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 ï>¿Jenna at the Library by Daring Burlinski

   I was sitting at home, just relaxing one afternoon, when the phone rang.
Still seated on the couch with my legs curled up under me, I lazily reached
for the receiver.

    -œHello, Jenna -- - answered a young male voice on the other end.

   It was Timmy!  After a brief pause I replied,  -œHi Timmy -- what a
surprise.  Is there something you need? -

   I guess the teenager didn -(TM)t like my tone of voice as he said,  -œAs
a matter of fact, my friends and I want you to come over to my apartment
right now! -

    -œOh dear, what -(TM)s the matter? - I asked, suddenly jumping to my
feet.

   The boy only responded with words that sent a chill through my body: 
-œNothing -(TM)s wrong, Jenna.  We were just bored. -

   And of course, Timmy and his friends being bored more often than not led
to my humiliation and getting into all sorts of embarrassing situations.  I
still had the receiver cradled between my ear and shoulder as I strolled
around the living room and nervously fidgeted with a button on my shirt.

    -œLook, Timmy, I -(TM)m kind of busy later on so I really don -(TM)t
have much time for your games, - I tried to sound in command and put off
the inevitable request.

   He wasn -(TM)t very impressed.   -œWell I -(TM)m afraid you -(TM)re just
going to have to come over anyway.  The longer you make us wait, the more
time we will have to plan something fun for you -- -

    -œAll right, all right, - I found myself giving in as I edged closer
to the window and pulled back the curtains.   -œBut it -(TM)s raining
outside! -

   There was a moment of silence, before Timmy said,  -œYeah, it -(TM)s
raining here, too.  You better get here soon.  And don -(TM)t bring an
umbrella! -

   With that, the horrible little monster hung up the phone.  I bit my lip
in frustration.  While I had no idea what he and his friends had in store
for me and I really didn -(TM)t want to find out, the possibility of what
they were plotting already had me very anxious.  The longer I delayed, the
worse it could be for me.  And if I didn -(TM)t show up at all -- well,
Timmy had photos and videos of me, which I knew he would be very happy to
share with the rest of the world.  In the end, I pretty much had to do
whatever he asked.

   Placing the telephone down, I walked back to the window once more and
confirmed it was still raining.  Oh it was warm outside, here in the middle
of summer, and this was more like a gentle shower.  But I did not relish
the thought of my clothing getting soaked.  I was dressed in a white blouse
and a cute green plaid skirt that came down to just above my knees.  Since
I was asked not to use an umbrella, I figured any kind of rain gear was not
allowed.  They wanted me to arrive, just as I was dressed.

   I looked around the room and spotted my black heels on the floor.  Boots
might have been more practical, but I didn -(TM)t want to go back to my
closet and pull out a pair.  I didn -(TM)t want to waste any more time. 
Slipping my feet into the shoes, I immediately felt more sexy.  Although I
didn -(TM)t know why I wanted to look sexy for these twerps.  Maybe I
thought making me look taller, I would present myself as an adult young
woman, and not be dominated by these teenagers.

   When I opened the door, I could hear the pitter-patter of the rain
falling upon the sidewalk that passed in front of my house.  Timmy lived at
the other end of the street.  So it would be a brisk walk down the block
and then I would find out what this was all about.  Of course, if the
steady downpour persisted, I would be drenched from head to toe.  I waited
another minute, and then walked outside.

   As I mentioned, the temperature was pretty warm.  The rain was probably
more cool and refreshing, rather than a nuisance.  Still, as the drops
struck my skin and caused the fabric of my shirt to cling to my body, I
couldn -(TM)t help but tremble.  A strong breeze teased at lifting my
skirt, reminding me what a short choice it was!  I kept the pleated
material pressed down with my hands and lowered my head, marching forward
and determinedly to Timmy -(TM)s house.

   Wiping water from my eyes, I couldn -(TM)t reach his front porch fast
enough.  I jogged across the lawn in my now transparent blouse and short
skirt, knocking hard on the door.  My knees were locked together and I
clutched my elbows in opposite hands.

    -œWhy, Jenna, you -(TM)re soaked! - the boy observed with an evil
grin.

   Looking past the opened doorway I could just make out several of his
friends goofing around.   -œSo, are you going to let me in or what? -

   Timmy continued to block my way and said,  -œAnd now you are inviting
yourself into my house?  Hmmm -- well, if I let you come inside as my
guest, you have to agree to do whatever we say.  Deal? -

    -œUm -- - I started and looked fretfully over my shoulder.  He had
trapped me!  Made me run all the way over here in the rain, and now I
wanted nothing more than to get inside and dry off!   -œAll right, Timmy.
Just for a little while -- I -(TM)ll do what you say. -

   The boy took a step back and allowed me into the entry hallway.  I was
making little puddles on the floor, and I knew my hair must be a mess. 
What I really needed was a good towel, and hoped I could head straight for
the bathroom.

