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 ï>¿Emma's Prom Night Plan Goes Awry... byLuckyDave1066Â(C)

   With the post-prom party she and her boyfriend were at beginning to wind
down, Emma caught Jason's attention from across the room.  Her smile was
met by his raised eyebrows silently asking if it was time to leave.  It
was. Emma had been looking forward to her senior prom since school had
started back in August.  She had begun dating Jason just before her senior
year at Winchester High and his freshman year at UNC had begun, and her
vision of what going to the prom with him would be like had turned out to
be fairly close to the actual event.  He went all out with an elaborate
prom-prosal, actually bought his tux and the rest of his outfit, and had
generally made the night live up to her expectations.

   Even with a picture-perfect prom and a relaxed party with friends
already accomplished, there was still much more Emma was looking forward to
doing before the night was finished.  Back when she started her Freshman
year, she decided to remain a virgin until she was in college; she never
had a serious boyfriend before Jason, so it hadn't been too hard to stick
to her plan.  To avoid being tempted into letting some minor fooling around
lead her into serious temptation, she never once let herself be coaxed out
of her bra, and anywhere below her waist was strictly out of bounds.

   The lack of the sort of relationship drama many of her friends went
through gave her more time to focus on her studies, and the strategy had
paid off, literally, as she was accepted at every university she applied to
and had received and accepted a very substantial scholarship offer from
Duke.  After she turned 18 in February, and especially with her path to
college set by mid-April, she told herself that she was as good as in
college, and began to look forward to giving up her virginity; prom night,
with she and Jason dressed to the nines and her hair and makeup looking
more sophisticated than usual seemed like the perfect time.

   Without coming right out and saying so, Emma had given Jason some pretty
strong hints that her normal limits would be gone after the prom and
after-party were over, telling him, "I'm not sure where you'd like to go
after we're done hanging out with our friends, just make it someplace nice.
And private, that would be good." With that on his mind as the party wound
down, it was no surprise Jason was eager to slip away with her and move on
to the next part of their evening.  Looking across the room at his
girlfriend, he couldn't help thinking how lucky he was.  She was smart,
funny, kind, cute, and effortlessly sexy.

   Emma usually dressed in a fairly conservative mode, but in keeping with
her plans for the night, her dress made it clear she could definitely do
sexy if she wanted to, with a plunging neckline and a slit showing much
more leg than she'd ever done at school.  The shimmering gold fabric went
well with her long brown hair and green eyes.  He couldn't help chuckling
at a few comments from some of the guys in her class, who apparently hadn't
noticed before now what a babe she was.  With most of the couples at the
party already gone, Emma said her goodbyes to a few of her friends still
hanging out.

   Emma and Jason left the party and walked down the long driveway to the
car he'd borrowed from his aunt's boyfriend, a vintage convertible perfect
for the warm May night.  As he opened her door she asked, "So what have you
got planned next?"

   "It's a surprise.  I can tell you this much -- where we're going meets
your requirements of being a nice place, and private." She decided not to
press for more details, but was relieved when they passed by the only hotel
in town without stopping.  Judging by several cars she recognized in its
parking lot, the local Hilton Garden Inn was a popular destination with her
classmates.  With that option having been rejected, her curiosity grew, but
she trusted Jason to have come up with something special.  When he turned
off the main drag into a residential neighborhood, she wondered what her
boyfriend was up to; when he parked in front of a large brick colonial
house with no lights on she gave in and asked what was going on.

   "Come with me and you'll see in a minute," Jason said.  He led her along
a path cutting across the large front lawn, leading straight to the front
door.  He flipped open the cover on a lockbox hanging on the doorknob and,
using his phone as a flashlight, keyed in a four-digit password, opening a
compartment holding a single key.  He took the key out and held it up
triumphantly, saying, "And we're in!"

   "We're breaking in to some family's house?  This is crazy!" Emma
whispered, even though the nearest neighboring house was well out of
earshot.

