A new start

After a very bumpy, uncomfortable, and sweaty ride, the hood opens. You scramble over Sabrina to get out. As soon as you do, the car wheelies away, and the woman laughs. “See how you like to be stranded in the nude. Bye!”

The car speeds out into the distance and leaves you …somewhere? The moon is high in the sky. You are on a random sidewalk illuminated by a hanging light. Three-story high buildings dot the road, and there is an alleyway behind you. You are in a random town down the highway? Or a city?

A million questions race through your head, but first things first, you stretch a bit. Your muscles are killing you! Talk about an uncomfortable ride. Yuck, you are still sticky. If you never see Sabrina naked again, that would be too soon.

You feel a tug on your wrist and find that Sabrina is shaking her hands. “Oh gosh. Where am I? What am I going to do? You!” She presses her index finger against your right nipple. Rude. “This is all your fault! How are we going to get back now?”

You honestly have no idea, and the same question creeps into your head. “W-we can walk?” your mouth suggests before your brain clears it.

“Walk down the highway? Like this?! Are you kidding me?”

“Do you have a better idea?” Cause you sure don´t. It´s going to suck, it´s going to be long, but is there any other way? Is not like you feel brave enough to ask for a naked ride with a stranger.

“Fuck! No? Maybe? I am *not* going to do it naked thought, and I´m certainly not taking a hike with you!” Sabrina dangles the cuffs. Yeah, well, you are not happy about it either. “Our priority is finding some clothes, then some way to break this thing.”

“Fine.” Can´t see the fault in that logic. You and Sabrina stare awkwardly at each other´s eyes. Neither moves an inch.

“Well, lead the way. You have plenty of experience stealing clothes, apparently.”

“R-right, so…” You have no idea what to do. Even back in the lake, you were improvising your ass off. Maybe if you walk in a random direction you can find something to wear? Hopefully? Miraculously?

“Ehmmm. Should we say something, Timmy?”

“No way, I want to get all the angles.”

“Yeah, this is not something you see every day.”

Both you and Sabrina look up. There is a trio of boys ogling down at you from their windows, aiming their cameras at you… Recording you. It just occurs to you that you are standing right under a light, so you don´t even have the cover of darkness.

“Eeep!” You and Sabrina squeal in unison and try to run in separate directions. The cuffs snap back and pull you back together. You collide with your blonde rival and once more feel her cheerful pink nipples pressed against yours. A brief tug of war ensues and is cut short when you both remember that you have an audience.

Sabrina tries to hide behind you just as you try to hide behind her. Like a spinning carrousel, you circle each other´s backs, giving the boys the much-vaunted view of both your behinds and your fronts. When you realize that this is going nowhere, you both try to cover with your hands, but as you are practically sharing a hand now, another tug of war ensues to see who can properly cover their breasts and crotch.

The boys laugh at your burlesque routine, and more lights turn on in the building. You don´t want to become the talk of the block, so you grab Sabrina´s wrists and pull her with you into the alleyway. You keep running into the dark, your bare feet splashing an errant puddle on the ground. After a minute or so, you stop, nobody is coming to investigate.

Naked in a dark, cramped, alleyway in the middle of nowhere, your situation is far from ideal. You take big breaths, not even five minutes in the town, and you are already immortalized in the cellphones of some snotty brats. This bodes ill for the rest of your embarrassing adventure. Your experience at the lake will probably not be so bad after you are done.

You are not alone this time, however. For better or worse, Sabrina is tagging along with you. You know what they say, misery loves company. This might be your chance to bury the hatchet, to learn to work together and move on. Maybe… maybe this is the start of a beautiful friendship.

“Next time, when I want to run somewhere, you follow! Understand, d e a r i e?” Sabrina stomps on your foot.

“Ouch! Fine, yesh.” Ok, maybe you are not destined for friendship. She is still a bitch, after all. You take in the sights, just boring brick and mortar. Where the hell are you going to find clothes?

You sigh, here you again.

THE END