Attitude Adjustment Book IV (Ff+/F, reluc) 

Laura awoke to find herself, curled up and shivering, nude 
on the dirty carpeted floor of the former cinema.  She sat 
up and checked the recently installed clock on the far 
wall.

"Oh, no," she moaned.  Laura was stunned to see that it was 
already well past six.  School had ended for the day over 
three hours ago!  Near the cabinets were the piles of class 
materials that still needed to be put away.

"To hell with it," she said dully.

She was much too tired to even think about doing anything 
else tonight.  Actually she felt more then just tired.  
Laura acted as if she were in a state of shock.  Her 
nervous system had reached its limit and had overloaded.  
Her mind was now in a complete fog.  She would just make 
sure the door to the room was securely locked when she left 
and hope for the best.  She would fix everything tomorrow.  
She had to get dressed and go home, while she still had the 
strength to do so.

Laura slowly went about the room, collected what few 
articles of clothing she had left, and placed them on her 
desk.  Going through the desk's drawers, she found a old 
box containing three tiny safety pins.  She put on her 
clothes and shoes, then used the safety pins to close the 
front of her top.  The pins strained dangerously under the 
pressure exerted by her thrusting, high-set breasts, but 
Laura could only hope they would hold, at least until she 
arrived safely at home.

She wearily made her way through the nearly deserted school 
to her homeroom for her things, the clicking of her heels 
on the marble floor echoing through the empty halls.  
Surprised that everything was as she had left it for a 
change, she gathered her purse, coat and briefcase, then 
started walking towards the parking lot, her mind focused 
completely on the seemingly impossible task of getting 
home.  Laura was so tired that she cared nothing about the 
commotion her appearance was causing with the few remaining 
students in the building as she made her way through the 
quiet halls.

Once outside the vast old building, the cool, crisp fall 
evening somewhat revived the stricken teacher, and the fog 
shrouding her mind lessened in its intensity.  The world 
felt so...so real to her now, not like that upside-down 
insane asylum she had just left.  She turned to look in 
disbelief at the silent school behind her.

"Impossible!" she whispered.  "It's impossible!"  Her 
dulled, overworked mind refused to even consider the day's 
grotesque events as real.

The thought of soon being able to reach the quiet sanctuary 
of home made her feel a great deal better.  

*****

The hot waters of the Jacuzzi bubbled and boiled, and the 
nude Laura luxuriated in them.  She loved being in the 
water, and went swimming at every opportunity.  Only her 
neck and head were above the turbulent, noisy water as she 
reclined on the long, low seat which followed along the 
inner wall of the Jacuzzi.  By her side was an almost-empty 
bottle of Bordoleno and a glass.  Although the fall 
darkness was only relieved around her by the light of three 
scented candles, Laura still kept a damp wash cloth 
covering her eyes.  She wanted to escape the world for a 
time and this seemed the best way to do it.  The odor of 
sandalwood, Laura's favorite scent, was heavy in the still, 
night air.

She had no memory of her evening drive to the Manchester 
home.  One moment she was standing in New Berlin's parking 
lot, and the next she was stopped in front of the now 
familiar ranch-style home.

Seeing no cars or people around, she walked quickly up the 
drive way and entered the side door to the garage.  
Thankfully the garage was empty, which meant that she had 
the place to herself for a time.  She went across the 
garage and through the open kitchen door, taking the 
precaution of locking it behind her.  She finally relaxed 
in the knowledge she was safe at last.  No one could get to 
her here!

Feeling something strange, the dazed Laura looked down and 
saw that the small pins she had used to close the front of 
her top had all disappeared.  

"Oh, hell!" she cried.  Her breasts had been completely 
exposed for all to see for God only knew how long! 

"Damn, damn, damn!"  Life was so unfair sometimes.  So that 
was why that honking pick-up truck full of boys was driving 
right next to her, the boys all pointing!  Pointing at her!  
She had ignored their childish antics, of course.  But, 
now!  My God!  Laura blushed at the thought of their looks 
of wonder and awe; yet, despite the embarrassment of having 
her bare breasts seen by those teenagers, her nipples 
hardened once again and her breath caught from her sudden 
feelings of uncontrolled excitement.  

Laura quickly tore off the outfit that had tormented her 
all day and threw the hated top and skirt down the basement 
stairway.  On impulse, she kicked off her sandals and 
tossed them down there as well.

She immediately went to the pantry and pulled out the first 
bottle of wine she could find.  After finding a suitable 
glass, an opener, a washcloth and three scented candles 
with a lighter, Laura grimly headed for the Jacuzzi.

After her fourth glass, she had finally been able to start 
thinking again.

****

It was all too much for her.  She could not believe that 
this day had actually happened.  Yet her sore and still 
tingling body told her disbelieving mind otherwise.

She had been forced to parade herself in an outfit she 
normally would not be caught dead in.  She had been 
deliberately spanked twice by a 14-year-old girl (even if 
she did deserve it the first time, that still didn't make 
it right).  She had been made to climax in her own 
classroom, once in front of an unsuspecting class!  As if 
all that hadn't been bad enough, she had even been sexually 
attacked by another of her students, whom she had 
deliberately attacked in turn, and which, to her shame, 
proved to be an action that she thoroughly enjoyed.  It was 
this act which had finally made her aware of the awesome 
fact of her own hitherto unsuspected lesbianism.

Nor was this all!  There were still Missy's supposed 
revelations about her carefully planned role in the 
Jennings affair, and in Laura's own sexual awakening to 
consider.  

"Whoa," murmured Laura.  She removed her eye cover, sat up 
and poured herself another full glass of wine, which she 
quickly put to her lips.  As she drank, she noticed that 
the house was still dark and deserted.  Feeling better, she 
laid back down in the water and covered her eyes with the 
cloth once again.

She had been thrown out of her family's home, and according 
to Missy she was now some sort of sexual plaything at night 
for the teenager to enjoy at will, while she stayed with 
her and her mother, Doris.

"What nonsense!" Laura snorted.  It was just another of 
Missy's damn mind games to keep her off balance.  Even 
Missy wouldn't dare violate her like that, though she would 
probably like to do just that, the mischievous little 
bitch.

Still, her dreams had been so vivid, so sexual since she 
started staying here.  Was it possible that she was being 
seduced, manipulated in her sleep?

"Oh, please," she said disgustedly as her natural common 
sense took control.  Missy, a 14-year-old sexual 
Machiavelli?  Hardly.  It was that damn imagination of hers 
running into overdrive again.

She realized now that her strange dreams were actually a 
product of her own repressed lesbian feelings.  "Yes.  It 
figures," she murmured.  Since her real sexual orientation 
was now evidently out in the open, her dreams should be 
much more normal in the future.  Thank you, Dr. Freud.  So 
much for Missy's claim of late-night visits to her bed.  

"Ha!  Kids!" chucked a relieved Laura.

No, Missy's strange attitude toward her had something to do 
with the girl's invitation to stay with her and her mother 
for the remainder of the school year.  Laura was positive 
of it.  That, and a young person's natural desire to take 
credit for things and events for which they couldn't 
possible be involved with, let alone understand.  

The invitation to stay probably came from her mother, and 
Missy really did not want her to stay after all.  She was 
just trying a little reverse psychology on her.  The 
teenager was trying to scare her off!  Even that stuff 
about being in control about what she would wear from now 
on was just silly kid stuff!  After all, what student would 
be crazy enough to really want one of her teachers to 
actually live with her and her family, especially while 
school was still in session?

"That little shit!" Laura said fondly.  It all made perfect 
sense now.  Naturally, the teenager had to do it as 
drastically and dramatically as possible.  Yet, even with 
this new understanding of the teenager's motives,  Laura 
still couldn't help but cringe whenever she though of what 
the girl had done to her this day, especially in the HR-F 
classroom.  It wasn't right, it just wasn't right at all.

Laura desperately realized that she had to have that long 
awaited talk with the girl, and soon.  Who knew what she 
might try next?  Missy obviously did not understand how 
people had to respect the privacy of each other's bodies, 
even woman-to-woman.  The teenager obviously still had a 
very young child's freedom in that respect.

Laura realized that the problem was she did need a place to 
stay, and being here with Missy and her strange mother was 
indeed the correct, if a bit unorthodox, solution to her 
dilemma.  But this certainly was the place to be, 
especially with this wonderful Jacuzzi!  

Laura found herself moving a bit closer to one of the water 
jets so it could spray directly onto her breasts.  Even 
after five glasses of wine she couldn't stop herself from 
letting the water excite her, even though it turned her on 
a little more then she really wanted by its bubbling 
caresses while spraying a marvelous stream directly on her 
now stiffening nipples.  

It reminded her of a time when she was 14 and her family 
was visiting the home of wealthy relatives during the 
summer.  She had climbed into their pool and swam 
around waiting for her two snobbish cousins, Megan and Zoe, 
to join her.  They were 16 and 17, and would rarely 
condescend to even talk to her, let alone acknowledge her 
presence.  When she saw them arrive she swam over to where 
they were and put her arms up on the side of the pool and 
once again tried to join yet another one of their endless 
talks concerning their clothes, cliques, and complexions.  

After several minutes of talking about nothing in 
particular, a jet came on and blasted a stream of water 
right onto her chest.  It did make her jump a little at 
first but no one noticed.  The feeling of the water rushing 
around the material of her thin one-piece suit made her 
nipples swell, but fortunately no one could tell what was 
happening as her breasts were just out of sight below the 
surface.  She knew she have to be careful now if she wanted 
to leave the pool, since it would be terribly embarrassing 
to go walking around her family with her nipples sticking 
out like bullets through the suit.

Yet the more the water rushed, the harder her nipples 
became.  She knew she should at least move away from it, to 
give herself time to calm down again, but the feelings were 
so good she kept delaying any change of position.  The 
wonderful sensations had even spread down from her chest to 
her stomach and were soon growing between her legs.  The 
idea of the entire family being around her, yet not knowing 
what was really happening to her, especially her stuck-up 
older cousins right in front of her, was so exciting it 
made her head spin.  

She didn't think it was possible, but after a while the 
constant caressing of the water on her breasts was causing 
her sex to start throbbing, tingling.  She had closed her 
legs tightly together to help control the luscious feelings 
radiating from her labia and clitoris, swelling under the 
tight fabric of the suit, but the rubbing of her smooth, 
wet thighs under the water only seem to make things worse.  

Feeling very close to the edge, she had placed her arms 
over the side of the pool and had tried to climb out, but 
her cousins had chosen that moment to enter the water on 
either side of her.  For some reason she never understood 
they,  talking all the while, had pressed close to her, 
hemming her in.  They had even placed their arms around her 
waist.  She had quickly found herself unable to escape the 
deadly jet of water!  Oh God!  Why had she waited so long 
before moving?

She was sure there was no way her older cousins could 
possibly know what was happening to her under the water, 
yet she knew she couldn't last much longer.  It wasn't much  
of a choice really.  It was either humiliate herself in 
front of her cousins by a combination of climaxing and 
drowning, or spend a life-time of living this down when she 
told those smug, superior bitches what was happening to 
her.

She had just made the decision to drown instead of asking 
for their help, when her father and uncle came out of the 
house and settled at a table by the pool directly in front 
of her!  Her uncle had even started to talk to her, but she 
had been only able to squeak out the barest of responses 
before, puzzled, he gave up and returned to talking with 
her father.

It was then that she had first realized she had a very 
strange, highly active imagination about certain things, 
especially during those times when she was feeling very 
sexy.  Although she knew it was impossible, she had felt a 
hand slip between her slick thighs and begin to rub her 
crotch, while a soft voice quietly cooed in her ear, "Let 
me help."

