They hide in the park, and get caught.

"This way," Robin hissed, steering Sofie toward a cluster of dense hedges in the corner of the little park. It offered a modicum of privacy, or at least a visual block from the main sidewalk. "The paint on your inner thigh is fading. I can see... well, I can see you."

Sofie ducked behind the bushes, frantically checking the spot Robin had pointed out. Sure enough, the friction of her walk had rubbed away the blue layer, leaving a patch of pale, bare skin right next to her labia. "Oh god. I almost flashed the entire campus."

"We can fix it," Robin assured her, pulling the small tube of neon blue paint from his pocket. He knelt on the grass, trying to look like he was just tying his shoe. "Hold your leg up. And keep your voice down."

Sofie lifted her leg, resting her foot on a low branch. "Just hurry up, okay?"

Robin dipped his finger into the paint. He leaned in, his face inches from her groin, and began to dab the blue paint onto the thinning spot. "It's okay," he whispered. "I'm just going to blend the edges. I didnt bring a brush, so you need to stand really still."

"I'm trying," Sofie whispered back, her heart pounding. "But anyone could walk—"

"Yo, Sofie?"

The voice was young, male, and dripping with realization. Sofie froze, her eyes going wide. Robin froze too, his finger literally touching her outer lip.

Standing at the edge of the hedge were the three high schoolers from the store. They were grinning, having spotted the girl in the "weird texture" outfit slipping into the bushes.

"Wait a second," the tallest one said, taking a step closer. "I know that face. That's Sofie Miller. She was the senior class treasurer? The one who gave that speech about 'modesty' right before homecoming?"

Sofie felt her face ignite. She had been the poster child for conservative culture and abstinence at their high school just a year ago. "I... um... hi?" she squeaked, trying to pull her leg down, but Robin was still holding her ankle, trapped in the act of painting her crotch.

"No way," another boy laughed, crossing his arms. "The abstinence queen is running around in body paint? That is wild."

"It's for art," Robin stammered, standing up and blocking their view of Sofie’s midsection. "We're just... fixing a smudge."

"Fixing a smudge?" The tall boy leaned around Robin, undeterred. "Dude, move. We want to see the art."

"Be cool," the third boy said, nudging his friend. He looked at Sofie with a smirk that was equal parts teasing and impressed. "Damn, Sofie. You filled out since high school. Those boobs... that paint job is... actually insane."

Sofie covered her chest with her arms. "Please, just go away. This is humiliating."

"Why? It looks good! Besides, you were tye one taking your art into the public areas, not us. " the tall boy insisted, his eyes roaming over her yellow tank top. "I mean, I can see the texture from here. It's definitely skin. But the detail... wow." He pointed a finger. "Is that... are your nipples painted to look hard? Because that is some next-level shading."

Sofie wanted to die. "I... it's just shadowing!"

"And the shorts," the second boy chimed in, his gaze dropping to her hips. "The way you painted the crease on the thigh? It looks exactly like the fabric is digging in. But..." he squinted, stepping just a foot closer. "I can see the pores. Like, right there on your hip. And is that... is that a mole right next to the, uh, pantyline?"

"Don't look for moles!" Robin yelped.

"Relax, paint boy," the boy said, holding up his hands. "We're just admiring the technique. But seriously, Sofie? You can basically see everything. I can see the exact shape of your... you know..." He gestured vaguely to her groin. "Under the blue. It's like X-ray vision."

"It's not X-ray vision!" Sofie cried, her voice trembling. "It's body paint!"

"Does it feel weird?" the third boy asked, genuinely curious but unfiltered. "I mean, you're basically naked. Doesn't the air feel... breezy?"

"Please stop talking, im all exposed." Sofie whimpered. The humiliation was burning through her, settling low in her belly. She felt a familiar, traitorous pulse between her legs. The shame, the exposure, the way they were dissecting her "clothing" and seeing right through to her most private areas... it was overwhelming.

"Exposed is right," the tall boy laughed. "I can literally see the shape of your... pussy... through the paint. It's like a cameltoe, but see-through."

Sofie gasped, a fresh wave of arousal crashing over her. The specific, dirty word combined with his staring eyes was too much. She felt her inner muscles clench, and then, the unmistakable sensation of fluid leaking out of her.

"Oh no," Robin whispered.

A thin, clear trickle of wetness slid down her inner thigh, cutting a path right through the fresh blue paint Robin had just applied.

"Whoa," the second boy said, his eyes popping. "Did she just...?"

"Is that... water?" the third boy asked, leaning in dangerously close. "Or is the paint running?"

"It's running!" Sofie hissed, grabbing Robin’s arm. "Robin, fix it! They can see it dripping!"

The boys were transfixed. "Dude, she's getting wet," the tall one whispered to his friends, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Like, for real wet. That is so hot."

"It's sweat!" Sofie lied desperately, her face burning so hot she felt feverish. "It's just the heat!"

"Sure it is," the boy smirked. "Whatever you say, Treasurer."

"Robin, do something!" Sofie begged, tears of embarrassment stinging her eyes.

"Okay, okay!" Robin panicked. He dropped back to his knees, right in front of the three boys. "I need to... dry it. And repaint."

He grabbed a wad of paper towels from his pocket—thankful he had thought to bring them—and reached for Sofie’s thigh.

The boys watched, mesmerized, as Robin dabbed at the fluid running down Sofie’s leg. He was practically touching her pussy in front of an audience.

"You have to be kidding me," Sofie whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut. "This is a nightmare."

"You're doing a great job, buddy," the tall boy called out to Robin. "Don't miss a spot. I think there's more coming."

"There isn't!" Robin snapped, though he could feel Sofie trembling against his hand. He quickly wiped the moisture away, his fingers brushing her sensitive folds, which made her flinch and leak a little more. "Damn it, Sofie, hold it together!"

"I'm trying!" she gasped. "It's the... the teasing! Just paint over it!

Robin dumped a glob of blue paint over the area, smearing it thickly to cover the wet trail. He used his thumb to spread it, his hand pressing firmly against her sex to seal the deal.

"Oooooh," the boys chorused in unison, giggling like schoolgirls—which they essentially were.

"Okay," Robin said, sitting back on his heels, his face bright red. "Done. Repaired."

Sofie slowly opened her eyes. The boys were staring at her crotch, where a fresh, dark blue splotch now marred the finish of her shorts.

"Looks like you had a little accident," the tall boy teased. "Maybe you should have worn real shorts, Sofie."

"Or a diaper," the second one added.

Sofie let out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh. "I am going home. Right now."

"Good plan," Viki said, finally taking pity on her. She shooed the boys away. "Scram, you heathens. The show is over."

"Later, Sofie," the tall boy called out as they turned to leave. "Nice seeing you again. Really... seeing you."

Sofie waited until they were out of earshot before slumping against Robin, burying her face in his shoulder. "I can never go back there. Ever."

"You don't have to," Robin said, wrapping an arm around her waist, ignoring the blue paint transferring to his shirt. "Let's just get you home. And into a hot shower. A real one. With no paint."

"And no roommates?" Sofie mumbled.

"Well, its our home too. But we are here for you," Robin promised. "Besides... you might need help getting the paint off."

Sofie looked up at him, her eyes wide. "You're enjoying this way too much, Robin."

"I am strictly conducting scientific research," Robin said, his lips twitching. "On the durability of neon body paint under **** social pressure."

"Asshole," Sofie whispered, but she leaned into him as they walked home, secretly grateful he was the one holding her up.