Erica at the Barbeque

By American Cowboy

Late in May, I was invited to a barbeque get-together with Carrie and Alicia, and a few friends from college. What I didn’t know was that Lisa would be there too, the bossy blonde bitch who had always picked on me in high school. The girls told me it would be fine, but there were already people around who I didn’t recognize, and immediately felt shy and nervous.

Still, it was a beautiful sunny afternoon. I was dressed in shorts that showed off my slender legs, and a T-shirt with no bra underneath. Also, I was wearing sneakers with no socks. My outfit was comfortable enough. Again, had I known who was going to be at the house, I think I would have put more clothes on.

The house itself belonged to one of my college professors. An older student was working with him on a research project, and had access to the property while the professor was away. By older student, I mean a guy in is mid-twenties, who supposedly seemed decent enough from what I had heard. But for me being innocent and nineteen-years-old, the whole idea was exciting as well as making me anxious.

Upon arriving at the house with my friends from school, we found that Lisa was already in the backyard. She was there along with a handful of other college students of mixed company, guys and girls. Don’t ask me how they even managed to arrange to use the house, or how my friends got involved, except for the one graduate and I guess some connections.

Right away, Lisa started teasing me about my small breasts in front of everyone!

“Cut it out,” I remember whining as the other young men and women laughed, even Alicia and Carrie.

For some reason, I had to urge to step out of my sneakers. As if I could do anything to distract from the verbal undressing Lisa was giving me. I realized then that she was really annoyed. As if she didn’t want me to even be here. Somehow, my friends brought me along anyway, against Lisa’s wishes. At that moment, it made me feel so grateful of Alicia and Carrie for sticking by me.

“Why, I bet Erica’s not even wearing a training bra under that T-shirt!” the blonde young woman continued to get laughs at my expense.

“No… maybe!” I replied, confused, whirling around to see many faces I did not recognize.

Lisa, sensing she had me right in the crosshairs, folded her arms in triumph. “Then go ahead, lift up your shirt.”

It’s like we were in high school all over again. “No! I won’t… you’re right, Lisa, I’m not wearing a bra!”

My face blushed in embarrassment as I made the admission. The reason of course was because my breasts were so small. Even with Carrie and Alicia on either side of me, resting a reassuring hand on my shoulder, I was envious of my two friends who were more developed.

The other guests at the house had apparently enjoyed enough of my torment, as they started to spread out and seek amusement elsewhere. A couple of guys went over to the barbeque grill to make preparations and get things started. Some girl went in search of stereo speakers they could use to pump out party music. I thought I could hang around with my friends, but Alicia suddenly disappeared. And I saw Carrie off in the distance, the strawberry-blonde already the center of flirtatious attention.

I kind of wandered around, not really talking much. Most of the college students here were strangers to me, and I’m not very good at making new friends. I longed for the company of my friends, even Lisa, who at least I knew since high school.

Then I turned, and saw Alicia come out of the house. She was wearing a black bikini. Putting her hands to the sides of her mouth, she called to the other guests.

“Hey, girls! Let’s try out the swimming pool!” the busty brunette suggested.

There followed a rush of young women, hurrying to get inside so they could change.

I looked up at Alicia, confused. “No one told me to bring a swimsuit…”

“We didn’t mention it?” my friend smiled. “Oh, sorry, Erica. Well I guess you can always go swimming in your underwear. Just like the time we were at the water park, a few years ago!”

Ugh, I didn’t want to be reminded of that episode, and I folded my arms across my chest. “But I’m still not wearing a bra!”

“What’s that about Erica not being able to wear a bra?” I heard Lisa’s mocking voice behind me.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw her approach in a pink bikini, along with some other girls.

“I was only saying she should go in the pool in her panties,” Alicia, my best friend, responded. “Because she forgot to bring a swimsuit.”

Lisa tossed back her luxurious blonde hair, unimpressed. “I say let the little princess go skinny-dipping.”

“No!” I squeaked.

The others laughed. To my amazement, I watched Carrie then bounce out of the professor’s house, wearing only a towel. Or so it seemed. She was such a tease. But she quickly whipped the covering away to reveal a green two-piece bathing suit that highlighted her soft red and golden tresses, as well as her curvy figure. There were definitely appreciative whistles from the guys in the group.

