Caroline is Confused (Complete)

[neverdoubted]

Caroline is Confused - Part 4

For Caroline, reaching the end of her school day did not mean the end of embarrassing exposure. She lived close enough to school to walk home. Using an electronic keypad to operate the garage door, she passed through the vacant garage and closed it behind her. With no brothers and sisters, and both parents still at work, arriving home to an empty house was nothing new to her. She would have to establish new routines and find ways to entertain herself now that she had outgrown the after-school programs that used to consume her afternoons and keep her busy.

She had friends who lived within walking distance and could always check out one of the nearby parks. But today, she just wanted to be alone. Entering the small mud room, she shrugged off her backpack and hung it on the wall. Then she sat down and unbuckled her shoes. Her new shoes had been causing a pinching sensation in her toes for the past couple hours and her aching feet badly needed a break. She removed her socks as well, preferring to let her toes wiggle freely.

She felt a tweak in her lower back when she stood up. Her body wasn't used to the new sensation of heels, even low ones. Twisting her torso back and forth and stretching her arms high above her head did help relieve the soreness a little bit. Her mom wore high heels every day to work. Caroline couldn't fathom how the woman was still able to function after a long day in heels.

Entering the kitchen, she saw a handwritten note stuck to the refrigerator by a magnet.

"Darling," it read, "I sat out some figs and honey and there's a Danish in the fridge if you want a snack. I can't wait to hear all about your wonderful first day when I get home! Love, Mom."

Caroline crumpled up the note and ferried it to the trashcan. The last thing she wanted to do was talk to anyone about her embarrassing day. Everything in her head still felt out of order and she had spent all afternoon trying to piece together what events had transpired leading up to the disaster in math class. But every time she started to sort through the daunting pile of events, she got overwhelmed by it or sidetracked.

She remembered missing all of sixth and seventh periods, spending them in the Vice-Principal's office waiting for someone to find her some replacement clothes. Her mother would be very disappointed to learn she was already falling behind in two of her classes.

Her mother would also not be happy to hear she had lost her brand-new dress on the first day of school. The details of how it happened remained foggy. All she knew was that she had been forced to finish her day in a mismatched outfit scavenged from the lost and found. She figured she could delay the consequences of losing dress by changing into normal play clothes and disposing of her borrowed outfit before her mother got home.

She was beyond ready to get out of these smelly cast-offs. Fortunately, she happened to already be standing in front of a trash receptacle. Pulling the grimy shirt off over her head, she caught another strong whiff of the cigarette smoke which clung to the fabric and had haunted her all afternoon. She breathed easier as soon as she got it off her body. But as she deposited it into the can, she realized another critical issue. She couldn't just leave a heavily smoke-infused shirt there in the kitchen trash for someone to come across. The safer route would be to ferry it to the larger outside can where it would eventually make its way to the curb on trash day.

Juggling several problems at once was a recipe for disaster for someone as prone to confusion as Caroline. As she shed the cut-off jean shorts and threw them away without ceremony, she had an idea to get out her backpack and go over her syllabus again. She had been waiting all day to learn what an "elective" class was only to miss her seventh period altogether. Did it have something to do with learning about electricity? She simply had to figure it out! It wasn't a bad idea to go over every other subject while she was thinking about it. At the last second, she stripped off her bad luck panties and threw them away as well. She never wanted to see them again, much less wear them.

After lifting the bag out of the trashcan, her brain tried to pull her body in three different directions at once. One part expected her to go straight to the mud room and retrieve her backpack. Another was telling her to hurry up and finish the chore of hiding the evidence. And the third part was screaming at her to stop all this foolishness and put some more clothes on. Even though she was the only one in the house, she was standing naked in her kitchen after all.

Since she didn’t want to do the other tasks while carrying a smelly trash bag around the whole time, the trash chore won the battle for priority. She couldn't comprehend why the warning bells in her head got so loud as she made her way to the back door and slid it open to step outside. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the bright afternoon sunlight, the naked girl walked barefoot across her cement patio and headed down the sidewalk that ran along the back of her house. She carried the bag with both hands, careful not to let it drag against the rough concrete.