    -œNo, no, Jenna, - Timmy spoke to me like a child.   -œI can -(TM)t
have you tracking water through the house. -

   My eyes went wide as I clutched my hands in front of my chest.  I could
see Tommy and his friend, and a couple of more teenage boys staring down
the hall to get a look at me.  In an effort improve the situation, I
un-tucked my blouse from my skirt and started ringing out the ends.

   Timmy shook his head as I squeezed more water onto the floor.   -œYou
-(TM)ll have to take off your clothes -- -

    -œWhat?  No! - I cried.   -œPlease don -(TM)t make me strip in front
of your friends! -

   At this point, Tommy walked over with a shopping bag in his hands.  He
looked over my wet twenty-four year old body and addressed me,  -œWell, I
-(TM)ll tell you what, Jenna.  The main reason we asked you to come over
here today is because we wanted you to try on this bikini we picked out for
you. -

   I looked from Timmy to Tommy, and saw that the other boys were crowding
in the hallway.

    -œYeah, I think it would appropriate for you to slip out of those wet
things and put on your new bathing suit, - Timmy continued.

   Doubtful, I shifted my gaze to the bag.   -œOh, but I don -(TM)t know. I
mean -- -

   My teenage neighbor remained firm in his wishes saying,  -œYou can
either put on the bikini, Jenna, or you can strip down to your skin right
here! -

    -œOh my -- well, can I at least have some privacy and change in the
bathroom? -

   Timmy pondered this for a moment before agreeing.  But he said that I
had to hand out each article of clothing as I disrobed.  I blushed when he
talked about me taking off my clothes, and some of the boys whistled.  At
least I would be wearing a bikini so I guess it wouldn -(TM)t be that bad.

   They led me carefully down the hall, Timmy and Tommy each taking a hand.
Thus, I could do nothing to prevent their friends from lifting up my skirt
to sneak a peek at my panties!  Someone even pinched my butt -- I was so
embarrassed!

   I was allowed to take the shopping bag with me as I walked into the
bathroom and shut the door behind me.  Finally I had a chance to catch my
breath, away from all those leering eyes!  Hand on my chest, I could feel
my heart beating faster.  There was really nothing left to do now but start
unbuttoning my shirt.

   Once I peeled it off, I shyly opened the bathroom door to find five
teenage boys waiting with eager smiles.  As promised, I held out the blouse
that was still quite moist, and it speedily slipped from my fingers. 
Standing in my lacy bra, I felt really nervous, but a little excited too.
Without a word, I closed the door again and leaned my back against it.

   The bra I was wearing had a button clasp that opened in the front. 
Another deep breath, my flat tummy sucked in, and I popped open the clasp
with my thumb.  The cups separated and fell to either side, leaving my bare
breasts to bounce free.  I was surprised to look down and see my nipples
were already hardening.

    -œOh no! - I gasped even as I reached around to pull the straps off my
shoulders.

   Now completely topless, I was really excited.  Running a finger around
the areola, I watched the stiff pink buds point toward the ceiling.  Then I
realized that I still had to face the boys!  All I could do was wrap an arm
across my body, hugging my boobs tight and shielding the signs of my
arousal.  With my free hand, the one clutching my bra, I opened the door
again.

    -œThanks, I -(TM)ll take that! - Timmy said as he snatched the flimsy
material from my grasp.

   The sudden snake-like movement took me by surprise and my reflex was to
bring up my now empty hand to cup my jiggling breasts.  I shifted my other
hand as well so that both hands effectively hid my tits.  But I -(TM)m
pretty sure they caught a glimpse of a flash in the transition.

    -œYou must have gotten chilly on your walk over here, - one of the
boys laughed.

   A rosy pink blush spread across my stomach.  I quickly turned around and
ducked back into the bathroom, kicking the door shut with the back of my
heel.  It then occurred to me that I didn -(TM)t have to get completely
nude before I put on the bikini.  Timmy only said that I must hand out each
article of clothing as I disrobe.  He said nothing about not getting
dressed in the process.  I wasn -(TM)t sure if this would displease him,
but I didn -(TM)t give it any more thought.  Dropping my hands to my sides,
I walked over and picked up the shopping bag.  I reached inside and fished
around until I pulled out the bikini top.

   Wow -- this was some tiny top!  I had to look back inside the bag to
make sure I had the whole thing.  Twisting it in my hands, looking at it in
the light, I tried to figure out how it would go on.  Or how it would
possibly keep me covered.  Boy, this was some bathing suit they had picked
out!  It was pale gold, and looked like it consisted of two diamond shaped
scraps of material that could conceal my breasts, connected by some string.
Using the mirror as a reference guide, I found that I could catch my boobs
in the top, and then tie it off behind my neck.  I did just that and saw
that in fact, the diamond patches of material really only covered my
nipples.  All the flesh of my swelling breasts was exposed.  And it didn
-(TM)t help that I was making two very pointy indentations in the fabric!

   Still, it was better than nothing.

