Chapter 7: Public Nudity at the Drive-Through
Lunch
Donna claps her hands together excitedly. “Let’s all go out to lunch!” she announces, her voice brimming with mischief.
Bruce stretches and nods. “Yeah, I just need to change first.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing myself for another perilous, humiliating, nude venture. Donna is smiling brightly as she takes my hand and pulls me out of my chair.
“Let’s go, my little naked friend,” she teases, her eyes sparkling with amusement. As I stand, she places both hands on my shoulders, leans in close, and says with glee, “We’re really gonna have some fun now, sweetheart.”
She merrily leads me toward the front door. The moment we step outside, I really feel my nakedness when a gust of cold air washes over me, sending shivers up my spine.
This time, I’m guided straight to the front bench seat of the station wagon, where I’m made to sit in the middle—sandwiched between Tammy and Donna. Both of them giggle as they slide in beside me, clearly delighted by my predicament. Behind me, Bruce and the guys take their seats, while Rhonda and Gail follow in their own car.
Instinctively, I move to cover myself, clasping my hands over my lap in a desperate attempt at modesty.
“Uh-uh-uh, there'll be none of that,” Tammy chides, shaking her head.
She grabs my left wrist and pulls my arm up, stretching it across the top of the seat behind her. Donna immediately follows suit with my right arm, leaving me feeling completely exposed. I press my knees together, only for Donna to gently but firmly separate them, placing my feet on either side of the hump in the floor.
Donna grins wickedly as she watches me squirm. “There, Smoothie, isn’t that better? Now we have a nice view of your hairless little wee-wee,” she taunts. "And it's such a
cute little thing!" she says as she takes my penis in her fingers and jiggles it around, causing me to almost jump out of my seat.
"Hey, that's not fair! I get to play with it, too," Tammy declares, glancing away from the road just long enough to reach over with her free hand. I stiffen in my seat while she boldly explores my penis and balls.
"You're right, his dick is is such a
cutesy little thing. And his little balls....they're cute, too. And they're so
smooth! You should feel them, Donna."
Tammy puts her hand back on the wheel and Donna immediately picks up where Tammy left off. I squirm around while Donna has her way with my balls, caressing them like she owns them.
"Ooh, yes," coos Donna."I see what you mean. They're darling little things.
"And I really like playing with his little pee-pee," continues Donna as she moves her hand upwards and starts fondling my penis. "I love how I can make it grow."
Sure enough, for the second time that day I feel a stirring in my loins, thanks to Donna's manipulations. Her unrelenting and skillful fondling of my ever-reactive penis is quite stimulating, and in short order I have a hard-on, much to Donna's delight.
"Blondie's got another woodie," declares Donna. "Check it out."
Tammy looks down, and while giggling says, "Indeed he does! It looks like one of those mini sausages we had for breakfast."
Once again the sounds of laughter echo through the car. Tammy has her eyes back on the road and reaches down. Donna defers to her and allows Tammy to fondle my penis while driving.
"Oh, you have such a darling, petite little penis, Blondie. It's so fun to play with," she says as she runs her fingers all around my hard-on.
I'm really squirming around now. I feel if she keeps this up I could lose it right here in the car.
"Please," I urge. "Please stop!"
"You be careful, Blondie," says the giggling Tammy as she mercifully lets go of my penis and puts her hand back on the steering wheel. "Don't you go spurting off in my parents' car, you naughty little boy."
Bruce leans in close, his breath tickling my ear. “Thanks for the show, Blondie. I can’t tell you how excited you’re making me.” His voice drips with delight, and before I can react, he reaches over and gives a quick, teasing tweak to my nipple. I shudder, squeezing my eyes shut for a brief moment, praying that when I open them I'll wake up from a nightmare.
But when I open my eyes, we’re cruising down a busy street and I’m still naked. My heart pounds as I wonder what fresh embarrassment awaits.
We reach the downtown area, and Tammy turns into a fast-food joint. I expect her to pull into a parking space, but to my horror, she steers directly into the drive-through lane. I tense up as I realize the ramifications of this maneuver.
“Tammy, no—please, come on, not this!” I beg, my voice cracking with desperation.
The only response is a chorus of laughter.
We roll up to the speaker, and the perky voice of a young girl crackles through. “Welcome to Burger Shack! Can I take your order?”
I shiver at the realization that in just a few moments, the owner of that voice will see me naked. Instinctively, I start to move my hands to cover myself, but Bruce intercepts my wrists with a firm grip.
“If you try to cover up once more, Blondie, we’re hauling you out of the car and dragging you into the middle of the restaurant,” he warns. “In case you didn’t notice when we drove by, there are a lot of people in there.”
I stay put while Tammy looks down and sees that my erection has started to subside. She multitasks by playing with my penis while ordering food and drinks for everyone. It wasn't long before I was completely hard again.
Tammy continues toying with me while we inch our way up the line. When we get close she moves her hand away, exposing my state of arousal for all to see. I am near a state of panic as the car pulls up to the window.
I’m practically vibrating with anxiety.
Everyone watches for the pretty young girl’s reaction. She opens her window and starts to pass a bag to Tammy. Then she sees me. The bag drops to the ground as her jaw opens wide in a classic expression of shock.
“Oh my GOD!” she squeals.
She covers her mouth with her hands and is laughing uncontrollably while she continues to stare at me. She’s laughing so hard that one of the guys at the counter comes over to see what the source of the hilarity is. He sees me, naked with a little hard-on and red as a beet.
He grins widely. I feel like I could possibly die from embarrassment.
"Why is he naked?" she asks, still grinning as she looks from me to Tammy.
Tammy smirks. “Oh, we’re just having a little fun with him.” She gives my crimson face a quick glance. “We’re definitely having a lot more fun than he is.”
The girl giggles.