When her aunt and mother had come to join their husbands at 
the table, she had been shaken by a monstrous climax!  She 
remembered that, although stunned, she had still managed to 
hang on to the side of the pool as her body buckled and 
thrashed about in the water.  To her surprise, her cousins 
did not let her drown, but instead had moved immediately to 
keep her reasonably upright, with her head above the water.  
Of course, feeling their hands moving so freely over her 
hips and even her budding chest, as they held her up, would 
normally have cause a severe rebuke on her part, but things 
then were anything but normal.  She was not capable of a 
protest.  She was not really capable of anything, except to 
cling desperately to the side of the pool as her vagina 
joyfully spasmed.  Her 14-year-old mind had been totally 
blown!

She felt her legs drift apart, and after that things became 
very confused for her.  Even now she still wasn't sure what 
had happened after that glorious, if secret, first orgasm.  
All she knew for sure was that her body was then subjected 
to an endless stream of climaxes, wonderful secret 
climaxes.

She had had one of her best orgasms of her young life that 
day, plus countless others, and thankfully no one knew but 
her.  She was sure of that!  How could they?  

She had soon lost all track of time, but she supposed that 
she had only been in the water for at most 60 minutes that 
day.  After her body had finally calmed down again, she 
found that she was totally exhausted.  The adults had long 
gone, having tired of the hot sun and returned to the cool 
inside of the elegant house, while her cousins had left her 
side shortly thereafter, to play at the other end of the 
pool.  She was left alone, and so had to take care of 
herself.

Laura was so exhausted she wasn't able to pull herself up 
over the side anymore.  She had to clumsily splash to the 
nearest ladder.  Once out of the pool, she had 
automatically reached behind her to adjust her suit bottom, 
but was shocked when she found it was no longer there!  The 
fabric must have crept up during her time in the water, 
because it was buried deep into the crevasse of her behind, 
baring her buttocks completely as it dug tightly into the 
soft sensitive flesh of her labia.    

Panicked, she had turned and just threw herself back into 
the pool with a tremendous splash, swallowing half the 
contents of the pool in the process.  She quickly fixed her 
suit, then returned sputtering and coughing to the surface.  
She remembered that her cousins seemed to be very amused by 
it all, the shits!

Looking very much the drowned rat, she had climbed out of 
the pool and then staggered on shaking legs over to 
collapse on her beach towel.  Her cousins had later told 
her that she had had a strange smile fixed on her face as 
she slept all that afternoon.  Even her parents had asked 
her later what had made their normally moody daughter so 
content.  

"Oh, it's nothing," she told them all.  "Just a lovely day, 
you know?"  She never had the nerve to try that again, 
seeing how so out-of-control everything had become.  She 
knew she was very, very lucky no one saw or could have 
guessed what was going on with her that day.  Her mother 
would have killed her for sure!  Even her cousins never 
mentioned anything, although they did start inviting her 
over for pajama parties after that.  Of course she didn't 
go to any.  She was far too sensible a person for anything 
so childish.

14!  What a long time ago.  Laura had forgotten all about 
that time in the pool until now.  Smiling at the memory, 
Laura closed her eyes and tried to forget her problems of 
the present; but, how could she?  There were so many things 
to think about, so many things that needed a decision by 
her, she was not sure how to begin.  

Find a home, that's where to start.

All of her stuff was already here, and she really had no 
where else to go.  Her few girlfriends were all married now 
and, not surprisingly, would hardly appreciate having a 
single female move in with them.  She certainly could not 
go in with any of her family.  Besides, she was painfully 
discovering that good apartments were very hard to find 
this time of year.  OK, then.  She would just have to keep 
her new post office box, and have a separate phone line 
installed for her bedroom here.  It was perfect.

Well, almost perfect anyway.  Now that she knew she was a  
lesbian (amazing!), she would have to be extra careful in 
her dealings with Missy and even Doris.  With her newly 
realized deep, sexual longing for women, she was sure they 
were vulnerable now to her own wild desires and fantasies.  
She had to learn to control them so that she wouldn't be 
attacking every pretty girl, especially students or her 
hosts, which she came into contact with.

The school would throw her out for sure if she didn't!

So, all things considered, the most important tasks she had 
to accomplish tonight were: first, find where her clothes 
were being kept and start dressing much more conservatively 
(they couldn't all still be at the cleaners, could they?); 
and, second, have a very long and serious talk with the 
precocious Missy.

Content that she was once again on the right track, the 
exhausted Laura settled in the comforting waters for a 
little nap.

*****

Through the roar of the Jacuzzi, Laura gradually became 
aware of the sound of laughter.

"Must be the neighbors," she muttered, and prepared to go 
back to sleep.

A wave of hot water breaking over her face brought the 
shocked nude teacher sputtering angrily to her feet.

"What the...!" Laura began to say, then stopped.  Stunned, 
she was suddenly aware that all of the house and exterior 
lights were on, and that the Jacuzzi as well as the outside 
patio were now full of people.

"EEEK!" she screamed and, covering her body as best she 
could, quickly fell back into the water and went directly 
to hide on the shallow bottom.

She wanted to stay under forever, but the heat and need for 
air soon drove her head above water.  Still keeping as low 
in the water as possible, Laura began looking for 
something, anything to cover herself with, but she couldn't 
find a thing.  There was not a towel or a bathrobe 
anywhere.  Laura cursed herself for her stupidity in not 
bringing a wrap with her when she first came out. 

"Oh, no!  Not again!" she groaned as she tried to find a 
convenient place to hide in the busy tub.  She was naked in 
public once more.  She was trapped in the Jacuzzi until 
they all left, or until Missy or Doris brought her 
something.  To be caught naked by Doris yet again would be 
too much to bear right now.  Which left Missy.

A young child was playing by herself near to where she was 
squatting in the water.

"Oh, little girl?  Do you know Missy, Missy Manchester?  
She lives here."

"Who are you calling little?  I'm seven already."

"I'm sorry.  My mistake.  But do you know Missy?"

"Yes, sure.  What's it to you?"

Holding her temper, Laura tried again.

"Could you ask her to come here, please?  I need to see her 
about something very important."

"Why don't you find her yourself?  Your legs broken or 
something?  I'm busy."

"A-ha.  What's you name, honey?"

"Georgette.  What's yours?"

"Laura.  Now could you please find Missy and tell her that 
I really need to talk with her?"

"Are you naked?"

"What?"

"Are you naked?  When you stood up I told Mom you were 
naked, but she said you were just wearing a very small swim 
suit."

"Look.  Could you please..."

"I bet you really are naked."

"Well, yes.  As a matter of fact, I am...without clothes 
right now.  OK, now will you please..."

"Hey, Mom!" Georgette screamed across the tub.  "You were 
wrong!  This lady's bare-assed in the hot tub!"

"I know she is, Georgy," replied a casually dressed young 
woman sitting on a chair alongside the tub.

"Yea, but you said we always had to be in bathing suits or 
something whenever we come here!" screamed the girl.

"It's all right, Georgy," said the mother patiently.  
"Don't worry about it, honey.  She lives here."

"OK!" chirped Georgette loudly.  "But if she does something 
in the water, don't blame me!"

"Shit," muttered Laura, and she sank humiliated under the 
water.  She hid there as long as she could, then returned 
to the surface, only to find Georgette still waiting for 
her.

"Hey, lady!  You still want me to find Missy for you?"

"Never mind," muttered a disgusted Laura, as she started on 
a series of enough deep breaths to go under the water 
again, only this time for a very long stay.  About a year 
should do it.

"OK, but she's right over there!"  

Laura reluctantly turned to look where the girl was 
pointing, and sure enough, there was Missy on the Jacuzzi 
steps waving to her.

"Come on!  Mom wants you to help serve."

"What?"

"Since you are staying here, you need to start earning your 
keep."

Laura didn't remember telling anyone of her decision to 
stay here.  Yet here was Missy, her mother and everyone in 
the neighborhood for that matter already acting as if it 
were an accomplished fact.

"Wait a minute," protested Laura.  "I didn't say anything 
about..."

"By this time Mom's probably mad enough at you to spit 
nails.  You'd better come with me.  Now."

Oh, God, not that!  Doris was angry with her and she had no 
idea why.

"Missy, I can't!" cried Laura.  "I want to, really I do, 
but I can't go in there like this.  I can't leave the tub.  
Don't you understand?  I'm not...I'm not dressed!"

"Oh, great.  You lost your clothes again?  What is it with 
you and clothes?"

"Missy, you little...!"

"OK, OK. Wait here and I'll get you something."

"Now wait a minute...," she began, but Missy had already 
gone.  Well, no reason to worry really.  It will be all 
right.  Even though she never had a chance to tell her, 
Laura was sure that the teenager would bring her something 
practical like a robe or even a swimsuit.  It will be all 
right.

Laura remained with her body hidden under the water and 
tried to avoid being trampled by the younger, more careless 
users of the tub.  Although she knew she was being 
serepiticiously watched by those women outside of the 
Jacuzzi, she refused to look anyone in the eye.  

"Damn!" she said quietly to herself.  "It's not my fault 
everybody in the entire neighborhood had to come here 
tonight.  Don't these people have homes?"

"Thank God!" exclaimed the relieved Laura when she saw 
Missy returning down the Jacuzzi steps.

"Here", Missy said when she stopped just above the water.  
The girl carelessly tossed two colorful bits of cloth into 
the air.  

Must be a swimsuit, Laura quickly thought.  Way too 
colorful to be anything else.  

Still, not wanting to get her only clothes wet even if it 
was a swim suit, Laura found herself forced into rising 
full-length from the water and rushing madly towards the 
tiny pieces of falling cloth.

She caught the clothes just before they hit the water. 
"Ha!" she said in triumph.  She quickly examined them and 
was disappointed to discover that it was not a swimsuit 
after all, but some of her own underwear.

"Hurry up, will you?  Mom's really pissed at you for 
stalling around like this."  With that, Missy spun around 
and quickly returned to the house.

"Oh, no!" Laura exclaimed.  She could never wear this stuff 
while she was still wet, she would show right through!  She 
just had to get dry first, but how?

Laura looked around for a towel but suddenly noticed how 
everyone she could see was staring at the naked woman 
standing in the Jacuzzi.  Oh God!  It was her!  They were 
all staring at her!

She tried to cover herself with her arms, without getting 
her clothes wet, but girls in various scout uniforms and 
swim suits were all over the place.  She was surrounded!  
Her arms were not enough! 

She had to get somewhere and dry off.  As calmly as she 
could, Laura walked toward the Jacuzzi stairs.  But, as she 
was going up the steps, a hand smacked her on her wet left 
buttock and her nerve broke.

"AAAAAHHHHHH!" she screamed and ran, her breasts dancing 
unheeded on her chest, her tight buttocks quivering with 
her rapid movement.  Having to dodge laughing guests 
practically every step of the way, a mortified Laura 
frantically dashed up, then down the short stairs to the 
outside of the Jacuzzi, sped around the well-lighted patio, 
and finally fled screaming out into the comforting darkness 
of the large back yard.

She did not stop running until she reached the wire fence 
at the far end of the yard.

The panting teacher hid behind a tree and waited for her 
breath to return and her heart to stop its incredible 
pounding in her chest.  She looked back toward the house, 
but, thankfully, as far as she could tell no one had 
followed her out into the night.  She quickly checked the 
surrounding yards, but as near as she could tell, she was 
still gratefully alone.

She had never been so publicly humiliated.  She couldn't go 
back there, yet already the crisp night air was chilling 
her to the bone.  Her nipples were becoming painfully hard, 
and her bare skin, steaming weirdly from the hot water of 
the Jacuzzi, seemed to be turning into one massive goose 
pimple.  She had to go back, she had no choice.  It was 
just too damn cold.

With a sick feeling, Laura realized something else.  She 
was feeling excited, terribly excited!  The fact of being 
so naked and vulnerable in public had left her almost 
dripping in arousal.  She knew it was insane, but she was 
practically boiling inside.  Her skin tingled and her hands 
shook with the need to touch her aching breasts and 
suddenly throbbing crotch!

