Ann, the tomboyish innkeeper.

From your seat butt-naked on the dirt path, you could see long orange hair tied snugly in a braid, and the trademark overalls of Ann, the local innkeeper... 's granddaughter. Unlike Mary or yourself, Ann wasn’t shy in the slightest, and quite the tomboy on top of being one of your closer friends in town. The freckle-speckled redhead started staring openly when she saw you (her close farmer friend) in your birthday suit.

She was especially focusing her attention on the wet privates you were **** to stop covering when you fell, and her freckles were beginning to vanish behind a scarlet blush spreading across her pretty face. It seemed like even tomboys such as the redhead before you had a limit before their confidence was replaced by… whatever emotion was making her blush as red as you were.

Though Ann was stunned into silence by the sight of your dangling cock, she wasn’t alone. Karen, of all people was standing a scarce three feet behind Ann’s shoulders, and walking closer with an evil grin playing across her lips. That blonde was incorrigibly sexual at the worst of times. You wouldn’t escape this encounter with your dignity if she had any say in it.

“Hahaha! Ohmygosh, dude! Hahaha! I can totally see your junk right now!” Karen shouted in a fit of giggles, peeking down at your crotch instead of your eyes as she spoke. “Why are you butt-naked anyway, John? Have you secretly been a massive pervert this whole time? Do you get those cute balls of yours off by streaking?”

“What!? No!” You shouted with a crimson face as you tripped backwards, still too embarrassed to remember how to protect your modesty. With both hands at your sides to back away from her leering eyes instead of shielding your willy, you stammered back, “I’m n-not a pervert, Karen! I-I, I was j-just—“

“—Hey ladies! There’s a boy here in his birthday suit!” The stockgirl squealed over your quieter voice, blatantly disinterested in what you had to say in your own defense. "It's John! He's totally streaking!"

"Wait, l-ladies!?" You asked in horror, when suddenly, you saw the all the other girls who’d gathered right around the clearing you ran into. Elli the elegant town nurse, Ann who hardly needs introduction at this point, and Popuri the bubbly poultry farmer across from your property, were all present, looking straight in your direction as you scrambled back to your feet in a mortified jolt. Holy shit, this might've been every girl near your age in Echo Creek!

"My goodness, that really is John!" Elli yelped out at the sight of you.

Popuri was enamored too, cooing, "Awww, check out how red his cheeks are— I could just pinch them!"

Each bachelorette was grinning ear-to-ear as they studied the cute, local farmer boy who was naked right before them. You felt dizzy with humiliation, and almost fainted when you realized where every one of these young women was looking... directly at the hands hiding your dangling cock. With every part of your body except your penis currently on display to all the town's horny women, you feared the worst, and prepared yourself to sprint back into the forest for cover, even if you'd never live this moment down for as long as you lived. You turned around and gave the girls a great look at your bubbly butt as you made your first stride toward safety, however...

By that point, somebody grabbed your arm, stopping you dead in your tracks at the edge of the clearing.