She runs past.

Fuck it.

They would all see the video's soon anyway. Hannah continued her sprint, covering her shame as best she could. Like a runner crossing the finish line, a wave of cheers followed her.

Both from running and bashful exhilaration, Hannah breathed heavily. How many people had seen her naked this night? At least 50, maybe even a 100 with how packed that bar was. They had seen her firm breasts and butt. Many must have noticed how hard her nipples were, and half had even seen her pee. With her hands still holding her boobs, she pinched her nipples and yelped from how good it had felt. Still running, she turned the final corner into her own street.

Not long after, she was back in her backyard. Her hands trembled, she could hardly fit the key into the lock. She willfully dropped it and sat down on the wooden bench placed against the wall. She had to take the edge off. The excitement, the embarrassment and the absolute humiliation had finally been too much. She stretched her legs and arched her back as she played with her breasts. Her hand slid down her belly and stroked her clit. She felt her eyes roll back as she went on, she did not bother holding in her moan. Her muddy toes curled in ectasy as she slipped a finger in her vagina and brought herself to a shaking orgasm. She felt all those people watching her all over again. The guys from her college, her former classmates, the regulars at the bar, and even the snitch that had called her out. She loved it.

The realization would set in later. The rumour spread like wildfire, which was not even the bad part. Hannah knew everyone had seen the pictures and video's, and that she must have looked utterly insane. She had not looked hot, but muddy and disheveled, and worst of all, wetting herself.