"Oh God, oh God!  What is wrong with me?" she sobbed in 
despair.  What the hell was happening to her?  She had to 
get dressed, and quickly, before someone saw her body like 
this!  She groaned again as she stared down at herself in 
the dim reflected light from the house.  She looked like 
one of those girls in the men's magazines her father would 
hide down in the basement that she had always found so 
oddly fascinating.  Glistening wet skin, nipples erect, her 
sex ready...  God!  She couldn't let anyone else see her, she 
just couldn't!  

Her shaking hands reached for her breasts and cupped them.  
Oh God!  It felt so good!  "Stop it!" she yelled at 
herself.  Her hands quieted and returned to her sides, but 
her body still simmered with passion.

Fortunately, her run had helped to dry her body 
sufficiently to where she now felt able to put on her bra 
and panties without too much worry.  In the lights of the 
Jacuzzi, she had eventually recognized the floral pattern 
as belonging to one of her old bikini bra-and-panty sets.  
As least they shouldn't be too small a size this time, 
since she had gotten them when she was in college.

Unfortunately, Laura knew her teasing past was once again 
catching up with her.  Her bra was made of a very thin 
nylon, and was cut to show a great deal of cleavage, not 
like her newer more sensible ones.  At least the panties 
wouldn't be too bad, although the waistband didn't come 
very high on her hips.  

She was at least grateful that the underwear set would 
follow, more or less, her fading tan lines from the summer, 
so that the various white lines going across her body 
wouldn't be a problem.  Especially the marks left by her 
thong bottoms that Missy had found so interesting earlier!  
How embarrassing that she would notice those!

In putting on the bra, she realized that must have somehow 
bent the front clasp, because it just would not close 
properly.  The slightest extra pressure on the clasp would 
cause it to pop open.  

"Shit!"  Laura muttered as the clasp opened and her breasts 
eagerly escaped into the night air for the third time.  
Well, she would just have to be extra careful and hold her 
breath or something until she could get to her room and 
hopefully change into something a little more appropriate 
for a house full of guests!

She slipped the panties on, grateful to have some 
protection on her hips at last.  She winced when she pulled 
them up too securely and the crotch band pressed tightly 
against her swollen labia and clitoris.  "Oh, my!" she 
groaned.  The pressure had almost made her climax!  

Not breathing, Laura stood with clenched fists as she 
fought to regain control of her body.  Finally, she felt it 
was safe to move and started to breathe again.  "Phew!  
That was a close one," she muttered.  She very carefully 
pulled her panties back down a little.

Finally, as ready as she could ever be, Laura took a deep 
breath and started walking timidly back towards the well-
lighted house.

She first tried keeping her arms crossed over her chest, 
but her bra still kept opening.  She eventually found that 
the faulty clasp would stay fastened mainly if she crossed 
her arms over her chest, with her hands resting on opposite 
shoulders.  She found it was awkward to remain like this, 
but Laura figured that it was well worth a little 
discomfort if doing so kept her bra decently closed and 
covered her over-exposed cleavage at the same time.  At 
least for once she wouldn't have to worry about her hips 
very much.  She was more covered in these bikini panties 
then in some of the swimsuits she owned.

Laura stopped for a moment just before entering the lighted 
area by the patio, and quickly surveyed the situation.  

"My God!  It's a convention!" she said in wonder.

While she had napped, a miraculous transformation had taken 
place.  Girl scouts of every age and uniform were running 
everywhere.  The Jacuzzi was also full of them, in scout 
swimsuits naturally.  Troop leaders were scattered about 
the area, trying unsuccessfully to maintain order as they 
carried trays piled high with food and drinks.  There were 
also neatly dressed women talking in groups, who Laura 
understood to be the mothers of the scouts.  Laura noticed 
that, oddly, no men were to be seen.

Laura paused as she looked at the mothers.  Some of them, 
she noted, were rather nice indeed.  Yet, there was 
something about them that was different.  Then it came to 
her.  They weren't different, she was!  Laura was no longer 
looking at them in her usual cool glance of appraisal that 
one woman usually gives to another.  Oh, no!  She was 
looking at them in an entirely different light.  She was 
looking at them now as potential sex-partners, willing or 
not. 

"Wow," Laura muttered.  "One day as a lesbian and already 
I'm Jaclyn the Ripper."

Trying her best not to look too conspicuous in her 
underwear, Laura walked calmly into the light and went in 
search of Missy's mother.  Even though she would rather 
have gotten some suitable clothing from somewhere first, 
Laura knew she just had to see the supposedly irate woman 
before she could do anything else, otherwise only God knew 
what Doris would be capable of doing.

Laura knew she was in serious trouble the instant she 
looked through the sliding glass doors to the kitchen and 
saw the flashing red light on all of the house PC screens, 
along with the message, "LAURA!  COME TO ME!"  Oh, God!  
What did she do now?

Forgetting any pretense at dignity, she ran into the 
crowded house and quickly found Mrs. Manchester in her 
usual spot behind the kitchen counter.  The woman was 
positively vibrating with anger!

A stunned Laura went around the counter and stood before a 
furious-looking Mrs. Manchester, who just stared coldly at 
her.  When the woman finally began to type, even the words 
that started to run across the screen looked angry.  She 
wondered again what on earth she could have done to provoke 
this terrible hostility.

WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO USE THE JACUZZI?

"Well, no one, but..."

HOW ABOUT MY WINE?

"Well, I needed..."

WHY DIDN'T YOU COME WHEN I CALLED FOR YOU?

"Well, I would have, but..."

WELL NOTHING!  YOU'VE BEEN VERY SELFISH AND VERY BAD AGAIN, 
HAVEN'T YOU?

At the sight of the word 'AGAIN', Laura started to tremble.  
Her buttocks tingled in remembrance of her spanking by 
Missy, when the teenager told her she had to do it because 
she had been bad.  Oh, God.  Was that what Doris meant?  
She couldn't mean that!  She just couldn't! 

Yet, in spite of her assurance, Laura's hands slipped from 
her shoulders and crossed protectively over her thinly-
covered buttocks.

"I...I...I...can explain!  It was just..."

SAY IT.  SAY HOW BAD YOU HAVE BEEN TODAY.

"Please, I can..."

SAY IT

"Please!  Don't make me say that," Laura begged quietly, 
her eyes filling with tears.

SAY IT

"I've been...bad," Laura sniffed as she looked down at her 
dirty feet.  "Very bad."

A familiar beeping sound made her look up.

LOOK AT ME!  NOW SAY IT

"I've been bad!!" Laura shouted.  To her horror, Laura 
noticed that the kitchen suddenly became quite.  Oh, God!  
They all heard!  They all heard!

THAT'S BETTER.  COME TO ME

Laura kept her hands behind her as she started slowly 
walking, even though she knew it made her look like she was 
deliberately thrusting her breasts at Doris.  She was not 
going to be spanked, and that's all there was to it, even 
if she did deserve it.  She was a grown woman, for God's 
sake!

As she reluctantly approached her implacable accuser, 
Laura's bra popped open.

"Ack!" she gasped in dismay.

She automatically turned away from Doris and the intently-
watching kitchen crowd to refasten it.  Laura felt an arm 
go around her waist and hold her while another hand pushed 
her firmly on her upper back.  By the time she had her bra 
fastened again, she had been easily bent completely over at 
the waist.

"Oh, God!  Please, please no!  Not that again!" she sobbed 
quietly, her hands holding her bra closed.  But despite her 
protests her panties were smoothly pulled off her hips and 
down her legs. 

Laura felt a little push on her right buttock and she 
obediently moved slightly forward, leaving her panties on 
the floor behind her.  She closed her eyes and tried to 
steel herself for what was to follow, but she couldn't stop 
softly crying.

It was a time before she realized that she wasn't being 
spanked at all, and that there was instead an insistent 
tapping on her bare right foot.  She opened her eyes and 
saw that Doris wanted her to lift her foot so Laura could 
step into her panties which she had been holding open for 
her!  Thank God!  And she was worried!  How foolish of her!

Leaning on the crouching woman for support, the grateful 
teacher stepped into her panties and gladly stood errect as 
Doris pulled them up her legs and high over her hips.

As a very relieved but puzzled Laura waited patiently for 
Doris to finish making sure her panties were properly 
adjusted, she saw through tear-filled eyes a message 
flashing on the monitor.

YOU HAD THEM ON INSIDE-OUT, IDIOT!

Overcome with relief, a laughing Laura took a dishtowel 
from the counter and used it to wipe her tear-stained face.  
How ridiculous she was to be so worried!  Doris just wanted 
to make sure she was dressed properly!  My God!  Why was 
she so suspicious of everyone lately?  She was getting to 
be such a nervous wreck about everything she just couldn't 
believe it!

Doris had had her at her most vulnerable, and had not taken 
advantage of her in the slightest.  Laura decided that she 
was going to trust the woman much more from now on.  That 
damn Missy!  The girl had made her so paranoid that for a 
time she was all confused.  But not any more!

Her hips jerked suddenly as Laura felt something brush 
against her hard clit.  "Oh!" she gasped in surprise.  She 
put the towel back on the counter, and weakly leaned on it 
for support.

She knew that Doris was just making sure that her panties 
were on correctly, so she wouldn't embarrass herself again 
in front of everyone, and understood it would of course 
involve a certain amount of touching.  And yet!  It was bad 
when the woman's hands seemed to swim so freely inside her 
underwear in the fitting process, all the while 
inadvertently tugging, rubbing, touching her most intimate 
areas that were so overly-sensitive already she couldn't 
stand it!  It was all causing her poor overloaded mind to 
once again believe all sorts of terrible things were going 
on, going on right here in the middle of the well-lighted 
kitchen!  What madness!  When would she stop this insane 
imagining?  

"Time to get a grip!" Laura muttered as she felt the 
insidious pressure in her loins almost peak out of control 
once again.  God!  She almost climaxed!  Christ!  That was 
twice in one night!  If only Doris would look at her so she 
could tell the woman to be more careful, but Missy's mother 
was completely absorbed in her work and never raised her 
head.

Doris at last gave her panties one last strong tug in 
front, and stood critically before her.  Laura wanted to 
turn away, to cover herself from those piercing, all-seeing 
eyes which totally consumed her whenever they looked at 
her, especially now when they were so close and she was 
hardly dressed at all.

But she stayed where she was.  

As the woman inspected her, Laura was surprised at the 
speed of her body's reactions.  After just a few moments of 
clothing adjustment, she was feeling so incredibly tingly, 
so ready, she could not believe it!  It literally took her 
breath away!

After Laura thought she was finally satisfied with her 
appearance, Doris turned to her ever-present wireless 
keyboard.

YOU WILL PAY FOR YOUR MISTAKES

Startled for a moment by her old fears, a frightened Laura 
then realized with relief what the woman was talking about.  

"Yes, Doris!  Of course I will.  Whatever you want," said 
Laura eagerly.  She wanted to make amends for whatever she 
had done to offend this woman, and she was prepared to 
cheerfully serve her guests all night if she had to, even 
dressed like this.

Doris handed her a large silver tray loaded with hors 
d'oeuvres, and made a horizontal circling gesture with her 
right hand.

"Right.  Circulate.  I got it," Laura said with a smile, 
and began to walk the heavy ornate tray among the guests in 
the kitchen.  She prayed her body would quickly calm down 
before anyone noticed how really excited she was feeling 
right now.  Her breasts were very swollen, she was sure 
from all of her running around.  And her nipples!  My God!  
They were sticking out of the thin fabric of her colorful 
bra like bullets!  How embarrassing!

Smiling, she went from woman to woman in the crowded 
kitchen, all the while having to protect her tray while she 
had to repeatedly dodge swiftly moving scouts.  It seemed 
that the scouts couldn't pass behind her without rubbing a 
hand on her vulnerable, thinly-covered buttocks, or 
snapping the thin elastic of her panties.  With her hands 
full of the heavy tray, and her trying dutifully to help 
Doris with the guests, Laura just couldn't take the time to 
set everything down and go after the young devils, as much 
as she wanted to do just that.  She simply had too much to 
do at the moment.  Yet it was all so bothersome for her!  
Laura could feel her panties being gradually lowered in 
back from all of the touching they were doing to her!  Her 
sensitive buttocks quickly felt like they were glowing.  
She could hardly concentrate on what she was doing.  If 
only she didn't jump every time they touched her!  That 
only seemed to encourage them.

