Help from neighbours?

My face, breasts and crotch were aflame with embarrassment, arousal, excitement, what I could only guess was adrenaline, and borderline panic. My breath was coming quick and shallow and I **** myself to take deeper, slower breaths. My heart was thundering in my ears.

I focused on one thing at a time. I set the glass down against the wall next to the door to my apartment. Being barefoot, I didn't want there to be shards of glass in the hallway where I needed to walk, so I was very, very gentle with it. Then I flexed my toes and felt the carpet under my feet, that sort of super short carpet that they use in hotel hallways, I guess it would make sense that they would use it for apartments too, when...

Then I realized my hands, which I hadn't been paying attention to, were back at it, and one was kneading my breasts while the other one was pinching my labia and just getting all up between my legs. I **** my hands to my face and took another breath while focusing on the touch of my hands to my cheek. Breathe!

"Excuse me, miss, are you alright?"

Turning around, I saw a confused looking young man (maybe early twenties?) in shorts, flip flops and a Hawaiian shirt over a white tee-shirt. He was holding a shopping bag with one hand and a gallon of milk with the other.

"Uh...!" I explained. "Um!" I said smartly. God I'm brilliant.

Squeezing my eyes shut, my face wincing with embarrassment. I held my arms folded against my body, forearms vertical, on either side of my exposed breasts, and wiggled my D-cup breasts in his direction, to make sure he looked at them, then spun around to shake my butt at him. I then bent over at the waist with my feet spread apart to expose my anus and vagina to him. "I...! I got locked out!" I said finally.

"O-okay..." he said. "Uh... you, um, you realize you're naked?"

"YES!" I moan pitifully, standing up, spinning to face him, covering my breasts with my arms and hunching down to hide my vagina, all in one frantic motion. "It's so embarrassing!"

"Uh, okay, here..." he put down his groceries on the ground, and took his Hawaiian shirt off. Such a gentleman! I thought.

He walked over to me to try to put the shirt over my shoulder. I danced away from the garment before it could touch me. "No!" the part of me that was controlled by the app shouted. "N-no!" my brain proper continued. "I... I like b-being nude... I... I did this to m-myself. I'm an exhibitionist!" Shit, shit, shit! I thought. Come on, brain! That's the best you could come up with?

He retracted the shirt from where he was holding it out to me. A moment of silence stretched between us.

My arms unfolded themselves from either side of my breasts, and one hand began fondling my own butt, the other began pinching my left nipple.

"'Kay." He said at last. "I mean, you do you," he shrugged and put his shirt back on.

"T-thank you! For being... understanding!"

"Yeah," he said, picking his groceries back up. "It's Leia, right? From 305?"

"Natalia," I corrected. "And yeah."

"Natalia, right. We've passed each other in the hallway before a few times, I'm James, I'm your neighbour in 307."

"Oh... r-right. Sorry about the noise last night."

"Yeah, I wasn't going to bring it up, but, I think you and I share a bedroom wall and... I mean, so long as it's before ten at night...?"

"Oh, yeah! Of course! Um... you seem... awfully okay with, um..." I wiggled by breasts at him. "All this...?"

"Yeah, oh, uh..." he tried to scratch the back of his neck with the hand he was holding the gallon of milk with. "I'm a psychology major at Glendon Community College."

That made sense. Pacifica Coast Prep and Glendon College are equidistant from this apartment zone, so students of both schools get discounts on rent, which is the result of tax incentives from the state to the landlords.

"O-oh! How interesting! W-what's your focus?"

He was getting his keys out now and going over to his front door. "Experimental Psychology eventually, but I seem to be taking more and more Abnormal Psychology classes at the moment, this is my first year," he shrugs as he opens the door. "Hey, are you really locked out?"

"Y-yeah."

"Do you want to come inside or, like, use my phone to call your roommates or something?"

"N-no!" I say, out of nowhere. "I... I want to go streaking! Outside, in the park and... and at the mall!"

"Interesting, why? Hang on, I'm listening," he said as he entered his apartment with his groceries. From what I could see, standing at the threshold, his apartment was a mirror of mine, which meant his kitchenette was directly to the side once one entered through the front door. He was putting away the groceries in the fridge and in cabinets.

"It's um..." I said, raising my voice so he could hear me from the kitchenette. My compulsion didn't want me to go into the apartment. It wanted me to be more outside, not more inside, that's what "streaking" implied after all. "It's an act of self actualization," I decided to swing for the fences by mashing a bunch of random psychology words together. "An act of self actualization through externalization, brought about by the combination of a sexual awakening and the high of self discovery upon moving out of my mother's home?"

"Uh-huh, and what do you feel is being externalized?" he said, sounding like he had his head inside the fridge.

"I, um..."

Before I could come up with something erudite and concise to bullshit my way through this, a woman, tall and lean and blonde and wearing jeans and tank top, walked out of the apartment's hallway to the bedrooms and bathroom, and into the living room to see me standing naked in the doorway, playing with my tits.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?"

James popped out of the kitchenette and held up his hands to the woman. "Cynthia! It's okay!"

"James! Who the hell is this? Why is she naked? And playing with herself?"