However, Lisa was determined to bring the attention back to me, and not in a good way.

“Well if you’re not going swimming with us,” she insisted, “then you can make yourself useful and help out at the grill.”

I only turned my head for a moment, to notice a couple of hot guys in their early twenties working at the barbeque. But in the next instance, Lisa had a hand on the collar of my T-shirt and was shoving me forward. Even though she was barefoot and I was still in sneakers, the blonde young woman was taller than me.

Half stumbling, half dancing across the backyard patio, when we reached the party’s cooks, Lisa introduced us. “Hey, Brad… hey, Steve. This is Erica, and she is going to be assisting you.”

Brad looked like a surfer, with sandy brown hair. Steve was darker and had a close-cropped beard going on.

“Hey, Erica,” they both said in unison.

I averted my eyes shyly, barely able to muster a little wave. With Lisa holding tight onto my T-shirt, there was no place I could go. They chatted for a bit, before she asked if they had a spare apron around.

“Sure, right over here,” and Brad pulled a white one from a rack on the side of the grill.

Lisa took it, and folded the apron over one arm. “This is what you will be wearing, Erica. But first…”

Spinning me around to face her, the blonde college girl suddenly grasped the bottom hem of my T-shirt! She lifted it swiftly, catching me completely by surprise. My face was muffled in the fabric even as my arms were raised, allowing Lisa to pull off the T-shirt.

Immediately, my hands darted to cover my breasts and hide my nipples. Behind me, I was aware of the two boys watching me in my shorts and sneakers, and seeing my bare back. I gasped, and crept closer to my nemesis, Lisa.

“Please… please don’t strip me,” I whispered.

The blonde twenty-year-old only smirked, and unfolded the apron. She set about at once, draping it over my head, and tying the strings behind my neck. I pulled my arms out and she spun me around, ungraciously making a knot in the apron string at my back. Looking at the boys, they seemed to be enjoying this. But then my eyes went wide. Lisa had grabbed my shorts, together with my panties, and yanked them to my feet!

“Oh!” I gasped.

The front side of the apron of course covered me well enough, reaching down to my thighs. I lifted one leg at a time, allowing Lisa to take the rest of my clothes. Part of me wanted to run away.

“Sneakers off,” she demanded.

I couldn’t believe this was happening, and so fast. “But, Lisa…”

Despite the weak protest, my mind whirled and I found myself easing one bare heel out of a sneaker. I slipped the other off, so that my toes arched on the white concrete patio. Now I was completely naked under the apron. Over my shoulder, I saw Lisa grab the shoes and toss them across the back yard.

She gave me a slap on my exposed bare bottom. “Well, guys, I’m off to splash around in the pool!”

I did not turn around, but watched out of the corner of my eye as Lisa stalked off in her bikini. It made me feel very self-conscious as I saw the boys eyeing her curves. My fingers fidgeted nervously with the front of the apron, hoping to be ignored, yet envious of the attention of the other young women. Again, my emotions were very confused.

In a way, I sort of felt like a little girl who was not old enough to swim with the grown-ups. Even though it was my own fault, because I did not bring a bathing suit. So I was forced to stay behind and help with the cooking.

Then I heard Steve say to his friend, “Brad… the grill!”

All three of us turned to the stainless steel barbecue, and saw smoke coming from under the closed hood. The boys quickly threw on protective mitts and opened up the hatch, which allowed flames to jump out. I was startled, but also amazed at how efficiently these college guys went about working the grill and getting everything under control. However, the hot dogs apparently could not be salvaged.

“Looks like we need to put on another batch,” Brad laughed as he dumped the charred and blackened meat into the garbage.

Steve then turned to regard me. “Erica, go grab us some wieners.”

I stood, shocked, and stared at the boys. Not boys, I kept telling myself. Young men, who were just a few years older than me. My eyes shifted to look at them in their long shorts, wandering to steal a glimpse at their crotches. I opened my mouth and licked my lips.

“Thirsty?” Brad inquired. “You can grab a beer while you are down there.”

I looked around foolishly. “Oh! Um, where are your… I mean, where do you keep your wieners… the hot dogs!”

