Attitude Adjustment Book IV

 

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?

*****

End of Book IV