First Lap

Renee steeled her nerves as best as she could, eyes forward to her goal. Her heart pounded in her well-endowed chest as she tried steadying her breath. Currently where she stood now was very out in the open. Her booty started to quiver which garnered a wolf whistle from the blonde of the Leopards. The fireheaded woman sighed loudly. If she went through with this, she'd be home free. Sure with her luck as is, people could and probably would show up. But highly doubtful on a Saturday she reasoned despite everything that had happened to her so far.

The young ginger looked at first base, exhaled loudly, and sprinted as fast as her athletic legs could carry her.

She ran with her arm crossed over her breasts, mostly to keep them covered, but also to minimize the bouncing and jiggling. Renee could feel her booty bumping in rhythm with her pony tail swishing back and forth, sweeping across her bare shoulders.

“Holy shit! I can't believe I'm doing this. Ohmygodthisissofuckinghumilating.” She stuttered to herself as her head began spinning in a panicked state as she could feel every single nerve of her nude body. Her juicy jiggly rear knocking against itself as audible claps were heard with each step of her orange shoes. The visceral feeling of embarrassment washed through her entire body as her knockers kept trying to break containment from her sturdy arm.

As she rounded to the second base keeping her breakneck speed, she saw all of the Leopards pointing over at her, while guffawing with delight at the rival captain brazenly running butt ass naked on the field she recently told the Leopards to kiss her ass upon slaughtering them last week.

“Nice booty quaking cheeks I can hear your butt's applause from here princess!” Sabina shouted loud enough so Renee knew she could hear it. The redhead let out a scream of disgust but managed to make it to third base in nearly a minute. This was going to be too easy.

But looking towards home base, her eyes widened. The weird kid from the gas station, Walter S. Rathers, was behind the Leopards with his camera pointed at her as several flash bulbs went off capturing this beautiful spectacle. While the parking lot, once empty, now had a caravan of vehicles in it, with groups of people coming out from each car and heading towards the field.

“Oh yeah I thought I'd call some of your friends and mine! Mainly the football teams and cheerleaders from both of our schools! Don't forget our rules, lard ass! We won't use our cameras, but you never said anyone else couldn't!”

Renee groaned loudly as she was friends with none of those people all about to see her humiliating streak. And worse, the reminder she had to uncover either her chest or her crotch by the time she reached the next plate put a sinking feeling in her gut. Squealing to herself, her legs began to become a little heavier thinking about the amount of people about to see her. Not to mention having done a full home run in under a minute and a half, the wind had been taken out of her. Still she persisted desperate to get something to wear home. But in order to get cover, she had to uncover something by the time she hit home plate.