   I took a moment to walk a few paces in the bathroom, to make sure it
stayed on, and that my pink bits didn -(TM)t slip out.  Finally, I was
convinced that in spite of how skimpy it was, the bikini top was secure. 
So I stood in front of the mirror again and began to lower the zipper on my
skirt.  My body shuddered as the material slid down my legs, and then I
carefully lifted my feet out of the plaid piece of clothing.  I picked it
up and held it in front of my crotch, hesitating before opening the door.

   There came a knock, and then a boy -(TM)s voice,  -œAre you almost done
in there? -

   This caused me to obediently turn and pull the knob toward me, just
enough to stick my face out.  I pushed my arm through, dangling the skirt
invitingly, which Timmy grabbed.  Instinctively, I dropped my hand over the
crotch of my panties.

    -œJust -- just a moment, boys.  I -(TM)m almost dressed -- -

   That was laugh!  Dressed in so little, it seemed.  As the teenagers
grumbled, anxious to see me displayed in the bathing suit picked out for
me, I shut myself in the bathroom once more.  I was down to the last item
for removal.  Pausing by the mirror, I combed my hair out, straightening
the ends that had become frazzled by the rain.  Then in one swift motion, I
hooked my thumbs in my underwear and tugged them off my legs.  I placed the
panties on the counter and reached into the shopping bag.

   Holding the strings of the tiny bottoms between my hands, I could only
shake my head.  There was hardly anything here at all!  Embarrassingly, I
had to grip the very light material between my legs as I tied first one
side at my hip, and then the other.  I discovered that the diamond shaped
front snugly cupped my vulva, but then the material thinned considerably as
it ran like thong up my ass crack, narrowly covering my pussy lips from
behind!  What was worse, I was certainly not, um, prepared for a skimpy
bikini like this, and wisps of my black pubic hair peeked out of the top. I
tried to pull the front higher, but only achieved giving myself a frontal
wedgie -- pulling the fabric deeper into my slit!

   I took a few gingerly steps forward, wondering what kind of person this
suit was made for.  As the silky material sawed easily over my sensitive
folds of skin, I found it was not uncomfortable, but more like being
caressed down there.  When I tried to adjust the strings, I realized there
was not a thing covering my butt cheeks.  It might have been better if I
was bottomless!  At any rate, I would have to be careful how I moved.

   So I calmed myself as best I could, and then slowly opened the bathroom
door.  The boys allowed me to walk out into the hallway.  Almost
immediately there were whistles and comments as there was nothing about my
curvy body left to the imagination.  Shyly, I kind of placed one hand on my
bare stomach, while playing with a wet strand of hair hooked behind my ear.

   Timmy eyed me up and down, but had a frown on his face.   -œWhen was the
last time you wore heels to the pool or the beach, Jenna? -

    -œI wasn -(TM)t going to the pool or the beach, - I replied.

    -œWell, they don -(TM)t go with that bathing suit, - Timmy informed
me.  -œTake off your shoes. -

   Here I was, standing in the hallway of my neighbor -(TM)s house,
surrounded by five teenage boys, and desperately trying to maintain some
dignity in this minimal bikini.  The last thing I wanted to do was show
more skin.  And I also felt that giving up my heels would represent
yielding even more of my adult status.  But I already said I would do
whatever they asked, and I guess there was no real harm in going barefoot.
So I very carefully squatted down, undoing the straps at each of my ankles.

   When I stood up again, I was able to slip my toes from the shoes and
Tommy reached down to pick them up.  I hoped he would be careful with them!
Conscious now of everyone staring at my legs, I kind of clasped my hands
behind my back, blushing from the attention.  We started moving toward the
living room, and with two boys behind me, I really had no choice but to
shuffle along.

   Timmy and his friends piled onto one of the couches, but I was told to
stand in the middle of the room.  They wanted me to model the bathing suit
for them!  First they had me reach my arms to the sky, then stand on the
tips of my toes.  Place my hands on my head -- then turn around so they
could get a good look at me from behind.  It was all very embarrassing,
although I had to admit that part of me was turned on as well.  They asked
me to face forward again, and I saw that one of the boys had a camera and
had been snapping pictures.  More images to add to Timmy -(TM)s collection,
I guess.

   With my hands back at my sides, my teenage neighbor approached me. 
Since I was standing flat-footed, he was a little taller than me.  I
watched as Timmy slowly reached out his arm, his fingers coming teasingly
close to my crotch.  And then he took a few strands of my pubes peeking out
of the bikini bottoms between his thumb and forefinger.

    -œOh! - I gasped.

    -œWhat -(TM)s this? - Timmy asked mischievously.

   After a gentle tug, I answered,  -œMmmm -- my pubic hair! -

    -œYour what? - he asked again so that his friends could hear.

    -œMy bush, OK!  Please don -(TM)t -- this bathing suit is too small,
and it doesn -(TM)t cover my bush! - I felt my face turn bright red
talking about such a thing.

    -œMaybe Jenna doesn -(TM)t like the bikini, - Tommy called out from
the couch.

   One of the other boys suggested I take it off!  Well, as soon as Timmy
let go of me, both my hands shot to cover my crotch.  I rubbed the front of
one foot behind my other leg, wondering what they would make me do next.

