The boy.

She snapped out of that line of thought, and opted to press forward. Better to be exposed to one person than humiliated in front of everyone. She guessed her best bet was the boy, and she planned a route. A bit of ducking and sneaking should get her within earshot of the boy. He didn't seem to have told anyone of what he saw, so perhaps he would show some mercy. Having almost become adept at streaking and sneaking this night, she set out. While weaving her way from cover to cover, a sudden zap ignited the two spotlights over the football field. It clearly drew some attention, but it was nothing unusual. Boys would often turn on the lights themselves when playing at night. It did, however, also light up the playground a bit. Hannah was trembling from a mixture of fear, arousal, adrenaline and cold, but made it to a low bit of cover just behind the boy.

With the music playing and people socialising amongst themselves, Hannah attempted to draw the attention of the boy. She called him with a quiet psssst, but he did not seem to hear it. Hannah followed up with a soft hey, raising her head over the little barricade. Still nothing. Hannah lay on hands and knees again, her stomach pressed on her knees and her back gently arched upwards. Once more she lifted herself up and hissed his name. This time, he seemed to pick something as he looked around in confusion. Another call did the trick, and he spun round.

"Hannah?!" He exclaimed, far too loud.

"No!" Hannah hissed back, far too loud as well.

"See, I told you guys!"

Hannah could not believe it. This guy had just called her out, and apparently told on her before as well. Clearly noone had believed him then, but now...

The music stopped. Hannah had retracted her head too late. She could hear murmurs and disbelief. She could hear people drawing closer, and Hannah panicked again. She crawled a bit, lept upright and started to run. She bounced right against the chest of another guy and stumbled backwards. She looked up to see his face, but she did not recognize him. Hannah froze, and her mind drew a blank. She could feel his eyes gaze all over her and saw a mischievous smile appear on his face. He did not show any the lust she had dreamed of. She spun around to run in the opposite direction, but was met by a whole crowd. Naturally, half of them were holding phone, and naturally, Hannah lost control again. Her hands cupped her pussy, but it was too late. A stream of pee burst forth and sprayed down her legs, everything she had still in her. Her knees nearly buckled from humiliation and the immense relief.

Everyone was seeing everything and the sight was met with jeering and cheering. Her small breasts were fully uncovered and her nipples were still hard and firm. Hannah's timid gaze met all the people staring at her, and she could feel their eyes on her skinny body. She tried with all her might to stop the flow of urination, but it was no use. It streamed through her fingers and unto the rubber mats, pooling at her feet. Any spectre of lust was replaced with feelings of mild disgust and pure surprise in the onlookers. How long did she stand there? Noone stepped forward to help her and offer her a piece of clothing. They were all either too drunk, disgusted, or hysterical to think of approaching her. Hannah bent forward in shame, covering her breasts with one arm and keeping one drenched hand between her legs. Her ass was on full display to the boys behind her, but there was nothing she could do to cover it.

Finally, she broke free from the spell of shock and humiliation, and began to run.