In spite of the distraction of the playful young girls, 
Laura was soon acutely conscious of the open looks of 
appraisal she was getting from everyone in the crowded 
room.  It was like she was on display!  She had been looked 
at before of course, but never by women and never with 
such...such obvious longing.  Yet, in spite of her friendly 
greetings, no one spoke to her at all.  She could not 
understand it.  If they wanted to be friendly, why didn't 
they say something?  When they were not speaking to each 
other, the women she served would only nod, make their 
selections, and just watch her.  It made her very, very 
nervous!  She suddenly felt very vulnerable for some reason 
in only her thin bra and panties.  She wanted desperately 
to drop the tray and escape to the safety of her room, but 
she had run away once already tonight and that was enough.  
Besides, she had her promise to Doris to fulfill.  She 
would work off her mistakes, no doubt about it.  Well!  She 
could be quiet, too!  If they didn't mind being served by a 
silent semi-nude woman, then neither would she.

If only it didn't excite her so much, being looked at like 
that!  She felt so edgy anyway after Doris had finished 
with her, the last thing she needed was any further 
unintended stimulation.  Busy with her serving, she could 
only pray that the work would soon take her mind off of her 
amazingly tingling body and what everyone's looks were 
doing to it.  Perhaps when Doris wasn't watching her she 
would sneak off later and return her hyper-sensitive body 
to normal under a long cold shower.

She made it through all of the guests in the kitchen, then 
decided to restock before starting Round 2.  She reloaded 
her seriously depleted tray in the empty area behind the 
kitchen counter.  Laura was surprised to find Mrs. 
Manchester no longer there.  It was her favorite spot 
whenever there was company around.  Ready to begin her 
serving once again, she used the momentary privacy provided 
by the counter to quickly readjust her panties to their 
proper position.  Don't these kids have parents?  

She even checked her bra clasp, but miraculously it 
appeared firm for a change.  It had stayed fastened all 
through her first period of playing hostess.  Thank you, 
God!

 From the kitchen, Laura decided to go next to the living 
room which was located in the front of the house.  She had 
had enough of the cool outside this evening.  After all, 
her hair was still wet from her time in the Jacuzzi.  
Besides, judging from the quiet, there were no children in 
the front room for her to worry about.  It should be much 
calmer there and she desperately needed calm right now.

After serving those in the adjoining hallway, Laura entered 
the living room.  Now, this was more like it.  Everyone 
sitting along the walls, enjoying a friendly conversation.  
Nice and quiet.

A group of well-dressed older women were occupying the 
couch with Mrs. Manchester and Laura decided to start 
serving there.  It couldn't hurt to show Doris how eager 
she was to make amends.

Laura walked around the low coffee table in front of the 
couch, to get as close as possible to those on the couch.  
She carefully bent over and presented her tray the woman on 
couch's far left.

"Appetizer?" she asked politely.

The woman was reaching for one when Laura's bra fastener 
gave way with a quiet "click."  Her breasts gleefully 
popped out of their tight confinement and landed on the 
closely-held tray with a soft "plop."  Her left breast had 
landed on the pate and her right was in the smoked salmon!

"Oh, no!" cried the distressed Laura as she looked down at 
the mess.  Her breasts and opened bra were now covered in 
food.  She started to frantically look for a place to set 
down her tray on the crowded table, but suddenly stopped 
when she felt a surprisingly light but firm hand take hold 
of her right wrist.

She turned back to the couch and saw with astonishment that 
it was the same person she had been serving.

"But I haven't finished yet," the well-dressed older woman 
said calmly.

Mortified, Laura passed a pleading glance to Mrs. 
Manchester who was seated between the two women on the 
couch.  A slightly exasperated-looking Doris only tilted 
her head in a minute motion toward the other woman once, 
then deliberately turned away from Laura to face the woman 
on her left, to whom she had been attentively listening. 

Oh, God!  Laura was stunned by the implication.  Doris 
could care less about what had just happened to her.  She 
was supposed to keep serving.  But how could she like this?  
It was impossible!  Even the implacable Doris had to 
realize that.  This was insane!  The fact that she had been 
holding the tray so high up to her chest was the only thing 
that saved her from having her bare breasts thrusted into 
that poor middle-aged woman's face!  

Even with the tray though, her breasts were...were still 
completely exposed to everyone in the room!  Worse, being 
on the tray like that made it appear as if she were 
offering them along with the rest of the food!  But she 
couldn't lower the tray, otherwise she would have no 
protection at all.  She didn't know what to do!  It was all 
so humiliating she wanted to scream!  She had to leave, or 
at the very least put the damn tray down somewhere and fix 
herself.  But the woman who held her so calmly by the wrist 
had still not let go, and Laura found it impossible to back 
away without dumping the heavy tray or its contents on 
someone's head.

She was soon surrounded by chattering women wanting to know 
what the delay was with the food.  Her wrist was released 
but she still found it impossible to back away because of 
the women pressing close around her.

"Eeww!  Could we get the undies out of the food, please!" a 
plaintive voice asked.

Laura saw her bra straps pulled off of her shoulders and 
down her arms.  Helpful hands were holding the tray so she 
could release the handles and remove her bra.  But she 
didn't want to remove her bra!  Dirty and broken, it was 
still all she had for her chest, and the last thing she 
wanted to do was to loose it.

She looked at the woman seated in front of her.  "P-
please," Laura begged.  "Just let me fix it."

The woman looked directly into her frightened eyes, and 
said, "You need to let go a moment, honey."

Laura could only shake her head.  She could feel fingers, 
belonging to the increasingly impatient young women 
surrounding her, being drawn along the inside of the thin 
elastic of her panty waistband, and it was all she could 
not to jump at such an intimate touch.  Oh God!  Their 
daughters were bad enough!

"It's all right, honey," the matron purred.  "Just let go."

Laura felt her panties being lowered again and knew that 
the silly struggle to keep her bra was hopeless.  The 
sincere gray eyes of the matron finally convinced her.  She 
released the grip of her right hand to pull up her lowered 
panties.  Her bra was quickly pulled over her freed hand.

Next it was the turn of her left hand, yet again she found 
it impossible to let go of the tray.  The hands returned to 
her panties and she could delay the inevitable no longer.  

"Just one more time, honey," the woman said kindly.

Laura finally released her left hand's tight grip and saw 
her bra taken off of her left arm and disappear behind her.  
She was now bare to the waist.  Only her panties were left 
to her for protection.  She stiffly pulled them up one more 
time and resumed her grip on the tray.  Since Doris was 
still ignoring her, Laura looked for reassurance from the 
gray-eyed woman seated in front of her.

"You'll be just fine, dear," the woman said as she resumed 
her deliberate search for something to eat on the tray.

Yet Laura didn't feel fine at all.  The mischievous hands 
had returned to her behind, but at least this time they 
were trying to pull her panties up and not down.  Thank God 
for that!  The hands were actually being helpful for a 
change, and were pulling them upward so they would stay on 
her hips.

If only they wouldn't be quite so helpful and pull them so 
hard that they would sink into her very sensitive swollen 
neither lips and up against her clit that was growing more 
excited with every tug.  Why they all felt the need to 
constantly do that, let alone to touch her trembling 
buttocks, she had no idea!  One easy tug would have been 
more then enough.  She was so helpless being caught like 
this.  If only that woman would hurry up and make her lousy 
selection so she could start moving around the room again.  
That way she could get away from the helpful hands before 
they really do cause her to orgasm while standing right 
here in front of these respectable mothers.

Nothing seemed right to her any more.  Even her precious 
breasts seemed wrong now.  If only they weren't quite so 
large.  They kept getting in the way of the impatient women 
who were now coming over to when she stood, still bent over 
in front of the same woman as before, and reaching for 
various appetizers.  Why didn't you give 34's instead of 
36's, God?  34's would have been perfectly acceptable, 
especially now.  Her proud 36C's were getting food all over 
them as the hungry women covered their crackers and tiny 
slices of bread with cheese, pate, and salmon.  It was 
terribly humiliating and even a little breathtaking to have 
these neighborhood mothers have to lift up her breasts by 
the nipples to get at the food underneath.  Laura wanted to 
shout at them to stop, but she didn't want Doris to be even 
more angry with her, by embarrassing her guests more then 
she had already with her clumsy nudity.  

Between the innocent way the girls were helping keep her 
panties in place, and the constant tugging of her breasts 
this way and that, so the women could get at the food that 
seemed to be always underneath them, Laura was having 
trouble just trying to think straight.  Visions of Joan 
dressed in pink flashed through her mind.  Why was she so 
obsessed with that perfect innocent, so beautiful, so pure?  
Yet, she still wished Joan were here now, in her favorite 
pink, helping her.  Perhaps Joan could even help her, the 
same way these women were being so helpful, but with a bit 
more meaning.  Just the thought of Saint Joan's young hands 
on her body excited her more than anything she could think 
of.  She almost climaxed yet again!  

Laura shook her head to clear away the image of the 
beautiful student.  She must get some kind of grip on her 
run-away emotions.  She was a respected school teacher and  
not some out-of-control pervert!

The increasingly bewildered Laura realized that it was not 
these women's fault at all for having to work around her 
body in its terrible semi-nudity in this way.  It was just 
that she having this appalling time with her clothes 
lately.  She could not keep them on!  And that was when she 
could get them!  It was so weird!

So much was happening to her at the party that Laura felt 
she was going insane.  She couldn't focus on anything.  The 
evening had become just a blur of increasingly intense 
sensations overwhelming her poor, vulnerable body.  All she 
could do was to stupidly stand there and hold the tray 
until the woman was finished!  She knew that if she should 
let go of it, her shaky hold on sanity would go as well!  
The tray had become her life line!

Laura's mind continued to spin.  She vaguely felt the 
helpful hands begin to work her panties down now instead of 
up.  At least that's what she thought was happening.  They 
had been playing with her underwear for so long now she 
couldn't really say what was going on anymore.  If only she 
could see around this damned tray!  All she really knew for 
sure was the pressure of the usually tight panties on her 
very excited sex had eased somewhat.  Which was a great 
relief.  Now if the women would just quit pulling at her 
nipples to get at the food that was under her very 
sensitive breasts, she would be able to control the 
feelings that were now near the boiling point.
 
But now, along with everything else going on around her, 
Laura was getting some wonderful sensations from her 
crotch.  She could not see around the large tray, but knew 
there wouldn't be anything for her to see there anyway.  It 
was absurd, really.  Things like that just don't happen in 
a room full of people.  She knew that.  It was just her 
damned imagination again.  It had to be.  To believe that 
something was happening between her legs right now was 
crazy.  It was insanity!  She couldn't tell what was real 
and what wasn't anymore!  Yet, the sensations persisted.  
It was as if something very light was delicately tracing 
the swollen lips of her excited labia, and was also  
caressing her sensitive inner thighs.  She hadn't noticed 
it before, yet after finally realizing the 
fantastic sensations were there, in her growing 
befuddlement she was convinced it had been going on for 
some time.  Her mind was doing it to her again.  Damn it!  
Why couldn't she stop her mind from imagining such things?

Suddenly Laura knew what was happening.  Her panties were 
still being adjusted, perhaps even being lowered again, at 
least so she thought anyway.  Why would anyone want to play 
with her underwear so much, anyway she just couldn't 
understand.  Couldn't they realize that her panties were 
her only protection!  That all she needed, her panties 
being toyed with, while these other awesome sensations were 
running through her body, and swimming so freely in her 
increasingly clouded head.