   Timmy proceeded to walk around me, coming to regard me from behind.  I
closed my eyes, afraid that he was going to untie the knot at the back of
my neck, essentially letting the bikini top fall free.  In fact, he even
ran his hand down my slick brown hair.  But then he let his fingers wander
down to rest at the sides of my hips.  Now I wondered if he was going to
untie the bikini bottoms in front of his friends!  Instead, he gave the
strings a yank up, causing the fabric to dig deeper into my pussy.

    -œOoooh! - I squealed, rising to my toes, my arms springing out like
airplane wings.

    -œI think I like this bathing suit on Jenna, - Timmy announced.  
-œOne thing is, it makes it very easy to give her a spanking! -

   And then the teenager started to slap my bare ass, his hand making a
playful smacking sound as it came into contact with my skin.  My boobs
bounced around from the paddling, threatening to pop free.  This, and the
fact that the narrow strip of material was rubbing against my clitoris,
caused me to moan with pleasure.

   Just as I was about to start building toward an orgasm, Timmy ended his
spanking, which left me both relieved and frustrated.  I know my skin was
flushed, and beads of perspiration trickled down my tummy.  As the boy
rejoined his friends on the couch, I couldn -(TM)t help but rub my tender
rear.

    -œI think Jenna has had enough punishment, - he said.   -œI think it
-(TM)s time for her to cool off a little, and test out that new bikini. -

   The boys jumped off the couch, laughing and cheering.  I was a little
unsure what this meant, and I brought by hands to my mouth.  They left me
standing in the living room, barefoot and bikini-clad, while Timmy and his
friends ran through the house.  Cautiously, I started to move forward as
well, suddenly wondering where my clothes were, and if I had any means of
getting them back.

   Timmy greeted my again by the hall that led to the front door.   -œAll
right, Jenna, are you ready to get wet? -

    -œWhat exactly do you mean? - I asked a little breathless.

   The teenager only shook his head, clearly frustrated that I answered his
question with a question.   -œJust go outside -- -

    -œWhat! - I exclaimed.   -œBut I don -(TM)t want people to see me in
this skimpy outfit -- And it -(TM)s still raining! -

    -œThat -(TM)s the point.  And what better to wear when it's raining
than a bathing suit! - Timmy looked at me shrewdly.   -œOr would you
rather be wearing your Birthday Suit?  Because if you don -(TM)t go outside
right now, I -(TM)m going to ask you to give me back the bikini. -

   Well, I definitely did not want to strip naked.  I turned my head to
look at the door, then back at Timmy waiting for my decision.  With a sigh,
I told him I would walk outside.  Although I asked if we could do this in
the back yard, but he insisted I stay on the front lawn!  So I padded down
the hall in my bare feet, absently trying to pick the thong out of my ass.
I opened the front door and saw that there was no one else around.  Timmy
had already left to join his friends.

   It was a soft drizzle by now, and the sky seemed to be brightening, if
just a little.  The first drops actually felt nice as they hit my arms.  I
walked down the steps into the rain, looking left and right to make sure no
one was coming down the street.  It was so embarrassing to be out here,
wearing so little and I had a lot on display!  My breasts heaved and my
butt jiggled as I moved onto the grass.  Of course the wet blades tickled
the bottoms of my feet and made me shiver.  In a way, I was feeling kind of
excited to be dressed in such a daring bikini in the middle of the
neighborhood.

   Then I noticed the large picture window, which apparently looked out
from the den.  As I suspected, five teenage faces were pressed against the
glass.  I could also see Timmy gesturing for me to move closer.

   I looked over my shoulder apprehensively, and then walked across the
lawn until I was square in front of the window.  It was then that something
strange started to happen.  As the gentle rain continued to beat down on
me, my body started to tingle.  Well, not my entire body -- just those
parts that were actually covered by the bikini.  I really didn -(TM)t know
what was going on, as I placed my hands on my head and spun around in
confusion.

   Now the fabric, the diamond shape patches of material that concealed my
nipples and crotch were positively itching!  It felt like there were bees
buzzing all over my skin, and I pinched at the delicate bathing suit.

    -œOoooh, aaahhh!  Mmmmph -- - I squirmed and danced on the front lawn
a few moments more before I could no longer stand it.

   Reaching behind my neck, my fingers found the knot and began untying it.
Not that I had any control at this point, just a burning need to get this
bikini top off me!  It felt like it was sizzling!  When the strings were
undone, not caring who might be watching, I tore the top loose and threw it
on the ground.  My nipples were rock hard and sticking straight out, but
other than the evidence of my arousal, there was no sign of a rash or
irritation.  Suddenly looking at the boys in the window, I covered up my
boobs and hunched over.

   Timmy must have found the latch, because he was able to slide the wide
pane outward.  Enough that he could call out,  -œWhat -(TM)s the matter,
Jenna? -

   Now I kept my legs together, with my feet at odd angles so that my toes
faced each other.  I was still having a problem below where my crotch was
itching.  And it felt like someone had poured hot sauce down my butt crack.
I actually had to use both hands to scratch my cheeks and futilely pick at
the thong.  My bare breasts bounced wildly in front of the boys.