   "Not exactly," he replied, "You know my Mom is a realtor, right?" She
nodded.  "Well," he explained, "The lockbox is for any realtor to use when
they need to show the house to a possible buyer.  I looked through her
listings and found this place, which besides being a great house has the
advantage of being vacant; the owners have already moved into another house
way over in Waterloo."

   "I don't know, this sounds thoroughly illegal," she said.

   "Maybe, technically," he replied, "but as long as we don't make a mess,
break stuff or set the place on fire it shouldn't be a problem."

   "Security system?" she asked.

   "I checked my Mom's notes, the owners shut it down, and I made a visit a
few nights ago just to be sure."

   "Okay, but I swear, if I get arrested you'll be in so much trouble!"
Emma replied, her smile showing she'd begun to get comfortable with the
setup.

   Jason opened the door and walked in, holding her hand as he led her on a
short tour.  "Right this way, Miss.  Note the hardwood floors in all rooms.
There are large built-in china cabinets in the dining room.  The living
room features a gas fireplace operated with a remote."

   "And not much else!" Emma laughed, looking around the empty living room,
"They must have taken all their furniture to their new house."

   "True, but they left the refrigerator here," he said, smiling, "which
was nice of them." He opened the refrigerator, which was empty except for a
bottle of champagne, two flutes, and a bowl of strawberries.  He handed
Emma the bowl and took the bottle and glasses out.

   "Where are we taking these?" Emma asked.

   "Upstairs, they did leave some furniture behind up there."

   "Upstairs," she thought, "probably nothing but bedrooms up there. 
Okay." The butterflies she had begun feeling when Jason opened the front
door became more insistent.

   Jason led the way up the stairs and along a hall, passing one totally
empty bedroom, one with only a few free weights and a well worn couch
inside, and a bathroom before finally arriving at their destination.  The
bedroom at the end of the hall looked to be fully furnished; he set the
glasses down on a dresser and began working the bottle's cork out.  Emma
had a strawberry, then fed one to him once the cork was safely out.  He
poured them each a full glass of champagne, then sat on a large cushy chair
in a corner across from the bed.  Emma sat on his lap and they began
alternating sips of bubbly and kisses.  Once their glasses were empty they
concentrated fully on making out, their hands beginning to explore over,
around, and through their formal wear.

   Emma led the way, unbuttoning Jason's shirt, then pulling it free from
his pants and sliding it off.  Taking the hint, he reached around her and
unzipped her dress's zipper, from just below her shoulder blades all the
way down to a spot just above the upper slope of her ass.  Along the way he
didn't notice any sign of a bra; knowing it wouldn't take much more to make
her naked down to her waist, he hooked a finger under the fabric on each of
her shoulders but paused, asking, "Is this okay?" Her deep, passionate kiss
was reply enough; he tugged the dress off her shoulders and down her upper
arms.  She pulled her arms free and he let the fabric in each hand drop
onto her lap, revealing her full, firm breasts and taut belly.  He bent
down to take her right nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue
before sucking it deeply for a minute, then moving on to give her left
nipple the same treatment.

   Emma was too distracted by now to reciprocate, but her soft moaning told
Jason she was enjoying his attention.  Eventually, she whispered, "In case
you haven't guessed, I'm yours tonight, all the way." If Jason had any
doubts left, she did away with them, stepping off his lap and unzipping the
zipper the last few inches, letting the dress slide off her entirely. 
Still facing away from him, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her
panties and slid them down, slowly revealing her ass, then released them,
letting them join her dress down around her ankles.  She stepped out of the
pile of fabric at her feet and turned to face him, a couple of sheer black
thigh high stockings away from being completely nude.  "Nearly naked isn't
enough tonight," she thought, and lifted her right foot up onto Jason's
knee.  He didn't hesitate, sliding both hands up her leg, then back down,
taking her stocking off as he went.  She presented her left leg, and less
than a minute later stood before Jason with nothing at all between him and
every inch of her body.

