Cow Run

Cow Run

When you're eighteen and still not part of a cliché in high school there's little hope of you having an enjoyable senior year. That's part of the reason why I was breaking into my school with three other girls at three o'clock on an early Friday morning.

I had managed to get through the first three years without much of anything interesting happening, good or bad, but as I entered my senior year, I desperately wanted to be part of a social group that would elevate my status amongst the student body. It wasn't that I was unattractive. I was a run-of-the-mill petite blond with tits slightly larger than the average girl that stood up and said hello to you with pretty good legs and a fantastic ass, but I lacked the confidence to chat up guys or mingle with other girls. So, few dates and no real friends. But I had a chance tonight to change all that with the 'Cow Run.'

I actually didn't know what the Cow Run was, other than an initiation test, but I would be doing it and hopefully it would get me into Jennifer's group. She was one of the more popular girls in school and had a small circle of groupies that put them at the center of the 'in' crowd. I had been doing my best to try and weasel my way in by floating around them, without much luck. It also had the added benefit of being close to Jared, one of the school's hunks, captain of the baseball team and Jennifer's ex-boyfriend, who I had a huge crush on. I don't know why he still hung out with her if they weren't dating, he didn't even seem her type. The break-up was not an amicable one, from the rumors I'd heard, but there he was, every day and God was he gorgeous. Six foot, a rock-hard bod, and a devilish smile. He was one of their regulars and usually I could get close enough for a whiff of his intoxicating cologne, but that was it. He hadn't started dating anyone yet, and even though Jennifer was dropping hints that they were getting back together, it still hadn't happened. However, as usual, I couldn't make any progress in getting him interested in me and it was really discouraging. Then Jennifer found out I wanted to be part of their group, agreed to discuss it after school, so I thought, this might be my shot.

She laid out plans for the event which could get me in to their cluster.

"Listen Lisa, you want to be one of us - then you have to do the Cow Run. We've all done it and it's they only way you get in," Jennifer said pointing to the other girls with her, one day last week. There were no further details and I eagerly agreed without knowing what I was getting myself into. Now here I was, hiding along the back wall of the school building, cringing in the darkness. We were waiting for the janitors to come out to dump garbage which they did several times a night. Two fat, repulsive old guys who worked overnight to get the school clean and ready for the next day.

After twenty nerve-wracking minutes they finally came out, pushing a rolling bin each, full of black plastic bags. They propped the door open with a chair so it wouldn't automatically swing close and lock behind them. As they moved towards the dumpsters talking about sports, we snuck in behind them and raced for the gymnasium. We tittered with the nervous energy of being rebels on a quest. In school, after hours, against the rules. It started with a few lies to my parents about a sleep over at Jennifer's house, me and the two others from her posse, Cindy and Maria, and we'd all go to school together the next morning. Except we were here long before the place was scheduled to open, and technically committing a crime; breaking and entering.

Once behind the closed doors of the gym we all felt calmer as we caught our breath. Our gymnasium was a high basketball court, circled by stands that went up about twenty feet. Above the seats there was a 400-meter track catwalk with a railing that circled the large room on the outer wall that we used for races. It allowed the track team and basketball team to have practices indoors, in the same gym. We all walked to one of the stairways that went up to the track.

"OK. Here's your challenge," Jennifer said. "You have two minutes to run around the track, once."

Well, other than the initial break in of the school that wasn't a big deal. I had done that in PE class many times before and I could make it in just under a minute. This was going to be a cake walk. Except...

Jennifer continued. "And you have to do it with your hands handcuffed behind your back..." She said this as she produced a set of cuffs from her large purse which she had brought with her.

So that meant I couldn't fall because I would not be able to get up if I did. Harder but still shouldn't be a problem.

"... and wearing this cow bell." Again, she dug into the bag and pulled out an old-fashioned rectangular bell that she unwrapped from a towel, the kind that cows would wear around their neck so farmers could find them if they wondered off. I had no idea where she would have found that thing but I can see where the initiation got its name from. It would make a hell of a noise dangling from my neck as a ran and I'm guessing that the handcuffs were so I couldn't hold it to prevent it from ringing. This was the challenge. The janitors would surely here it echoing through the hollow gymnasium and through the empty halls of the school. Could I get around the track and out of here before we were caught? Although the stakes were getting higher I still felt I could pull this off.

"Oh," she finished, "and you have to be naked."

This made my breath catch in my throat. I couldn't speak. The three girls seemed to relish the uncomfortable grimace that blanched my face. They all glared at me waiting for me to do or say something.

When I finally managed to find my voice I managed, "You mean just bra and panties?"

"Nope. Tits, ass, puss, all out."

"I'm not doing that," I quickly said.

"I told you she wasn't going to make it into our club," Jennifer smirked to her friends as she started putting everything away in her bag. "I guess she really isn't that interested in hanging around with Jared."

So, she knew. I wondered if this was just a way to get me to admit it so she could make fun of me. The Plain Jane trying to win the heart of the handsome stud. All for nothing. Unless... I called her bluff and went through with it.

"Wait-" I had to think about this. "You guys really all did this? And nothing happened?"

