Amber throws her bra.

With so few options, Amber let out a quiet sigh as she glanced at the only clothes she had on above her waist.

“Bras suck anyway.” Amber through to herself as she slowly moved her hands behind her back. Slowly as not to provoke the dogs before her, Amber unclasped her bra before letting it slide down her arms. Her b-cup boobies were exposed to the cool evening air, her nipples already hardening. She dangled the bra in front of Benjamin and Gregory, and both of them locked eyes with it.

“You wanna fetch? Come on, go fetch!” Amber said, chucking her bra as far across the yard as she could. Amber didn’t wait around to see if they followed, breaking into a sprint as soon as the bra left her hand. She stumbled a little, catching herself with her hands as the unkempt lawn snagged at her heels, but managed to keep her feet mostly under her. She dashed through the gate, quickly slamming it shut and locking the latch. Just in time too, as when she turned she saw Benjamin running full speed at her with one cup of her bra dangling from his mouth, and Gregory with the other. She heard as the two dogs barked madly on the other side, before eventually getting bored and walking away.

Once again Amber had to stop and catch her breath. Her chest heaved as she did, a small amount of sweat rolling down her body until finally dripping off her pointed nipple, at which point Amber remembered to cover her chest. Amber had already been unsure what the plan was after losing her shirt, so being completely topless only further complicated things. Molly did rather conveniently live only a couple blocks down from the party, so Amber could probably nab something from her place. Though streaking that far sent a tingle through Ambers spine, and a low buzz into her vagina that she chose to ignore for now. Looking nearby for something was also an option, as Mr. Abernathy did have a lot of junk lying around. Whether any junk was useful was yet to be seen.