Bayleigh

Bayleigh Rogers hated her name. She thought it sounded like a cute preppy girl, and insisted people call her just "Lee." She was walking to meet some friends at Dirke's Pond. They hung out there a lot, drinking, smoking pot and cigarettes, carousing, making fun of preppy kids, and getting into the occasional fight.

Bayleigh arrived at 9 pm, and the party was in full swing. She walked up to her friend Dustin's 1974 Chevy Nova. The trunk was open, and it was full of liquor, an ice chest, and red Solo cups. She made herself a bourbon and cola, and sought out Dustin.

Dustin was with a group of three girls and two guys. All were drinking and smoking. "'Sup, guys?" said Bayleigh.

"What up, Lee?" said Greta, a short girl with jet black hair and lots of tattoos. "Want a smoke?"

Suddenly Bayleigh started to gyrate. She reached down and grabbed the bottom of her black v-neck tee and pulled it off. She tossed it aside.

"What the hell?" asked Greta.

Bayleigh had no idea what was going on. She kept swinging her hips, and a grin was stuck to her face. She could not talk, nor could she stop herself as she reached down and undid her black laced boots and took them off. As she shimmied out of her skinny jeans, she saw that a couple of people had gathered around and were filming her with their phones. She wanted to slap the hell out of them, but instead she reached behind her and unclasped her white bra. She took her bra off and swung it over her head then let it go. It sailed right to Dustin.

"Damn, Lee!" Said Dustin. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but it's fucking awesome!"

Lee took off her socks then lastly her black cotton panties, which she slid down to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot, and with the other, kicked them to a guy she knew, Cord, a 22 year old with a shaved head and neck tattoos.

Once she was completely naked, and the crowd was cheering, she could control herself again. She clasped a hand over her crotch, and her arm over her chest.