    -œNice tits! - Tommy laughed.

    -œWhat -- What -(TM)s happening? - I asked in extreme discomfort,
trying not to rub my privates.

   Timmy leaned out the window and motioned me to come closer.   -œIt
-(TM)s the rain, you see.  That is a special material you are wearing,
chemically altered to cause a reaction when exposed to water.  Pretty
ironic for a bikini, don -(TM)t you think? -

   The summer drizzle persisted, falling on my bare back, raindrops
glistening on my uncovered boobs and stomach.   -œYou mean this was like a
novelty gag gift?  A joke? -

    -œWe -(TM)re still waiting for the punch-line, - one of the boys said
eagerly.

   I bounced up and down on my toes, not wanting to go through with this. I
couldn -(TM)t believe they had tricked me into putting on a defective
bathing suit, and had even gotten me to activate the allergic reaction by
walking out into the rain!  But it was too late, and the material making
contact with my skin was driving me crazy --

    -œOh, this is so humiliating! - I cried as my fingers worked on the
first knot at my hip.

   In mere seconds, I had untied my bikini bottoms completely and whisked
them off.  There was a moment of relief as the itching had stopped.  I
placed my hand on my stomach as my breathing eased, and wiped rainwater out
of my eyes with other hand.  And then I realized I was standing totally
naked in Timmy -(TM)s front yard!

   I spun around and faced the street, covering my breasts and bush.  Of
course this gave the teenage boys an ample view of my bare butt!  Unsure of
what to do, I started heading for the door.  I wanted to run and get
inside, but I had to be careful so I wouldn -(TM)t slip and fall on my ass.
So it was more like me stepping daintily over the grass on my bare toes
while I shielded my nipples with one arm, and held a hand between my legs.
But when I arrived on the stoop and tried the doorknob, I found it was
locked!

   Frustrated I turned around again and marched back onto the lawn, my
boobs bouncing slick and wet.  I walked right up to the window and tried to
plead my case.

    -œPlease let me back in, Timmy!  Look -- I have no clothes on out here,
and -- -

   Suddenly a car blared its horn as it passed by the house.  Startled, I
spun around showing the teens my rear end once more, which made them cheer.
A little shaken, I clasped a hand over my mouth while hooking strands of
hair behind my ear.  Slowly I turned around again, giving my tormentors a
full frontal display of my body.

   Timmy leered at me for a minute, and then said,  -œWell you know, Jenna,
I -(TM)d like to let you back inside, but there -(TM)s a couple of things I
-(TM)d like you to do for us first. -

    -œWhat -- what do you mean? - I asked, nervous as well as embarrassed.

   In reply, the front door suddenly opened and I turned my head to see one
of the boys walking toward me.  He was dressed in a bright yellow overcoat
and big boots.  With his umbrella in one hand, he was completely unaffected
by the rain.  Yet here I stood dripping wet and naked.  Self-consciously, I
lowered my hands to place them both over my pussy.  I also noticed that the
young man was carrying a bucket.

   This, he dropped on the ground at my feet, and then took a stroll around
me to gaze at my bare bottom.  I just closed my eyes and thought I would
die of shame.  At least he didn -(TM)t touch.  Soon, I came to my senses
and looked back at the faces smiling at me from the window.

    -œWhat is this all about? - I asked, pointing at the bucket, but still
keeping one hand in front of my crotch.

   The teenager had returned to join his friends in the den, and Tommy
answered,  -œYou will see that we provided a wash cloth, sponge, and a nice
bar of soap.  And since you already took off all your clothes -- -

    -œWait a minute! - I cried, pausing to peer over me shoulder.   -œYou
guys tricked me!  And now you want me to take a shower outside in the rain?
-

    -œYeah, this should be pretty entertaining, - Timmy said.   -œNow
start lathering up, or we just might leave you outside in the nude! -

   Oh!  This was really bad -- I was outside my neighbor -(TM)s house in
the middle of the day, totally exposed.  And the rain continued to fall
gently on my body until I was slick and shiny.  I bit my lip and regarded
the pail that was left for me.  What choice did I have?  I guess the sooner
I washed myself, the sooner I could get back inside and dressed again. 
Aware of the eyes of five teenagers on me, I kind of side stepped and bent
down at my knees, while cradling my tits in one arm.

   Crouched down, I didn -(TM)t even look inside the bucket, but felt
around with my fingers until I found the soap.  Then I stood up again,
holding the white bar in front of my bush.  Modesty was no use -- they were
going to see everything.  So I took a deep breath, and lifted my face to
the overcast sky.  I started making soft soapy circles around my stomach.
It wasn -(TM)t long before I started gyrating my hips in sensual motions as
I scrubbed down my legs all the way to my toes.

   Then I turned around so I was facing the street, which was thankfully
quiet for the moment.  I proceeded to rub the soap along my arms and my
hips, finally squeezing my curvy ass cheeks.  And then I thought of a great
idea.  When I had lathered up my chest real good, I took a handful of suds
and placed it on my crotch.  Working fast, I continued to foam up the soap
and spread it across my breasts.  I had effectively covered my frontal
nudity!

