for? I asked. “We're going shopping.” “I'm still trying it out,” he explained. “Besides, you never know when you're going to come across something worth a picture.” My mom kissed us each goodbye while Bobby fiddled with his camera, then we were out the door and off on our own. In the Car As soon as we were on the street, Bobby switched the radio to the kind of stuff he thought of as music and we drove along, with him slapping his thigh in time to the beat while I tried to figure out what he had planned for me. When I got to the cross street, I put on my signal to turn right toward the mall but Bobby said, “That way,” pointing left. “But, mom said we have to go to the mall and buy you school clothes.” He shook his head, still pointing left. “No need, I already shopped for everything we need on-line. All we have to do is go to customer service at Target and pick it up. That way, we'll have lots more time for ourselves.” Wonderful! Just what I needed. More time to do what? “You shopped for me?” I asked. “What did I get?” He just looked at me with a slight smile on his face. “You can see later.” He got his camera out and started to snap pictures of seemingly random things outside, then he took one of me driving. “The best thing about a digital camera,” he explained, “Is that you don't have to worry about wasting film. If something doesn't come out, or you don't like it, you can just delete it.” I asked him if he'd consider deleting a few things he'd taken over the last couple of weeks and he shook his head. “Why would I do that? I like them all. They're precious to me. Anyhow, they aren't even on the camera anymore. I've already copied them to my backup drive.” It didn't take long to get to Target and I parked carefully at the end of a row, the way my father taught me. We went inside and Bobby took all the money and paid, getting three or four big bags. I could see a couple of men's dress shirts in one and Bobby looked in the others but didn't offer to show me. Back out at the car, he stowed everything in the back seat and we were off again. “It's a good thing mom gave us that extra forty dollars,” he said. “I thought I was gonna have to use some of my own money.” I asked where we were headed now and he said “Metro Parks.” As I drove toward the park he resumed his picture taking, first of things outside, then turning the camera on me again and snapping a couple. “You know,” he said, “We're really kind of alone.” I knew what he was getting at and I said, “I don't think it would be a good idea for me to drive around naked.” “Probably not, but you can pull your shirt up and let me see your tits.” I knew he wasn't going to let up and by this time we were in the park. One lane each way, no trucks, no sidewalks not really much way for anyone to see into our minivan. Maybe this was what he had planned, so I went along with it, pulling my t-shirt up and driving that way, tits exposed. Bobby happily began taking pictures. “Smile,” he said. I forced a smile. “No, not that way, look at me.” “Robert I can't. I have to pay attention to the road.” “You can look this way for just a second. There's no traffic and the road is straight here. You don't stare at the road all the time. You have to check the gauges and the rear view mirrors and stuff.” I turned and gave him the best smile I could under the circumstances and I guess it was satisfactory because he stopped bugging me about it. We passed a big field that was used for athletics. I recognized it as where Bobby's touch football team played their games. Just as we passed, he said, “Slow down.” In the Park Shortly we came to a tiny parking area that could fit just a few cars and he directed me to pull in there. There were a couple of picnic tables but no one was around. “OK, come on,” he said and got out. He opened the rear door and got out his backpack. He must have had it stashed in there because I didn't see it earlier. He held out his hand and said, “I'll hold the keys.” “What are we going to do?” “Go for a walk.” He started off into the woods. At first the path was paved, an all-purpose trail used by bicycles, joggers and in-line skaters and stuff but soon we turned onto a dirt path. Bobby had his camera out and occasionally he'd take a picture of something, a bird, a flower, an oddly shaped tree trunk. We walked along that way for quite a while, Bobby happily taking pictures and me just following along. He almost seemed to have forgotten about me and I had lulled myself into a false sense of security when suddenly he startled me by asking, “Are you wearing underwear?” So sudden and out of the blue was the question that it took me a while to answer. “No sir, I'm not.” The “Sir” seemed to please him and he gave me a big grin. “See? I knew that once you figured out who was boss, you'd be really good at this. You've always been so good at following rules, Leah. You're just perfect!” Great! I was exceptionally talented