Worried about her lowering panties, and the electric 
effects she was getting from the imaginary yet constant 
touches between her trembling thighs on her labia, 
increasingly dazed Laura realized that she had not been 
paying attention at all to the conversation Doris was 
having with the woman seated beside her.  In an effort to 
get her spinning head under control, and ignore the 
increasing sensations which threatened to overwhelm her 
body, Laura tried desperately to follow what they were 
talking about.  At first she thought they were talking 
about some new maid or housekeeper who was making the 
rounds of the neighborhood, then the truth hit her.   A 
stunned Laura forgot what was happening to her body when 
she realized that the conversation was about her!

"She's such a treasure," the woman said approvingly as she 
looked up at her.  "You know, I having a party next week 
and I was wondering if I could borrow her for it."

CERTAINLY.  LAURA HAS SOME FAVORS THAT SHE OWES ME, AND I 
KNOW FOR A FACT THAT SHE IS AVAILABLE THEN.  AFTER SCHOOL, 
OF COURSE.  I AM SURE SHE WOULD BE HAPPY TO HELP YOU IN ANY 
WAY THAT SHE CAN.  ONE THING THOUGH.  EVER SINCE SHE 
STARTED STAYING WITH US, WE ARE HAVING A LITTLE TROUBLE 
WITH HER CLOTHES.  IT SEEMS SHE LEFT THEM IN OUR DAMP 
BASEMENT OVER A WEEKEND AND NOW WE'RE HAVING A GREAT DEAL 
OF TROUBLE GETTING THEM CLEANED.  COULD YOU PROVIDE HER 
WITH SOMETHING?  OTHERWISE...  YOU DO UNDERSTAND?

"Perfectly.  I'm sure I'll be able to find something that 
will suit her.  Oh, yes!"

THANK YOU.  THEN YOU CAN HAVE HER WHENEVER YOU LIKE.  

"You are too kind."

NOT AT ALL.  IT'S MY PLEASURE.

"You realize of course, there is always such a great deal 
of cleaning to be done afterwards.  That is to say, we may 
be quite late in bringing her back."

NO TROUBLE.  YOU CAN KEEP HER FOR THE NIGHT IF YOU LIKE.

Laura watched in shocked disbelief as the two women calmly 
discussed her neighborhood employment.  She felt very 
impotent and humiliated, being so undressed and vulnerable 
in front of everyone like this.  She was so distressed, she 
found that she could not say anything to protest this.  It 
was crazy!  What was Doris trying to get her into, anyway?

The women around her finished eating, and the elated Laura 
found herself suddenly alone!  She was finally going to be 
able to get away from all the hands that had teased her 
nipples until she wanted to scream.  But even better was 
that she'd be able to put the tray down and fix her panties 
herself.  

But to her dismay the women's hands at her swollen breasts 
were quickly replaced by those of young scouts.  They must 
have come into the room without her even noticing!

"Oh, God!  Please, no!" she pleaded quietly to the women 
around her, but no one paid her the slightest bit of 
attention.  

The girls seemed to be more interested in her breasts than 
in the food.  But that couldn't be true!  They were young 
girls, after all, scouts.  Girls of this age weren't 
interested in such things.  They were interested in dolls 
and clothes.  

It was her overheated imagination that told her it was 
something sexual.  It really wasn't the girls at all.  It 
was just her!  The girls were just trying to get her poor 
abused 36C breasts out of the way so they could eat.  

It was maddening for her all the same.  Each girl would 
pull at one of her nipples until her entire breast would be 
pointing at the ceiling.  Then she would let go and the 
highly sensitive breast would fall back with a plop onto 
the tray of food, getting even more appetizers on it then 
before.  One girl even grabbed both nipples and rolled them 
between her fingers!  Laura almost died!  It was like the 
girl was playing with them right in front of everyone!  

It wasn't true, she knew that.  The girl was just trying to 
get her breasts out of the way, that's all.  Laura could do 
nothing but watch as each girls pulled, poked, and even 
squeezed her poor mistreated breasts!  The incredible 
feelings building in her body quickly started to boil over 
once again.  Each tug on her nipples seemed to make her 
dripping sex tingle.  Her head spun and her knees became 
weak.  She felt close to becoming overwhelmed by a 
delicious sea of sensual pleasure!  She knew she was going 
to climax if she could not find a way of stopping this 
soon.  It was like there was something actually toying with 
her clit, the sensation was so real to her.  

But, before Laura could stop it, it happened! 

"OH!" gasped a shocked Laura as she was suddenly consumed 
by a massive climax!  She helplessly fell forward into the 
lap of the amused matron, the teacher's chest and tummy 
mashing messily onto the contents of the tray. 

Even while her vagina still pulsed madly, the horrified 
Laura tried blindly to stand up, but her feet caught on 
something and she fell heavily backwards onto the floor, 
the remaining food from the tray, which she still held, 
spilled on top of her.

Breathless from her fall, the dazed Laura could only wait 
on the floor until the orgasm had subsided.  She finally 
released her tight grip and the empty tray dropped beside 
her with a heavy thud on the thick carpet.  She belatedly 
realized that she needed to recover first before she could 
move and even attempt to understand what had just happened 
to her!  

Oddly, she felt the carpet on her bare behind and reached 
automatically for her panties, but they were gone.  She 
lifted her head and saw that they were twisted around her 
ankles.  Oh my God!  Oh my God!  They had fallen and she 
hadn't even noticed!  She had been in the room with all 
those people without her panties!  Oh my God!

Sobbing heavily, Laura covered her face with her hands.  
She wanted to die.  

As her throbbing body slowly recovered, Laura could sense 
the other women coming around to comfort her.  Totally 
consumed by shame, she couldn't bare to look at them, and 
kept her face hidden.  When she felt the tray removed from 
her side, and the food being scraped from her body, shame 
burned her very soul!  She didn't deserve decent neighbors 
like this!  Here she was, disgusting them with her naked 
clumsiness and they were all trying to help clean her off.

Laura took her hands away from her tear-stained face and 
watched the crowd of total strangers clean her nude body.  
Someone gave her a handful of tissues and she gratefully 
used them to blow her nose and clean her face.

When she had made herself at least a little more 
presentable, Laura was able to notice that the women were 
cleaning her skin of food by scraping it with bits of bread 
and crackers, then eating them with a great deal of obvious 
satisfaction.  

Now, why would they do that?  Oh, of course.  It was for 
Doris, so that none of this very expensive set of 
appetizers would be wasted simply because of the ineptness 
of the server.  Her ineptness!

What a mess everything was!  Not just here.  Her entire 
life was in chaos.  If it wasn't for these kind strangers, 
not to mention the endless patience and understanding of 
Doris and even the sexually precocious Missy, she would not 
know what to do!

Suddenly, Laura froze.  "Oh!" she gasped in shock.  They 
were between her legs!  They were wiping her between her 
legs!  They were wiping her sex between her legs and it was 
driving her crazy!!

She had not realized that she had stupidly gotten the hors 
d'oeuvres down there as well.  Now the constant wiping by 
these well-meaning women of bread on her swollen labia and 
errect clitoris was swiftly if inadvertently pushing her, 
thrusting her towards yet another climax!

"Oh!  You shouldn't...!  Aha!  Not...not there!  Oh, God!" she 
quietly gasped as her body squirmed frantically to avoid 
the delicious contact.  She tried to tell them what they 
were doing, but she couldn't say it!  She was unable to 
tell them that they were doing it to her, that they were 
exciting her beyond endurance!  It was just too 
humiliating!  

Laura attempted to crawl away, but her feet were still 
bound tightly together by her fallen panties and she could 
not move.  It was all happening too fast!  She couldn't 
think of anything to do to politely stop them with creating 
a terrible scene!  The exquisite pressure from her vagina 
was becoming intolerable as it went on building higher and 
higher within her.  She was helpless before it!  She 
gripped the thick carpet in tight fists and her quivering 
body tensed as she fought to keep the runaway sensations 
racing through her body under control.  Laura strained 
mightily against the onrush.  She fought it with all the 
strength she had, but she knew she was not strong enough 
and soon her own weakness caused her body to betray her 
once again. 

"AH!  OH YES!!" she cried without thinking as she 
cheerfully spasmed.  She felt her body twitch helplessly 
about the floor as her vagina repeatedly pulsed, but she 
did not care.  It felt so good, so good!  She had just 
humiliated herself once again in a room full of her new 
neighbors and she did not care.  It felt so good, so good!  
Only one thing truly mattered to her at the moment, and it 
was happening now!

***** 

When she had gotten more or less cleaned off, the crowd 
parted and the recovering Laura suddenly saw a calm Doris 
standing over her.

"Oh God!" she cried, and covered her face once again.  What 
would she do to her now?

She felt her hands being pulled gently but firmly away, and 
soon she could see her silent accuser once again, looking 
down at her.

Doris moved her eyes slightly up, and Laura understood 
immediately what she wanted.  She tried to stand but her 
feet were still bound together by her panties.  She could 
only kick them off, because she knew that the woman hated 
to be kept waiting, and there simply was not time to 
straighten them out and then put them on properly again.  
Laura, finally able to stand, quickly if shakily got to her 
feet.

She stood tall and errect as she waited breathlessly for 
what was to come.  Doris always hated it when ever she 
slouched.

CLEAN THIS MESS, THEN YOURSELF

"Yes, ma'am," said Laura clearly.  For some reason she 
almost curtsied.  She raced into the kitchen with the empty 
tray for a broom and dustpan.  It was only when she reached 
the crowded kitchen and noticed everyone looking at her 
that she remembered she was completely naked.

*****

In the bathroom, a very tired Laura looked at herself in 
the mirror over the sink.  Not too bad, considering.  A 
long, very hot shower had done wonders for her.  Now here 
she was, carefully wrapped in a bath towel, with her wet 
hair wrapped in another.  She wondered what to do next.

After the fiasco in the living room, she did not want to 
leave the bathroom for the remainder of the night, but she 
could already hear the growing clamor of those wanting to 
use the facilities.  She simply could not stay here, as 
much as she wanted too.

Well, she would just go and hide in her room.  It was surly 
time for bed, anyway.  She didn't have the strength left 
for anything else.  Fatigue surrounded her like a heavy 
blanket.  Besides, she knew that she had certainly done 
enough tonight to satisfy even the demanding Doris.  She 
had cleaned both the living room and herself, and that was 
all that had been asked of her.

It was odd, though.  There she was, fixing her mess in the 
living room, completely naked except for broom and dustpan, 
and she was sure no one paid her the slightest bit of 
attention.  It was weird, like she wasn't really there at 
all.  Well, she was simply too tired now to make much sense 
of anything that happened tonight.  That much was obvious 
to her.  She would work it all out tomorrow, when she was 
properly rested.

The knocking on the door was becoming increasingly frantic.  
She unlocked the door to see what the problem was, and a 
clutch of expensively-dressed middle-aged women came 
chattering into the room.  Laura felt hands on her hips as 
she was pushed unceremoniously out the door.

She soon found herself out in the hall with the bathroom 
door shut securely behind her.  Even at this rather late 
hour, the hall was filled with girl scouts happily chasing 
each other, as well as obviously tired mother-types and 
scout masters who were still trying unsuccessfully to keep 
them under control.  She noticed that a great deal of noise 
was coming from the direction of the kitchen.  It was 
obvious the party was still in progress.

Her first impulse was to immediately return to the safety 
of the bathroom, but the door was already locked.

"Oh, no," she whispered.  Although she was better dressed 
now then she had been all evening, she was still 
practically naked!  Laura smiled weakly to everyone that 
passed her as she stood in her towels in the busy hallway.
She wondered briefly if she should still help Doris with 
the guests, but decided against it.

"Enough is enough.  Better get to bed and hide under the 
covers before something else goes wrong," she muttered, and 
started to go to her room.  

She stopped abruptly when she felt her body towel being 
tugged on sharply from behind.  She carefully reached in 
back of her and discovered to her horror that a small part 
of her towel was caught in the closed bathroom door.

"Oh, hell!"  

Laura stated to pull delicately on the caught portion of 
her towel.  She was very aware of being completely nude 
underneath it, and the last thing she wanted was to loose 
the towel now in front of a house full of people.  She had 
been naked and humiliated enough tonight.