   Now I spun around to show the teenagers how I outsmarted them.  I even
spread my legs shoulder-width apart and stuck my arms out at either side of
me.  I was totally naked, yet it was like I was wearing a bikini made of
soapsuds!  Unfortunately, even as I smiled in self-satisfaction, the rain
fell steadily and I was starting to loose my covering.

    -œOoooh, - I moaned as I tried to lather up my boobs again with the
ever-shrinking bar of soap.

   Soon I was down to just using my hands, and found that I was openly
playing with my tits in Timmy -(TM)s front yard.  I cupped the swelling
mounds and bounced them up and down, teasing and flicking my nipples.  This
felt so good!  I even wiggled my ass as I bent my knees, my hands roaming
all over my body.  But when I lowered my eyes, I saw that the last of the
suds had been washed away and my crotch was on display.  Even more
embarrassing, beneath my black bush, the excitement had caused my pussy
lips to part.  Trying to regain some measure of decency, I placed a palm
over my vulva.

    -œThat was a nice show, - Timmy informed me.   -œBut there -(TM)s one
more thing we -(TM)d like you to do before we let you back inside. -

   Self-consciously looking over my shoulder, I shook my head to clear my
eyes of rainwater.  What else could they want me to do, wash my hair? 
Timmy told me to search the bucket once more, and I found it was more like
the exact opposite.  The boys didn -(TM)t want me to shampoo my hair, but
take it off -- only, not the hair on my head.  Inside the bucket there was
a ladies razor and some shaving cream.

   I asked Timmy if I did this act, would he promise to let me in the
house. He said he promised, but I remained unconvinced.  What was it with
wanting to shave my pubic hair?  I guess it was a control thing, just
another way for the boys to dominate me.  Or maybe it was the ultimate
finish to stripping me naked, so that not even my womanly fleece could
cover my pink bits.  Stalling for time, I asked if I could do it inside. 
But no, after making me stand out here for another minute while they
discussed that option, Tommy came back and said I had to shave my pussy
outdoors.

   Well this was certainly something I had never done before!  I nervously
glanced over my bare shoulder again, and then took a couple of steps toward
the bucket.  I was completely nude out here, and I knew cars could come
racing down the street at any moment.  That probably made me decide to just
get this over with.  I grabbed the can and squirted a healthy dose of the
foamy gel into my hand.

   This, I then applied to my lower stomach below my belly button, and
smeared the cream further down and between my thighs.  I had to hurry
before the falling rain washed it off my body, but I also didn -(TM)t want
to rush and cut myself.  So taking a deep breath, I found the razor and
started to scrape away my bush.  My labia were already pretty clean, I just
had a triangle of pubic hair that sprouted above the lips.  I kept my head
down, eyes on my work, but I knew the boys were enjoying the view of me
touching those intimate places as I dragged the blade up and across in
repeated strokes.  I was kind of positioned in a semi-squat, with feet
planted in the grass and legs bent and tummy sucked in.  It must have been
quite a sight from behind, my butt clenching with the motions!

   After rinsing off the razor blade a couple of times in the bucket that
had collected the rainwater, I pretty much finished the job.  I used the
sponge to pat down my now hairless pubic mound, blushing the whole time. 
The one thing I kept telling myself was that it would be over soon, I could
get back inside and finally get dressed.

   Then the blaring honk of a car horn nearly made me jump!  I turned
around just in time to see the red taillights speeding down the street.  I
also noticed that the rain had pretty much let up, and there was even a
break in the clouds.  It was just me, standing totally naked on my neighbor
-(TM)s front lawn --

   Quickly, I threw everything back into the pail the boys had provided for
me, and grabbed the handle.  With my other hand, I shyly cupped my pussy,
then dashed across the wet grass until I reached Timmy -(TM)s front door.
Since I was no longer in front of the window, I figure the boys would hurry
over to let me inside.  In the meantime, another car drove down the road
and there was nothing I could do about my bare ass on display.  Now I was
really embarrassed so I knocked loudly on the door, calling for Timmy to
open up.  Of course this meant, I was no longer using that hand to cover
myself!

    -œCalm down, Jenna! - the teenager said as he finally pulled the door
open, eyeing my nude body.

   Scolded, I kind of hung my head a little, and also let my arms dangle at
my sides.  I was afraid that my clitoris was fairly erect, but hopefully
the boys wouldn -(TM)t notice.  Timmy asked me if I was nice and clean.

    -œYes, Timmy -- - I answered meekly.   -œCan I get dressed now, before
anyone else sees me? -

   The boy continued to stand in the doorway, preventing me from entering
the house.   -œYou know, it looks like the sun is starting to come out. 
Besides, you -(TM)re much too wet to let inside right now. -

   Even as he spoke the words, I felt my nipples hardening, at the thought
of my nudity being prolonged.  I also knew that I would soon be wet in
other places.  As I brought my hands up slowly to cover my breasts, I asked
Timmy what he had in mind.

