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CITY MOUSE IN THE COUNTRY
By Little Robbie


Chapter 1

“Emma! Emma!” I could hear my cousin Ronnie greeting me before I even got out of the car. My parents had just driven me from the city to the country to spend a couple of days with my aunt and uncle, their daughter Ronnie (short for Veronica), and their son Noah. Once I had unloaded my suitcase and we all said our good-byes, my parents were off to their own “no children” vacation in the mountains. A good deal for everyone. Ronnie and I only see each other once or twice a year, so we were both excited to be able to spend a couple of days together, especially on such a beautifully warm week in early June.

Ronnie was 16, a year older than me, and had just recently got her driver’s license, so she was celebrating her new independence. We were going to go driving around near their small farm, but first we did have a moment to get a good look at each other. Ronnie was turning into quite a doll. She was now about 5’-8”, and her shoulder-length warm black hair looked beautifully sexy, as did her figure. I was SO envious of her C-cup breasts and her tight behind.

I had not quite blossomed that much. My breasts were B-cups at best (but I thought my areolas and nipples were a rather sexy shade of pink) and I was working on tightening up my butt. I was a little shorter than Ronnie, and I had recently had my blond hair cut to chin-length that I thought looked pretty good on me – that is, when I actually styled it, most of the time it was just a mess.

Ronnie and I got in her car – a convertible! – and set out to explore the local environs. Ronnie clearly enjoyed being able to drive on her own, and the mostly empty local roads gave her the perfect opportunity to speed a little recklessly, one hand on the wheel and one hand extended in a fist up above the windshield. Ronnie has always been the more outrageous and outgoing of the two of us, which was fine with me, because I’m happy to shrink into her shadow when we’re with her friends. Ronnie is also more sexually experienced and would happily regale me with tales of her bedroom exploits whenever we got together. I never had much to offer in these conversations; I was still a virgin, and the furthest I had gone with a boy was “second base”, which Ronnie thought was “just so sad.”

We returned to the house and soon sat down to a delicious dinner with my Aunt Jeanine, Uncle Pete, and my cousin Noah. Noah was 13 and in a growth spurt, already as tall as me. He was a handsome and polite kid who seemed to spend most days gaming with his friends in the basement.

After dinner, Ronnie and I excused ourselves and headed upstairs to her bedroom, which she was going to share with me while I was visiting. Her bedroom was very large, having once been two separate bedrooms, and she had a big king-size bed. She also had her own bathroom, a bit of a luxury for an old farmhouse. We closed the bedroom door and relaxed into some serious girl talk. After a while, Ronnie grinned evilly and piped up with, “Y’know what would be fun? Let’s play Truth or Dare!”

That took me by surprise. “Um, okay I guess. I’ve only played that once before, but okay.”

Ronnie clapped. “Great! Only one rule: you can’t choose Truth twice in a row. Okay? I’ll start, I choose Truth.”

Hmm. I don’t really know what to ask her. Okay, I’ll go for it. “How many boys have you had sex with?”

Ronnie didn’t even hesitate. “Five. So far!” We both had a good laugh over that. “So, Emma, truth or dare?”

I was definitely not ready for a dare. “Truth, please.”

“When you masturbate, what lurid fantasy is your favorite?”

Yikes! Ronnie was upping the stakes right away! I had to tell the truth. What should I reveal? “Umm. I guess that I’m being made to take off my clothes in class, in front of my classmates – girls and boys! – and getting a paddling from the teacher.”

Ronnie got excited. “Wow! Naked humiliation! I love it! We’re going to have to talk more about that sometime! Okay, so there’s no need to ask me, I have to take Dare.”

“Alright, I’ve got it! Take off your shoes and socks and let me tickle your feet for a full minute without stopping.”

Ronnie started taking off her shoes, offering, “Okay, a little tame, but we can juice things up from here.”

Once she had bared her feet, I instructed her to lie down on the bed face-up and put her hands under her. “Okay, I’m going to start the timer on my phone. No stopping until the minute is up. Are you ready to begin?” She nodded. I started in on the soles of her feet with my fingertips. She immediately reacted by giggling, then laughing out loud. I lightened my touch using only my fingernails. Ronnie howled and shivered. “No, NO! Enough, stop!”

“Unh-uh! No stopping until the timer is up!” I moved my fingernails up to her toes, and she howled anew. I didn’t actually realize that my cousin was so ticklish. It was becoming very fun to torture her like this. Finally, the minute was up, and I stopped.

“Emma, that was ruthless! That was a better dare than I expected. Well done! Are you ready for your dare now?”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Strip to your underwear and stand at attention.”

OMG! I could see that this was going to be a potentially embarrassing game of Truth or Dare. “Um, right . . . right here in the middle of your bedroom? Is . . . is your door locked?”

“Nope! Someone could walk in any minute!” Ronnie grinned.

“Your window shades are open, can we close them first?”

“I don’t think so, Emma. Who’s gonna be looking, the nearest house is half a mile away. Let’s get to it!”

I had no other delaying tactics, so I took a deep breath and started to take off my shoes and socks. Next, I pulled my cotton sweater up over my head and off. Finally, I unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down to my ankles, then off, one foot at a time. I folded my top and my jeans and placed them on an empty chair, along with my shoes and socks.

Ronnie was enjoying this, sitting on the edge of her bed. “Remember, Emma, stand at attention! Oh, and one more rule: once you remove an article of clothing, it stays off for the rest of the game.”

I straightened up, arms at my sides, facing Ronnie. I felt my face redden. It felt so strange to be undressed in someone else’s bedroom. I was suddenly and embarrassingly aware of my breasts and butt. My breasts barely filled out my rather plain white bra – just little “melons” – and my butt was a little shy of bubbled, but I thought it was adequately sexy, even though my panties did nothing to enhance it.

Ronnie directed me, “Now stay just like that until your next dare.”

“Yes, Ronnie. So, for you, truth or dare?”

“I’ll take another truth.”

Now what? I had trouble thinking, standing there in just my undies. “What do you fantasize about when you, um, you know . . . masturbate?” (That was not a word I was used to saying out loud.)

“I imagine having other people – boys and girls – as my naked slaves, doing whatever I order them to do, no matter how humiliating to them. Sometimes I fantasize that I am making them perform oral sex on me.”

I stood there dumb, not knowing how to react to that.

“How about you, Emma? Truth or dare?”

After hearing about Ronnie’s fantasies, I would not risk asking for another dare right now. “Truth, please.”