James turned around to see me frantically rubbing my clit and fondling my breasts, face flushed and scrunched up with embarrassment. "She's our neighbour, she's locked herself out of her apartment and she says she's an exhibitionist who wants to go streaking through the park," he listed as he turned back to the woman, Cynthia.

"What the fuck?" Cynthia said again.

"I mean, hey," James shrugged. "I offered to let her use my phone to call someone or if she wanted my shirt to cover herself with, she said no."

"It's true!" I half shouted, feeling my orgasm approaching as I struggled to remain standing and not double over with the sensations radiating through me.

"Uh..." Cynthia said, dumbfounded. "Well shit..."

"I was just asking her if this was a thing she does normally or if it's a new development, and she seems to think it's an externalization of her true self brought on by the stress of environmental flux in her home life."

"I have no fucking clue what that means, Doctor Douchebag," Cynthia said. She turned to me and spoke with a condescending tone. "Little girl," she addressed me, even though I was eighteen and she couldn't be more than two years older. "You are going to get **** if you go out there and-"

"OOOOHHH!" I said, bucking my hips and spreading my feet wide apart as my orgasm crashed over me. I'd been trying for one for a while now but wasn't able to reach it because of that stupid Custom Challenge. But now, I had an audience. "SO GOOD!"

"That's it! I'm calling the cops!" Cynthia whipped out her cell phone.

"The fuck is going on out here?" said a man's voice and a, presumably, third roommate came out into the living room just as I fell to my knees and continued to masturbate, knees spread wide.

"OOOOOHOHHHHHHH...!"

"Damn!" the man said. "That is one horny filly!" he spoke with a southern accent I couldn't identify.

"Hello? Police? I'd like to report a naked woman running around our apartment... Yes, our neighbour... Yeah, I guess she lives in this building... What do you mean that's not a crime?!"

"James, what the fuck?" the thin blond man wearing sweatpants and no shirt was saying, pointing at me.

Sighing, not wanting to go through the whole spiel again, he rolled his eyes and said: "That's Natalia, she's an exhibitionist who wants to be seen naked and, I guess, masturbating? She's our neighbour, she wants to go to the park and go streaking, and Cynthia is calling the cops. Also I got more milk."

"OOOOOHHH FUCK YEeeeeEEEeeeaaAH...!"

"Well if that don't beat all!" the newcomer said.

"I don't care if California doesn't have a law against nudity, what about the city or county...? We DON'T? Well what about, I don't know, soliciting sex...? No, she's not asking for money, but...!" After a second she pulled the phone away from her ear. "That bitch hung up on me!"

"OoooooOOoo... I'm... Natalia..." I groaned, struggling to get to my feet... James helped me up.

"Right," James said. "Natalia, this is my roommate Roy. Roy, Natalia. Natalia, Roy."

"Ma'am," Roy tipped a non-existent hat in my direction. I mimed a curtsy for some reason, feeling silly and high from my orgasm. At least it brought a smile to his face, replacing his confused smirk at seeing a nude, orgasming woman in his doorway.

"And that's our other roommate Cynthia."

Cynthia came over to me, hands on her hips. "Is there any way we can stop you from going out there and getting yourself killed?"

I shrugged, a little afraid now that she was bringing up **** and ****. "I don't, um... No. I mean, 'no you can't', not that 'I don't know.'"

"Ugh!" she made a gruff noise of irritation. "Roy, James, go with her, make sure she doesn't die, at least? I want nothing more to do with this!"

"Yes, Ma'am!" Roy said gleefully.

"Hey? Little filly, can I touch your keister?" Roy said to me in the elevator. The elevator was on the other side of the building from our apartments, but it opened up onto a grass field that, while not technically being part of the park across the street from us (it's really part of the same property as the building), it's treated as though it were public property.

I fidgeted with my hands, honestly feeling shy, probably because of the Embarrassment Custom Challenge, but also, I don't know why, probably my innate sense of perversion, feeling excited and flattered regarding Roy's request to touch my butt. "Y-yes, please," I muttered, giving a nod.

"Well, thank you, kindly!" He proceeded to grope and squeeze my butt cheeks.

"So, what are we doing, Natalia?" James asked, remarkably calm.

"Um... I just sort of wanted to run through the park, then maybe down the street in the other direction toward the mall? Do a circuit in front of the stores?"

"Can she do that?" James asked Roy, who was now, I shit you not, wearing a legitimate big white cowboy hat. He had also changed into a green and yellow track suit.

He scratched his head under his hat. "I mean, California has no law against indecent exposure, but it does have lewd and licentious laws - the town has pretty permissive ordinances, being a college town, but any business could still refuse her service or entry if they wanted. But I'm... not sure if the mall itself is considered a public market, being that it's all indoors an' shit. Could give it a try, best they could do is ask her to leave."

"Roy's studying pre-law," James explained.

I fucking love college towns.

"T-thank you for doing this!"

"You're, uh, welcome..." James said, blushing.

"Can I squeeze your titties?" Roy said, ruining the mood.

"Please do," I said, rubbing myself further.

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Girls Customized: 2
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