Hell no!

Fuck! No way were you streaking the game! But you weren't sticking around and making some ultimatum for your clothes back! You'd take your chances outside!

Turning on your heel, you ran, padding barefoot out of the locker rooms and into the school hallways. With the cover of night and the big game going on, the halls were empty, but you knew you could run into anyone! Your hands tightly hid your manhood as you walked through the halls, trying to think of what you could do to cover yourself... You were absolutely pissed, and when you were this pissed...

"Sniff! Hic!"

Fuck. Now here came the tears. A bit **** at how pitiful you looked, you made a mad dash down the hallway, turning the corner...

And smacking right into something soft and warm that blocked out your vision.

"Whoa! Hey, little guy! What are ya'll..."

You looked up, realizing you were in the bosom of Eleanor Fairbreast, generally considered the nicest and bustiest girl in school. She was also a senior, but you'd never had any classes with her. You saw her around, but you never had any interest in talking to her. She was sexy and you couldn't deny liking her mammoth tits, but you never thought you'd have a shot with her.

From your impact, Eleanor had reflexively wrapped her arms around you. Her words were cut off by what she felt... a hand on each bare bubble butt cheek.

The Southern Bell was wearing a simple white camisole, pink pleated miniskirt, and light blue sandals. Her long blonde hair was done up in a high, perky ponytail with a big light blue ribbon. Pretty blues eyes looked down at you through thick-framed horn-rimmed glasses perched on a freckle-covered little nose above her full pink lips. Her camisole was thin and low-cut enough that your chin was against bare breastflesh. The impact had caused one of the straps of her top to fall off her shoulder and she didn't seem to notice because of the look she was giving you...

There was a fascinated look in her eyes as she realized you were naked... Her pale, freckled cheeks were flushed pink as her fingers gave the dusky skin of your bubble butt a subconscious squeeze. Being in the cleavage of such a busty blonde, you also felt your cock give a lurch...

"He ran this way, Shirley!"

"Looks like he needs another push!"

Uh oh... Shirley and her goons had followed you! Eleanor looked at your face, then down the hall, her mind clearly analyzing what was going on based on the clues...