The girls' towel trip

Bonnie, Susie and about a dozen other Pinkwhistle High girls were bathing in Pinkwhistle Lake, on the far side of town. They weren't sure exactly why an early-morning skinny-dip had seemed like such a good idea. It had just felt to all of them like the right thing to do.

When they came out of the lake, their clothes had gone. Nothing remained but a number of large, white, fluffy towels. Five, to be exact. About one for every three naked girls.

Bonnie, Susie, Trixie Washington and the rest of the Pinkwhistle High girls discovered in very short order that it's completely impossible for three nude women to cover their bare bodies with only one towel. One can do it easily, and two can try in a pinch, but for three it's impossible.

A note had been left with the towels, explaining that the girls' clothes and housekeys had been left at Pinkwhistle Town Hall. About an hour's walk from Pinkwhistle Lake. In the centre of town, on Main Street, which of course would be very heavily trafficked this time of day.

Ben, Hank and a dozen other assorted boys and girls from Pinkwhistle High were waiting by Town Hall, cameras at the ready, to whistle and cheer as the uncomfortable nudie cuties came shuffling down Main Street, boobies and bottoms peeping through the gaps in the towels as they squeezed and shoved and maneuvered around each other, each girl trying to protect her modesty at the expense of everyone else's. Trixie Washington, a pert blonde who'd been left straggling behind with no towel at all, brought up the rear.

"You dirty little perverts," scolded Bonnie, sharing a towel with Susie, doing her best to ignore the smirks, sneers and giggles of the gathered townsfolk. "Get us out of these towels right now!"

"Aw, but you look so cute," said Ben, smiling at the frustrated redhead, as a squad of volleyball players crept up behind the unsuspecting girls. "Still, if you insist."

And nimble fingers snatched the towels away, leaving a dozen blushing cuties stranded on the sidewalk with only their two hands to cover up a smorgasbord of jiggling derrieres and bouncing breasts. Bonnie yelped. Susie squealed. Cameras flashed, immortalising the moment, as the gaggle of gorgeous nineteen-year-old high school girls found themselves standing stark naked in the middle of town. Sunday morning, of course, was the busiest time of the week.

"EEEEK!"

The squealing damsels huddled together for protection, trying to hide behind each other as shoppers gawked and teenage boys high-fived. "It's not funny," wailed Susie, at the edge of the pack, clasping her hands over her pert bottom as she and Bonnie quite unintentionally rubbed their breasts together. "Give us our clothes back!"

"Haha! Nope!"