They all nodded but Jennifer spoke. "We all did it and we didn't get caught. It was a close call a couple of times, once just getting out the back exit with the janitors hot on our heels but we pulled it off. You want to be one of us, this is the task. What's it going to be, Lisa?"

She mocking drew out my name as if calling me a chicken

I had a decision to make. Did I want to be part of their inner circle this bad? Be friends with them, not really. Spend more time with Jared, maybe get close to him, absolutely. But let's say I got caught, what were the consequences going to be? Detention, suspension, expulsion? Maybe arrested? How would I explain this to my parents? Running around naked in school after hours. Would they think I was demented enough that they would have me sent to a shrink, take me out of school? This could be very bad. The thickness hung between me and Jennifer in a stare that neither of us would break. This was a test of my nerve. My bravado. Was I a coward that would back down from a challenge? But if I pulled this off, how great would it be? I would be set up for the rest of my time in high school. I had come this far; did I have the guts to finish it?

"No pictures. Promise me that." God, I couldn't believe I was contemplating this. I had to be crazy to attempt this stunt.

"No pictures," Jennifer agreed, 'promise."

"Fuck!" I rarely cursed but this occasion called for it. I gave myself two more seconds to bail and head for the exit. I didn't have to do this. When they ticked past, I began to disrobe. A pile of my clothes filled the bench next to us; jacket, shirt, jeans, sneakers and socks. I stood there in my underwear. The only time I had been this undressed at school was getting ready for Phys Ed. Now I was about to lose my last shred of protection. Just being nude in front of them made me so nervous that my legs were shaking and I had to suddenly pee real bad. What would happen if the janitors nabbed me, naked and handcuffed, the slobs ogling me as I stood there for how long, waiting for the principal, the police, or my parents to show up and see me that way as well. Possibly even being walked into the police station with everything on display, being photographed that way from two angles with height lines behind me for permanent display on my record, tits out. I was hesitating, hoping she would say that they were just kidding and I had gone far enough and the test was over.

"Come on, Lisa. Are we doing this or not?" Jennifer had a greedy smile on her face, wanting me to continue. This was the point of no return. I either go for it or call it off. I reached behind me and unclipped the bra and popped it off placing it on top of the rest of my things. My breasts bounced out, nipples already as hard as pebbles with fear. Maria and Cindy giggled but Jennifer's eyes locked onto my tits. I actually had a tingle in my loins of sexual tension. What kind of a wierdo was I? My hands paused at my hips and then in one trembling motion I yanked them down and off, tossed it on the pile. One arm across my chest and the other blocking their view of my shaved snatch. My finger tips were moist with the juices that were bubbling up from inside me. If I were alone in my room and this was one of my fantasies my hand would be half buried into my cunt and I would be moments away from an orgasm. Was I actually living out one of my fantasies - naked at school? It wouldn't need it to be an imagination anymore, this shit was real. If I got out of this unscathed it would be a miracle. I could not believe I was going through with this.

"Turn around. Hands behind your back." Jennifer was as a matter of fact as a police officer arresting a suspect. Would this soon be my actual fate. I turned giving the three of them a clear view of my ass. She pulled my hands together and secured them with two clicks and then spun me around to stare at me, her eyes going up and down, lingering uncomfortably on the down. I had never been so vulnerable in all my life, completely exposed. And I was at her mercy. With a devilish smile on her face, she ran her hands up to my tits and snared both my nipples in a pincer grip between her thumb and finger. I groaned. A thought bloomed in my head like a nuclear mushroom cloud. Were these girls' all secret lesbians and they were now about to take me down in a rape orgy that I could not defend myself from. Had this been their game to get me in a compromised position. I was such an idiot for agreeing to this. Jennifer compressed my nips harder. I felt tears of pain starting to swell in my eyes. "Nice tits," she gritted between her teeth. It was a power thing. She wanted me to know that she was in charge of not only this situation but of the group. Undoubtedly, since she had heard that I was interested in Jared, she was letting me know that it was going to be hands off. She thought she was going to get him back and she was proving that there was no way I was interfering with that as she began to twist her wrists in opposite directions. I clenched my teeth not giving her the satisfaction of screaming. She was definitely making her point with one last glare into my face before finally releasing them. Letting go sent a fresh bolt of agony through me as my pink tips throbbed with shock and wetness began to run out of my slit and down my leg.

Then Jennifer took the cow bell. Just picking it up, the clapper gonged against the side once and the sound echoed around the empty space so loudly I cringed. What was this going to sound like banging like mad against my chest for a whole minute. The thought made me sick to my stomach. She put a lanyard around my neck and used a Carabiner to clip it into place. It laid cold against my skin between my neck and tits. The three girls looked at me with glee like they were watching their favorite reality show. Jennifer took me by the upper arms, turned me and pointed me to the stairs.

"You ready?" I wasn't, but I knew the best way to get this over with is to run as fast as I ever had before and get back down here and out of this place as quickly as I could. "Ok, you're on the clock. Go!" Jennifer swatted her palm into my bare ass so hard I leaped up two steps without knowing I did it and the metallic peal rang out like a cathedral bell. I charged up the stairs like my hair was on fire. The clanging after the first step was so deafening that I'm surprised it didn't wake up the whole community all around the school. It pealed through the gymnasium seemingly louder than any cheer that had happened on a winning shot of a basketball game. The gonging boomed in my ears making my head want to split, but I pushed on.