at following the instructions of my blackmailing little brother. So talented that he was praising me for it. We walked a little further, then Bobby called a halt. “OK, I think this is good.” He took off his backpack and opened it, taking out a water bottle. “Want a drink?” I took a big drink and handed him the bottle back. “Thanks.” He took a big swig and put the bottle back in the backpack and held it out to me. “You can put everything in here.” “What?” “Your clothes, put them in here.” “You want me to undress here?” “No. I want you to undress back at the car.” He saw me looking back along the path. “That was a joke! Yes, I want you to undress here! Now get going.” Naked in the Daylight So this is what he planned. Me naked outdoors in the daylight. It was something I'd thought about but so different from my nighttime excursions that I'd never seriously planned, like, “Mom, can I have the car so I can drive to a secluded area?” He'd managed to manipulate it though so here I was. I looked around. We must have been fairly deep in the woods, I couldn't see the road or anything and certainly there were no people other than us. There wasn't a lot of undergrowth where we were though, mostly just tree trunks, so you could see a fair distance. He didn't have to prod me again once my compulsion took over. I wanted to be naked. I started to undress, which didn't take much time since all I had on was t-shirt, shorts, and socks and shoes. It was different. Having Robby there with me, fully clothed, sort of heightened my nudity. Not being in darkness made it much easier to be seen, plus being where we were, I couldn't even tell from which direction someone might approach, if anyone did. There was also nowhere to hide. Yes, there were tree trunks but most of them weren't huge and they would only hide me from one direction. The adrenaline started to hit me as soon as I took off my shirt. Yes, Bobby had been looking at my boobs off and on all day, but that had been in at least semi-privacy. Now they were exposed to anyone within a couple hundred feet or so. My heart was beating faster and I continued to strip. I sat on a fallen tree trunk and took off my shoes and socks, putting them in Bobby's backpack as he held it open for me, then I stood and removed my shorts, putting them in the backpack too. I was completely naked in broad daylight in a public park! More naked than ever before even, since I didn't even have the minimal coverage of pubic hair anymore. Bobby zipped his backpack shut and put it back on. My clothes were no longer even readily accessible. He got his camera and began to take pictures. Lots of pictures and now all of them were of me, naked in the woods. He had me walk a little ways down the path, then back, photographing me both coming and going. He had me do it both looking serious, like I was on some kind of nature walk, then again smiling. He posed me leaning against a tree, first with my hands behind my back, then above my head, then even like I was trying to cover up. He had me stand in the middle of the path, feet shoulder width apart and my fists on my hips. He made me jog, and even run up and down the path while he photographed away. He made me sit on the fallen tree, then made me straddle it, the rough bark pressing against my pussy. He made me bend over it so he could photograph my butt. He took close-ups of my tits, my face and even my pussy, though he called it my cunt. “You have a beautiful cunt, Lee, especially shaved. It looks exactly like a little peach. No, an apricot, a juicy little apricot.” Well my apricot was getting juicier by the minute when he had me pose squatting on the path with my knees apart, fully exposed. “Touch yourself, Leah. Rub your cunt.” God how I wanted to! But I said, “I can't do that with you watching!” “Yes you can Leah. Do it. Be a good girl.” I knew it was wrong, but I wanted him to see me cum. I had to do it. I started to rub myself, fingering my clit as he watched me through the camera. “Are you a virgin Leah?” I nodded. “Say it, Say it Leah.” “I am a virgin, Sir.” The sensory overload of the whole day, the feel of my smooth, bare pussy, all came crashing down on me at once. I came so hard I had to lower my knees to the ground so I wouldn't fall over. He didn't even give me time to fully recover. Once I was done he simply said, “Good girl, Leah. Now, come on,” and he started off down the path, my clothes still in his backpack. Exposed I got up and started after him. He was walking at a pretty brisk pace and I had to run to catch up. My bare feet made slapping noises on the smooth dirt of the path and I held my arms crossed over my chest. Like I said my breasts weren't very big but they were tender just now. “Where are we going now, Sir?” Damn! I guess I really was good at this, as he said. He had me automatically calling him Sir! “Well, we're headed pretty much straight back to the van, then