Ronnie’s eyes became sly slits. “Have you ever given a blow job or hand job? If so, describe it.”

“Only a hand job. Once. Last year, I was babysitting for a neighbor. My boyfriend at the time, who lived a couple of blocks away, texted me and asked me if he could come over. The kid I was babysitting for was asleep, so I said yes. Once he was there, we started making out on the sofa, and I was getting pretty turned-on from him feeling me up under my bra. I started rubbing him, you know, down there, and he stopped me and unzipped. I had never had a penis in my hand before. He was very hard, and I started gently stroking him. It didn’t take long before he spurted, and it got all over my hand and his stomach. We wiped it up with kleenex, and he left. That’s it, just that once.”

Ronnie seemed like she enjoyed my little story. Seeing the knowing smile on her face, I’m guessing she had much more experience with penises than me. “Very nice, little Emma! I’m totally turned on! So, I’m ready for a dare now!”

”Okay. I’ve got it. Lower your shorts and show me your panties for ten seconds.”

Ronnie was unfazed. “You got it, cuz! Front or back?”

“Oh! Back please.”

Ronnie turned on the bed and got on her knees. She dropped her shorts until I could see her butt, which was pretty much completely naked, since apparently Ronnie was wearing a thong. “How’s that, Emma?”

As I suspected, Ronnie had a very sexy ass. “Wow! Excellent! Five more seconds.” I wanted to bite into it! “Okay, time’s up!”

Ronnie was in no hurry to cover up. She wiggled her ass at me a couple of times before pulling her shorts back up. “Well, that was fun! You ready for your dare, my dear cousin?”

“Yep, ready!”

“You’re really going to enjoy this one! We are going to walk down the hall to Noah’s bedroom. We will check to make sure he is asleep. I know that Noah always sleeps nude, with just a sheet covering him. You will carefully pull back the sheet, revealing Noah’s cute little dick. Then, to complete your dare, you must give Noah a hard-on by tickling his penis WITHOUT WAKING HIM UP! Got it, little cuz?”

My head was spinning. Did I hear her correctly? “No no no no no! Are you kidding?! I couldn’t do that, I just couldn’t! Give me an alternative, I’ll do anything else.”

“Oh, yeah? Anything?” I could see Ronnie’s evil brain working on this. “Your alternative, Emma dear, is to give Noah your very first blow job. Shall we do that?”

I couldn’t believe I was being forced to actually touch my cousin’s penis. “Um. Um. Noah is a 13-year-old, right?”

“That’s right, 13!”

“Oh god! And . . . and can I put my pants and top back on before we go into the hall?”

“Absolutely not, little Emma. You look very cute just as you are!”

“Wh-what happens if Noah wakes up?”

“Well, I think you just keep going. You’re not leaving that bedroom until Noah is sporting a major boner.”

OMG. Can I do this? A 13-year-old boy? My cousin? It’s a dare, I can’t get out of it now. “Uh, okay, I guess.”

“Alright, let’s get going. You know, Emma, you do look kinda cute and sexy in those undies. We’ll have to work on your intimate wardrobe.”

Ronnie opened her bedroom door and checked to make sure nobody was out there. She gestured me to follow her into the hallway. We tiptoed along the hall toward Noah’s room. I was suddenly VERY aware of how naked I was; every square inch of my exposed skin cried out in embarrassment. Finally, we reached Noah’s bedroom door. Ronnie quietly turned the knob and eased the door open a crack. She looked back at me and whispered, “Good, he’s asleep. And he’s lying on his back, so this will be a snap. Let’s go.”

She opened the door just enough for us to walk through, then we were into the room. Ronnie left the door open just enough to allow the hallway lighting to softly illuminate Noah’s bed. She was grinning from ear to ear as she waved me over to the other side of Noah’s bed. She whispered across the bed, “Do it, Emma, right now.”

My face was suddenly hot as I reached down and carefully inched the sheet down to expose Noah’s nether regions. And there it was, Noah’s 13-year-old penis! OMG, it was actually kinda cute, but it was not very large, and it was definitely soft. And his two shiny balls just below the base! I caught myself staring dumfounded. Ronnie had to nudge me to get on with it. I timidly reached out, but I couldn’t get my fingers to do what I had to do. Ronnie gave me a second nudge. Okay. Gently, gently I let the fingertip of my right index finger graze along the underside of his dick. I stole a glance at his face, half-expecting his eyes to pop open, but he remained asleep. I let out a breath and went back to concentrating on my right hand.

I added my thumb and middle finger to the touch and applied a little pressure up and back to see if I could get it to start stiffening. Nothing. Now what?! I opened my fingers and very slowly wrapped my whole hand around his penis, just barely touching the skin. Then I gently slid my hand in a slow stroking motion along its length. After a few barely-touching strokes, I noticed his penis begin to lengthen and get firmer. I looked at his face again, and he still appeared fully asleep.

I got bolder and let my soft hand wrap around the top. Then I slowly twisted my hand in a circular motion around the top. Suddenly I heard a whimper from Noah, and I pulled my hand back in a jerk reaction. Did I wake him up? No, he looked like he was still asleep. I looked back at Noah’s penis, and I was delighted to see it getting engorged. A few more strokes of his newly-lengthened dick, and it looked to me like a full boner. I looked up at Ronnie, and she whispered, “Keep going, I think he can get harder.”

I returned to the job at hand (oops, sorry). The stroking of the shaft seemed to be having the most effect, so I continued to gently stroke Noah’s penis, and it looked like Ronnie was correct, the penis was indeed getting longer and more engorged. I was fascinated looking at it, when – WHOA! – it began spurting semen all over his chest and stomach. Some of it even landed on his neck and face. I recoiled backwards, as did Ronnie. We both slowly got back up and checked to see if Noah woke up when he ejaculated. Amazingly, no. I suppose he will have thought he had a wet dream. Ronnie and I looked at each other, amazed.

I reached out and gently laid Noah’s penis down on his stomach – oh, it was so beautiful! – and pulled the sheet back up over it. Then we crept out of the room. Once she had closed the door, we both started to explode with laughter, but we caught ourselves from making too much noise and tiptoed back to Ronnie’s bedroom.

Ronnie was in stitches. “Wow, you did it, little cousin! You jerked off my little brother and didn’t even wake him up!”

I was SO RELIEVED! I honestly don’t know what I would have done if Noah had woken up, especially because Ronnie seemed determined that I finish the job anyway. So glad to have that dare behind me. “Okay! Right!” Big breath. “So, your turn – truth or dare?”

