Well...

The restaurant erupted into laughter.

David whipped his hands over his junk so hard that he hurt his balls, and Laylah tried to reach back and cover her exposed undercarriage, but she lost her balance and crashed onto her side.

Customers and wait staff all laughed and shouted cat-calls and whistled at the two nude friends.

As Laylah rose to her feet, covering her nakedness as much as she could with her hands, she whimpered, "Oh god, David... I fucked up."

David's eyes were trained on Shyann, who stared at the nude duo with a confused frown. Then her expression broke as she snorted, then busted out laughing.

David and Laylah ran out of the Pizza Shack, too panicked and humiliated to think of anything else. The two streakers ran and ran, desperately trying to hide their privates with their hands as they made their way out of the parking lot, across the street, and into the nearby field that bordered their town.

The sun was nearly set, and the chill of evening was falling over the field as they ran to nowhere in particular, as long it was far away.

They had reached a large haybale and decided to finally stop and catch their breath. They stood there, hunched over and breathing heavily, the oncoming shill of the night created small puffs of condensation as they huffed and puffed.

David looked at Laylah, her bare breasts swaying as she breathed, her nipples had grown stiff and thick from the cold and her pink areolas were dotted with goosebumps.

Laylah looked at David, his penis and balls had shrunken from the cold, making him look more pathetic than he already did, standing there completely nude next to her.

Their gazes met and the world paused. Then they both inhaled deeply and screamed at the sky,

"FFFFFFFFUCK!"