   Jason moved from the chair to the bed, pulling Emma gently towards him
as he lay back on top of the bedspread.  She went along, but stopped short
of joining him on the bed.  He propped himself up on his elbows and asked,
"Too fast, or is something wrong?"

   "No, no, everything's...amazing, but I have an idea about how to
proceed. Where more than how, really," she said, continuing in a whisper,
"If it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to do it by the light of the
fireplace!"

   Jason smiled and replied, "I've used the same kind of fireplace at my
Grandmother's house, so I think we can do that.  Let's take our
refreshments downstairs and see if we can get it lit!"

   Emma gave Jason a long kiss as he got up from the bed; they brought the
champagne, glasses, and strawberries downstairs.  Before leaving the
bedroom Emma grabbed her mini-purse as well.  Though she didn't need her
ID, house keys, or the small wad of cash in the purse where they were
headed, she wanted to have the condoms she had tucked inside handy if Jason
hadn't thought to bring any.  As he thought, the fireplace worked just like
the one he had used at his Grandmother's house; he had it up and running
before Emma had finished pouring them both a second glass of champagne.

   Jason sat on the carpet in front of the fireplace, Emma joined him,
sitting by his side.  They resumed alternating kisses and sips of
champagne; with Emma naked now, the intervals between sips became longer
and more heated.  After a few minutes, Emma set her glass down; Jason was
happy to follow her lead.  With both hands now free, their foreplay became
much more intense.  She unhooked and unzipped his pants and slipped her
right hand down the front of his boxers.  Getting his boxers off was
difficult with the erection she had been encouraging blocking their
removal. She held his cock tight to his belly with one hand and used her
other hand to work his pants and boxers down and away from his ass.

   With his pants now halfway down his thighs, she gently pushed him down
on his back and pulled them all the way off, taking his boxers with them.
Gently stroking his cock while straddling his legs, she unwrapped a condom
and rolled it down his shaft, then whispered, "I want you inside me.  Now.
Let's fuck!" Jason had no objections whatsoever; he felt like he would
explode if he didn't bury his dick in her pussy soon.  Emma slid forward
and reached down to guide his cock into her pussy, settling in position
with the tip of his cock just barely pressing into her lips.  She felt a
surge of warmth and silently savored her last seconds as a virgin.

   That was when she heard it; a few seconds later Jason did too.  Both
froze in place, straining to be sure of what they were hearing.  Definitely
a motor vehicle of some sort, way closer than the road!  They both realized
that there was only one explanation for the sound, which continued to grow
louder.  Someone was driving up the driveway!  Terror almost completely
replaced arousal as the dominant feeling in the room.  Emma stood up and
looked out the nearest window; it had no view of the driveway, but she
could see reflections and shadows changing by the second.  Jason hoped that
it was just someone using the driveway to turn around, but couldn't explain
why anyone would need to come so far up the driveway to do that.

   Emma was thinking of nothing now but escape, but didn't know the house
well enough to be sure which way to go.  Jason got to his feet and sprang
into action.  He got his pants back on and fastened, stuffing his boxers
into a pocket.

   The sound of a garage door opener raising a door jolted Emma into
action; she quickly tried to remove all traces of their presence, grabbing
the bowl of strawberries, her purse, and the empty condom package.  Jason
shut down the fireplace and gathered up the champagne and glasses.  Not
wanting to spill champagne anywhere, he swallowed the last few ounces in
the glasses.  Seeing Emma heading towards the stairs to the 2nd floor, he
whispered as loudly as he dared, "NO, if we go upstairs we'll be trapped,
there's no way out from up there except second-floor windows!"

   "Jason, all my clothes are up there!" she hissed, "What else can we do?"

   "The cellar has a door to the outside, with some steps under a metal
cover, we can get out that way, if we're quiet we could get away
unnoticed," he replied, "Whatever we do, we need to do it NOW, whoever just
drove into the garage is bound to come in any minute."