“After that little adventure, I think I’d better take truth.”

Hmm. Oh! I suddenly had it!

“Have you ever done what I just did, with Noah?”

Ronnie’s eyes narrowed. “Aha! Caught! Yes, I did, but only once. Just last month. But he didn’t cum when I did it.”

“YOU are shameless! Your own brother!” I broke out laughing, then we both cried with laughter for a good ten minutes. Then Ronnie brought us back down to earth. “So, Emma! Truth or dare?”

I took a minute to ponder that. It was my turn to take truth. But. Um . . .

“Dare.”

Whoa! I surprised myself. Why did I do that? Did I, um, actually want to do embarrassing dares for Ronnie?

She jumped on it instantly. “I thought so! You like doing dares, don’t you?! Well, you’re going to get your wish! Your dare, dear Emma, is to be my slave for the rest of the week while you are here. I promise to take care of you, but you are going to be embarrassed and humiliated by me just beyond what you think you can stand. Got it?”

“Um. Yeah! Are we, uh, done playing Truth or Dare?”

“Yes, we are. It’s all you, and it’s all dares from here on out. Now strip naked.”

Love the story, reminds me so much of my adventures with my cousins growing up

Would love to read your adventures too!

CITY MOUSE IN THE COUNTRY
By Little Robbie


Chapter 2

“Your dare, dear Emma, is to be my slave for the rest of the week while you are here. I promise to take care of you, but you are going to be embarrassed and humiliated by me just beyond what you think you can stand. Got it?”

“Um. Yeah! Are we, uh, done playing Truth or Dare?”

“It’s all you, and it’s all dares from here on out. Now strip naked.”

My mouth dried up, and I stiffened slightly. Yes, I think I wanted this, but was I ready for it?

“Yes, Ronnie.”

“And no covering up with your hands.”

I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. I held the cups in place while I shrugged the straps down and off. I took a breath and pulled the cups away, revealing my still-developing 15-year-old breasts. It was weird feeling Ronnie’s bedroom air on my (ooh!) boobs. After a big breath, I hooked my thumbs into the waist of my panties, slid them down to my ankles, and stepped out. I let my hands drop to my hips. I was now fully exposed – bare breasts and bald kitty – standing in the middle of Ronnie’s bedroom. My face was hot from embarrassment. I had never been seen naked by another person my age, and I felt like a naughty child.

Ronnie slowly got up from the bed and walked over to me, then around behind me. I jumped when her hand reached around and started fondling my left breast. “Still growing, I guess.”

“Yes, Ronnie, I sure hope so.”

“Lie down on the bed, face up, and extend your arms toward the corners of the headboard.”

I did as she asked, my stomach doing flip-flops. Ronnie tied my wrists to the headboard, then she moved to the end of the bed, spread my ankles, and tied them to the bed frame. I was now stretched out, unable to move, and completely exposed. I’d never done anything like this before. I was scared and excited at the same time.

“You seemed to really enjoy tickling me earlier, I wonder how you will feel being on the other end of things.”

Oh, no. My eyes got super wide. I don’t know whether I will be able to do this without waking up the household.

Ronnie appeared above me with my panties and a length of duct tape. “We can’t have you waking everyone up, can we? Open your mouth, please.” I did, and she quickly stuffed my panties into my mouth and fastened the duct tape over it. Now what?

“I wonder where you are the most ticklish . . .” Her fingernails lightly trailed down my arms to my armpits. I screamed, but nothing came out. She worked on my armpits for many, many minutes while I continued to silently scream with laughter, then she moved to the sides and undersides of my boobs. More torture, my eyes were watering now. Then she started in on my nipples, and this was both ticklish and sexy. This went on for many more minutes, until I thought I would hyperventilate.

I then felt her fingers slide down to between my legs, where she started tickling my clitoris. Now I was thrashing around on the bed, my screams were still stifled by my panties and the duct tape. Several more minutes of diddling my clit – and me screaming and sweating – and she moved on to (I dreaded it) my feet! This was definitely my most sensitive spot for tickling, and Ronnie showed no mercy. She held my right foot with one hand, and with the other hand she scraped her fingernails across my toes – OMG! – then down the outside edge to my heel, then finally to my soft arch. TOO MUCH, TOO MUCH! Ronnie, stop! STOP! She couldn’t hear me, but it didn’t matter because she wasn’t about to stop. After several minutes of this torture, she was on to the other foot, and I’m still screaming and tearing at the ropes, while Ronnie is taunting me, “What’s the matter, dear cousin? Not enough tickling? You want more? More on the feet? Well, okay, if you insist!”

More feet tickling. On and on. I can’t breathe, and I’m dying. Finally it was over. I fought to catch my breath and calm down. Every nerve in my body was crackling. Ronnie carefully removed my tape gag and retrieved my panties from my mouth. “Well, look at you! Flushed all over! And your nipples, dear Emma, are definitely standing at attention.”

What?! I looked down at my breasts and was amazed to see my nipples looking like erasers.

“So, I guess you hated that, didn’t you, little cuz?”

“Yes, you were torturing me! You . . . you were relentless!”

“Yeah, I can tell how much you hated it. You aren’t turned on at all, are you?” Just then, I felt her finger on my clitoris. “You are soaking wet, Emma!”

“No. No! I . . . I . . . ”

“Right, that’s what I thought. Tell you what, I’m going to untie one of your hands right now, and let you masturbate, which I suspect you are dying to do. If you can make yourself cum within sixty seconds, I’ll untie your arms and legs for the night. Otherwise you stay tied down till morning. Ready? Here goes!”

I felt Ronnie untie my left hand. “No! Ronnie! I can’t do that right here! Right in front of you! I can’t! Really!”

“Fifty-five seconds remaining . . . “

Oh, hell! I couldn’t bear to be tied up for the night! And time was running out. I reached down with my left hand and began caressing my clitoris – a little awkward because I was right-handed, another of Ronnie’s evil schemes! I closed my eyes and concentrated on the now-increasing surges of pleasure I was able to coax from my clitoris and vagina. “Ummm! Ohhhh! . . . “

“Hey, keep it down, kid, you’ll wake up young Noah. And then we’ll have to invite him in!”

My left hand went into overdrive. I was plunging hard and fast into my vagina. I’m used to rubbing my nipples when I do this, but I only had one hand to work with. Hard and faster. Now! Yes! “Ohhhhh. Yess! Yesssss!” I shuddered and came harder than I had ever cum before. OMG.