I hit the top step and turned onto the track and began to sprint. I had to keep my goals in focus. It was hard as the juices dripping from my pussy running down my thighs made them sticky as they rubbed against each other. I had so many conflicting emotions churning in me; fear, excitement, titillation, anger, anticipation. I had to keep my attention on my task. Run as fast as I can. Don't fall. Get out of there. I hit the first turn in a few short seconds and went around to the next straight away. I was trying to keep a stop watch flashing in my head and I was a quarter way done in the first ten/twelve seconds. I was doing OK. I reached the straight away and threw the after burners on. Oh, I could run. I wasn't a true athlete but I was sure I could have made the track team if I'd tried out.

Half way through the straight the bell bounced around to my back but was still screaming its chime with each stride for all the world to hear. I was just about to move into the next turn in good shape, halfway completed in under thirty seconds when I heard another sound that brought me to a complete stop. The slam of the gymnasium door. I looked down expecting to see the two janitors staring up at my naked form and I was sure this was the end of my life. Instead, I saw nothing. No one was there. I was about to continue my run not wanting to waste anymore precious time when it dawned on me what I was looking at. The door hadn't opened and closed and someone came in. It had opened and closed and someone had left. I looked to the base of the stairs by my starting point. Jennifer and the girls were gone. So were my clothes.

I booked it for the closest set of stairs, flew down praying I didn't tumble into a heap at the bottom, raced across the basketball court, and in my mind a flash of me flashing like this naked, while a game was going on, the stadium packed with other students and parents, all focused on me, and it sent a chill through me. The shit that the brain imagines in a crisis was baffling. I reached the bench where my clothes had been piled to see if they had been pushed on the floor, not that they would do me any good handcuffed like this. Nothing. I panicked for one second not sure what had happened or what I should do, the reverberation of the cow bell still pinging my ears. I mentally kicked myself in the ass and realized standing here doing nothing was the worst thing to do. I ran for the gymnasium doors.

I slowly pushed it open with my hip and stared out. I heard the janitors' voices. They were in the short distance somewhere around the corner to the left. They had obviously heard the commotion and were coming fast to investigate. I took off like a shot heading for the back exit where we had come in just a few short minutes ago. My bare feet padded against the linoleum giving me great traction but the wail of the bell bounced off me and along the halls and telegraphed my location for the janitors to follow. A few turns brought me to the long corridor with the back door at the end. There, Jennifer stood with Maria and Cindy dangling my clothes in the air as if they were controlling an air puppet. I gasped a sigh of relief. It had been a lousy trick but I guess this was all part of the initiation process. We could all still get out of here without anyone being the wiser if I could get to them, get uncuffed and dressed before the fat slow janitors caught up to us. I could do that. As I sprinted down the hall, my breath almost gagged me when I saw them bang open the back door and go outside. I went as fast as I could but I was still ten seconds away from reaching the door. How close were the janitors? They were probably puffing along, as fast as the ladened limbs could carry them. following the clang of the bell. Could I stay ahead of them?

I finally reached the door and barged through it and took a step. Jennifer and the girls were already out the back parking lot and across the street and still running. I went one step more and stopped and looked behind me as the door started to swing back. If it clicked closed there would be no way I could get back in to the school unless the janitors open the door back up and wouldn't that be revealing. But we had walked the ten blocks here from Jennifer's. If they kept running and stayed ahead of me, I would be running for ten blocks. Naked. Handcuffed. Ringing like all hell. Somebody was bound to see me. The chances of me cutting my foot or falling down over a pothole or a buckled sidewalk were pretty high. Cars with headlights on would pick me out like spotlights in a prison. Then what would I do, naked, bound, bleeding, hurt, caught. Should I take that risk?

I turned and hooked my foot into the door just before it closed fully and maneuvered it back open. One last look at my clothes disappearing with the girls and I almost vomited, but I went inside. As the door clicked closed, I heard one janitor yell, 'They're by the back door.'

Were the girls going to come back for me? I highly doubted it. It finally dawned on me that I had been a rube and the Cow Run was concocted just for me, to force me into this embarrassing situation. They had never done it. Jennifer didn't want me in the group. Didn't want me anywhere near Jared. This was her way to make me gone. I was a fool. A fool who was about to get in a whole lot of trouble the second the janitors came into the corridor and saw me tits and twat starring them in the face. I was about to run when I realized that running would only continue to alert them to my presence. If they thought the back door had been opened then maybe they would think whoever had caused the disturbance had left the building. If I could move just slow enough not to ring the damn bell, I might get away without them following me.

I was closer to the right hallway so I went that way. I took long evenly paced walking strides. The cow bell had rotated around on my neck in the rush for the back door and was now back on my chest again. As I stepped around the near corner, I heard they're heavy boots coming down the corridor towards the back door. I was one turn ahead of them. But the next corner at the end of the hall seemed like it was a mile away and I had to walk as they approached at a panicked run. If I didn't make it to the turn before they reached the back door and looked right, they would see my sweat-slicked shinning ass. I didn't help that all the hallway lights were still on illuminating me for them to see. I knew I could out run them but one tinkle from the bell and I was caught. So, it was a measured steady step. Puke was tickling my throat, my bladder was about to let go and I had to move like a debutant with a text book on her head, the way they had to learn etiquette a hundred years ago. I didn't think I was going to make it.