The guys chuckled, and then pointed to a large cooler resting on the ground not far from the barbeque grill. Shyly, I began to shuffle over. At first I sidestepped, keeping my apron covered front facing Brad and Steve. I paused and looked down at the cooler again. It was made of blue durable plastic, and had a white top with flaps that appeared to open on either end. There were probably compartments, with drinks on one side and foodstuff on the other.

As I moved closer, I realized that I had to turn slightly to open the cooler properly. I was aware of my bare feet on the nicely maintained patio. Crouching down, my knees spread apart. This caused me to open up. My labia, my inner pussy lips, had already unfolded. In this position, they would hang down and wiggle. I blushed, and glanced back at the two young men.

They were watching me. Brad and Steve were all smiles, amused and interested in what I was doing. They weren’t looking at the girls in the pool. Their eyes were on me, naked under the apron and squatting on the side of the cooler. The realization sent a thrill through my body, a warm flush over my skin and made my long nipples stand out.

I reached my arms across the top, searching for the latch on the other side. Then I leaned over, standing up some more, and sticking my bottom out. I did not keep my legs together, but had my feet about shoulder width apart, knowing the boys would be looking at my butt. It wiggled slowly as I popped open the container and took my time feeling inside.

They were not only seeing my pussy from behind. These guys from college, who I didn’t know, were getting a nice long view of my tight little “o” just above. This was so horribly embarrassing, yet also a huge turn-on. I lingered in this position a bit longer, then finally pulled out two packages of hot dogs.

Suddenly, I felt ashamed about my exposure all over again. I quickly stood up and turned around, facing the boys. My cheeks blushed bright red as I stepped toward them. They were taller than me, of course, and I had to look up as I obediently held out the wieners for the grill. Lisa said I had to help the guys cook, and that’s what I was doing.

Steve indicated that I should peel open the plastic packaging. “We’ve got the fire going, you hand us the dogs.”

“OK,” I replied, wearing only an apron, and used both hands to tear open the wrapping.

They were foot-longs, my fingers slowly pulling out the first beefy piece of meat. With wide eyes, I gave this to Brad, conscious of my bare bottom sticking out behind me. In fact, since I was now facing the grill, my bare backside was on display for the rest of the party guests over by the pool, if they looked in my direction.

I pulled out another raw hotdog, and wiggled it between my fingers while waiting to give it to Steve. Already, I could smell the meat cooking on the barbeque and it was a delicious aroma. The more I handled the long frankfurters, the more naughty thoughts started to creep into my head. I wanted to put one in my mouth, without the bun, and suck on it suggestively. Then I had another wicked idea.

I wanted the hotdog inside me! I wanted to masturbate with it, no… I wanted to be masturbated with it! The thought was wild, and it was a good thing I had that apron covering me. I pictured sliding the wiener deep inside my pussy, getting my juices all over it, even my cum. Then we would place the hotdog on the grill! Whoever selected that one, would be eating my pussy juice!

“You all right, Erica?” one of the guys asked me as I numbly handed over the last beef frank.

Coming out of my daydream, I gasped. My body was undeniably responding to my thoughts. Already, my nipples had grown erect. And underneath the front of the apron, my clitoris… my clitoris was poking out! I wanted to touch myself, but I couldn’t.

“I’m… I’m fine,” I replied breathlessly.

Steve lifted the front of my apron and wiped his hands. “Good, so you can help us with the potato salad.”

Quickly, I turned away before the boys could see my vulva shaved bald. I scurried back over to the cooler, where I imagined they kept the other food items. My bottom bounced playfully for them. I wish Lisa had not put me in this predicament!

There was another fifteen minutes of cooking at the barbeque, and we threw on some burgers as well. When the guys finished, I followed instructions by placing everything on serving trays, including plates and plastic forks and knives, cups and napkins. I would be the one to make several trips serving everyone else who was now seated at tables around the pool, including Brad and Steve.

It was humiliating not only because I was forced to do this with just the apron covering the front of my body, but also I was not even allowed a seat at the table. There were no chairs reserved for me. Again, I felt like a child, among the group of young adults.

“Where am I going to sit?” I whined in front of the others, who were laughing at me.

Carrie suggested I could sit on her lap, if I took off my apron!

“No!” I squeaked, blushing.

Then Lisa stood up and walked around me. “Erica, I’ve had enough of you acting like a baby.”