   "Be real!  I can't leave here naked!"

   "I could go out and get you something to wear at the Walmart over in
Winchester.  I'd be back in way less than an hour."

   Emma reluctantly nodded her head in agreement.  Jason led her to the
cellar door; they crept down the stairs using his phone to light the way.
No sooner had they made it down to the cellar floor than they heard people
above them speaking, too muffled to make out what they were saying, but
clear enough to be sure it was a man and a woman talking.  A few minutes
later the voices grew fainter, with footsteps on the stair to the second
floor eventually covering them up entirely.

   Emma held on to Jason's hand as he walked around the cellar searching
for the door leading outside.  He used his phone to light their way, not
turning any lights on for fear the couple upstairs might look outside, see
light streaming out the windows and come down to the cellar to investigate.
After a few minutes of cautious exploration, they found the door; luckily
the lock was operable from the cellar without a key.  Jason opened the door
and lifted one side of the metal shed cover.

   He paused before heading up the stairs; turning to face Emma he
whispered, "I'll be back as soon as I can be.  Make sure your phone is on
and the ringer is off.  I'll text you as soon as I get back and meet you
right here with clothes for you."

   "Please hurry," she said, silently thinking, "Where the hell else would
I be?" before kissing him goodbye.  She went up two steps, enough to watch
Jason walk away, then lowered the metal cover.  She thought it was
completely closed before she let go of it, but the door dropped down an
inch or two to its resting position, clanging loudly against its frame. 
She turned back inside the cellar, closed and locked the door, and began
listening for any sound from above in reaction to the sound of the door.

   "I'm being paranoid," she told herself, "It sounded loud to me, standing
right under it, but the people upstairs probably didn't notice it at all."
As much as she wanted to believe it, she couldn't help worrying about the
owners coming down and finding her with nothing but her tiny purse for
cover.  She felt her heart pounding as she imagined herself being
discovered.  The muffled but unmistakable sound of footsteps coming from
the stairs above, five minutes after she came back inside the cellar, sent
her pulse racing even higher.

   Emma's first instinct was to open the door, lift the cover and get the
hell out of the house before whoever was coming down to the first floor
made it all the way down the cellar steps.  She had her hand on the
doorknob before she realized that if she followed through with her current
idea she'd be naked, outdoors, in an unfamiliar neighborhood, most likely
with police looking for her.  Looking around frantically, she saw one
possible bit of shelter.  She was startled by the sound of the door at the
top of the stairs opening, but far more shocked when lights all over the
cellar came on a few seconds later.  She had been in darkness or very dim
light since well before she had parted ways with her clothes, and with the
harsh cellar lights on, she felt far more exposed than ever; catching a
glimpse of herself in a large mirror leaning against a wall didn't help at
all.

   Emma wasn't sure how many steps the stair down to the cellar had, but
was sure that by the time she had reached her shelter, whoever was coming
down would at most have only a few steps left to descend.  She crouched
behind the furnace, trying to contort her body to fit completely behind it.
She shivered as she heard a man walk by within 10 feet of where she was
hiding.  He checked the handful of small windows, then tried the door.  He
opened the door and stepped outside.  She heard a rattling sound, then
heard him close the door and head back to the stair.  She was startled one
more time when he began talking, saying, "You can relax.  The door was
still locked and the cover was closed.  I padlocked the cover just to be
sure nobody could open it.  Coming back up now"

   Emma exhaled when the lights went out and she heard the door at the top
of the stair being closed; she felt like she'd been holding her breath
forever.  Her breathing returned to something like normal, but she
definitely didn't relax.  With the metal cover padlocked, Jason couldn't
get back in that way, and more importantly, she couldn't get out.  She got
her phone out and sent Jason a text, explaining the latest problem.