Their footfalls became louder as I neared the edge of the next hall. I was two steps away when their running came to a stop. We were now in the same corridor. A right head turn by either of them and my nakedness would be visible. Without looking back, I heard their labored panting and suddenly I didn't imagine I would be discovered and hauled off to be admonished or arrested. I pictured their heavy breathing turned into fucking gasps as they caught me, held me down and took turns banging away their cocks into my ass. That nightmare seared into my mind and now a cry of anguish threatened to escape my throat. For whatever reason, be it they were winded from their trek or focusing on the back door but I was able to slip around the corner without hearing a yell of 'Hey, you!'

I leaned against the tiled wall, the cool surface chilling my hot back, finally in the clear. I heard the two men open the back door and look out for about thirty seconds. I'm guessing that my 'friends' were no where in sight. With the door firmly closed up and locked again they spoke to each other.

"What the fuck was that, Mike?"

"No idea, Jose. Couple kids playing a practical joke, I guess."

Thank God. They were convinced that whoever had caused the disturbance had left the building. I took some deep breaths of relief. But now what do I do? Sneak back out the door after the janitors went back to work and tiptoe my way between trees and parked cars, back to Jennifer's, hope no one sees me and that she actually lets me back in? She just might be vindictive enough to, lock me out of her house and turn all the outside lights on. I couldn't go home, that would be a fiasco I would never live down, ring my doorbell with my nipple until my father came down in his boxers to see me on the front porch in all my nude glory and say 'Hi Dad.' And I couldn't very well stay in school to be found this way by teachers in a few short hours. That would be the end of me. I was fucked anyway you look at it. I heard the Janitor's taking again.

"Still, we should double check things to make sure."

"Yeah, you're right. You go left Mike and I'll go right, holler if you see anything."

No, no, no. I had to get out of here. I began walking, the fear pushing my pee to the edge of overflowing. There was a door to a classroom nearby. I ambled over to it turned my back and got up on my tip-toes to reach my handcuffed hands to the door knob. Locked. There were a couple other doors but if they were all locked, I would waste too much time and the janitor would surely spot me. I had to get down the hall and around the next corner. Walk, steady but swiftly I ordered my shaky legs to move. I heard Jose checking doors as he came towards me and I safely came to the next turn, the hallway only going right. As I did, I came to a jerking stop realizing where I was in the school, but too late. This was the one place where the hall came to a dead end. Two classrooms on each side and then nothing. I hadn't realized with all my scrambling where I was. I was cornered. These doors were probably locked too. There was only an alcove at the end of the corridor where an old water fountain was located. It hadn't worked in the years I had been here but it was a place kids hung out between classes. It was my only hiding spot. I crept there as quickly as I dared, the vibration of the bell threatening to chime out if I tried to rush. I heard Jose's breath closing in. I turned into the indented space and pushed up on my toes, my back against the wall and into the corner. The space was only about fifteen inches deep and it concealed all of my skinny frame except for my tits which stood out like balloons. I tried sucking in my breath but if anything, that made them stick out more. And they seemed to be growing in anticipation. I felt my nipples so hot and hard as if they were a couple of glowing reindeer noses announcing 'Here we are, come see us.' And then Jose came to the same place I had pulled up short and looked down the hall. I closed my eyes, water leaking from the corners of them.

All I could picture in my head is him seeing my pointed nipples and walking right down to the alcove and grabbing me by my breasts in his meaty hands and squeezing with all his might. He'd scream for his partner, 'Mike, come look at what I found. And all for us.' They would take turns at me, jamming me into the corner, one knee lifted up, my slit split wide for their hard prick's penetration. I heard his steps coming down the corridor. This was it, my ruin of everything. I wanted to be part of the social life of this school, well I guess I should be careful what I wish for. I was going to get it. Right in the cunt.

"Hey Mike..."

His booming voice, so close, thundered in my ears louder than the bell had and my bladder finally let go, the urine streaming down my closed legs.

"... there's nothing here. Can we get back to work now?"

His feet stomped away. I was trembling so bad I could no longer stand and I slid down the wall folding into a puddle of my own pee. Tears ran from my eyes as I tired my hardest not to wail out like an infant. I had no idea why he hadn't seen me. Maybe because the lighting was bad at the end of the hall here or maybe his eyesight was failing and he didn't have his glasses on. I don't know but for now the mounting fear I was feeling subsided. I didn't know how I was getting out of this mess yet but for a few moments I was safe.

I sat there, spent a few minutes to feel sorry for myself then stood up and tried to come up with a plan. I was covered in my own pee and stank to high heaven. My first decision was getting out of the hall. I wobbled over and checked the first door knob, awkwardly balancing in reverse. No good. I took a chance anyway on the next one and lucked out, it was unlocked. I went in, noiselessly closed the door and fiddled with the knob until it locked behind me. Just being inside the dark classroom was settling as it was only lit up by the light from the hall through the small door window. Turning and surveying all the empty desks pointing in my direction I immediately pictured myself standing naked and exhibited with the room full of my classmates scrutinizing me. I felt my nipples hardening again and could not phantom the level of horniness that continued to creep up my spine. And I couldn't even touch myself. It was almost as if the inability to do anything was compounding the intensity. How could someone, who was in as much trouble as I was in, manage to be so aroused. I kicked the teachers chair out from the desk and collapsed into it. What to do?