Ronnie was beside herself. “Way to go, Emma! Proud of you! I don’t think you quite woke anyone up, but you were close! We’ll know for sure if we hear a knock at the door. Okay, let’s untie you – for now!” She reached out and undid the ropes on my right wrist and both ankles. It felt heavenly to be able to move around. I got up and moved to reclaim my clothes, when Ronnie interrupted.

“No, no. No getting dressed. I think you are going to sleep naked tonight. And no covers for you.”

I hated this. I think.

I sat on the edge of the bed while Ronnie got ready for bed. Once she was in bed and was snuggled warm beneath the sheets and the duvet, I stretched out, nude and uncovered, next to her. This was another new feeling for me, a little sexy at first, then just plain naked and exposed. How would I ever get to sleep?

CITY MOUSE IN THE COUNTRY
By Little Robbie


Chapter 3

“Emma! Emma! Rise and shine! And get your hand out from between your legs!”

OMG! I was immediately awake! And my hand WAS between my legs. Super embarrassing! I removed it and buried my face in my pillow until the humiliation wore off.

Ronnie had a big laugh. “WHAT a slut you are becoming!”

“I AM NOT! Don’t say that! I just . . . um . . . can I get dressed now?” Ronnie smiled and nodded. I practically ran into the bathroom for a long, hot shower. I finally exited the bathroom, much refreshed, and found a few pieces of clothing laid out for me on the bed. Just a short skirt and a bare-midriff button-up top. They must have come from Ronnie’s closet, because I didn’t pack anything this revealing. I didn’t even OWN anything this revealing! Ronnie slipped into the bathroom as I came out, so I didn’t get a chance to ask her why the underwear was missing.

I sat on the edge of the bed and waited until she returned. “Oh, did you find your wardrobe for the day?”

“Yes, I did. These must be yours, will they fit me?”

“Well, let’s try them on and see.”

“Okay. And what underwear did you have in mind?”

Ronnie gave me a wide grin. “I had in mind NO underwear. No panties and no bra. Commando and sexy for you today. Got it, cutie?”

Oh, man! Can I do this? Ronnie is pushing me a little higher than I anticipated. Still, I sort of agreed to this. “Yeah. Yeah. Got it.” I started to get dressed, which obviously was not going to take long. Ronnie and I were about the same size, except she was a little taller, so the clothes she found for me actually fit fairly well. The skirt came down to about four inches above my knees. I had never worn a skirt without underwear before, so I was going to have to get used to feeling the air on my bare pussy. I was blushing already, just standing there in the bedroom. “So, are we going out somewhere?”

“As a matter of fact we are! But I’m not telling! Let’s go downstairs and see about breakfast.” Breakfast was being prepared by Aunt Jeanine, and it smelled fantastic. Ronnie and I sat down at the big table in the kitchen and were soon joined by my aunt and uncle and . . . Noah, who seemed in a particularly good mood. No wonder, I thought.

After breakfast, Ronnie and I hopped into her car and were off. Ronnie glanced my way and said, “Emma, don’t sit on your skirt. Pull it back from underneath you so your bare butt is directly on the seat.” Ronnie looked straight ahead and smiled. “And I don’t want to see a wet spot when you get out!”

Totally embarrassed. Again.

After a drive of about 20 minutes, Ronnie turned left into her high school campus and parked over near the athletic field. “Wanna see my school?”

“Yes, sounds like fun!” I said with an excited smile, all the while wondering what she was up to.

We walked up to the gym, and Ronnie found one door that had not closed all the way, so she pulled it open, and in we went. “Summer school doesn’t start until next week, so there’s nobody much around. I think the football team has practices, but not until later. Hey, there’s a basketball, want to shoot some?”

“Okay, but I’m sure you’re better than me, because I haven’t played much recently, just sometimes in PE class.”

Ronnie and I had fun dribbling and shooting baskets. It was a little awkward for me in my short skirt with no panties – I carefully avoided jumping. Ronnie, on the other hand, was wearing shorts and a polo shirt and had no trouble playing basketball. After a few minutes of this, Ronnie announced, “Okay, now I think it’s time for a game of Strip Horse. You know how to play Horse, don’t you, Emma?”

“Isn’t that where one of us makes a basket, and the other one has to shoot from the same spot and make hers, too?”

“Exactly right. And every time the second girl misses, she gets a letter, H-O-R-S-E. Whichever of us spells HORSE first is the loser. Well, in my version of the game, instead of getting a letter when she misses, the girl loses an article of clothing. Whoever gets naked first – not counting shoes and socks – must accept a punishment of the other girl’s choosing. You ready?”

This did not bode well for me; Ronnie had more clothes on than I did – i.e., underwear! Plus, she was better at basketball than me. But I didn’t want to say no to my cousin (and I kinda liked the thrill of the dare) so, after a slight hesitation, I said, “Ready.”

I won the coin flip, so I got to shoot first. I made a simple layup, and Ronnie matched it, naturally. I moved a little farther out but missed my shot. Ronnie moved to the other side and made her basket. I tried from the same place and missed, which delighted Ronnie no end. She quietly chanted, “Take It Off! Take It Off! Take It Off!” until I reached down to start unbuttoning my top. There were only four buttons, so it didn’t take long. I gulped and looked around before taking it off completely. No one in the gym, Ronnie had been right about that. I slowly slipped the top down my arms and tossed it onto the first row of the bleachers, then I used my arms to cover my now-naked breasts.

Ronnie said, “Why are you covering your boobs? As you can see, there’s no one here but the two of us. And we’re still playing Horse, right?”

She was right, there’s no use covering up, but I’ve never been naked above the waist in public before. No matter how daring I could envision myself, it was not easy revealing my breasts, even to Ronnie. I forced myself to lower my arms, and the feeling of cool air on my nipples was both embarrassing and maybe slightly liberating.

Ronnie grinned from ear to ear, saying, “See? Fun, right?” and immediately started dribbling the basketball away from me. She tried her next shot from a little farther away, and the ball hit the rim and bounced to one side. My turn. I could barely dribble in my half-naked state, but I did put up a shot from only a few feet in front of the rim and missed badly.

Then Ronnie took the ball to the free-throw line, and I watched as the ball arced perfectly through the rim and the net. She threw up her arms in triumph. “Yes! Yes! Match that, Emma my friend!”

