Walking Home

As Renee made her way towards her house, an aching 3 miles ahead, she tried to ignore the people honking or yelling at her on the long stretch of road. The outfit she was sporting was probably the cause. Her orange bra fastened to her wrists behind her back, her exposed neon white titties flouncing about, and her rainbow thong which read “Pet My Kitty.” The one pair of underwear she would've never worn had it not been for her lack of clean laundry.

While many would assume she needed help, Tracey had made Renee's nude escapades caused by her into the town's public belief that the redhead loved this kind of ill fated thing happening to her.

Letting out an exhausted sigh, she began to hear a car behind her, but slowing down more than usual. Renee kept her eyes forward trying to ignore the yellow Jeep slowly crawling by her full of her classmates who saw her only with her skirt off not that long ago as school let out.

“Renee! Nice tits girl, could use some sun on those buns!”

“Why even have the thong on at this point?!”

“Can't you guys help me?!”

“Nah, we saw your post on Facebook from your friend Flora. It said how if you were found to get plenty of pictures and not to help whatsoever, even if you begged.”

“She’s the one who took my car!”

“Suuuurreee. Can you just turn towards us so we can get a full pic of your rocking knockers?!”

“Ugh!” Remembering she didn't set a password for her phone which was currently in a pawn shop. She began to hurry her pace, unknowingly giving her spectators a spectacular view of her bouncing bubbly butt as it swayed deliciously. One of the boys quickly put on Sir Mix A Lot as they began to scream sing at the poor ginger.

“Oh my God, Buddy, look at her butt, it is so big, ugh.”

“She looks like a total prostitute, gyatt!”

“I mean her butt, it's just so big. Bruh, I can't believe it's just so round, it's like out there!”

“I like Renee's bare bubbly butt and I cannot lie, you other homies can't deny, that when she's walking down this street with her itty bitty waist and that GYATT in our face we get sp-”

“Uggggh!” Renee repeated loudly looking ahead seeing she had several miles left of road to traverse. But not wanting to give these guys any more of a show was the first thing on her mind. Seeing a gas station up ahead and across the street, managing to escape from the boys, while heading to the back end of the building.