A full privacy fence running all the way around her large backyard made it less likely that anybody would see her. Not that she was focused on that fact. Her destination was just around the corner of the house, and she would be finished with her nude chore and back inside in less than a minute. So why did her feet feel so dreadfully heavy with every step she took?

The outside trashcan had plenty of room to hold multiple indoor bags. It would get rolled out to the street on a weekly basis so the garbage truck could collect its contents. Lost in her thoughts, she rounded the corner to find the much larger, outside can right where she expected it to be.

Temporarily setting the bag on the ground, she lifted the hinged lid of the plastic can and let it fall open against the outside with a crash. Just as she was lifting the bag over the lip of the can, she heard a voice, much too close for comfort call out to her.

"Miss Caroline, is that you?" asked a voice from the other side of the privacy fence behind her. She recognized it as belonging to her next-door neighbor, Mr. Collins.

Caroline's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, she was acutely aware of every inch of her naked body, from the tips of her toes to the top of her forehead. Her only available form of cover came from the fence itself. When she was little, she used to stand on the rails and peek her head over the fence to talk to nice, old Mr. Collins.

He was a good neighbor who had only ever been nice to Caroline and her family. But the most he had ever seen of her body was when she wore a swimsuit and ran around in the sprinkler in her backyard. That had to be at least three or four years ago. She wasn't a little girl anymore; neither was she wearing a swimsuit. With her heart pounding, she ran up to the fence and stepped onto the railing. Peeking over the top, she located her neighbor and gave him a nervous smile.

"Uh, hi, Mr. Collins," squeaked the naked girl, certain he could hear the nervousness in her trembling voice, "yeah, it's me. I was just, um, taking some trash out." It wasn’t a lie. She had just conveniently left out the fact that she wasn’t wearing anything.

Mr. Collins sat down his watering can and ambled over to chat. Still unaware that his teenage neighbor didn't have any clothes on, he began to make small talk, noting what a pretty young lady she was growing up to be (just like her mother). Caroline felt her cheeks burning in shame while she tried to hold up her end of the conversation. She accepted his compliments about her new hairstyle and turned her head to show it off for him. But she was careful to keep her head low so he couldn't see anything below her neck.

She was standing in an awkward position with her knees bent and the lower fence railing only wide enough to support her toes. But Caroline wasn't about to leave her only source of cover. Unfortunately, Mr. Collins was also in no hurry to end the conversation. He was glad for company and, with a captive audience, happily brought up anything and everything that came to his mind. The naked girl was trapped. She could only smile and nod along to avoid revealing her naked secret.

Finally, she sensed Mr. Collins running out of steam. She made her straining muscles hold the pose a little bit longer as he wrapped up what had felt like an agonizingly long conversation but in reality, had only lasted about five minutes.

"It was so nice to see you again, Caroline. You are turning into a very nice, young lady. Your parents should be proud. Will you say ‘hello’ to them for me?" he asked.

Caroline nodded and gave him a genuine, beaming smile. Thinking she had just survived an entire conversation with her neighbor without him noticing she was naked just on the other side of the fence, she breathed a sigh of relief. But then, he added one last request.

"Say, you don't happen to see a frisbee over there, do you?" he asked.

Caroline turned her head to scan her yard. Her heart sank when she saw the brightly colored plastic lying in the grass about twenty paces away. With a pit forming in her stomach, the naked girl turned back and nodded truthfully, and sealed her fate. She knew what was coming next but flinched anyway when Mr. Collins asked if she would kindly retrieve it for him.

Climbing down from the railing, she turned her bare bottom to the fence and began to walk toward the frisbee. She didn’t know what else to do. By pretending like everything was normal, she had brought this on herself. As she walked, she braced herself for her neighbor to inevitably peek over the fence and discover the girl who had been so casually carrying a conversation with him had been buck naked the whole time.

"It belongs to my grandson, you see? He was playing with it last time he was here, and I guess he got to throwing it too high and---" said Mr. Collins, his words failing him when he reached the fence line and peeked over to see way more of his pretty teenage neighbor than he ever expected. When he went silent, Caroline knew it was because he could now see her whole, bare body and was studying her naked backside. Now knowing what else to do, she just kept walking until she reached the frisbee.