She was still pulling when a familiar voice made her mouth 
go suddenly very dry.

"Hello, slut," purred Bertha Wolf.  The stout woman was 
standing an inch in front of her!

"Aaah!" cried a shocked Laura.  Any feeling of fatigue she 
had instantly vanished as her heart started pounding in her 
chest.  She immediately wrapped her arms protectively 
around her breasts, tightly hugging her towel.  "W-what are 
you doing here?"

"Thought you had gotten away from me didn't you, slut?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"It's fruit-sale time.  This place has always been a major 
party stop for us, to celebrate the end of fund-raising for 
another year.  What are you doing here, slut?"

"Stop calling me that!" Laura shouted.  When she noticed 
heads turn in her direction, she realized that she was 
making a scene in her new home.  In a much calmer tone she 
said, "I am...visiting."

"Do you always visit good people naked, slut?"

"I am not n-naked!  I was just taking a shower and..."

"Yes, yes.  I'm sure.  You are naked underneath that towel 
though, aren't you, slut?"

Laura wanted to flee from this terrible woman, but her 
caught towel made that impossible.  Oh, God!  She was 
trapped!  If only Missy or her mother would show up!  She 
casually dropped her arms from her body, then reached 
behind her with both hands and started tugging in earnest 
on the material.

She almost lost her mind when the woman started fingering 
the bottom of her towel.

"Don't touch me," Laura pleaded quietly, afraid of being 
overheard in the busy hall.  She was frantically pulling on 
the material now, but it just would not give.

"Nice towel.  I like them good and thick like this.  Don't 
you?"

"Please!  Stay away from me!" Laura whispered as she backed 
up tightly against the door.  She realized that her hands 
were now trapped between her body and the door, so she 
reluctantly released the towel and moved them to either 
side of her, keeping the palms flat as they pushed against 
the closed door.  Laura prayed that it would soon open and 
she could escape to the sanctuary within.

"If you wanted that, you would have left by now."

"I can't!" Laura cried helplessly.  "I'm...I'm waiting to use 
the bathroom."

"Of course you are, slut," murmured Bertha Wolf.  She moved 
towards the trapped teacher.  "Why are you so worried?  
What can happen in a crowded hall?"

"I don't know.  You frighten me!"

"We saw you, you know," Bertha said matter-of-factly as she 
ran her hands along the bottom edge of the towel.

"What!" 

"We saw you.  We saw you run naked from the Jacuzzi into 
the yard.  Beautiful!  My entire troop was out back then.  
We saw you."

"Oh my God!" Laura moaned.  Another humiliation!  Laura 
forgot everything as she covered her face with her hands.  
She couldn't do anything right!  Maybe this awful woman was 
right, and she was nothing more than a slut!  She had 
exposed herself, practically paraded her nude self in front 
of everyone all evening.  What was the matter with her?  
How could she have done such a thing?

Distracted by her grief, she hardly noticed the light 
tickling sensation coming from her crotch.  The tickling 
grew more and more insistent, until Laura finally realized 
that her recently oddly-acting hyperactive vagina was 
feeling even more warm and creamy than usual.  She looked 
through her fingers and, horrified, saw with tear-filled 
eyes that Bertha Wolf's hands had completely disappeared 
under the front of her towel!

"What are you doing?" she gasped as she felt the woman's 
stubby fingers greedily assault her sex with surprisingly 
pleasant feather-like touches.  Laura couldn't believe it.  
She was in a crowded hall in someone's home, and this woman 
was casually touching her, fondling her!  And to her shame 
she knew her body was responding!

Laura could only stare open-mouthed at the woman as Bertha 
Wolf casually violated her in the well-lighted hall.  Her 
dazed mind was totally overwhelmed by what was going on.  
She didn't know what to do.  She could only watch stunned 
as Bertha pulled her right hand from underneath the towel, 
the fingers positively glistening from her secret vaginal 
fluids.  Laura couldn't help but jump when Bertha slapped 
the closed door right next to her head three times with the 
opened palm of her left hand.

"Open up, girls!  We have a medical emergency here."

The door immediately flew open.  Laura had been leaning 
heavily against it, and was surprised when it was no longer 
there.  She would have fallen to the floor except for the 
many hands she felt which helped to hold her up.  As it 
was, she still practically fell into the bathroom behind 
her.  

Finally free of the door, the increasingly dazed Laura 
desperately wanted to escape the teasing woman before it 
was too late, but a crowd of matrons quickly flooded around 
her, and there was nothing she could!

"What is it, Bertha?"

"Close the door, please.  Thank you.  Now, do any of you 
recognize this woman?"

"Yes, of course!  Wasn't she that nude young woman we saw 
at your place last week?  You had caught her breaking and 
entering someone's van.  Another sorority prank, you said."

"Yes, that's right.  She's the one.  And here she is again, 
still without clothes!"

"I...don't feel well," Laura mumbled.  Her head was spinning!  
Bertha's hand had slipped between her thighs from behind 
and was freely teasing her now dripping labia even as the 
woman was talking about her to the others.  It was so 
humiliating to be touched this way, especially in front of 
a crowd.  It was also very distracting!  Laura couldn't 
think at all!  Her body was responding once more and she 
hated herself because of it.  Yet, she was positive if she 
did anything about it, the other women would be sure to 
know what Wolf was doing to her.  At least the towel 
covered this outrageous conduct by the frightening older 
woman.

"What's wrong with her, Bertha?  Why does she look so 
funny?"

"Well, girls.  This is Miss Papadakis.  She is a teacher 
who just moved into our neighborhood.  You must make her 
feel welcome."

Laura shuddered as Bertha made one last swipe on her 
swollen pussy lips before she removed the teasing hand from 
between her legs.

"This is a teacher?  You must be joking!  They certainly 
didn't look this good when I was in school!"

"Yes, I know," Bertha said as she walked towards the door.  
"Now hurry, girls!  Time's a-wasting."  

Laura was very relieved to watch a strangely smiling Bertha 
Wolf quickly exit the room, closing the door behind her.  
Thank God!  She realized she was safe now as the sensation 
of extreme fatigue once again descended upon her, this time 
even greater than before.

As she continued to watch the closed door, something 
pressed against her knees.  "Oh!" she cried as she fell 
helplessly to her knees on the shag-carpeted floor.  All 
she could figure is that she must have backed into 
something.  She looked down and saw that her body towel had 
fallen to the floor around her.  She was naked again!

Laura tried to reach down for the towel, but somehow fell 
forward instead and quickly found herself on her hands and 
knees, staring at the pristine base of the commode. 

Oh, God!  Not again!  Why did this keep happening to her?  
She sensed the women in the room purposefully close around 
her.  She was going to be spanked again, punished for the 
clumsy slut she was, she just knew it!  She closed her eyes 
and waited breathlessly for the humiliating attack to 
begin.

Yet, instead of blows to her naked behind, a trembling 
Laura was overwhelmed by a multitude of eager hands which 
covered her vulnerable body.  They were everywhere!  She 
was terribly embarrassed.  She could tell that no part of 
her was considered safe from this weird onslaught.

But her breasts!  It was worse there.  There were hands all 
over them.  Laura knew she was being used, yet she had 
never felt anything like it! It was exquisite!  She just 
had to look!  She briefly opened her eyes and looked amazed 
at the busy hands on her proud chest, then closed her eyes 
again in disbelief.  Her breasts, her precious breasts, now 
dangling freely beneath her, were being...were being milked!  
Hands, carefully manicured and bejeweled, were pulling and 
kneading her swollen breasts, while others where working on 
her terribly errect and sensitive nipples.  Stunned, she 
couldn't believe what she had seen.  Her breasts!  She 
could hardly think with all of the fantastic sensations 
coming from her chest.  But this was all wrong, so wrong!  
She wasn't some cow after all, to be used like this by 
these strangers.  She relaxed her arms and dropped to the 
floor to protect her breasts.  Laura was gratified to feel 
the hands on her chest disappear.  Her face was now pressed 
sideways into the thick carpeting, her swollen breasts 
painfully mashed onto the bathroom floor, but at least she 
had gotten rid of those maddening hands.  

The dazed Laura was vaguely aware that her behind was high 
in the air behind her, but it was her poor overworked chest 
which she felt was the most unprotected part of her at the 
moment.  She placed her arms alongside her body to keep the 
cunning hands away, and finally felt reasonably protected 
from these strange women.  Now all she had to do get out of 
there before that Wolf-woman came back and something else 
happened.  But she was so sleepy, so utterly worn out.  
Laura desperately desired some rest.  Her eyes wouldn't 
stay open.  Maybe a short nap?  It was so comfortable, so 
safe, there on the floor.  In a very short time she 
surprised herself by drifting off into a solid sleep.

*****

Laura awoke with a start.  She was sure that something was 
wrong.  The bathroom lights were off except for a small 
night-light in the outlet directly in front of her, but it 
wasn't that.  There was something...

"AAAhhhh!" Laura gasped in surprise.  Something was 
entering her from behind!  Something big!  Oh God!  She had 
been so worried about everything else, she had not realized 
how vulnerable she really was to something like this.  She 
never thought they would do anything to her...to her cunt!

"No!  Take it out!  Take it out!" she cried.  She rose up 
on her arms and immediately the hands returned to their 
fantastic kneading of her once again vulnerable breasts, as 
the invader continued it's slow inextricable penetration of 
her defenseless cunt.  

"Stop that!" Laura pleaded to them all.  "Please, get away 
from me!  Get away!"

She tried to crawl away, to escape, but soon noticed the 
firm hands that were gripping her upper thighs with long 
nails that dug deep into her skin, effectively holding her 
in position against the bare flesh she now felt pressing 
against her from behind.  All that her struggles 
accomplished was only to move her body slightly back and 
forth over the invader.  But even this brief movement 
caused electric pinwheels to appear before her eyes!  
Something about the invader's irregular surface was causing 
her well-lubricated vagina to clasp it eagerly, and send 
maddening sparks of pure pleasure directly to her very 
soul.  Laura could feel her will to resist quickly ebbing 
in the face of this overwhelming sensuous assault on her 
helpless body.  

"Oh, God!" she cried weakly.  "Please!  Someone help me!"

She stopped moving, and desperately tried to force it out 
instead.  But her disobedient body refused to cooperate, 
and her throbbing cunt only clasped the invader that much 
more firmly.  

While she had stopped, she could tell that the invader had 
not.  It was moving, slightly at first, back and forth, 
then more and more as her tight vagina relaxed around it.  
Soon her shaking buttocks were being pounded by the person 
behind her as her unknown assailant rhythmically thrusted 
the invader deep within her.  Each time the person pressed 
fully against her, something tickled her erect clitoris.  
The repeated sensation was making her hair stand on end!

"It's not fair," Laura moaned helplessly, as silent tears 
of humiliation flowed down her cheeks while her body shook 
under the relentless onslaught.  Her head towel fell off 
and her damp hair covered her face.  She was overcome by 
the shame of her plight, yet secretly, despairingly, she 
could feel within her an increasing almost feverish need to 
give in to it.  It all felt so good, so good.  Everything 
they were doing to her vulnerable body felt so good.  The 
fact that she was so vulnerable to them, so helpless to 
whatever they wanted to do to her, only added to her 
rapidly uncontrollable growing arousal.  

Finally unable to help herself any longer, she began to 
move her hips slightly in time with the pounding she was 
receiving from behind.  Soon she was flinging her hips back 
and forth with an insane, even joyous vigor, her damp hair 
whipping around her head, as Laura tried to drive the 
invader as deep as possible within her.  Her eyes were 
open, yet she saw nothing in the darkness, so focused was 
she on what was building within her.  Yet in the midst of 
her growing ecstasy, Laura became conscious of the sound of 
cultured voices in the small room.

"My goodness.  Look at her go!  Such enthusiasm."

"Beautiful body.  Have you ever had one like this before?"

"Not in a long time.  It is truly a work of art.  How does 
Doris find them?"