What was I doing playing strip basketball?! Alright, here goes. I bounced the ball about ten times before putting up my shot. It hit the front of the rim and bounced straight up, then fell back down to one side, a bad miss.

Ronnie was delighted. “Time to lose that skirt, girl! It’s not really covering up much anyway, right?”

“Shit, Ronnie! O . . . Okay . . . You’re . . . not really gonna make me get fully naked here, are you?”

“Oh, yeah, Emma. Butt-naked! Right here!”

My head was spinning.

“Uhhhh, nooooo! I can’t really do this! I thought I could, and I gave it a try, but I just can’t. Let’s just go back home and forget this whole dare thing. Okay?”

Ronnie looked me straight in the eyes. “Look, cuz. I love you, you know that. But I think you should do this, for your own well-being and sanity. And . . . for your reputation. See, once you’ve had a look at these photos that I took last night in Noah’s bedroom, you’re going to want to keep them private, just between us girls.” And she pulled out her phone and held it up.

OMG! Ronnie had numerous photos of me feeling up my young cousin! So that’s why she had positioned herself on the opposite side Noah’s bed! I had been so caught up in staring at Noah’s genitals that I didn’t realize Ronnie was photographing the entire thing! And in the shot of Noah cumming, I was actually smiling!

“Emma, I KNOW you really DO want to be naked in the school gym, so I’m taking the initiative here. You accepted my dare to be my slave for the remainder of your time here, and I’m not letting you off the hook. Believe me, you’ll thank me for this later.”

“Ha! Fat chance!” But . . . I guess Ronnie knows me better than I thought. She correctly predicted that there would come a point in my slave-hood where I would chicken out and want to call it off. And I suppose I would never have crossed that line without a big shove. So here I stood, staring at Ronnie’s photos, my hands involuntarily moving toward the waist of my skirt. I mean, what choice did I have? Right?

Next thing I knew, my skirt was down at my ankles, and my hands were covering my pussy. The only things I had on were my shoes and socks.

Ronnie was nodding. “That’s my girl! The cutest nude basketball player I’ve ever seen! I mean, just look at that adorable little butt! Let’s get that butt moving! We’re going to play one more point of Horse, and if you lose, you’re getting a dare from me. Okay, Emma?”

A dare? On top of my stripping? “Uh . . . sure . . . whatever.”

Ronnie dribbled to another spot on the court, this one a little closer to the basket than the free-throw line but over to the left side. She bounced the ball three times and put her shot up. Swish, nothing but net! Oh, great!

Ronnie threw the ball to me, and in order to catch it, I had to uncover my pussy. “Ooo, Emma! What a darling snatch you’ve got there. You’d better make this basket, or that pussy might be seen by more people than me.”

“WHAT! Wait a minute! What?!”

“I said, ‘might be seen’, Emma. Look, I’ll make you a deal. Just make this shot and you can get dressed again.”

This was too much pressure, and I couldn’t concentrate, what with my tits and my pussy on full and humiliating display. Bounce, bounce, bounce, shoot. Another clunker, this one missed the rim altogether. Argh! Now what?!

“Ohhh! So close! (snicker) So are you ready for your dare? Hmmm?”

Okay, now I’m very nervous. “Uh, sure. Just give it to me and let’s get it over with.”

“Looking through that window there, you can see the football field and running track. The track is the standard one-quarter mile. You are going to be a track star – scratch that, a NAKED track star – and run four complete laps of the track, butt-naked. One mile. If you can do that in under eight minutes, I’ll be waiting for you at the finish line with your clothes, and you can get dressed. If it takes you more than eight minutes, I’ll start walking to the car with your clothes, and you’ll have to try to catch up with me before I drive off. Got it?”

“Eight minutes? Is that even possible?”

“The school’s record for one mile is under four minutes. No sweat! Well, actually, there may be some sweat involved. Oh, one more thing, I think the boys’ football practice starts in about ten minutes, so you’d better hurry up and get started if you want to finish and get dressed before the football players catch you.”

OMG. I’m through the door and jogging toward the track. No one around – at least for the moment. I get to the track and start my run. Shit, I’m naked and running around the high school track. Four times. Barefoot. I understand that high school track runners can do a four-minute mile, but I’m not a runner, and I’m not in shape. I’ve got to pace myself here. I want to cover up my tits and my pussy, but I need my arms to get any speed, so that’s not gonna happen. I keep looking around. No one in sight. So far.

The first two laps are uneventful, but I’m sweating, and my tits are getting sore from bouncing – they’re not big, but they bounce all the same without being in a sports bra. Ronnie is timing me, and I’m well under two minutes for each lap so far. On the third lap, I’m getting winded, and I feel myself slowing down. Just keep a steady pace, even if it’s a little slower. I’m really sweating now, and the soles of my bare feet are burning. Ronnie says the third lap was over two minutes. I have to make it. I have to make it.

Less than halfway around the fourth lap, I hear doors opening and boys’ voices. Shit, it’s the football players on their way out from the locker room! They haven’t seen me yet. I try to speed up, but I’m all in. I can’t run any faster. I can barely run at all. I’m sweating everywhere.

I hear Ronnie’s voice, “Time’s up! I’m taking your clothes. Bye, Emma!”

I almost trip trying to speed up. I hear the boys’ voices, “Hey, look over there! There’s a naked girl running on the track!” I keep going, just another 250 feet. Every square inch of my naked body is covered in sweat, and my legs feel like lead.

“Look, she’s totally naked!”

“Wow! Cute tush, but no boobs!”

“Right, no boobs. Hey, come over here and say hello!”

“Do I know you?”

For the last 100 feet, I’m practically walking, and the boys are all around me now, hooting and staring. I practically stumble across the finish line and turn to head toward Ronnie, using my last strength to try to catch up with her. More boys’ voices.

“Hey, don’t go! You’re beautiful!”

“Come on, give us a good look at those little boobies!”

I see Ronnie walking toward her car. I can’t catch up. “Ronnie, wait! Wait for me!”

She opens her trunk and tosses my clothes in. I’m getting a little closer. She opens the driver’s door, gets in, and starts up. I stumble forward and have almost reached the car, but Ronnie starts to drive away.

“RONNIE, NO!” Now what will I do?!

But she stops and waves to me. I open my door again and throw myself in. Ronnie drives away, laughing uproariously. “Emma, Emma! You looked so desperate! I wouldn’t really leave you here, would I?”

I tried to catch my breath. “Can . . . can we pull over so I can get dressed? P-please?”