Her fingers reached up to manipulate the knot at the back of my neck. I struggled and squirmed, but the taller blonde college girl soon had her other hand toying with the lower apron strings. As the others were watching, I managed to spin around so I was facing Lisa, but still caught in her embrace. I looked up into her cold, calculating eyes.

We danced around, closer to the edge of the pool.

“Time to go for a swim,” Lisa laughed.

I was off balance already, when she gave me a push. My arms flailed out wildly. I could feel my bare heels on the curve of the cement perimeter, slipping backward. The young woman reached out and grabbed the front of the apron in her fist. Momentum and gravity kept me going in the opposite direction.

The apron strings had been loosened by Lisa’s hands, and they came undone completely as I fell.

I fell into the water with a splash.

When I came up for air, I could hear an uproar of whistles, cheers and laughter from the guys and girls who went to my school. I raised my head to find Lisa standing on the edge of the deep end. She was wearing a smirk, one hand on her hip, and in the other… she waved the white apron.

I didn’t have to look down. I could feel the refreshing water over my body, seeping into my holes and making my bare skin tingle. Treading water, I was completely embarrassed by the fact that I was now totally naked. The others must have gotten a nice glimpse when I staggered and fell into the pool, the apron whisked right off me. Now I dunked my head underwater, fully submerged, my legs kicking beneath me.

Again, I had to resurface to breathe, and I slicked my hair back with my hands. Since I was doggie-paddling, I could not cover up. I was afraid that the girls who were still in their bathing suits would jump back in the pool and tickle and tease me.

After a while, Lisa ever being in control of the situation, ordered me to get out.

“No… I can’t!” I gasped. “Somebody bring me a towel!”

The others laughed, but Lisa remained steadfast. “Don’t make me come in there and carry you out!”

My friend Alicia chimed in, “Aw… but Erica looks adorable skinny-dipping!”

Oh God, she was right, I was skinny-dipping, alone, in front of these people who attended my college! I swam around a little, feeling my pink labia wiggle in slow motion underwater. The further I moved away from the edge of the inground pool, the more they could see me from the table. I tried to keep only my bare shoulders visible.

Finally, I decided I had better not test Lisa’s patience. With much reluctance, I paddled my way over to the stainless steel ladder that hung on the other side. Nervously, my fingers curled around the top rung and I pulled myself out of the water. I bashfully glanced across at the gathered twenty-something-year-olds around the table.

Stark nude, I emerged from the swimming pool. Immediately I covered my small tits and pussy with my hands. Water glistened on my body in the sun, dripping from my dark hair hanging down in strings just past my neck. I started to walk toward the table on the deck. Trailing behind me, I made little footprints on the white marble, or cement, or whatever it was.

The other ladies were still in their bikinis, although some had wrapped towels around their waists. I was the only one naked. This of course earned whistles and howls from the guys. It sort of made me feel good, but I was also embarrassed from head to toe in front of the ones who I didn’t know very well. Besides my small breasts, which I was always self-conscious about, I was now ashamed to show my pussy. It was hairless and pink, sloppy with pronounced labia that dangled like wings. In addition, my clit was poking out. I was afraid I would look horny, and I was!

“Can I put on some clothes?” I pleaded.

Lisa shook her head. “No way, Erica. This is too good.”

“But, Lisa…” I whined.

“But, Lisa!” the blonde young woman repeated, mocking me. “Sorry, princess, but you will be spending the remainder of your time here this way. I guess you could always leave.”

I had made it all the way to the table, and everyone could see me as I desperately tried to cover myself. Some of my friends, like Alicia and Carrie, smiled along like this was all in fun. Others were clearly amazed that Lisa was able to boss me around. It was pretty unbelievable. Then one of the guys spoke up.

“Hey, we could use some more drinks over here,” he said, watching me, the naked serving girl.

Lisa only folded her arms, expecting me to perform my duties. I knew I was trapped. Alicia and Carrie were my ride here, so I could not realistically just leave as she had suggested. Defeated, I shyly lowered my other arm so I could use both hands to cup my pussy, and this caused my long nipples to spring out. There were more giggles and laughter. I turned around and started to walk toward the barbeque grill and the cooler with the refreshments.

