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Chapter 13 by hambo hambo

What did Ahab hit his head on?

The last person he wants to see right now

"M-Macy?!" I groan as I get up on my knees and rub my head.

Laying in the path just a little ways away from me is the equally groaning and completely naked Macy!

Her brown hair is a mess, and her bare breasts, with their wonderfully erect nipples, jiggle and sway in a way only natural ones can as she slowly starts to get up.

"A-Ahab?" She croaks as each of us drinks in the completely nude form of the other, before our eyes meet.

Both of our faces turn bright red as we each spring to our feet and suddenly look away from each other.

I feel my cock throbbing as I steal more glances at her naked, completely uncovered body. My eyes wander back to her exquisite breasts and her (is… is that glistening?) uncovered pussy with its small, but well-trimmed thatch of pubic hair.

"Stop staring!" She blurts out as her hands go to her breasts and snatch, her face as red as a lobster.

"S-sorry!" I mutter, blushing profusely as I shift my gaze back to her face and notice where she is looking.

She bites her lip and lets a little growl slip out of her mouth as she gazes at my hard cock, before I awkwardly cover it up.

Realizing she's been caught, her eyes quickly shoot up to my face. "What are you doing here?" She angrily demands as the gentle zephyrs continue to blow around us.

"I… I lost my clothes and…" I stutter before Macy quickly cuts me off.

"Serves you right! After what you did to me!" The haughty pervert humphs, clearly forgetting her part in this whole incident.

"M-me!? What about you, huh?" I angrily respond, "You stripped and groped me first! And that doesn't even take into account all the other things you've been doing to me since high school!"

"You must have hit your head harder than I thought! Why on earth would I ever waste my time on some… loser like you? You can't even keep your clothes on for a walk in the park!" Macy fires back, her nudity forgotten as she angrily puts her hands on her hips.

The two of us continue to stand there, completely naked and trading insults as the last page of the newspaper wobbles precariously against the side of the bench, completely forgotten by both parties as we continue to heap blame on each other.

How will this end?

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