Ronnie looked straight ahead. “I tell you what, maybe when we get closer to home. For now, just enjoy the fresh country air on your oh-so-naked skin. Sit up straight now.”

I was too exhausted to argue. The drive home seemed to take forever. Was Ronnie driving a longer route, just for my added humiliation?

I was at least grateful that I was in the country and not the city. And at least the convertible top is up. I did get quite a few turned heads, but I think most people assumed I was coming home from a swim or something, since my nipples were slightly below the bottom of the window. But twice I got viewed by men driving delivery trucks who pulled up next to my side at stop lights. Their eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. Each time, I scrunched down a little more, but Ronnie started pinching my leg until I sat up.

Finally we started getting close to home and Ronnie pulled over onto the shoulder so I could get dressed. Naturally, she would not agree to get my clothes out of the trunk, so I had to get out, walk naked to the trunk, and get dressed before she would let me back in the car. What a relief to be covered again, even if it was only a bare-midriff blouse and a short skirt.

That was excellent!

This story is amazing.

I wish someone would humiliate me like this

Chapter 4

When we got back to Ronnie’s house, Aunt Jeanine fixed us sandwiches for lunch, then we spent the afternoon doing chores in the gardens around the house. I really enjoyed working with Ronnie and my aunt and uncle in the bright sunshine and country air, and I particularly appreciated being allowed to wear underwear under my tee-shirt and shorts.

At dinner, Ronnie announced that she and I would be attending the drive-in movie theatre, which took me by surprise because she hadn’t mentioned it to me. However, I was up for anything that didn’t involve embarrassing nudity!

I had never been to a drive-in movie before, so I was getting excited as we prepared to go. Once again, Ronnie selected my wardrobe from her closet, and it was once again, potentially embarrassing. The top was a thin white spaghetti-string tank top that looked to be a little tight, and the bottoms were a pair of the shortest short-shorts I had ever seen, bright orange. And, once again, no bra and no undies. I sighed.

Ronnie smiled, a bit condescendingly I thought.

I shrugged resignedly and stripped down to my bare birthday suit, then stepped into the shorts and pulled them all the way up. Then I dropped the blouse down over my head and my boobs. I hesitatingly stepped over to look at myself in Ronnie’s full-length mirror. OMG! The top definitely clung to the nipples on my B-cup boobs, and it only came down to a few inches above the top of my shorts. The shorts rode high, only covering about half of my butt (which I was proud of, but not so much so that I’m okay with taking it out in public!). I finished by slipping on my flip-flops.

I turned to Ronnie for inspection, and she definitely approved. “Look at you, you sexy thing! I had a hunch that you wanted to be the center of attention tonight in case we run into any cute boys.”

I swallowed, then followed Ronnie down the stairs and out to her car. The first thing she did was put the convertible top down, smiling mischievously at me as she did it. This did not bode well. The drive-in was only a 15-minute drive, and we arrived about a half hour before the movie was to start. It was “Magic Mike” starring Channing Tatum – a fun and sexy movie about male strippers. I had watched it a few years earlier, so this must be a re-release.

Ronnie parked one row in front of the concession stand. While we waited for the movie to start, Ronnie chatted me up about – guess what – boys and sex. She seemed to enjoy seeing me blush a little by asking me personal questions about my (pretty tame) sexual experiences. Then she said, “Movie’s gonna start in a few minutes, why don’t you grab us a couple of beers?”

“Uh, sure. Be right back.” I got out and noticed that the drive-in had really filled up. It looked like more than half of the parking spaces were filled now. And because it was close to the movie starting, there were a lot of people headed to the concession stand like me. I had pretty much forgotten how scantily dressed I was until I overheard some comments from a group of boys behind me.

“Oh man, that is one sweet ass.”

“Yeah, and she’s not doing much to cover it.”

I sped up and tried to ignore them, but I couldn’t help noticing a lot of other boys staring at me all the way to the concession stand. By the time I got the beers and walked back to the car, I was fully flushed from embarrassment. Ronnie gave me another slightly-evil grin as we settled in to watch the movie.

About 30 minutes into the movie, and it’s starting to get pretty dark out. Ronnie leaned over and whispered, “Emma, sweetie, put your hands palms-down on the seat and sit on your hands.”

I gave her a pleading look. No, no. Not here. And with the convertible top down, I was very exposed to anyone passing nearby.

She just smiled. “Come on, you know you want to. You’ll like it.”

I doubted it. But after returning my beer to the cup-holder, I complied. Ronnie reached over with her right hand and unbuttoned the waistband of my shorts, then she proceeded to tug the zipper down all the way. She whispered, “Slide your hands and your butt forward a bit.”

I was beginning to get the drift of her evil plan, but I knew there was no use refusing. I slid forward as ordered, and in doing so exposed most of my pubic mound. Ronnie teased, “Ah, feel that nice cool breeze.”

I ignored that one, and the two of us went back to watching the movie. Just about the time Channing Tatum was taking his clothes off, I felt the fingers of Ronnie’s right hand searching their way along my waist. My eyes instantly popped full open, and I quickly looked at her. She was smiling, seeming to be intently watching the movie.

Her fingers slowly continued down below my waistline, lightly tickling me. I started pulling my left hand out from under my butt, but Ronnie was way ahead of me. “Uh, uh, uh! You leave those hands where they are, sweetie.”

I took a big breath. Ronnie’s right hand flattened out on my pubic mound, then slid completely under the fabric of my shorts with my zipper fully open. I felt her middle finger slide easily – and noisily! – in between my labia, making me aware of how wet I had become, between having my shorts undone and Channing Tatum ripping off his pants. Ronnie’s middle finger easily found its way to my clitoris and began slowly circling it. I groaned – a little too loudly – and heard Ronnie chuckle. “Good movie, don’t you think, Emma?”

“Um, yeah, Ronnie, it’s – um – v-v-very good.”

Ronnie’s middle finger continued to probe my clitoris, and I started feeling a bit turned-on. I had never been touched down there by anyone else, so this was a very new feeling for me. I could sense my breathing speeding up, and I subconsciously parted my legs a little. Then she suddenly pulled her hand out.

“Emma, I have a dare for you, so pay attention.”

