City Mouse in the Country
by Little Robbie

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, let’s try them on and see.”

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

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

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

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

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

Totally embarrassed. Again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My head was spinning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“WHAT! Wait a minute! What?!”

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

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

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

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

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

“Eight minutes? Is that even possible?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, she’s totally naked!”

“Wow! Cute tush, but no boobs!”

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

“Do I know you?”

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

“Hey, don’t go! You’re beautiful!”

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

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

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

“RONNIE, NO!” Now what will I do?!

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

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

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

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

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

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