They all got to enjoy a long view of my bare bottom. Unobstructed, with no apron tie-strings across the middle of my back, or knotted behind my neck. I was all smooth skin from shoulders to heels, and I could feel every pair of eyes on my slim figure. When I reached the cooler, I bent down and pulled out four bottles of beer. I was able to grasp two in each hand, the long bottlenecks between my fingers, but I couldn’t help brushing them over my tits.

“Oooh,” I secretly moaned at the delightfully cold sensation.

Returning to the poolside table, I walked with my arms extended, leaving my full frontal nudity on display. It’s not that I was growing more confident, but to my horror, I was becoming so aroused. Lisa knew this, and I think it was her game. Besides, I really had no choice since I had to be careful carrying the beers.

I padded barefoot right up to the young man who made the request, and placed the bottles on the table. Rather than stepping back, I simply lowered my arms to my sides.

From there, they passed around the beers and one of the girls asked, “How did you get these, Carrie? You’re not twenty-one.”

“I was very persuasive,” my friend with long strawberry-blonde hair replied.

Another guy who went to our college laughed. “You mean you showed the clerk your charms. Flashed your boobs…”

“Flashed?” Carrie pretended her gasp in shock, her green eyes sparkling. “No, I stripped naked right there in the store!”

The young men and women laughed. I knew she was joking. By the idea made me very hot. That’s why she said it. Carrie glanced over at me and winked. And then I had my hand running down my tummy, my other fingers teasing a nipple.

Before I knew what had happened, I found myself sitting on the lap of the young man, facing my friends and the other guests. It was like I was just standing there one moment, and the next I was giving him a not so private lapdance! I don’t think he touched me to pull me over. Instead, I just sat down and started grinding against him.

“Your friend is kind of sexy,” I heard the guy say as his hands held my waist.

“More like she’s some kind of a secret nympho,” another young lady replied.

“Are you sure she’s legal? Looks like she’s still in high school,” one girl commented on my petite and youthful appearance.

“Her breasts are too small,” Lisa chimed in, unimpressed as usual.

Oh! They were all talking about me as I wiggled around naked in the arms of this college guy, being felt up and played with! My heart was beating faster with sexual excitement. I knew I was going to cum, right here in front of everybody.

“Well, Erica is still a virgin,” Alicia said, not to embarrass me, but perhaps to defend my behavior or protect me.

“Not for long…” the boy behind me laughed suggestively.

And then all of a sudden, everything went crazy. The graduate student who had let us onto the professor’s property came rushing out the back door. I had not realized he was absent from the poolside table along with the rest of us. And now, I was in a daze, only half aware of my surroundings.

“We have to clear out!” the young man shouted, waving his arms. “He’s back! I thought Professor Green was away for the week… Everyone grab your things and get out of here!”

Immediately, there was a whirlwind of activity. I was pushed aside, as the fellow jumped up from his chair. Some of the other guys ran to the barbeque grill to grab the cooler and any leftover food. The girls in their bikinis picked up towels and hurried into the house where the rest of their clothes were.

For a brief moment, I stood alone in the backyard completely bare.

My eyes blinked, and then I decided I should run into the professor’s house as well. I climbed up the deck to find the sliding backdoor left open. Quickly, I slipped inside the home. It was a large home, and a little disorientating, especially trying to make my way around in a panic. When I stepped into the kitchen area, my toes on the tiles reminded me of my nudity. Holding my small breasts with both hands, I ran into a hallway.

I followed this around, stopping just as I passed an open bathroom. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I saw my shoulder-length hair was drying, but still stringy from the water. I reached for a comb lying on the sink, and pulled it through once. My brunette tresses went silky straight then started to form waves.

“What am I doing?” I gasped, looking down to notice my nipples pointing at the ceiling.

Abruptly, I placed the comb back on the vanity counter and slipped back into the hallway. My mad dash through a stranger’s house continued. Well, not exactly a stranger. Professor Green taught some introductory courses, one which I had finished taking. I just did not want him to find me like this! He must be paid well between his research projects and work at the university, as I discovered more extravagant furnishings in each room I passed through.