All Mr. Collins could manage to say was, "ahem," when the gorgeous naked teenager turned around and began walking toward him. Every inch of her exposed body had something interesting to look at. Her pale, unblemished skin radiated in the bright sunlight, and she walked with an innate gracefulness; her petite toes treading lightly over the turf like a stealthy feline who doesn't want to leave tracks.

Her areolas formed pink targets on her mostly flat chest. They sat proudly upon her small, conical breasts which were just big and pliable enough to cause her nipples to bounce playfully with every step she took.

Her bare shoulders were tensed. While her left hand was balled into a tight fist, her right hand gripped the frisbee tightly. That was one of the few outward signs that she might not be comfortable with her current state of undress. She managed to keep a friendly smile on her face, but her cheeks were also red with embarrassment.

Between steps, her puckered pussy lips winked in and out of sight. She was starting to grow a fan of soft black hair just above her cleft; not even enough yet to keep her creamy white skin beneath from shining through the dark veil.

Mr. Collins must have cleared his throat at least a dozen times as the naked teen walked across the yard to meet him. Suddenly, the chatty neighbor had nothing more to say.

"I...ahem, that is, AHEM," he said, pushing his glasses further onto his nose then blinking in surprise when it accidentally caused him to see the naked girl even more clearly.

"I, uh, I gotta get going," she said, handing the frisbee to her stunned neighbor over the fence. "...homework..."

Mr. Collins nodded and cleared his throat again to talk. But nothing came out. The nude spectacle in front of him had rendered him speechless. Seeing he was not going to dismiss her or formally end the conversation, she just turned and walked back inside the house, feeling his eyes staring at her naked bottom the whole way.

[imanewb]

Caroline is Confused - Part 4

Beautifully written, and engaging full of little details (providing 'colour'), wit and charm.

Great characters (and development thereof) - one can get a real 'feel' for both Caroline and Mr. Tharson - the insights gained from his backstory, for example, explaining his both his reaction to the girl and the rationalisations on dealing with future incidents - after all, the voice of authority bade it so!

6/5 so far

[perseus]

Great couple of chapters! The chapter with her in the backyard and the neighbor was great! But I'm definitely most looking forward to what happens when Caroline gets back in Matthew's class!

Great job!

[fuwafuwataimu]

Poor confused Caroline! Despite her embarrassing predicament, she still managed to handle it with dignity - good job. That said, it would have been a lot of fun if she had forgotten her nudity in the back yard just like she had at school. Being reminded of her state by her neighbor would have been both confusing and embarrassing!

Thanks for the pair of chapters!

[SDS]

Poor Caroline... im sure the worst is over... im sure none of her mean classmates or a teacher with a grudge will take advantage of her confusion and cause her more embarrassment!

[neverdoubted]

Poor Caroline... im sure the worst is over... im sure none of her mean classmates or a teacher with a grudge will take advantage of her confusion and cause her more embarrassment!

Oh, boy. Do I have some extremely bad news for you!

[imanewb]

Poor Caroline... im sure the worst is over... im sure none of her mean classmates or a teacher with a grudge will take advantage of her confusion and cause her more embarrassment!

Oh, boy. Do I have some extremely bad news for you!

The government's run by angry lizard men from mars?

But 'seriously' - any plans to get the mother, for whom poor Caroline will suffer, involved? Not that it matters either way, just a random question that popped into my head.

[SDS]

Honestly a personal preference of mine in these types of stories is when our poor victim is left with her peers and the real bullying starts.

That's just me though

[neverdoubted]

- any plans to get the mother, for whom poor Caroline will suffer, involved?

Not this time, sorry.

[imanewb]

- any plans to get the mother, for whom poor Caroline will suffer, involved?

Not this time, sorry.

No problem, thanks for the reply - just thought it might have been funny (the 'oh so that's why she looked so familiar' moment before the newly confident 'nerd' took his old nemesis down a peg or two too)... but, in the meantime... *waits patiently to see what trials will befall poor Caroline