The Key Isn't There

Unfortunately, the spare key was upstairs in her room, having been used just over the weekend from when she streaked home from the mall wearing only her socks and shoes. Looking through the glass she saw that the back door had been unlocked.

Renee begrudgingly faced Jeff with her hands glued to her crotch, feeling the heat from a cute guy looking straight at her bared bottom half. All she had to do was go around and get in through the back. It would mean giving Jeff another full look at her booty as she strode to the backdoor, but it was better than what she usually didn't have on these days. And he already saw her butt anyway. The worst was clearly over she told herself.

“Alright here it goes…just get to the back…”

The ginger inhaled deeply, looked at Jeff, then the path she would take, leaned back, and exhaled sprinting full force off her porch. When she leaned back though, the worn fabric of her shirt had caught onto some loose nails that were shoddily put in by her brother out of boredom. So when she took one step forward without stopping, the white blouse ripped clean off her body and in tatters behind her.

Since her hands were already fastened to her kitten, her naked bountiful chest rose up like a pushup bra and the fabric had rubbed just enough to cause her nipples to stand perfectly at attention towards her voyeur. She was now dressed in mostly her birthday suit, since all Renee had on now was her knee high socks and shoes. Her round unsunned perky fleshorbs were now in plain sight of Jeff, who had managed to pull out his phone and video the moment her shirt ripped off surprisingly easily.

“Oh my god! NOOO!!”

“Whatarack…”

“Well this has been quite an introduction! Those double Double Ds get an A! from me Renee!”

Renee saw the camera and could only scream realizing she was now flashing her massive mammaries. She kept screaming as she ran to her fence dressed only in socks and shoes. The poor girl struggled somewhat to open the latch, but gave plenty of footage of her buttocks and sideview of her boobs bouncing to the dance she was involuntarily doing trying to get out of this embarrassing moment.

After about 12 more seconds of her jiggling around, Renee managed to open the fence, flew to her back door, ran to her room and screamed as loud as possible into her pillow at yet another day of the senior year she was ready for to end.