   A few minutes later her heart sank as she saw his reply.  Trying to get
back to her as quickly as possible, he went home to get her something to
wear instead of the store, and his parents wouldn't let him go back out
this late.  He promised to come as soon as they left for work, around 6:30
AM.  He told her he'd stake out the house and text her as soon as the
people left.

   "WHAT IF THEY DON'T LEAVE!!!" she replied.

   "There's no food in the house, they're likely to go out to breakfast,"
he answered, adding, "Once I see them leave, I 'll text you and you can
come up from the cellar, I'll bring the clothes in and we can get you out."

   She looked at the time, only 2:30.  She was already tired but didn't
dare let herself sleep, even if there had been anything available to sleep
on.  She paced around the cellar for a while, then sat on the bottom step
and tried to think of the quickest way out of the mess she was in.

   "Go quietly upstairs and sneak out the front door, hide out in some
bushes until Jason can get here?" she thought, "But the sun will be up
before he gets here, I can't be sneaking around like this in broad
daylight!"

   "Same plan, but try to walk home while it's still dark and quiet?" she
wondered, quickly rejecting the idea of trying to walk more than 4 miles to
make it home while stark naked.

   "Same plan, but call an Uber once I'm outside?" she thought, rejecting
the idea when she remembered that some friends of her Dad worked as Uber
drivers.  She wondered if she could have made herself take that option if
she could be sure of being anonymous!

   "Do my best Ninja imitation, sneak upstairs to retrieve my dress, that
would be enough to walk home in!" she thought.  It was risky, but had the
distinct advantage of not calling for her to be naked out in the world at
all, or naked in the cellar indefinitely.

   Emma was amazed to even be considering the option calling for her to go
upstairs in the nude.  Upstairs, where people were.  Sleeping, maybe.  Or
not.

   "Screw it, I'll lose my mind if I just sit here another 4 or 5 hours,"
she whispered, "If I hear anyone stirring I'll just backtrack.  She turned
her phone completely off to avoid any surprise chirps or buzzing, then
slowly began walking up the steps.  When she opened the door between the
cellar and the mudroom on the first floor, she was stunned to see the
lights on, both in that room and the kitchen beyond.  She shuddered as she
noticed her reflection in the kitchen windows, then smiled as she imagined
some insomniac neighbor spotting her and wondering who exactly the couple
upstairs had visiting them, maybe even asking them about her sometime
later!

   She shook off the unexpectedly exciting distraction and began her
stealthy trip up the stairs leading to the second floor, straining to hear
any sound indicating someone might be awake up there.  Hearing only
snoring, she moved slowly down the hall, remembering the layout as she
crept along.  She stopped at the door of the empty bedroom and at the
bathroom, scanning each room by the light of her phone for anything she
might be able to cover herself with.  Seeing only a washcloth resting on
the edge of the bathtub, she went on to the second bedroom; its door was
halfway closed and her memory of it from a few hours ago was that it was
about as barren as the first one.  She got down on her hands and knees to
crawl into the occupied bedroom.  She looked around the side of the bed
where she had stripped out of her dress, but all she found was a pair of
sneakers.  She hesitated before continuing past the foot of the bed, not
wanting to have anyone between her and the door, but pressed on, peeking
around the other side of the bed.

   Emma practically jumped when she heard a woman's voice say, "Gary, roll
over, your damned snoring woke me up again.  Roll over!"

   She heard the snoring stop, frozen in place by the realization that
there might now be TWO people awake within a few feet of her!

   Emma heard the man's voice, the same one she had heard in the cellar,
"You want me to roll over?  Like this?"

   "No, not on top of me!" she replied, laughing "You know what I meant..."

   "So you want to be on top?" he replied.

   "That's not what I said; really, Gary, it's 3 AM!"

   "I know, but you woke me up.  Being in our old bedroom brings back some
fun memories."

   "I know what you mean, but I'm so tired...would a blow job help you get
to sleep?"

   "Worth a try!" he said.

   "You can close your eyes and pretend the high school girl or bridesmaid
who left her dress behind is going down on you."