    -œJust go around and meet us in the backyard. -

   With that, Timmy slammed the door in my face.  I was left to shiver for
a moment, hugging my dripping naked body.  Then I realized that I had no
choice, since all my clothes were locked inside the house.  Lifting my face
to the sky, I saw that the clouds were indeed breaking up, and rays of
sunlight tingled warm on my bare skin.  I slicked my hair back with a hand
and then bounced down the steps.

   I stayed close to the house as I made my way around the side.  In a way,
I would be glad to be out of view from the traffic on the street.  The
ground was still wet, so I was cautious as I stepped over the blades of
grass tickling my bare toes.  The sensations I was feeling due to being
naked outside was pretty incredible, in spite of the embarrassing
circumstances.  By the time I actually reached the backyard, I was getting
kind of horny.

   This meant that I walked out into the open without bothering to cover
up. The boys were all watching me as I approached, my full breasts bouncing
and my pink pussy totally exposed.  I guess I may have let down my guard.
When I stopped into the middle of the yard, Tommy and Timmy and their
friends slowly circled around me.

   With the boys taking in every inch, every curve of my body, Timmy faced
me and said, "Hold your arms out, straight in front of you --"

   I did as instructed, and stood with my hands held out palms up, almost
as if I was about to receive a gift.  In spite of myself, I giggled, which
caused my bare tits and butt to bounce.  Suddenly, in a flash, Timmy
whipped out a pair of handcuffs -- seemingly from out of nowhere -- and
expertly slapped them on my wrists.

   "Oh my!" I gasped in shock, as these were no kiddie cuffs, but cold
steel around my skin.

   Unable to break fee, I let my hands fall in front of my body, coming to
rest on my smooth shaved pubic mound.  One of the boys behind me placed a
hand on my lower back, just above the crack of my ass, and pressed me
forward.

   As I took a few steps over the grass, Tommy was at my side and
explained, "We're bringing you over to that tree."

   I saw the large maple in the backyard that he was talking about.  It had
a canopy of broad of leaves, which provided some nice shade beneath the
branches.  More interestingly, I noticed that there were blocks of wood
nailed into one side of the trunk, as if they were making a tree fort. 
There was also a three-foot long shaft of metal embedded in the bark, and
sticking out like a flagpole.

   It was beneath this protrusion that the teenagers led me.  Looking up, I
saw that the metal spike was about a foot over my head.  Timmy then told me
to raise my arms and hook the links of the cuffs over it.  A little
embarrassed, I stretched my arms skyward, giving the boys a full frontal
display.  Even standing on my tiptoes, I came up just a little short. 
However, my neighbor and his friend Tommy were clearly out of patience, and
proceeded to give me a boost by squeezing my round butt cheeks and lifting.

   "Oooh!" I squealed, even bending my knees up and out.

   Sure enough, they were able to get my wrists hooked over the metal pole.
I was suspended totally naked, my toes only just touching the ground.  As I
twisted from side to side, trying to gain a more secure foothold, I
stretched my legs forward a little, which only resulted in parting them. 
This left my pink folds of skin below on display, and I know my clitoris
was poking out of its hood.  Finally, I decided to stop putting up a fight,
and just hung there blushing.

   Satisfied that I wasn't going anywhere, the boys then departed and head
back toward the house.  They disappeared through the back door, leaving me
nude and vulnerable.  At least they hadn't gagged me.  But completely
stretched out like this, my humiliation was in my body's excited state,
with nipples hard and quivering.  Even worse, I could feel my pussy pulsing
as if the slightest touch would set me off.  Unfortunately, my hands were
bound above my head, so I had no way of manipulating my pink parts.

   Moments later, Timmy and his friends emerged from the house.  One of
them looked like he was carrying a tripod and a video camera!  The other
four boys were toting those super-soaker water cannons!!  I squirmed a
little beneath the tree, but kept my legs closed and ankles locked
together. Helplessly I watched as the equipment was set up, and the
teenagers took their positions -- lined up like a firing squad about ten
feet in front of me.

   "Jenna, this is going to be your final punishment of the day," Timmy
announced.  "Do you have any last words?"

   I looked at the teenagers staring at my naked body, and then said to
Timmy, "Alright, boys, I think this has gone far enough -- how about you
take me down and let me get dressed?"

   That was when the first blast of water hit me!  It was icy cold as the
stream struck my bare stomach, causing me to yelp and kick my legs out.  So
much for modesty and trying to hide my bald pussy from the camera!  And
then another blast hit my body from another direction.  This stream was
more concentrated, and it traced a line like a laser up my chest and around
my nipples.  The water stopped for a second, allowing me to catch my breath
and look down to see my crotch glistening.

   And then someone let loose a spray directly in my face causing me to
close my eyes and sputter.  Two more streams had me wiggling and dancing on
my toes.  My wet boobs bounced around wildly.  Slowly, the concentration of
the water converged, and the boys started directing their aim lower and
lower.  I curled my toes and clenched my fists, trying to prepare myself
for the inevitable blast.