My eyes popped open, and I started to say, “No, Ronnie, not here…”

“Yes here, now listen. First, take off your shoes and leave them here in the car. Then you are going to walk over to the restrooms, which are next to the concession stand. Go into the MEN’S toilet and walk into one of the stalls. I don’t care whether there are other guys in there or not, just ignore them. Once you latch the door, strip naked and hang your clothes on the hook on the back of the door. Then sit on the toilet, splay your legs as far apart as you can, and finger yourself. Use one hand on your pussy and one hand on your nipples, and work yourself up until you’re about to have an orgasm, but stop just before you cum. Then take a closeup photo of your pussy showing how wet you are, and send it to me. If I think you’re wet enough, I’ll text you back to get dressed and return to the car. If not, you’ll have to stay in the men’s toilet fingering yourself until you pass the wetness test. But NO CUMMING, got it, Emma?”

My head was exploding. I don’t think I can do this. I can’t do this. “Ronnie, no. I can’t. I mean…”

“Um, excuse me, cuz. Did you say you WANT me to show your jacking-off-Noah video to our parents and…”

“WAIT!. Just wait!” I did not want to do this. But somehow I DID want to do this.

“Emma! Got it?”

Without answering, I removed my shoes, then I opened my door and stepped out of the car. I started to walk toward the restrooms when I heard, “Um, Emma. You might want to zip up…”

OMG, I still had my zipper down! Red-faced, I pulled it up and buttoned the waist, then continued toward the restrooms, totally in a daze. Was I really doing this?

Chapter 5

I found the MEN’S restroom and hesitated for a minute. Would I be best off waiting for someone to come out, or should I charge right in now, since there were no men waiting to get in? There was no easy answer, so I swallowed hard and pushed forward.

There was one guy washing his hands and another standing at a urinal, but neither seemed to notice me. I quickly moved on to the toilet stalls; there were three stalls, and two of them were occupied, so I slipped into the only available stall door and quickly closed the door. The two stalls on either side of me were occupied, so I had to be super-discreet about being here.

It was at this point that I noticed what a putrid smell was hanging over the restroom. The whole place smelled of urine and unflushed toilets. Many WOMEN’S restrooms have a little stink to them, but not like this! I looked down at the floor of the stall and was disappointed to see the dirt around the toilet and the back wall. The rest of my stall’s floor was only a little cleaner. I had a little nausea just standing, but I recovered myself before I barfed.

These stalls were the type with the doors and divider panels that were about 12 inches off the floor, so my feet were potentially a dead giveaway of my invasion into the “wrong restroom” to anyone looking. But I had to stop worrying about these things, I had a task to complete.

I lifted my tank top up over my head and hung it on the door hook. Finally, I tugged down on my short-shorts and also hung them on the door hook. There I stood, butt naked in the MEN’S restroom. I started to hyper-ventilate. This was like a nightmare.

Recalling Ronnie’s instructions. I lowered my naked butt onto the not-too-clean toilet seat, which was, of course, unsteady due to the loose attachment bolts at the back. I would have to be careful not to move it around too much. I spread my knees as far as I could, with both knees touching the stall’s side panels. Then I started fingering my clitoris and vagina; I really wanted this to get this over with as quickly as possible. I closed my eyes, trying to forget that I was in the middle of a MEN’S restroom at a drive-in.

“HEY! SOMEONE IN THERE?”

I heard pounding on the door. My eyes popped open and my heart stopped. I tried to lower the pitch of my voice, but I don’t know how successful I was. “Occupied. Thank you.” (Why did I say thank you…?)

“WELL HURRY UP IN THERE!”

Oh, geez, I gotta get this done. Closed my eyes again and returned to rubbing my pussy furiously. 2 minutes. More guys – and boys – coming and going, but no one noticed my bare feet, visible under the door. 5 minutes. Rub, rub, rub, c’mon! Another guy entered, and I soon heard a knuckle rapping on my stall door. I stopped, afraid I was being too noisy.

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s goin’ on in there?”

I lowered my voice again, “Uhhh, occupied!”

“Uhn-huh. I see your cute little feet. How ‘bout I come in there and help out?”

OMG! I lifted my feet and froze. A minute later, he scoffed, used a urinal, and exited. This was getting too risky. I resumed quietly, eyes closed, and finally started to feel the juices on my fingers. I added a second finger to my vagina and started pounding away. Soon I felt the orgasm rising, but my instructions were to stop just short of an orgasm, so I forced myself to stop, even though by now I was dying to come. Then I stood up and grabbed my phone out of my shorts. I took a photo of my soaking-wet pussy and sent it to Ronnie’s phone.

I waited for her reply, but it didn’t come right away. After a couple of minutes, I sent it again. A few minutes later, she finally replied – I think she had been stalling to keep me more embarrassed. “Look how wet u are! Get dressed and come back to the car.”

Thank god! I snapped the shorts and top back on as quickly as I could. Without checking first, I just made a beeline for the door, ignoring the “What the fuck!” behind me as I exited. Now the revealing top and short shorts didn’t feel quite so embarrassing. Ronnie was all smiles as I got back into the car. I glared at her.

“How could you make me do that?! It was the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done!”

Ronnie smirked knowingly. “Yeah, right. Admit it, City Mouse – you enjoyed every second of it.”

Wha… But… I just shut up. I did NOT enjoy that! Did I? I slinked down into the passenger seat and pretended to watch the movie.

After a few minutes, I felt Ronnie’s right hand gently return to my naked midriff, then slowly crawl down to my waist. I looked over at Ronnie, and she betrayed no sign of doing anything other than watching the movie. Her hand reached the top of my shorts, and once again she unbuttoned the waist and pulled the zipper down. I felt my breathing quicken, and I was about to raise my left hand to intervene, when Ronnie turned toward me.

“Emma, how about you lose the shorts now?”

“Ronnie, I c-can’t! Your convertible top is down, I’d be fully exposed!”

“Yeah... And…?”

“Well… People are walking right past the car, they’re likely to s-see me.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that. It’s very dark now, and unless you make any noise, no one will have a clue that your cute little clitty is naked and being played with. Now stop stalling. Take those shorts off, right now.”

Remembering the feeling of Ronnie’s fingers in my pussy, I relented and raised my butt to push my shorts over my hips and down my legs, all the while looking around furtively to make sure no one could see what was happening in our front seat. Ronnie leaned over and grabbed the shorts off the floor mat, then tossed them into the back seat.

“Mmmmm! Doesn’t that feel delicious, airing out your girl parts like this? Even better if you spread your knees a bit more, okay?”

I did it. The cool night air on my pussy felt…uh…daring? Dangerous? I surreptitiously moved my right hand to cover up, but I didn’t think Ronnie noticed. Then I felt her right hand settle gently on my left thigh.