   "I don't need..." he began before his wife shushed him.

   "I really don't mind, sweetie, especially if the fantasy makes my job
easier and helps you drift off to sleep."

   By this point, Emma was desperate to be pretty much anywhere else, so
much so that she chose to believe the man's eyes were shut tight.  She
tried to not think about what movie might be playing in his imagination,
but couldn't quite get the scenario proposed by the wife to leave her
alone. She was willing to take a chance on his wife's eyes also being
closed, or at least busy enough going down on her husband to not notice the
naked teen slowly crawling backwards out into the hall.  After Emma cleared
the doorway, she stood up and allowed herself a quick peek back into the
room.  Her jaw dropped as she saw the wife lift her head off her husband's
dick and peel her nightshirt off, then slide forward until she was in a
position to climb on his waiting hard-on!

   Emma decided she had pushed her luck far enough and pulled her head away
from the doorway.  The last thing she noticed before leaving the doorway
was her dress, draped neatly over an arm of the big chair in the corner! 
Knowing that there was no way was she going to get that far into the room
now, she silently said a wistful goodbye to the dress and headed back to
the cellar.

   When she reached the kitchen, she paused her return trip to the cellar,
taking a minute to step close to the group of windows and look outside. 
She told herself she was just checking to see if Jason had been able to
sneak away and might already be parked on the street, but in fact, the
majority of her delay was spent wondering if anyone in anyone in the 3
houses she could see from the kitchen might be awake and wondering why all
the lights in the kitchen were on.

   Emma reached the cellar without any further drama.  She settled in to
relax as best she could, sitting on the second step from the bottom, the
only place other than the dusty concrete floor where she could get off her
feet.  She checked her phone for texts, emails, voicemails, any indication
at all that Jason was on his way.  Nothing had come through while she'd had
the phone turned off, and her checking her phone every 4 minutes during the
first hour after she had returned to the cellar didn't turn up any attempt
from Jason to reach her.  Around 4:30 she finally decided to save her
phone's battery for a while.  She sat quietly, listening for any sign of
activity above or any sound from her phone.  She didn't fall asleep, the
combination of her vulnerable state and uncomfortable location made sure of
that, but she did drift and almost doze for a few hours.

   When she felt her head jerk up after she drifted off briefly she was
startled by what she saw.  The cellar looked generic enough; bare concrete
floor, wood floor framing above, furnace and hot water heater at the far
end, and a washer and dryer along one wall.  What startled her was the fact
she could see all this at all!  The handful of windows were now letting
early morning sunlight in.  She picked up her phone and saw 7:17 AM on the
screen!  She was about to call Jason when a notification came on the screen
alerting her to a text from him.

   "Parents just left"

   "Where ARE u," she tapped out in reply.

   "On my way there in 5"

   "With clothes?"

   "Yes will text when im there"

   Emma almost cried, all the pent up stress of the last 5 hours letting
loose.  She stared at her phone, looking for the notification that Jason
had arrived and would be delivering some sort of clothing any minute now.

   After what seemed like an hour, it finally came, "Here now"

   Emma thought she could sneak upstairs without waking the couple
upstairs, quickly get into whatever Jason had brought for her to wear while
just inside the front door, then take off before they had time to react to
the sound of their front door opening and closing.

   She typed in "Come to door" and was about to hit send when she heard the
sound of footsteps coming down from the second floor, definitely more than
one person.  She deleted the text and replaced it with one word: "WAIT"

   Half a minute later, Jason sent a flurry of updates.

   "garage door opening"

   "car backing out"

   "I see man and woman inside"

   "theyre gone"

   "meet at front door?"

   No longer worrying about being heard, Emma called Jason, telling him,
"Now that they've left I don't need replacement clothing, I can go upstairs
and get into my dress!  Stay in your car, I'll be out in a few minutes."

   "Okay, but hurry, we don't know how long they'll be gone!"