   They teased around my bellybutton and watched my tits jiggle, and then
their line of fire dropped.  A jet stream hit my exposed pussy, and my
whole body shook!

   "Aaaahhh!!!" I cried as the water struck the sensitive folds of skin.

   The boys were able to adjust the canon nozzles and fine-tune the steady
flow.  Soon it was like having my bare slit right in front of those jets in
a pool or a hot tub.  Furthermore, they were able to maneuver and direct
the arc of water so that it was massaging my labia, and tickling my
clitoris.  Whether they knew it or not, one of the boys hit my special
spot!

   "Oh yes, yes!" I screamed with pleasure, and now I wished they had
gagged my mouth.  "Oh, oh -- Don't stop!"

   Now I eagerly spread my legs and presented an inviting target.  I wasn't
sure if Timmy and his friends were still aiming for my pussy as they
continued to soak my entire body.  But every now and then the stream of
water would hit me down there, bringing me closer to the edge of an outdoor
orgasm!

   Finally, I couldn't hold out any more, and I began bucking my hips while
suspended by handcuffs.  With a loud moan of desire, I started to cum. 
Luckily I had been squealing and squirming the whole time, so I don't know
if the boys could tell what was happening.  Also, as they continued the
watery assault, they effectively rinsed off my body and cleaned away any
juices running down my leg.  At last, I shuddered and let my limbs go
slack, and lowered my head.

   Almost like it was a signal that they had finished me off, they boys
turned down their water rifles.  For a moment they let me hang there in
silence as a wide puddle collected at my feet.  I was a mix of emotions,
and still a little light-headed.  I mean I was pretty embarrassed, but at
the same time I kind of enjoyed it.

   And then Timmy and Tommy were on either side of me, each taking a hold
of my wrists, gradually sliding me toward the end of the metal shaft in the
tree.  Of course, they also assisted by planting their palms on my butt
cheeks and pushing me off the spike.  I landed with my bare feet flat on
the ground.

   "Um -- thank you," I said awkwardly.

   The teenage boys watched as I tried to use my hands cuffed together to
wring out the ends of my hair.  Blushing under their scrutiny, I finally
lowered my arms, fists in front of my dripping crotch.  I turned to Timmy,
and asked if he had the key to unlock these handcuffs.

   "Hmmm -- I seem to have misplaced them, Jenna!" the boy answered
deviously.

   I was shocked and spun around so they all had a look at my naked
backside.  "Timmy, how could you?"

   "Oh wait," my neighbor suddenly said, tapping his chin.  "I just
remembered that yesterday morning, I snuck over to your house and left the
handcuff keys under your front door mat."

   "Well what good does that do me here?" I asked exasperated.

   Tommy shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I guess you'll just have to
go home now to get those cuffs off you."

   My eyes went wide, as I realized what they were suggesting, or were
about to suggest.  This whole thing had been a set-up -- getting me
stripped, shaved, and having an orgasm on videotape!  And now they were
going to send me back home!

   "But -- but, my clothes!" I pleaded.  "Can't I get dressed first?"

   "Now how are you going to dress yourself, with your hands locked up?"
Timmy teased.  "Besides, you're still much too wet to come inside my house.
It seems you haven't been able to stay dry all day!"

   "But --"

   "That's right, get your butt back home!" one of the boys laughed.  "We
have some interesting videos to review."

   And with that, the five teenagers trudged back to the house with all
their toys.  I was left standing alone in the back yard.  When I heard the
door close behind them and lock, I took a deep breath, and started moving
around the side of Timmy's house.  With not even a scrap of clothing, I
delicately lifted my legs and stepped through the grass, I was going to
have to jog home in the nude.

   At least my wrists weren't cuffed with my arms behind my back.  In this
way, I was somewhat able to hide my tits and fold my hands over my bald
pussy.  Nonetheless, my bare butt jiggled and bounced like crazy as I
hurried down the street.

   Cars blared their horns as I streaked the distance between Timmy's house
and mine.  Sometimes people would roll down their windows and yell stuff at
me, or whistle.  I mean, it wasn't that bad since it was still a lazy
Saturday afternoon.  But still, a lot of people saw me, and I was totally
naked!

   Well, when I reached my house, I discover the small key for the
handcuffs underneath the mat -- just like Timmy said.  I wasted not time,
and unlocked the binding cuffs, throwing the cold metal to the ground. 
Standing with my ass facing the street, I gingerly rubbed my wrists, which
were a little sore.  And then I reached to open my front door.

   My keys!  Suddenly I realized that I had left my keys with all my
clothes back at Timmy's house!  Putting my hands to my head in despair, I
spun around just as a couple of kids were riding their bikes down the
block. Their eyes went wide at my display of full frontal nudity.  I
blushed, and put a palm over my crotch while trying to hide my erect
nipples.

   I guess there was nothing much I could do.  I would have to walk all the
way back to Timmy's house, and hope he would let me have my things.  At
least my body was dry now.  Well, except for one spot --
   THE END