Still not being able to focus on the problem, seated there at the big wooden desk, I pictured myself as the teacher. It was my future ambition, as an adult, to be teaching a bunch of pupils about math or science. It's what I wanted to be when I finally graduated high school and finished college. How would I handle a room full of kids, bug-eyed at their teacher who just happened to come to school and had actually forgotten all her clothes. Boys crowded around my desk saying they needed help with their homework but actually not talking their eyes off my tits just inches from their drooling mouths, their pants bulging with throbbing erections. I squirmed in the swivel chair desperate to relieve my erotic tension and was unsuccessful. My mind was in wonder-lust mode. All I could think about was how sexually anxious this was making me and not how much trouble I was in. God, it was as if I wanted to get caught and exploited and explored. Why was I not worried about my predicament instead of figuring out how to get off. If I got caught my hopes and dreams of becoming an educator would be up in flames. Nobody would ever hire the 'naked teacher.' Trying desperately to banish the thoughts from my head I was caught up short when I thought I heard a noise outside. I slid down until I was crouched up against the draws of the desk out of sight of anyone peering in the door, my actual problem coming back to me in a rush. There were still the two janitors, Mike and Jose, who were roaming the halls to contend with. Just hiding from them wouldn't get me out of this mess. But I couldn't figure out what would. I didn't hear the noise again and began to think I imagined it. I tried hard to think, come up with a solution.

The jiggling of the locked door knob to the classroom startled me awake and for one brief second I thought 'what a terrible dream.' As I awoke and tried to rub my eyes, I realized I was not comfy in my bed. I looked down and saw my exposed tits with the cow bell right there and knew it was actually happening. How had I managed to fall asleep? I was still handcuffed, still naked, still with this stupid bell around my neck. And still in school. And I stank with the smell of my own dried urine to the point of making me gag. No time for that now. I squirmed into the knee whole of the desk as silently as I could keeping the bell steady as the door opened. One of the janitors came in and flicked the lights on, the room glowing bright white. I assumed the janitors were still emptying garbage. I nearly shit a brick when I saw the teacher's waste basket there inches away from me, under the desk where I had just hidden, right between my legs. The janitor was going to reach down for it and wind up grabbing a handful of my pussy. I heard his steps approach. His big boots and legs appeared alongside of me. All I could do was close my eyes and grind my teeth from screaming.

"Damn it! It smells like urine in here too. Did these freaking kids piss all over the place. Got to get the pail and mop again."

As he trudged out into the hall, I knew it was my one chance to escape. I managed to stand and moved to the open door, carefully. He went over to the end of the corridor by the corner where there was a rolling pail with a mop handle sticking out of it, undoubtedly from cleaning up the pee from my lost bladder control by the water fountain. I went the other way and tiptoed around the turn and held my breath. He hadn't seen me. I started the slow walk in the direction away from the grumbling janitor. I was halfway down the hall when my body froze, the jarring tinkling the bell just a little. I looked at the clock on the wall. Six-thirty. God, I had slept for almost three hours. The place would be swarming with my fellow students in less than an hour. I was fucked. To compound the situation an unseen somebody, apparently talking on a cell phone, was coming my way from the other direction, an adult male voice, probably a teacher showing up early. And he was one turn away from viewing me. The janitors rattling rolling bucket was coming in behind me. I was caught between the two. The only escape for me was a stairway door I didn't recognize. No choice. I went through it.

There were stairs going down and I slow stepped that way resembling a burglar, trying to avoid noise. But near the middle in my anxiousness, I mis-stepped and nearly went down head first. I managed to grab the banister with both my cuffed hands and the cowbell swung around my neck and flipped onto my back. I righted myself and pushed hard trapping it between my back and the stone wall and it made one muffled dink but it was still ultra loud in the cavernous stairwell. I froze in that awkward position, one leg two steps lower than the other, a foot dangling precariously off one, my clit split, my tits pushed out with my back arched against the hard metal rectangle, for a half minute waiting to see if somebody was going to open the door at the top, get a spectacular view of all of me and go 'Ah-Ha.' I finally decided no one had heard and continued. At the bottom I pushed open another door with a bar across the base and went in. The door closed behind me and I tried to calm down. I looked around and again my breath stopped coming. I was in a sports locker room. The boy's locker room. I tried to go back through the entrance I just came through but it had locked behind me. I had to think. At least the room was empty. At the most inopportune time my head filled with a fantasy of what would happen to me if I had walked in like this after a game and there were several dozen guys staring at my attributes. No way to cover up my vag or tits, no way to even defend myself. Just a team of eager jocks looking for some exercise. Boys lining up to take turns at fucking me. Being used and abused and passed around. Hands, mouths, cocks all over me, in every hole. I shook the chilling image from my head but the wanting lingered between my legs, strong enough to almost hurt my pussy. God, I wanted to rub it in the worst way.