I heard footsteps upstairs, and figured it was the girls getting changed in a hurry. Nervous, scared and excited, I wondered what to do. Alicia and Carrie were my ride, so I thought I should try to find them and stick together. The grand staircase that led to the second floor was near the entry foyer of the house. I was making my way in that direction when the front door started to open.

“Oh gosh!” I whimpered to myself, a hand running down my bare tummy.

Turning around completely, I decided to dash into a side room. This appeared to be a richly furnished study or library. Mahogany woodwork everywhere, shelves lined with books from floor to ceiling, and even a fireplace. The chair in the corner looked like it would feel delightful to sit in, shiny leather against my skin. I had only paused for a second to take in the lavish setting, and then I heard more footsteps just outside in the hallway.

Quickly as I could, I scampered around to duck behind a desk.

Professor Green walked into the study.

“Hello… who’s there?” he called out.

Horrified, I crouched down and found I could fit under the desk, staying hidden because of the front facing modesty panel. That was kind of ironic, considering my present condition. I listened to the man’s shoes on the hardwood floor. An older gentleman, a little heavyset, my college professor had a grey beard and kind of a grandfatherly quality about him.

He searched the room visually for the intruder. I could feel his eyes scanning along the walls, peering behind round-rimmed glasses. Without realizing what I was doing, my fingers reached down and I started stroking my pussy lips. The inner folds, my labia, were already pulled out and moist. Now I made sure my clitoris was exposed, rubbing the hyper-extended nub.

My heart was beating wildly as I started to get swept up in a flood of emotions. Of course I tried to be quiet and hear if the professor was approaching. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, one hand holding a knee while the other played with my pussy.

The rubber-tipped end of a cane tapped the floor in front of the desk I was hiding under.

“And who do these little toes belong to?” the older gentleman asked.

Shocked that my foot was visible, I still managed to squeak, “No one!”

“No one?” he chuckled at my small feminine voice. “Now come out from there, Miss.”

I had been discovered, and I was trapped. There was no choice but to reveal myself to my college professor. Nervously, I wrung my hands trying to stall for time.

“I’m nineteen-years-old,” I told him from beneath the study’s desk.

Professor Green tapped his cane patiently.

“I go to the college you teach at,” I continued. “And… I was in one of your classes in the Spring semester.”

“Fascinating,” he replied dryly.

Finally, I braced myself and started to scoot my butt over, out from under my hiding place. I turned around so that I was facing the desk from the other side, and placed my fingers on the polished surface. Slowly, I raised my head so he could see me.

“Erica… is that you?” the professor seemed just as surprised as I had been about getting caught.

“Yes, sir.” I answered.

“What ever are you doing in my house?” the man asked, genuinely perplexed.

Instead of responding, I moved a little higher so that my bare shoulders came into view. I glanced to either side shyly, and then looked back at the college professor. He said my name again. I was surprised he remembered me.

Slowly I raised myself until I was standing behind the desk. First my small perky breasts, with long nipples wiggling up and down. Then my trim stomach was revealed with my adorable bellybutton on display. The front of the desk just managed to shield my bare genitalia.

“My goodness, Erica, are you…”

I opened my mouth to explain, “Yes, I don’t have any clothes on whatsoever.”

As I made the admission, shame washed over my body, yet the humiliation of the situation created a wonderful feeling between my legs and in my tummy. On the floor, my toes curled with naughty delight.

But Professor Green’s voice brought me out of my dreamy state. “Erica, why are you in my house, naked?”

Suddenly, I felt that I should cover up for the college students who organized today’s barbeque. Not that they did anything for me. In fact, it was because of their irresponsible behavior I was even in this mess! But somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to get them in trouble.

“Well, um,” I started, grasping for an excuse and lifting one hand to graze a nipple, “you see, I had come over here today hoping I could speak to you about my classes. And then when I found you weren’t home, I wandered around to the backyard. Your pool looked so inviting, I decided to take a swim. But I didn’t bring a bathing suit with me…”

My voice trailed off, and the professor did not seem all that convinced. “You went skinny-dipping in my swimming pool?”

Bashfully, I started to walk out from behind the desk. The knowledge that I was lying, made me want to show myself. I came around to stand before the older gentleman, head to toe nude, my hairless pussy unfolding for him.

“It’s a lovely pool,” I told my college professor breathlessly. “Oh! Mmmm… and then I saw the backdoor was open, so I came in here… after I dried off.”

