llinney777 wrote: ↑Mon Sep 30, 2024 10:43 pm
I really loved this story. I have not one, but two different continuations. This first one follows directly after the last words of the original story. . .
{As Cheryl disappeared to the school's hallways the poor Camilla was left helpless now only being able to wonder how long it would take for the other girl to come back. What would she do if for example a boy saw her like this. “Be a good girl. You have to be a good girl. Don't cover up”, were the thoughts that had now taken control of her mind.}
Camilla stood shivering and goose pimpled in the cold hallway, waiting nervously. When would the nurse come back?
Then it happened, the bell rang. She'd been home schooled, and didn't know what that meant, but then she heard doors start opening, chattering voices and a herd of footsteps. Then they started coming around the corner, teenage girls, and boys, more and more than she'd ever seen in person.
She couldn't help it, and covered up before anyone had looked up from their phones or conversations to have seen her. With one desperate hand she tried the nurse's door, but of course it was locked. She twisted her legs, pressed her body as far back into the wall as possible, and covered herself with her arms.
Even as oblivious as teenagers are, it was only seconds before one, than more kids, noticed Camilla, and stopped shocked around her. Most started with a gasp, some covered their eyes, many laughed and pointed, but no one spoke until one boy spoke for them all.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?"
Brainwashed and befuddled, Camilla didn't think, Why are you naked in the hallway? But instead remembering Cheryl's orders, thought the boy meant, Why are you covering up? And looking away from the crowd of staring faces and down at her feet, she straightened her legs and dropped her arms to her sides. She had to clench her fists but kept still even at the eruption of gasps and shouts.
There was havoc all around, more noise and kids than she'd ever experienced. She looked up for a second and saw a standing room only crowd completely filling the hallway. Many boys and even girls were pointing their phones taking pictures! One boy was on his knees with his phone inches from her privates!
It was far too late, but Camilla finally broke down, curled up on the floor and covered herself.
"Oh, a streaker, huh?" a stern voice cut through the chatter.
A tall older lady with a salt and pepper crew cut and a police uniform pushed her way through the crowd and stood above Camilla.
"Now you want to cover up, huh, Missy? Too late for that now. You should have thought about that before you disrupted normal school operations."
The school resource officer brusquely pulled Camilla to her feet, twisted her arms behind her and handcuffed her. Once again all eyes, and phone cameras, were on Camilla's blushing face, tiny breasts, hairless slit, and now also her bare butt.
The husky officer pushed her right through the gawking crowd, Camilla's breasts knocking into her clothed classmates chests, and even her privates brushed against tartan skirts and khaki pants.
More and more of her peers witnessed poor Camilla completely exposed and naked, and even teachers and the janitor had come out to see all the hubbub.
As the officer passed yet another crowd of ogling onlookers fumbling for their phones, she laughed.
"Move along, nothing to see here!'' And pointed at Camilla's insignificant breasts and down at her bald slit.
But no one moved, focusing on memorizing or recording every jiggle of Camilla's little boobs and every motion of the girl's totally bare pussy lips.
Finally when pushed through a pair of doors onto grass beneath her feet and bright blue sky above her, the stunned and stumbling Camilla turned a pleading face toward her tormentor.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
The officer laughed as the huge crowd filling the stands of the field they were walking through fell into a shocked silence. The game against the school's biggest rival had drawn, along with both teams and coaches, a horde of parents and local fans from both schools, and yes, even two local tv news crews. Then there was an avalanche of shouting, laughter, and even some mocking applause, as the crowd roared back to life, and reporters scrambled to get footage and interviews first.
The officer had to shout above the sudden noise.
"Because you're a bad, bad girl!"
"I'm a good girl!" protested Camilla and stomped her foot sending her little breasts jiggling as the first news crew ran up and captured her quote.
The End version 1
Second version is coming soon.