There were rows of lockers directly in front of me and to the left around a corner an open strip shower hall with a dozen shower heads. Maybe I could find a robe in an open locker, use my teeth to get it over my shoulders or shimmy on a pair of shorts. Unlikely but worth a shot. But I smelt like a barroom toilet. I could rinse off in the shower real quick and fix that one problem. I decided on that much.

I backed up to the handle below one of the heads, the bell sharp against my spine, but trying to work the knob in reverse without seeing it wasn't as easy as it seems. I finally managed to pop it on and I was blasted with a spray of ice-cold water. I yelped and jumped forward the bell gonging once, but couldn't clear myself of the spray. I wiggled my hands to no avail. I tried twisting the lever one way then the other but could not get the temperature up. Finally, I just shut it off. I was drenched, freezing and shivering now worse than anytime all night but the smell, for the most part, had washed away. I stepped forward but still couldn't go anywhere. Somehow the cuffs had caught on something on the handle and wouldn't unhook. I jiggled it and clinked it and pulled for all I was worth, tried peering over my shoulder but no matter what I did I could not get it released. Are you fucking kidding me. Could anything else go wrong. I shouldn't have asked that to myself.

A nearby door from outside banged open and the room filled with a mob of voices. Boy's voices. My fantasy became reality and turned into a nightmare. This was it; I was doomed.

I heard all kinds of movement; clothes being pulled off and equipment banging into lockers as they talked and joked about the workout they had just come from. It was the baseball team finishing up an early practice. And I knew who the captain of the baseball team was. Then I heard his voice approaching in my direction.

"I'm going to take a shower before I head up to class."

It was Jared. He came into my view and my eyes widened as my body shivered uncontrollably for so many reasons. This side view I had of him, I could see he was wearing only a jock strap holding a towel, his muscular legs running up to a sculptured ass. His stomach was flat as a washboard with six-pack abbs and he was gleaming with sweat. God, this was what I had been dreaming about all these months and here it was in front of me in real life. Somebody said something to him and he twisted that way for a moment allowing me to see his ass completely, framed by the two white straps as he laughed at what was said. Then he stopped next to a clothes hamper on wheels and he stepped out of his jock and tossed it in. With that he turned towards me and I was given a privileged look at his wonderful cock, dangling more than halfway down the length of his thigh, the base framed with matted brown hair. He was more beautiful than all my fantasies could conquer up. As he walked in, he glanced up for a second and he saw me but quickly looked down, I guess guys didn't want to make eye contact when they were naked in the shower, and he though I must have been a teammate already showering. But as he stopped by his shower head about to hang the towel on the hook next to it, something must have dawned on him. Had he just seen tits?

He took a longer look in my direction. Oh - Fuck - Me.

Jared squinted as he walked up to me figuring he must have been dreaming. A naked girl handcuffed to a shower, shivering and dripping with water and vulnerable to do whatever he wanted. Stopping right in front of me he started at my shaved snatch and slowly his eyes crept up my body and I could almost feel their caress, lingering and extra few seconds on my breasts, before finally settling on my face. I wonder if he noticed the lanyard around my neck?

"Lisa?"

My head bobbed uncontrollably from the trembling.

"What the hell are you doing here without any clothes on?"

"I - I - I..." was all that would come out.

"Well, first let's get you dried off," he said and took his towel, still in his hand, and went down to one knee before me in the proposal position. His face was now inches away from my bare cunt and I didn't know if he could tell the difference from the water droplets and my pussy juice. He dried my feet and legs but his sight never wavered from my midsection. When the towel reached there, he exquisitely rubbed, just brushing against the hint of my lips, twice, intensifying the shivers for a whole different reason. Then he moved the towel around to cup and dry my ass, his face moving in so close to my fuck lips that I felt his breath on it. I wanted to speak but I bit my lip hard to prevent from moaning. Next, he dried my stomach and onto my breast which he took and exorbitant amount of time circling and circling them. If it was up to me, he could have done that for hours and I wouldn't have complained. My nipples were so hard I thought they might cut the towel to ribbons. Finally, he wiped my face, pushing the towel back through my hair and he shocked me by leaning forward and putting a tiny kiss on my lips.

"Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined you were this beautiful naked," Jared said.

I surprised myself by saying, "Me too."

Jared laughed. He traced his fingers on the lanyard and pulled me forward to see what was behind me. In doing so, our naked bodies were pushed together. His hot skin nearly seared my cool skin and I quivered again and it had nothing to do with temperature. I felt his cock against my thigh and it was hardening and growing and rising.

"What is all this?" He moved the bell to the side and saw the handcuffs. "Who did this to you?"

"It's a long, unbelievable story," I mumbled out but my thoughts were not on my words but the head of his penis which had risen and was now touching the sweet spot between my thighs. Dropping the towel Jared used both hands to fumble with the chain between the bracelets and he was able to unhook it from the shower handle. With the release my legs wobbled and I fell into him and he swopped his arms around me in a bear hug that I wanted him to never let go. If he released me, I think I could have balanced on the stiffness of his long pole-like dick between my legs. I turned my face up to his and whispered, "Thank you."