I brought both hands to my breasts and quickly turned around.

Seeing my tender bare bottom, Professor Green replied, “That is strange. The only other person with a key to this house is Todd, the graduate student I am working with.”

Uh-oh! I was going to get that young man into trouble with my wild story! Surely he would be questioned. Of course he set up this whole barbeque party to begin with, unless maybe someone at college put him up to it. Thinking to change the subject, I walked forward to one of the bookshelves lining the wall of the study.

I stood up on my toes so I was showing the soles of my bare feet, reaching with both arms to caress the leather-bound books on higher shelves. My legs were apart, allowing my pink labia to dangle into view. I felt my brunette hair fall just past my neck, as I looked over my shoulder to make sure the professor was watching.

“You have an interesting collection,” I told him, stretched out fully nude in front of the bookcase.

“Erica,” he said softly.

Before my teacher could continue, I saw Alicia walk by the open doorway! She spotted me, and made such a face like she couldn’t believe what was going on. But my friend motioned silently with her arms that the girls were getting ready to leave.

I didn’t want to call attention to her, so instead I turned around and faced Professor Green. Walking toward him, at the same time, I was planning to make a hasty exit. Unfortunately, I was incredibly aroused and the evidence was all over my body.

“Actually, sir, I came here today to ask you about attending classes.” I paused and licked my lips. “Naked…”

The older gentleman removed his glasses, wiping them with a handkerchief he had pulled from his jacket. “Well, I’m not certain that would be appropriate.”

While he was preoccupied, I decided to make my move. The truth is, if I stayed in that room one more minute, I was going to orgasm and squirt my juices all over the floor. Desperate and anxious, I looked to my left. Then I stepped to the side, preparing to leave the study.

“I’m sorry, I have to go!” my voice trembled with excitement.

I ran back out into the hallway, swift and nubile. My bottom bounced playfully behind me as I passed through the entry foyer, my erect nipples wiggling and pussy lips flapping. Fingers reached for the knob on the front door, which I pulled open. I streaked outside into the daylight.

“Hurry, Erica!” my friend Carrie called for me from the car on the side of the street.

“Oh… oh!” I cried, trying to hold it in, as I shuffled barefoot down the driveway.

I was grateful my friends even waited around. But another car drove by on the road, beeping its horn when I was in full view. Despite some moments earlier when I was acting sexy, I was in fact totally embarrassed.

The girls of course laughed, finding this all so hilarious. Alicia in the back seat pushed opened the door for me to tumble inside the car. Before the professor even knew what happened, Carrie sped off. I did hope I had bought enough time for the other students to collect their things and clear out.

To my amazement and frustration, my friends would not let me cum. I begged and pleaded, but Alicia kept my hands from my body, grinning during the entire ride back home. I’m not sure what Lisa did with my clothes, but I probably would not be seeing them again.

Carrie suggested we make a stop at the shopping mall, but Alicia had the good sense to advise her to drop me off at my house first. When we arrived, I eagerly jumped out of the car, waving goodbye to my friends. I dashed up the front path and found the door already open.

Walking inside, I was startled to run into my older stepbrother Robert in the kitchen. I had completely forgot he was over here today. Standing in the doorway, my arms hung at my sides allowing the young man to look me up and down. Then he laughed.

“Erica, I could have sworn you had clothes on when you left this morning,” Robert teased.

I wiggled my toes and replied, “Yeah, well, it’s a long story.”

“Did you want to tell me about it, kiddo?” he asked politely. “I’ll get you a drink.”

The thought of staying undressed and chatting with my stepbrother had me positively soaking. My skin tingled. I lifted a hand to run through my hair. But I couldn’t do it. My face blushing, I turned to leave the kitchen.

“No thank you!” I said, overwhelmed with emotion.

Then I ran the rest of the way down the hallway and into my bedroom. I climbed onto my bed and started playing with myself. My knees were sticking up, wide apart, as one hand reached between to open my bare lips. I fingered and rubbed and teased, while my other hand massaged my breasts.

Soon, I had a very vocal orgasm, knowing that Robert was in the house. It seemed I could not stop cumming as my whole body quivered on the sheets.

And I left the door to my bedroom wide open.

THE END