“You know what, the seats in this car can tilt back to make you more comfortable. Just reach down with your right hand (she did notice!) for the controls on the side of the seat. The one toward the back is the tilt control – just slide that one back a bit.”

I slid the button back, and I felt the seat-back tilt back a few degrees. I instantly felt more exposed. That’s it, no more tilt. Please?

“Emma, I’m sure you can be more comfortable than that. Let’s go back a bit farther, alright?”

I could have argued, but… I don’t know why, I just complied. I was now back about 45 degrees. Even more embarrassing, more dangerous. Jesus. I was naked from my midriff down, practically lying down in a convertible in the middle of a drive-in movie. My head was swirling. I didn’t want this…did I?

“There you go. Now just slip your hands back under your butt, please.”

Could this get any worse? I slid my hands under my butt cheeks, making me feel more defenseless. Ronnie’s right hand started gently caressing my left thigh, and in no time it had inched back over my pubic mound. I was sure that my pussy was getting even wetter than it already was. I forced myself to watch the movie, hoping to appear nonchalant and completely non-complicit in this whole thing.

Ronnie slid her middle finger gently into my slit, which was embarrassingly easy considering how wet my labia were by now. I sensed Ronnie leaning slightly toward me, and her fingers went to work, separating my labia and gently probing my clit. It responded immediately, and OMG! I let out a too-loud moan.

Ronnie and I exchanged looks; she smiled slyly. “Careful there, cuz, you’ll attract attention from the neighbors.”

I felt my cheeks redden as I turned my head to the right to look at that car. It looked like a family with adults in the front and kids in the back. I better keep it down. I turned my head back to watch the movie, even though I could barely concentrate on it. Ronnie’s middle finger continued to play with my clit, then slid down to my vagina. My eyelids fell and I gasped for air. Her finger started slowly pulsing into my vagina, then began to speed up. I groaned. I was sure I was gonna lose it, when suddenly SHE STOPPED!

“Uh… Ronnie… “

She turned her head to me. “What? Oh, did I interrupt your orgasm? So sorry, I was so wrapped up in the movie, I just lost track.”

“It’s… It’s okay, I’ll just… “ I started to pull out my right hand.

“Nope! No you don’t! Put that hand back where it belongs – under your cute little butt. Now don’t worry, Emma, I’ll get you your orgasm, I just want to have a little fun with you first. Just lie back and watch the movie. Don’t worry at all about all those people passing by our car and wondering what the noise is all about.”

OMG. I shut my eyes. Were there really onlookers to our little game here in Ronnie’s convertible?

In no time, Ronnie is ooh-ing and ahh-ing, so okay, eyes open again. Guys dancing and stripping off. Channing Tatum down to a silver mini-jock strap and twerking something fierce. Yes! I want those abs! I want that package! When is he going to strip off that silver jock strap??

Her hand went back to work in my vagina, but really slowly this time, just casually sliding in and out, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow. Occasionally stopping to flick my clit. I’m groaning but getting no response from her. I tried flexing my butt back and forth, trying to speed things up. I REEAALLY needed to cum. After bringing me to the edge and back four times, my whimpering was getting louder, and Ronnie’s sexy smile had become very annoying laughter. Laughing at me. She stopped again. NO!

I just sat there silently. I was absolutely ready to bolt from the car and rub one off on the car hood if I had to. With her hand withdrawn, I became even more aware of how wet my vulva was at that point. Also, the credits were rolling; movie was over. The other cars around us were starting up and turning their headlights on. Started our engine, Ronnie turns to me.

“Okay, little Emma, now’s your chance. Get your hands out from under your fanny, and get busy masturbating. I’ll let you cum if you can bring yourself off by the time we exit the drive-in. If not, you’re not cumming at all tonight. Go!” Ronnie started pulling forward, pointed toward the exit.

I gasped, “Ronnie, with all the other car headlights on, we’re lit up like daytime here. I’m already almost naked - can’t I wait until we’re out of the drive-in before…y’know?”

“Before what?”

“Before…before, y’know, mas…masturbating.”

“No, you may not. You’re losing time, better get busy. So what if someone sees you? You don’t know anyone here. You’ll just be some hot desperate girl some people once saw pulling one off in the drive-in.”

I was too far gone, I HAD to cum. I closed my eyes and went to work, my right hand with two fingers in my vagina, my left hand rubbing my clit. This felt so good, maybe I could make it before we get to the exit. Then I heard car horns honking around us, and I popped my eyes open. What?! A guy next to us on Ronnie’s side was leaning out of his window. “Go, baby, go! You need any help, huh?”

Ohhh god. I didn’t think I could get any redder. I tried to shut him out and closed my eyes again. I was SO CLOSE. I moved my left hand to my right tit and started rolling my nipple furiously. I sped up pumping my vagina for all I was worth. I saw the exit gate steadily get closer.

Ronnie was enjoying the heck out of this. I heard her laughing at me. “Emma, you’re almost out of time. Better start thinking about how you’re going to get to sleep tonight with both hands tied to your headboard. It will be so much fun to tease your little clit until you’re completely insane. I may have to gag you to keep you from waking up Noah. Unless, that is, you’d like Noah to come in and play with you also. Would you like that, Emma?”

Oh Jesus, no! We’re inching forward, and I’m getting desperate, but I…I can feel my orgasm building. I’m squirming in my seat now and pinching my left nipple. O god o god. Pleeeaase! Just as we’re passing under the exit gate, my body stiffens, my leg muscles contract, and my orgasm explodes! Oooh! Way bigger than any orgasm I’d ever had. Ooooooooooh!

I was practically kneeling on the floorboard now, with my knees fully bent under me and my ass rubbing against the center console. Ronnie was still laughing, “You did it, Emma! That was massive! And just in the nick of time! Now sit up straight, no scrunching on the floor.”

I forced myself up onto the seat and, at Ronnie’s further insistence, returned my seatback to a more upright position. “May I, uh, put my shorts back on now?”

“Oh, that’s right! I forgot about them. Let’s see…” With that, she reached back and grabbed my shorts. Then, without even looking my way, she chucked them out of the window as we sped down the road toward home.

“Ronnie! What was that?! How am I supposed to get back to our bedroom half-naked?!”

“Hm, yes, how will you do that, I wonder?” Then she snickered without taking her eyes from the road.

I sat and stewed all the way home. I could only hope that everyone else would be in bed by the time we arrived.