Jared maneuvered me into a standing position next to him, removed the bell from my neck, looped his arm through mine and walked me out of the showers. He placed the bell onto a small countertop by the entrance. "Let's get you fixed up." To my astonishment we walked directly into the locker room. I was naked, he was naked, and tremendously erect, and I was entering a room with twenty-four other guys in various stages of undress. I should have screamed but all I could manage was a swallow. "Hey guys, look what I've got. It's Lisa, and she's naked," he said.

Everyone turned and took in the sight of the two of us strutting down the aisle between the rows of lockers looking like a naked bride and groom at a nudists wedding. There were whoops and hollers, calls of my name and his in the same breath and of course cell phones clicking away at our pose and videoing the parade. The naked pictures of me that I had worried about when this disaster of a night started were coming true.

"Lisa got herself in a bit of a jam and we're going to help her out. Mark, do you have a pair of handcuff keys?"

"Uhh? Yeah, sure. I'll get them."

Jared leaned in close to me and said, "Mark is our token Goth guy and he has all kinds of chains and locks that he wears."

But before anything else transpired I heard the booming voice of Coach Cullen coming into the room calling for everyone to quiet down and pay attention. There was no outlet to the hall I was in if I was thinking about an escape. I was trapped and I would finally get caught by an adult, naked with two dozen boys. My life was over. How do you explain to a teacher that I just happened to wander into the boy's locker room, where I was not allowed to be, happened to lose all my clothes, and happen to handcuff my arms behind me as I stood around a bunch of mostly naked guys.

Jared thought quickly, pushed me towards the end of the lockers and up against the side of the last one in the line and pinned me there with his weight. We were barely concealed but we were out of the view of the coach as long as he didn't walk down to the end of the row. My ass and back were pressed against cold steel and my tits and everything else were smashed into Jared's hot skin and rigid penis.

The coach went into a peptalk about tonight's upcoming game against their rival and how they had to play their hearts out in order to win. It was all white noise to me because all I could concentrate on was the feel of his hard cock pressed into my lower belly. It was so hot I felt like I was being branded and when he pulled away there would be a permanent outline of his dick and balls tattooed on my skin. If he lowered his body about nine inches, and then stood back up he would pierce me with his shaft, splitting my cunt lips. And after all I'd come through tonight, at this point, I would not mind that at all because I could feel the tension in my thrumming clit and just a few seconds of him inside of me would set me off moaning loudly with delight. I almost wanted it. Although the idea of fucking against a locker while naked and handcuffed with a room full of other students who could see us and a teacher just a few feet away might have been an unimaginable fantasy yesterday, it was now a desire I wanted to happen. Right now. Jared dropped his left hand onto my ass and pulled me impossibly closer into him and cradled my neck in his right hand and tilted my head up. The words 'fuck me, please' were on the verge of slipping out when he put his mouth onto mine and devoured my lips. His taste was all guy and I wanted to feast on it for hours. His tongue playfully danced with mine, controlling the kiss that went on for almost the entire length of the coach's speech. Somewhere in that remembrance I recalled the coach asking where Jared was and his team mates said he was in the bathroom taking a dump. All I wanted at that moment was to be able to have super powers that I could break the chain loose and wrap my hands around his neck and hug him forever. Finally, they both stopped and the coach told the students to get ready and get to class and then he left the locker room. I gasped for breath, my eyelids could barely rise as I stared deep into his and it was where I wanted to be from now on. He finished with one final tender kiss to my lips and then lead me out back around to the team.

"Do you have those keys?" he asked without missing a beat.

"Yes," Mark said.

"Wait," somebody yelled, "We need a team picture with Lisa. Naked Lisa."

They all screamed in agreement. Who was I to object. At this point I had nothing left to be ashamed of. They put me in the middle with Jared's arm embracing my neck. With my hands still trapped behind me there was no way to be modest for the photo so I just let it happen. Guys who were already dressed quickly stripped until the entire team weas naked, dicks swinging, though most at attention, and crowded around me, guys lying and kneeling at my feet, hands on my shoulders, legs and head, all careful not to cover up any of my features. One unlucky guy was appointed to take the picture and he stood up on the bench so everyone could fit into the shot. He said, "Everybody say Naked Lisa." Which they all did.

With that done they all cheered for me and they claimed that I was going to be the new team mascot, Naked Lisa. They were going to win tonight and dedicate the game to me. Cell phones began pinging as everybody got the team photo texted to them. I imagined that copies of my naked body would be inside all their gym lockers, school lockers and I wouldn't doubt, hidden under their pillows for nightly use. I was about to be the school pin-up girl.

Jared brought me over to his locker and finally uncuffed my hands with the tiny master key. I threw my arms around his head and thanked him with the biggest kiss I could manage in my exhausted state. My tits against his bare chest seemed to mesh so well together and I still was excited to see that his hard-on had not subsided. When I pulled away, he looked at me with a sly smile.

"You know if I'm dating the team mascot people are going to talk."

"Does that mean I'm going to have to show up naked at every single one of your games?" I asked. Suddenly the though of me standing on the sidelines of a ballgame cheering on my team completely naked, my tits bouncing all over the place, my ass shaking, doing split jumps revealing all of my twat while hundreds of students, teachers and parents watched in shock, didn't seem all that terrible to me. In fact, it seemed kind of exciting.

