Nicole Haught

Waverly squirmed from her position, stuck in the window, for what felt like hours. She regularly tried again to push it up, to pull herself through or **** herself back out, but it was all to no avail.

When she heard a car pull up, she didn’t know whether to be relieved or nervous. Finally she had help, but equally the only way they would be able to help her would be if they saw her, and Waverly wasn’t sure anything was worth that.

The breeze picked up just slightly, and she shivered, feeling the air wash over her exposed ass.

Then again, she couldn’t take being like this much longer. She flushed, giving a last, futile effort to wriggle free before she relented.

Might as well get it over with.

“Hey!” Waverly shouted. “Whoever that is, um, I need help!”

She couldn’t see outside from her awkward angle, bent over forwards with her clothed upper half inside the house. It was just her bare ass that was thrust back outside, and she didn’t have enough free space to turn over; the best she got from twisting her head was a vague reminder that the windowframe existed.

She bit her lip, trying to ignore the eyeful that the new arrival would no doubt be getting-

“Waves! What are…”

Waverly breathed a sigh of- well, not relief exactly. She knew that voice; it was her girlfriend, Nicole. There were a lot of worse people it could have been.

But then again, she still didn’t want her girlfriend to see her in this position. It would have been humiliating enough even without the nudity.

“Um, hi,” Waverly said. She flushed. “I got kinda, uh, stuck.”

“I can see that,” Nicole said. “One moment.”

She felt Nicole move closer to her, momentarily coming into contact with her bare skin. Waverly bit her lip, but took it, feeling Nicole reach forward to grab the underside of the window.

She pulled, and nothing happened. Waverly whimpered, hoping she was just slow getting started; but no, even when Nicole gave a grunt of exertion, the window stayed stuck down.

“I can’t,” Nicole said, a little breathless. “It really is jammed there.”

“I think there’s a catch on the inside,” Waverly said. “It might be sticking. I can’t reach it, but…”

“I don’t have a key to your place,” Nicole said. She hesitated. “I’m guessing you don’t either.”

“I… kinda lost it,” Waverly said.

Oh god, no, she’d had so much hope, and now she was still just stuck here. The only difference was now someone could see her exposure.

Nicole even took a moment to grab Waverly, awkwardly wrapping her arms around what little decent exposed midriff there was, just above her bare cunt. She pulled, until Waverly gasped for her to stop, getting stuck against the window-frame.

A whimper escaped her lips. No matter how long she was stuck like this, she’d never get used to the feeling of having her ass bare and obvious to everyone.

She heard a rustle behind her. Panicked, Waverly fidgeted.

“Nicole?” she said, “What was that?”

“I might not be able to get you free, but I can still help,” Nicole said. “One sec.”

A few more seconds of rustling, before Waverly felt a hand on her ankle. Then someone was pushed up her leg, fabric; pants! Waverly’s eyes went wide in relief, feeling the garment pushed up each of her legs and at last, at last, covering her ass.

She had something on. Maybe not hers, but she was at least somewhat decent.

Then Waverly hesitated. Wait, where had they come from-

She squirmed a little, just about managing to get a glimpse back, and she caught sight of her girlfriend. The redhead was standing there, a little more awkwardly now.

The top half of her cop uniform was there, but the bottoms were now wrapped snugly around Waverly, leaving her long pale legs bare, and her pale blue, white trimmed, panties in full view.

Nicole flushed slightly, but tried to be content in the fact she was protecting her girlfriend’s modesty.

“You don’t have to do that,” Waverly said. “But, um, thank you.”

“Any time,” Nicole said, slightly breathless. “But try not to make it a regular thing, ok? I’ll just… stay here for a bit.”

Waverly had maybe a second of relief, before panic took hold again. Wait, no, this wasn’t safe. Something was making her act strangely, strip herself, expose herself.

Chances were she was just going to find a way to lose Nicole’s pants, leaving them both stuck like this. She could face it on her own terms, but not with Nicole’s decency on the line too.