"I believe Missy's the one who does the actual acquisition.  
Remarkable girl.  It's quite a change really, to find such 
understanding of the finer points of life in one so young."

"What size did you bring tonight, Martha?  That's not your 
usual, is it?"

"Oh, my," another woman panted.  "No, Helen.  You're quite 
right.  I brought the petite this time.  It's obvious the 
poor thing is very inexperienced."

"Inexperienced she may be, but she is a natural all the 
same."

"Martha, she's starting to peak," another voice said in 
warning.

"Oh, no," panted Martha.  "That wont do.  Not at all."

Increasingly lost in a sexual cloud, Laura wondered vaguely 
who and what they were talking about.  How rude!  It was 
like she wasn't even there, having the time of her life.  
She knew that she was getting very close to her climax and 
licked her lips in happy anticipation.  If only those 
people would stop talking for a minute so she could 
concentrate better.  Oddly, she felt a body, a naked 
woman's body, lean over the length of her bare back, and 
then she heard a faint feminine voice in her ear.

"Laura?  Laura, honey?  Can you hear me?  Laura?"

There must be another Laura in the room.  She couldn't 
possible mean her.  Not now!

Smack!

Laura was startled into reality by a flash of pain on her 
right buttock.  Oh, God!  It was her the woman was talking 
to!

"W-what?"

"I said, can you hear me?"

"Y-yes!" gasped Laura, who was still being delightfully 
buffeted by the woman behind her, not to mention being 
exquisitely milked by the others on either side of her.  
She couldn't believe this silly woman!  Of all the times to 
hold a conversation!  All she wanted to do was to melt in a 
puddle of pure pleasure at what these surprisingly skilled 
neighbors were doing to her vulnerable body.

"Oh God!" she gasped.  "Yes!  Yes!  It's so good!"  Oh, no!  
What was she saying?  "I mean, yes.  Yes, I hear you!"

"Good.  Don't cum yet."

"W-what?"  The befuddled Laura could not understand her at 
all.  Don't come yet?  What was that supposed to mean?  
Come to her house?  My God!  She certainly wasn't going 
anywhere now, even if she could walk, which she doubted.

"N-not going anywhere.  I...live here now.  H-honest."

"Oh, dear," tutted the panting Martha.  "No, no Laura.  You 
misunderstand.  You can't have your climax yet.  It's far 
too soon for you.  You needn't worry, though, honey.  I'll 
tell you when."

"WHAT!"  She must be mad!  How could she possible discuss 
her...her most intimate secrets so openly, like it was just a 
cookie recipe?  Who were these people, anyway?

"You're...you're crazy!"

"Perhaps.  Be that as it may, don't you dare cum until I 
tell you."

"I...can't...I can't stop that!"

"Oh, yes you can.  You've been very naughty today.  You 
have already done it once tonight, in the living room, 
haven't you?  Remember?  So, you can't cum yet."

Laura dropped her head in shame.  Oh God!  Had she no 
secrets left at all?  

"But you're...you're all..."

Smack!

"Ow!" Laura howled.  "But I can't!!  I can't stop it!"

"You can't cum yet, and that's final.  Laura, if you cum 
without permission I'll be very angry."  And the body she 
had felt laying along her back was gone.

Smack!

"Ooohhhh!" Laura groaned helplessly.  What was going on?  
Why couldn't she?  Why couldn't she finish?  She 
desperately needed to finish, yet now she wasn't allowed 
to.  What the hell was going on?  If she wasn't supposed to 
finish, why were they still touching her.  Why were they 
touching her at all?  What was happening here?

"Oh God!  Oh God!  Oh God!" she cried frantically, in 
perfect rhythm with the pounding she was receiving from the 
alien invader deep inside of her.  Fantastic sensations 
were relentlessly fueling incredible pressures within her 
and her mind reeled under the strain.  It was all too much!  
She couldn't cope any more, couldn't fight any longer.  She 
was a good girl and always tried to do as she was told, 
really she did, but it was too much for her.  The delicious 
sensations in her loins and chest had melted her ability to 
resist.

"I'm sorry!!" she cried, abject in her misery, as her body 
was totally consumed.  She had failed, she had failed!  Her 
arms gave way and the spasming Laura found herself face 
down on the carpet once again.  The last thing she 
remembered, before being swept away on a black sea of 
erotic nothingness, was the sound of cultured laughter.

*****

A very dazed Laura was hanging onto the bare shoulders of 
Missy and her mother.  They were taking her down the hall 
to her room.  How long she had been out, or what had 
happened in the mean time, of that Laura had no idea.  All 
she knew for sure was that her muscles felt strangely sore 
all over, and that she had never been so tired in all her 
life.  She was exhausted.  She could barely keep her eyes 
open.  At least the house was quiet now, the party over.

"I'm so sorry!" Laura moaned in despair as she was almost 
carried down the hall by her nude companions.  "I'm such a 
mess!"

"Don't worry," Missy said consolingly.  "We'll fix you up."

"Thank you, Missy.  Thank you.  You don't know what that 
means to me.  I don't want to be any trouble.  I just can't 
understand it.  Why do these things keep happening to me?  
What's going on?  What's wrong with me?"

"Just adjusting to your new surroundings, that's all."

"Oh.  I want to believe you, Missy, I really do.  It's just 
that I can't help but think that...there...is...s-something...e-
else...g-g-going... Oh God!"

Laura was unable to speak any longer.  Missy had leaned 
down and fastened her sucking mouth to Laura's errect left 
nipple, while Doris meanwhile had coyly worked a hand 
between her moving thighs and was working three fingers in 
and out of the still well-lubricated cuntal passage.  Laura 
could never think whenever Missy or Doris found it 
necessary to touch her in that special way they had of 
doing to her, especially when she was feeling so tired and 
so vulnerable as she was right now.

"Aaahh!" she softly cried and almost fell to the floor when 
she unbelievably climaxed before they even reached the door 
to her bedroom.  Only the support of Missy and Doris kept 
her from falling.

They entered her bedroom and Laura noticed that her dark 
blue silk pajamas were already laid out on the large water 
bed.  Her eyes started to mist and a lump was suddenly in 
her throat.  They were so good to her, so very good, 
gentle, and kind, while she had been acting the perfect 
out-of-control slut all evening, embarrassing every 
neighbor they had in the process.

"Thank you, thank you," she whispered, her voice breaking 
with emotion.  "How can I ever repay you for all of your 
kindness?"  

"Don't worry," chuckled Missy.  "I'm sure we'll think of 
something."

"Anything.  Anything you want," Laura mumbled as she tried 
not to sway too much while she was being dressed by her two 
friends, her two guardian angels really.  "Anything at all.  
What's mine is yours."

"We know," Missy said softly.

Wearing her beloved, comfortable pajamas, Laura slipped 
easily into bed.  Doris pulled up her covers for her and 
Laura started to cry.  She was so happy!  Mrs. Manchester 
was tucking her in!  

They took such good care of her, far better then her own 
family ever did.  These people would never reject her, 
would never cast her out.  So be it, then.  Here was where 
she belonged, with these wonderful people, the Manchesters.  
She was soon contentedly asleep, secure in the happy 
knowledge that her new family was truly looking out for her 
welfare.

*****

For some reason Laura could never understand, sleeping in
this house seemed to always leave her more tired than
when she went to bed.  Even after last night, it was like 
she hadn't slept at all.  She was still in bed, and her 
clock was telling her that it was time to get started.  But 
she couldn't move!  She still felt exhausted and very 
tingly.  It had to be her adjusting to her new 
surroundings, as Missy said.  It couldn't be anything to do 
with Missy or her mother.  That was impossible.  She knew 
now that they were actually quite nice people, who were 
always looking out for her, if in their own individual 
ways.  If it weren't for all of that, well, intimate 
contact that seemed to be always happening, life here would 
be perfect.  

It really was her problem, of course.  If she could just 
get use to all of the touching and not react so much to it.  
Everyone always seemed to be touching her in some manner.  
She could probably deal with it a lot better if she could 
only dress properly.  As it was, no matter what she was 
doing somehow she always ended up naked.  She just couldn't 
understand it.    

It was this house.  It had to be.     

Last night, after Doris and Missy had so nicely put her to 
bed (they even tucked her in, bless them!), Laura was 
certain she was in for a good, solid night of sleep.  The 
last thing she wanted was to wake up yet again covered in 
her sweat, and feeling quite spent as usual. 

But the minute she fell asleep, the dream started again.  
Every night it was the same.  Her mind filled with images
of strange hands touching her naked body, her own hands 
frozen helpless at her sides.  Tongues and fingers which 
licked and poked her entire being was all she dreamed 
about.  As her passion would build, the one image which 
filled her mind most often was that of her student Joan, 
Saint Joan.  The mysterious hands kept driving her toward 
an orgasm that would never come, while there was always the 
presence of Joan to tantalize and tease her. 

The dream would go on and on until even in her dream she
thought she was going crazy, her body never allowed to 
release the passion that had filled it.  Finally the dream 
would fade and her body at last began to rest.  Lately it 
was always the same.  The hands disappeared, but soon after 
Joan would always sitting on her bed all in pink, sweetly 
smiling with her hands folded neatly in her lap.  Joan, 
innocent little Joan, just sitting there smiling, watching 
her.  

Laura desperately wanted to grab her and tear the hypnotic 
pink clothes from that nubile, pristine body.  She 
desperately wanted to ravage the teen, to use her, to drive 
her insane, but her own body could never move.  All she was 
ever able to do was lay there and look with longing at 
Saint Joan, with those full young breasts raising and 
falling under that lovely pink top.  Even in her dream, her 
face became flushed with embarrassment over what she wanted 
to do to the pretty girl in pink.  

"See you later," Laura would always hear Joan whisper in 
her dream.  Odd though, because she sounded very much like 
Missy then.  She even smelled like her, the girl's subtle 
perfume penetrating to her very soul.  She remembered Joan 
kissing her forehead.  She could even feel the press of the 
soft lips on her fevered skin.  It all seemed so real!

"Don't leave!" she had cried last night to the departing 
figure.  "Please don't leave!"  She wanted her, needed her 
so badly she wanted to cry.  The dream continued.  The 
image of Joan quickly began to fade into the distance.  
Finally able to move her hands, they quickly went to grab 
the vision in pink, but just as they got there, Laura 
awoke.  She looked at her hands extended in the empty room 
and shook her head in disbelief.

"Wow.  How real can you get?" she muttered in amazement, 
and dropped her arms.

She continued to lay sleepily in bed even though she had to 
get ready for school.  She was trying to reconstruct her 
latest highly erotic dream, until her peace was shattered 
by the sound of her alarm clock going off.

Laura jerked straight up in bed, her firm breasts
bouncing slightly as she looked around the room for Joan.  
"God, what a dream," she mumbled as she looked down at
herself.  

"My God!"  Laura couldn't believe what she looked like.  
She was naked once again.  

"I know I had on my night clothes last night!"  She reached 
down and touched her bare breasts just to see if what she 
was seeing was true.  She really was naked!  

"Missy!  Playing games again!  It must be!"  Laura hoped.  
If it wasn't the girl, then she was going crazy.  

Carefully, the shaking Laura got out of bed and walked 
toward the bathroom.  She felt so tired and so dizzy from 
her dream and all that had happened the night before she 
was afraid she would fall.  The subtle movements of her 
high-set breasts, and the friction from her smooth rubbing 
thighs, were causing wonderful if unwanted electric 
sensations to run through her body.

"I have to get out of this house before I go insane," she 
muttered.

She barely got into the bathroom before her body almost
erupted and her sex began to pulsate.  Falling forward,
Laura caught herself on the edge of the sink and looked
in the mirror.  Laura groaned as she stared in disbelief at
what she saw.  This was the worst she looked since
moving in here: hair a complete mess, large bags under 
blood-shot eyes, body covered in sweat, nipples ultra hard, 
breasts painfully swollen, and her clit so enlarged it 
looked like it might burst.  It had to be the dream.  It 
must be!  If it wasn't then...  God!  She didn't want to 
think what might be happening to her in her sleep.