"Well, I can guarantee that if that happened, we would never lose another game."

"I would inspire the team?"

"No, the other team would be so distracted by your fucking beauty that they wouldn't be able to play," Jared said and it made us both laugh. Then he added, "You do realize that when I take you out tonight after the game, you're going to have to find away to make this up to me."

"Oh, I'm sure I can think of many ways to reward you for being my rescuer." It was my turn with the sly smile. I was going out with Jared.

He took his team shirt out of his locker, with his name stitched on the back, and pulled it over my head. It came down to my mid-thigh and for the first time all night I was no longer naked. For just a moment I wasn't sure I wanted to have clothes on anymore. Being naked seemed like such a natural thing after all this.

"I can't have you going bare-assed to your first class now. A little modesty during school and save the good stuff for just me," he said. "You'd better get going before your late. And I'm going to need all the details behind this unbelievable story before this night's over."

"I'll tell you and then I'll show you."

"I'm counting on it." He brought me over to a staircase on the other side of the room and pushed the door open. "This will lead you right up to wear the lockers are. You should be good after that."

"Thanks again," I said giving him a quick kiss and bouncing up the steps. As I did, I was aware that the end of the shirt was flying up, giving him a nice look and as I reached the top, he yelled out to me.

"Hey Lisa. You have the greatest ass in the world."

I lifted up the back of the shirt and spread my legs just enough to give him a full view of my sweet cheeks and still wet pussy and said, "All for you." And blew him a kiss.

In the hall there was only a few kids so far but none were paying attention to me and I raced to my locker and spun the combination. I grabbed my gym bag and some other stuff from my locker and was in the girl's room in seconds which was also empty. I rummaged through the duffle and saw I did not have any panties so I slipped on my blue tiny tight gym shorts which, though covered, didn't conceal the shape of my ass and my camel-toe pussy was prominently visible. I pulled off Jared shirt, slipped on my sports bra and put the shirt back on tying the tails into a knot so my midriff showed. I popped on my gym sneakers, finger combed my damp hair into a pony tail and secured it with a tie, washed my face and dabbed a few strokes of makeup, a little deodorant and a finger brush of my teeth and I was good to go. I went back to my locker, threw the bag in, got my other stuff, and checked the clock on the wall and saw that I still had a little time before class. I clutched my books and went back to the stairwell down to the boy's lockers. I wanted to thank Jared again and maybe get a few more kisses in. When I got there the room was empty, everybody having changed and gone up to class. I looked around relishing my nude display to all those boys and I truly wouldn't have a problem doing it again. I even thought I might surprise them after a win one time and show up naked to celebrate with them. Then I thought to myself, 'Holy Crap, had one night changed me so much that I was seriously contemplating all these wild buck-assed, no-clothes thoughts.' I smiled at that. I kind of liked the new me. Naked Lisa. I was about to head up when I noticed something on the shelf and decided to take the memento of this adventure and tucked it behind my books.

When I went into my first class, the room was full of kids and just for a second, I hesitated and wondered, if I hadn't been saved by Jared, I might be walking in naked and handcuffed and what would be everyone's reaction to me. The sight of my bare tits and pussy on display for all to see. For one brief moment, I entertained the though of ripping my clothes off and finding out. Then I headed to the other side of the room with no one possibly imaging what I had been contemplating.

Crowded around in a circle snickering, probably figuring they had screwed me royally, was Jennifer, Cindy, and Maria. But as I stepped past them, my books tight to my chest, their collective mouths fell open. I went slowly to a back seat, so when they followed my movement in astonishment, Jennifer could get a real good look at her ex-boyfriend's jersey on my back. Or should I say, my new boyfriend's jersey. When I turned back, they were all still starring. I retraced my steps until I was next to Jennifer and took the bell, hidden from behind my books and slammed it down unto the desk in front of her where it clanged loudly and made the whole room jump and go quiet.

"Here's your fucking cowbell back! I won't need it anymore."

I sashayed back to my desk and took my seat as the teacher walked in and was shocked by the silence. I sat down with such a smile of satisfaction that I thought my face would split. Yesterday I was desperate to be part of a cliché, so I could hang with the popular crowd. Today the whole school would be talking about me and looking up to me as the new 'it' girl. I would have every guy on the baseball team coming up and high-fiving and hugging me in the halls. And with Jared as my escort, kissing me and having him squeeze my perfect ass for the whole school to see I would be the envy of every student, especially Maria, Cindy, and more than anyone else, Jennifer. When the naked pictures of me and Jared, and me with the whole baseball team started spreading around other kid's cell phones, I might just be the girl who rules the school. Not to mention that starting tonight I would be experiencing the splendor of Jared's virtues which I had already seen and felt, and declared as magnificent. Letting out the juicy details of our dates together might just be the stuff that legends are made of. And I could definitely see myself, in the future, doing a few pop ups, naked of course, at some precise times and public places, maybe school events, even a baseball game or two, and I wouldn't give a shit who saw or what they said. Solidify my reputation as Naked Lisa.

Senior year was starting to look like a good time. And I had the Cow Run to thank for it all.