home.” “Well, can I have my clothes back? That's right by the road, people will be driving by.” “Oh, I'll give 'em to you before we get there. Not yet though.” So we walked. Bobby got out his cell and sent a text to somebody about something but didn't offer to tell me who. In a very short time we got back to the paved path, though it didn't look like the same spot where we left it. I was nervous walking on the pavement. This path was used by skaters and bicycles. There was a little bit more underbrush around though so at least there was some possibility to hide. Very soon after we got to the pavement I saw where we were. We must have hiked in a big semi-circle because now we were back to that big athletic field. We stopped and Bobby took us into a small thicket where we were pretty well concealed by bushes. He took off the backpack and got out the bottle of water again and offered it to me. Since he drank out of it before I normally would have thought cooties and refused but that didn't seem important now and I took a drink. He then got out my shoes and socks and handed them to me. “Put these on.” I waited for him to give me the rest of my clothes but he put the backpack back on. He pointed through a gap in the bushes. I could see the path as it extended ahead of us and I could also see part of the field. There was a group of girls about my own age playing, or rather practicing soccer. They were about two hundred feet from the closest part of the path. Where we were, the path was still in the woods, but just ahead, it emerged briefly. For the next hundred and fifty feet or so, the woods were just to the left of the path. To the right, there was nothing between the path and the open playing field. Bobby said, “Here's what we're gonna do. You're gonna wait here, and I'm going to walk that way, till I get to where the path enters the woods again. Then I'm going to wave at you. When I do, I want you to run to me.” “But. But, they'll see me.” “Almost for sure,” he said. “That's why you can't hesitate when I signal you. Don't hesitate, don't stop, don't look at them. Just run as fast as you can till you get to me. That's why I gave you your shoes, so you don't hurt your feet. When you get there, be prepared to keep running till we're sure they aren't following you or anything.” My heart was racing again and my mouth was dry as I contemplated what I was going to do. “Can I have some more water?” He handed me the bottle, “Here, but hurry, it looks like they may be getting ready to leave and I don't want to miss this chance.” Once he had the bottle back, he took off down the path, not running, but walking really fast. I crouched in the bushes, unsure if I could do it. Could I run out in the open, in the sunlight, past the dozen or so girls in the field? Or would I freeze? Bobby stopped in the shadows up ahead. He turned around and pointed his camera in my direction, then he waved. God! I jumped out of the bushes and hit the path running. My heart was thumping so hard in my chest I thought it would burst. I just kept looking at Bobby as I ran though I wanted to look at the girls. I heard one of them say “Hey, look!” and another, “Holy cow!” I ran as hard as I could. Then I was with Bobby. He handed me my shirt as we ran down the path and I pulled it on while running, still naked from the waist down. We went around a slight bend and he stopped me, grabbing me to keep me from falling, and handed me my shorts. “I don't think anyone is following us,” he said. "Did you know any of them?" I managed to gasp, wondering if any of them might have recognized me. "Nuh-uh," he said, "I think they're from Saint Boniface. Most of them were wearing burgundy and gold." Great! Our number one rival high school. I sure hoped none of them recognized me. Fortunately my shorts were loose enough that I was able to get them on over my shoes with a minimum amount of hopping around. As soon as I had them on Bobby wanted to run again, saying he wanted to get to the car in case anyone had called the park rangers. Shit! I hoped if they did, they didn't get too good a look at me. Anyhow I couldn't run very fast because I couldn't breathe! My heart was still pounding. Bobby pulled me along and had the car unlocked with the key remote before we got there. We tumbled in and I pulled onto the road, trying to balance caution and haste. I was still panting, still high on adrenaline when Bobby said, “God Lee! You did it! That was awesome!” We drove back toward home, me shaking, while Bobby reviewed what he had on his camera, occasionally exclaiming “Awesome!” or, “Wow! Wait till you see this!” By the time we pulled into the drive my breathing and heart rate had just about returned to normal. What a shopping trip that had turned out to be! As we got out of the van, I saw Sarah Giebel sitting on the front steps, holding a football. To be continued.... |
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