   Jason's urging her to hurry wasn't really needed; after spending all
night completely nude in some stranger's house Emma was more than ready to
get some clothes on and get the hell out of there.  She made a mental note
to look around for a few seconds to see if she could find her panties and
stockings.  She was relieved to not have to explain to her parents how it
was that the entire outfit she was wearing when she left the house the
night before had been lost!  She raced up to the first floor, pausing one
more time at the kitchen windows to see if Jason's car was in sight.  Her
heart skipped a beat or two as she saw an elderly man out walking his dog
pass by.  The white-haired dog walker's focus on his beagle cost him a
golden opportunity to see a beautiful nude young woman, definitely not a
regular event on his morning walk; trying to avoid catching his eye, Emma
stood frozen in place until he was out of sight.  She took the steps
leading to the second floor two at a time, excited to be so close to
escaping this fiasco.

   Emma walked briskly down the hall, past the empty bedroom and the one
with the couch.  She spotted her shoes next to the bathroom door; she'd
forgotten all about the shoes, and couldn't even remember where she'd taken
them off.  Though she didn't expect to wear the shiny gold heels much, or
maybe ever, finding them was a pleasant surprise; she slipped into the
shoes and bent over to buckle the straps around her ankles.

   When she replayed, as she frequently did later, the sequence of events
that began with her decision to pause to put her shoes on, she thought the
single most important element was the bathroom fan.  She had disregarded it
when she first reached the second floor, thinking either the man or his
wife had left it running after showering; since they had left just a few
minutes earlier, this seemed plausible.  The droning fan masked the sound
of her footsteps in the hall and also hid the sound the son of the
homeowners made toweling off his hair after his shower.

   Emma was too focused on fastening the straps on her heels to notice the
size 12 feet approaching her until it was too late to get out of the way of
the naked man who belonged to the feet.  She was already unbalanced, bent
over her shoes, so the 190 lb 22 year-old stumbling over her easily toppled
her onto her back.  He landed mostly on top of her, stunned to find himself
suddenly rolling around on the floor with a buxom young woman, every bit as
naked as he was.  Until he toppled over her, he was completely unaware
there was anyone else in the house but him, let alone a naked high school
senior crouching in the hall, right in his path back to his old bedroom,
where he'd slept soundly on the fold-out couch.

   Emma pretty much freaked out, yelling, "Get off me!  Who are, why are
you here?"

   "Okay, calm down," he said, "My parents own this house, at least they do
until they can sell it.  We came to spend a couple nights here while
they're having some work done on their new place.  I'm Ian, by the way; and
you are who?  And here, naked, why, exactly?"

   I'm, uh, Amy.  My boyfriend thought nobody would be here; I promise, we
didn't damage anything or make a mess." She noticed Ian hadn't made any
effort whatsoever to disentangle himself from her; in fact, his right hand
had begun lightly stroking the side of her left breast!

   "Your boyfriend is here, too?" he asked, suddenly nervous.

   "No, he's outside, in his car," she replied.

   "Well, my folks won't be back until after lunch, so if you want to hang
out a while you're welcome to stay..." he said, fingertips closing in on
her nipple.

   Emma was shocked that this stranger was actually trying to seduce her
right there in the hall; she was amazed when he rolled one leg over hers.
She felt his cock, pleasantly warm against her thigh, larger than Jason's
she was sure, and still growing.  She knew letting this go on was wrong,
but the new wave of sensations was undeniably enjoyable.  When his left
hand began stroking the inside of her right thigh, right around the time
his right hand finally found the nipple it had been circling, Emma was
about ready to lose her virginity in this seemingly random encounter.

   The sound of her phone ringing, playing Jason's ringtone, shook her out
of the fog she was in.  She shoved Ian, but he didn't budge until a much
harder shove finally got him off her, she scrambled to her feet and said,
"I'm sorry we intruded, but I have to go now." She bolted back to the stair
down to the first floor, raced through the foyer and threw open the front
door.  She knew going out without her dress, or any clothing at all, was
beyond risky, but didn't trust herself to resist the pretty hot dude fate
had placed between her and her clothes if she made another attempt to get
past him to the bedroom where her clothes were.  She definitely didn't want
Jason coming in and catching sight of Ian.