"Good morning."

Laura almost jumped through the ceiling when she heard
Missy's voice right behind her and the teen's scented 
breath hot on her neck.

"G-good m-morning," Laura replied.  She automatically tried 
to cover up her naked body, even though she knew it was 
foolish to do so.  Missy had seen her countless times over 
the past few weeks either topless or totally naked, and had 
in fact even helped her in the shower on occasion.  But she 
couldn't let Missy see her this way, so excited, so out of 
control!

"You look tense.  Why don't I give you a rub down,"
Missy asked.  Laura watched the girl's eyes in the mirror 
drinking in all of her teacher's naked splendor.  

"No, Missy.  I don't think that's a good..."  

Before Laura could finish Missy's hands reached around
and cupped Laura's firm swelling breasts.  The girl pressed 
tightly against her and Laura felt the teenager's firm 
young breasts press deliciously against her bare back!  
Laura's legs quickly turned to jelly.  It was like every 
bone in her body was suddenly gone.  She didn't have 
anything to hold her upright any longer.  Her body trembled 
and her legs collapsed under her. 

Laura found herself on her back on the floor with a nude 
Missy sitting on her stomach.  "Missy, don't, this isn't 
r..."

Laura's mind exploded like fireworks on the Four of July
as Missy grabbed both of her breasts and squeezed them
in her hands.  Those wonderful hands.  Why did
something so wrong have to feel so good?  

"Please, Missy!  You must s-stop!" Laura pleaded, but to no 
avail.  The hands continued to work over her breasts until 
she could do nothing but close her eyes and moan. 

Missy's fingers tugged on her nipples, rolling and
pinching.  Her breast's swelled under the teenager's 
knowing touch. 

"Please, stop," Laura whispered, too soft for anyone to
hear.  It was so wrong, but she didn't have the strength to
stop it.

Missy squeezed and pinched until Laura was nothing
more than a pile of willing flesh moaning on the floor. 
Laura never felt the hands leave her breasts.  All she felt 
was a new burning in her sex.  It was like there was 
something down there sliding in and out.  There was even 
something toying with her clit.  

"God!  Missy, no!" she shouted frantically as she tried to 
get up.  She looked down and saw the girl had her head 
buried between her wide-spread thighs!  Oh, no!  She had to 
stop the child before she...!  Oh, God!  Too late!  Too late!

"Noooooooooo!" Laura cried in anguish as her body erupted.  
All the built-up passion of her dream finally found 
release!  Her body spasming, she bucked helplessly around 
on the floor.  When one orgasm fell away another soon 
followed.  Finally Laura's mind couldn't take the pleasure 
in any longer, and she passed out with Missy talented 
tongue driving her toward still another orgasm.

*****

While dreaming yet again of undressing Saint Joan from her 
favorite pink, Laura suddenly heard her shout, "Wake up!  
Wake up!  You'll be late!" 

"No need to shout, my darling.  I can hear you," she 
replied calmly.  She felt herself being shaken and realized 
that someone really was trying to wake her.  It was Missy!

"W-what?  What's the matter?" 

"You have to get ready.  You're late and my ride will be 
here any minute."

Laura sat straight up in bed, furious.  "Missy, you little 
shit!  How dare you take advantage of me that..."   

Laura suddenly realized that she wasn't naked on the 
bathroom floor any more.  She looked first at the fully 
dressed Missy, then down at her own body.  She was in bed, 
and she was dressed in her pajamas once again.  She felt 
clean.  Even her hair was reasonably combed.  

"Yes?" asked a smiling Missy.

"It must have been a dream," an incredulous Laura mumbled.  
"A dream!"

"What are you talking about?" Missy said.

Laura hardly noticed the girl's knowing smile.  Her mind 
was spinning after what she had just thought had been so 
real no turned out to have been nothing but a dream.  But 
it couldn't have been real, because here she was, dressed 
just like she was when she went to sleep, sitting 
comfortably in her own bed, and not passed out like some 
drunken slut on the bathroom floor after Missy had...used 
her!  If this morning had been only a dream, what about 
what had happened to her last night, especially in the 
bathroom.  Had all of that been a dream as well?   
Something dark conjured up by her subconscious because it 
was what she really did want to happen?  Need to happen?

Laura started to laugh.  Was she even here at all?  She 
could no longer tell the real from the unreal.  She truly 
was going insane!  She laughed and laughed.  Laura quickly 
realized that it was not a normal laugh at all.  It was a 
frantic, mad thing that soon had a life of its own.  Laura 
saw a look of concern appear on Missy's innocent face.  She 
was in fact starting to frighten herself and finally, after 
great effort, got it under control.

In the deafening silence that followed, Missy approached 
her and ran her right hand slowly down the left side of 
Laura's flushed face.

"Are you all right?"

Laura impulsively took the hand in both of her own and 
kissed it tenderly before releasing it.

"Thank you," she whispered.  "Yes, I'm fine."  Missy was so 
good to her, so very good.  Laura knew now that she loved 
her, body and soul.

"Are you sure you're all right?"

Laura fought to gain control of her runaway emotions.  She 
wanted more then anything right now to lay Missy gently on 
the bed, undress her, and then show the eternal gratitude 
she felt towards this fine young woman.  Someday, Missy.  
Someday.  There will come a time, she vowed, when she will 
have truly earned this remarkable treasure.

Feeling much more in control after her decision, Laura 
returned the conversation to more immediate concerns.  

"Ah, it was nothing.  Just nerves," she said and shrugged 
her shoulders.  "Your ride, you said?  Where's your mother?  
I thought you always went with her in the morning."

"Left an hour ago.  An old friend of mine called yesterday 
and said she wanted to talk.  Should be here any minute."

"Wait.  I feel terrible!  Why don't you just wait, and I'll 
be with you as soon as I'm dressed," Laura said,
still dizzy from her very strange morning.  "Just give me a 
moment to wake up a little, and I can take you with me."

"Never mind.  You're not going anywhere.  Mom said you 
wouldn't be ready for anything this morning, let alone 
facing students, and as usual she was right."

"What?  But, Missy, I have to get..."

"No, you don't.  I called in and arranged a substitute for 
you today."

"You did what?"

"You are officially excused from school today.  By me."

"But...!"

Laura's protests were abruptly cut off when Missy kissed 
her full on the mouth.  It was a long, lingering kiss that 
left a befuddled Laura quite breathless afterwards.  She 
always hated it whenever the girl did that to her.  It 
invariably took her five minutes to get her breath back and 
another five to be able to start thinking clearly again.

"Missy!" she gasped when the delightful contact finally 
ended.

"That's me!" said the grinning teenager.  "Now, strip."

"What!"

"Come on.  Strip.  I have to get running and I need your 
PJs.  Mom said they needed cleaning."

"Oh, Missy," Laura protested as she stood and reluctantly 
took off her pajamas.  She looked them over before handing 
them to the girl.  Why, they hardly looked slept in at all.

"Thank you."

"But, Missy, what am I to wear?"

"You look fine just as you are now."

"Missy!  No, please."

"Don't worry.  You'll be fine.  Oh.  Mom left some 
instructions for you on the computer.  I recommend that you 
follow them.  She's still pretty pissed at you for 
yesterday."

"I'm sorry for that.  I don't know what happened.  
I'll...I'll try my best not to disappoint her ever again."  
Laura thought for a moment.  "Or you," she said shyly.

"We'll see.  Oh, some clothes will be arriving later for 
you."

"Well, finally.  Thank you."

"You must try them on to see if they fit, so they can take 
them straight back to the store if they don't.  I told Mom 
you should have been there with us when we got them, but 
she never listens.  Anyway, afterwards, you must put them 
right back in the box.  They're for later."

"What's going to happen later?  Oh, all right," muttered a 
disappointed Laura to the departing Missy.  "Don't tell me.  
See if I care.  But wait!  I can't meet anyone at the door 
looking like this!"

"Why not?" Missy yelled from the front of the house.  
"What's wrong with the way you look?" 

"Missy!  Please!  This is no time for games.  Missy?  
Missy!"

Laura heard the front door closing.  She was alone.

"Damn the girl!"  How anyone so nice could also be so 
exasperating at the same time was beyond her!

She ran to the front room in the hopes of catching Missy 
while she was still waiting for her ride.  When she arrived 
she was able to see Missy waiting at the end of the 
driveway.  Laura went up to the uncovered window and was 
about to start tapping the glass to get the girl's 
attention when her bare breasts pressed fully up against 
the very cool glass.

"Oooh!" Laura gasped in surprise.  She had been so anxious 
to talk to Missy that she had forgotten she was naked!  
Laura ducked down below the window sill, then raised 
herself until she was able to see again.  She watched a 
laughing Missy get into an expensive-looking two-seater 
sports car.  As the low black car pulled out of the 
driveway, a curious Laura was able to get a good if brief 
look at the driver.  

It was a woman Laura had never seen before.  She guessed 
her to be in her late 20s.  She had very short, dark blonde 
hair and was quite beautiful with her fine, chiseled 
features.  She had the sort of all-American face that 
belonged on a feminine version of Mount Rushmore and Laura 
with her classic Greek features was quite envious.  She 
surprised herself by feeling a sudden pang of longing for 
this exciting blonde stranger.

She hid herself once again when she noticed the woman  
staring directly at her.  In spite of the warm room, Laura, 
kneeling behind the wall, suddenly found herself covered in 
goose bumps.  She instinctively wrapped her arms around her 
chest.  The look the woman had given her was one of pure 
hate, and the naked Laura felt herself feeling chilled to 
bone and very, very vulnerable because of it.

"My God!" she said in wonder.  Could the woman tell from so 
far away that Laura had wanted her.  Was that it?  Had she 
become so obvious in her wants and desires that she managed 
to offend a total stranger with them?

She heard the powerful engine roar as the low car started 
to speed away.  Laura chanced another look and caught a 
quick glimpse of the rear license plate before the car 
tightly raced around the corner with tires squealing.

"SJ," she said.  "Who the hell is 'SJ'?"

Her tired mind unable to think of an answer, Laura looked 
for the drapes to cover the window so she could safely 
leave the room without anyone seeing her.  But the drapes 
were no longer there.

"Oh, no" she groaned.  There was no way to cover the 
window.  With a sinking feeling, she realized that she 
hadn't seen any drapes in her room either this morning.

"That's just great," she muttered.  Going on hands and 
knees, Laura crawled across the carpet and out into the 
hall.  Going from room to room, she found that every drape 
and blind had been taken down.  The entire house was 
completely opened to anyone who cared to look in.  She was 
to spend the day nude in a goldfish bowl!

"Wow," she said as the realization sank in.  Doris really 
must be very angry at her to have her do this.  The woman 
did tell her that she would be punished for all of the 
terrible things she did yesterday.  Perhaps this was at 
least a part of that punishment.  If so, she had better not 
do anything to make her become any angrier.  God knows what 
would happen then.

Laura crawled to the bathroom for a badly needed rest stop.  
To her horror she found that even the window here was 
uncovered.  Praying for speed, she hunched on top of the 
toilet, and waited for her bursting bladder to empty.  
After what to her was a ridiculously long wait, she finally 
was able to relieve herself, all the while in a state of 
mild panic as she kept her frantic eyes fixed on the small 
window high on the opposite wall before her.

She crawled to her room.  Well, it was certainly safer than 
any of the other bedrooms.  Better to have just one window 
to worry about then several.  Besides, she was much too 
tired to do anything else.  Once in bed she thought of 
covering herself with the sheet, then decided against it as 
being too risky.  For some reason Doris, and Missy too, 
wanted her to be nude today, so nude she would be.  Just 
this once.  It was a small enough sacrifice, after all that 
Missy and her mother had done for her.  Besides, she was 
safe enough here all alone.  What could happen in such a 
nice neighborhood, filled so many friendly, caring people?