Hunter's friends show up.

You begin to walk around to find a way to pass the day. You feel relieves to not feel your panties anymore, but now you feel revealed to the world. Hopefully nobody notices your lack of any kind of under garment. The accusation would be humiliating.

After a few minutes, you start to leave the park before three teenage boys stand in front of you, almost seeming to be blocking your path. They all seem to be around the same age Hunter was, and not looking much different either. You smile and nod, and attempt to continue on your way.

"Nuh uh," the one in the middle says. "I'm Oliver. These here are my friends Matthew and Garret. We were just talking to our mutual friend Hunter, and we learned something really interesting..."

You gulp, and panic. What are they going to do to you? Does this mean they know your current condition? You carefully place your hand over your skirt, and take a small step backwards.

"We just want to talk," adds Oliver. Both his friends circle around you, creating a sort of triangle with you in the centre. The odd pedestrian walks within view, and you hope that at the very least, nobody comes by if these boys do anything terrible.

Suddenly on your right, Matthew playfully taps upwards on your skirt, showing off a generous amount of leg briefly before falling. You gasp and pull down on the edge. You worry that they saw something they shouldn't have.

"I think I saw," says Garret. "Hunter was telling the truth. This girl's got no panties on."

"No panties, but a skirt?" questions Oliver. "That's really brave, and naughty. What kind of girl are you?"

You explain that you aren't like that, and it was Hunter that took them after... Well, you don't explain why, because that would be even worse. Hopefully Hunter at least kept his word and didn't tell them what you were doing back in the park.

You feel your skirt raise up behind you as Matthew yanks it up, revealing your rear completely to the world. You tug it down immediately, pulling it out of his grip.

Your face glows a bright red.

"Look!" Oliver shouts. "She must be getting excited from being ogled. Her nipples are practically poking right through her shirt... That means she must not have a bra on either."

"That's what he said," adds Garret.

"Yep. That must feel really liberating, miss. But what if your skirt blows up or something like that~?"

You ask to be left alone.

"Oh no. We came all this way for some fun," Oliver responds. "If you'd like, we can go back to my place. My parents are at work. Maybe we can... work out a way for us to forget this all happened."

"I want to tease her in public more," groans Garret.