   The sound of Ian's footsteps hurrying down the stairs settled the
matter.

   She needed to go.

   Outside.

   Now.

   Naked!

   Standing outside, Emma pulled the door shut!  Hearing the lock click,
she couldn't stop thinking how complete her exposure would be if anyone
else were to come along before she made it to the shelter of Jason's car.
Just the idea made her legs go wobbly for a moment and brought on a nervous
giggle.  She forced herself to step out of the small covered alcove outside
the door, and down the single step to the brick walk leading to the street.
Her head was spinning when she moved beyond the shadows the house cast, out
into the morning sunshine on the first few feet of the walk.

   She still didn't see Jason or his car; since she had an unobstructed
view down the street to her left, she assumed he must be to her right,
hidden by a tall hedge.  Not seeing Jason yet, despite being almost a
quarter of the way to the street, was making her more nervous by the
second, but the hedge was also helpfully blocking any view of her from the
closest house.

   Emma looked down the street to her left; there was nothing at all
blocking her view in that direction for a whole block.  She was relieved to
see no sign of activity anywhere down the street, until it dawned on her
that any of the dozen or more windows she had a clear view of might have
someone behind them with an equally clear view of her!  Despite knowing
she'd have to live with never knowing for sure if she'd been seen, she
continued walking and scanning the length of the street.  Focusing on the
far end, she didn't notice right away when doors on both sides of a car
parked on the street just two houses away were opened.  It was the thunking
of several doors closing which caught her attention, by which point two
women and one man were out of the car and walking.  Towards her, she
realized.

   Desperate to not have to explain why she was walking around in the nude
on this fine morning, she picked up her pace as much as the combination of
her heels and the uneven brick walk allowed.  The trio bearing down on her
was still fairly far off despite wearing more practical footwear, not on
track to intercept her before she reached Jason's car, IF he was parked
where she thought he was.

   "He'd better be," she thought.

   He was!  She was thrilled, relieved, and oddly enough, the tiniest bit
disappointed to see his car less than 20 feet beyond the end of the hedges.
He noticed her in his rear-view mirror, popped the trunk open, and stepped
out to greet her, saying, "I'm so sorry I got you into this mess.  Clothes
are in the bag in the trunk."

   "Never mind that right now," she yelled, "Don't you see the people
behind me?  Unlock the damned door and get me out of here!"

   Jason truly hadn't noticed anyone but his naked girlfriend, but now he
as looked down the street, he saw Emma's pursuers.  Whatever their original
reason for being here was, it had clearly been forgotten for now, the three
were now focused on finding out what was going on with the naked teenager a
few dozen yards ahead of them.

   As the trio came closer, Jason stared and stood still with his mouth
wide open, but made no sound.

   Turning to take her first long look at the people behind her, the
stunned Emma asked, "Mrs.  Cortin?  in a shaky voice.

   "Dan, Liz, why don't you two walk around the exterior for a few minutes
while I sort this out," the woman leading the group said, "Go ahead, I
won't be long." The couple headed off, though Dan looked back several times
before finally disappearing beyond the hedges.

   "Jason?  Emma?  What the hell is this?  What are you doing here, and why
is she naked?"

   "It's not her fault, I can explain," Jason replied sheepishly.

   "Can I please get dressed?" Emma asked, still wearing only her heels,
goosebumps, and a deep full-body blush.

   Looking first at her son, then at Emma, standing helplessly with one
hand on the passenger door handle, Jason's mother held off laughing long
enough to say, "Yes, Emma, please do make yourself decent before the whole
neighborhood sees you.  I've got to show the house to this couple, but
don't you two go anywhere, I can't wait to hear your explanation."