“His name is Blondie,” Tammy adds.
"Hi, Blondie! I’m Trudy," the girl chirps, leaning out the window a little more to get a better look. Of course I am in no mood—or state of dress—to be making new acquaintances.
Tammy nudges me in the ribs. "Say hi, Blondie."
"Hi," I mumble, without looking up.
Tammy clicks her tongue. "Not good enough. Look up at her and ask how her day is going."
I swallow hard, forcing myself to lift my gaze. “H-how’s your day going?” I stammer.
Trudy giggles. “Oh, it just got way better, thanks to you!” She pauses, eyes twinkling. “The real question is—how’s
your day going?”
I open my mouth, but no words come out. Tammy’s elbow digs into my ribs again, more insistently this time.
"It’s... it’s fine, thanks," I manage weakly.
Laughter erupts around me as Tammy opens the door to grab the bag off the ground. She notices the spilled drink and hands the empty cup back to Trudy.
"Could you get us another Coke?" she asks sweetly.
Trudy disappears inside, but not before shooting me one last amused grin. I can hear the commotion as she rushes to the back, no doubt telling her co-workers about the naked boy in the drive-through with a little hard-on.
Donna again reaches down and plays with my penis.
"I just want to make sure you keep showing Trudy how happy you are to see her," laughs Donna.
When Trudy returns, she isn’t alone. A small crowd of her co-workers have gathered behind her, all craning their necks to gawk at me through the drive-through window. Their expressions range from wide-eyed disbelief to outright amusement. The laughter is immediate and relentless.
Even a couple of customers inside the restaurant catch wind of the spectacle and rise onto their tiptoes, peering over the counter to get a better look at me.
“He doesn’t want to be naked,” Trudy announces. “They’re making him do this.”
“Oh, this is too much!” one of the employees howls, clutching her stomach.
“His name is Blondie,” Trudy adds helpfully.
"Hi, Blondie!" a chorus of voices chimes in.
"Look at his little boner!" squeals a grinning young female employee.
"He must be cold. Maybe that's why it's so small," teases Trudy.
The laughter rings in my ears as my face burns even hotter
Forced out of the Car
Finally, Trudy hands over the Coke and says, “That’ll be $10.95.”
A quick collection is taken, but they only manage to scrounge up a little over ten dollars.
“Blondie, do you have an extra dollar?” asks Tammy facetiously.
Laughter erupts once again. She steps out of the car to fetch the remaining money from the others, leaving me even more exposed. The door is wide open, and grinning faces keep appearing at the pay window, eager for another peek. Tammy, of course, takes her sweet time, chatting and laughing with her friends while I sit there, squirming.
At last, she returns, pays Trudy, and just as I think we’re finally escaping, she turns to me with a mischievous smile.
“Blondie, Gail and Rhonda are going to need this to pay for their food,” she says, handing me two quarters. “Would you be a dear and run this back to them?”
I blink at her, thinking she must be joking. She is not. The energy in the car shifts—everyone sensing the inevitable. Donna grins as she swings open her door, stepping out to give me room. I freeze for a split second before Tammy gives me a shove, and I stumble out into the open.
A line of cars stretches behind us. I brace myself, then bolt toward Gail and Rhonda’s car, my bare legs pumping furiously. I look down and see that my penis is returning to its normal size—not that it is making this any less painful.
A couple of people honk their horns merrily when they see me.
I reach their window and bang on it desperately. Ever so slowly, Gail rolls it down.
“Hi, Blondie, can I help you with something?” she inquires with a devilish grin.
I thrust the money toward her, eager to get this over with.
“Oh, you should give that to Rhonda, sweetie,” Gail says with a laugh. “She’s the one paying.”
I lean across the seat to pass the quarters to Rhonda, but she twirls her finger in the air, signaling for me to come around. My stomach plummets. More honking. More laughter. My pulse pounds in my ears as I sprint around to the other side.
On my way, I catch a glimpse of the people in the car ahead of me—laughing uproariously at the scene. Over at the restaurant, three highly amused employees have crammed into the drive-thru window, while several customers have even stepped outside to witness the spectacle firsthand. The entire drive-thru has turned into my fan club.
Rhonda finally rolls down her window, plucks the coins from my palm, and pats the back seat.
“Hop in, Blondie.”
Relief floods through me as I scramble inside. But as the car inches forward toward the window, my relief is quickly replaced by dread—I have to pass by them again.
By now, the entire fast-food staff seems to be in on the fun. We get to the window and by everyone is having a high old time at my expense. Trudy is over her shock and is getting the most out of my humiliation, as she is grinning from ear to ear, staring at me while handing Rhonda her food.
As Rhonda reaches out to pay, she “accidentally” drops a quarter onto the pavement.
“Oh, Blondie,” she coos. “Would you be a sweetie and grab that for me?”
With trepidation, I step out of the car and have an extremely anxious moment when I can’t find the quarter. My heart pounds. I glance under the vehicle. Nothing.
Then I see it.
It has rolled right next to the car behind us.
I swallow hard, then sprint back there, acutely aware of the thoroughly entertained foursome inside—two guys, two girls, all grinning and laughing uproariously. I snatch up the quarter and rush back, eager to disappear.
I try handing it to Rhonda, but she shakes her head.
“Well, don’t give it to me, silly boy,” she says airily. “Pay the nice girl in the window.”
I hand over the coin without making eye contact with Trudy, but I can still see her broad smile and can sense her eyes looking me up and down.
“Thanks, Blondie, and thanks a lot for the entertainment!” she gleefully says. "And good luck with puberty," she adds, just for good measure.
Behind her, the restaurant erupts into cheers and applause.
My face burns hotter than ever as I clamber back into the car.
Mercifully, we drive off.
But of course my reprieve would be short-lived.
