SS24: "Bonnie Cuts Loose"

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You know what, Faithful and Beloved Readers? I'm going to start mentioning the names of the other categories these stories can fall into in my intros. After some of the others, like the relative dud "Trust Me" turned out to be...well, actually, "dud" may be going a tad far...but, anyway—I think this might be part of the reason...readers starting out thinking they're reading something that kind of turns into something else. I try to determine what category stories belong to most accurately, but sometimes that's difficult to do. So with this one, I will tell you, it's mainly an Exhibition story—as you can see on the site—but then, halfway through, it turns into a little more of a comedy, so in that respect it's also Humor (or Satire), there's a little Fetish, and then the Voyeur part enters the picture. So, not to give you spoilers, just mentioning that that's the sort of content you can expect here. Hope you enjoy.

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May 1st, 2:40 p.m.

"Mr. Grant?"

"Yes?"

"You can come on back now; the doctor's ready for you," smiled Bonnie. She took the patient down the hall into the exam room to weigh him and take his blood pressure. When the doctor came in, she turned the patient over to him and returned to the front desk.

Bonnie was single, 22, a student, and an aspiring nurse trainee at the medical center. She was a science and biology major at Denmore, and was planning to go into medicine professionally. She hoped to become a registered nurse, and if she worked sufficiently hard and was fortunate enough, one day a physician. Ever since a very, very young age, she'd admired doctors, and she'd also been positively fascinated with the human body and its workings and intricacies. She felt everyone should love their body and treat it like a temple, and wished to be able to help heal temples that were in any stage of ruin.

It was so interesting to her how every person's body was different, yet every person's body was also really quite the same (with the one or two big obvious gender differences). When she was little, she'd wonder, how come we have two of these and one of those, why's this here and that there, why do they do what they do, until she grew up and told herself, there's no answer to those things; the answer is, 'cause that's just the way we were made, and that's that. At a certain point you just can't ask "why" anymore.

Her fascination with the human body went hand in hand with her fascination for basic nudity, many, many others' as well as her own. A great deal of her time growing up was spent either exercising or studying her own naked form in the mirror. Her parents weren't at all big on nudity—she had no idea where she'd gotten this offbeat characteristic from—so she had to lock her bedroom door and draw the curtains before she could shed her garments. She couldn't wait to grow up and get a place of her own so she could traverse each and every room fully naked, with absolute and total free rein.

One thing she really liked about the body was its eternal consistency—the fact that the human form had been identical since the dawn of mankind. It wasn't like fads, trends, styles and fashions that came and went. Oh, hairstyles changed, nails were painted and polished, perfumes enhanced one's scent, and many areas were tattooed and/or pierced, but everyone was basically born the same.

Her intrigue didn't only go skin deep. Skin was great, of course, and the largest organ humans boasted, but the inner systems were just as exciting to her physi-curious mind. Growing up, she could say something not nearly every kid could: that P.E. was her favorite subject. Other subjects in high school and college could come and go, but as for biology and phys-ed, when the teacher/professor would present the lectures, well, let it just be said that hardly any of her classmates would also whisper, "Wow!" in genuine awe, or scribble down notes so furiously fast smoke began to rise off the paper.

She didn't ace every single subject, but she was thrilled the first time she found out she got in major in her favorite thing in college. She'd been told that if she applied herself and tried hard enough, there was nothing she couldn't do—actually, those were the words of the guidance counselors who sent her on her way. She knew a bit better. She knew how stressful and challenging it was out there, especially in the medicinal arts, and that as much as she enjoyed her journey, it was going to be a lot of work. Fun work, but work.

But in and around the work, she managed to find time for friends, family and leisure activities. When a gaggle of her buddies or her parents took her out somewhere—anywhere—in public, her mental processes and her imagination kicked into overdrive. Say Bonnie should be walking down the street one day and cross paths with any other person, regardless of sex, age, race, ethnicity, anything, and exchange eye contact and a simple hello. On a regular one-on-one basis such as this, she'd scan a quick once-over of the individual in question, make an educated speculation of the person's entire naked body based on the percentage she could see, enjoy the image for a moment, and be on her merry way.

Unless she only met one or two people while out and about and then went straight home, she would have to snap a quick mental picture of the person's imagined naked form, enjoy it for a second, and move on. Although, depending on what kind of mood she was in, she might try it on fewer people in order to spend more time on the ones she did choose. The problem was, there were just so many! She found it a shame that at this point in time there were over seven billion people on the planet—not because she thought it overpopulated, but—because as much as she wanted to meet and perform this brief mental x-ray attempt on all of them—excluding children—not even a hypothetical worldwide travel tour could accomplish that feat. It was okay, she thought, she had more than enough to keep herself occupied just in her daily life. And should she still desire anything more? Hello Internet!

And as if there wasn't already sufficient visual intrigue for her prying eyes, this fascination of hers was doubled by the fact that she was bisexual. How amazing it was that should a friend point out an attractive specimen to her, boy or girl, she could weigh in and relate on the same level, guaranteed. Wow, she thought, I've got the best of both worlds here. She adored men, and she adored women, and so every day in public was a feast for the eyes. Granted, some days the feast was less sumptuous than others, but she normally caught sight of at least something rather appealing. She couldn't help being thankful she was single. She wouldn't automatically turn away the opportunity of a boyfriend or girlfriend, should it knock, but with such an array of fine dishes from which to choose, she'd have a hell of a time deciding. In any case, it sure was fun to peruse the menu!

Many in her circle, given that they knew her well, would be surprised and a little startled to learn that Bonnie liked to hop online and look for more than just the odd sample of (tasteful) pornography. It was a personal secret she concealed and guarded with her life. She didn't want to feel ashamed of it, but something in the connotation told her she was base, lascivious and crude for being drawn to it. But hey, she thought, she might as well live up to it: base, lascivious, crude—those were her initials. Bonnie Linn Cutler.

But her friends would find it downright laughable to be informed that ironically enough, Bonnie would insist she didn't watch the porn to become aroused or get herself off. That was not the purpose. Well, okay, she would have to admit, that was not the only purpose. But she also watched it to put her imagination to rest and just admire some raw, exposed, lovely bare human flesh. The distinction? Bonnie determined a lot could be told about a person by the way he or she treated his or her body.

Oh, she loved her own species so much. To her, humankind was the greatest gift to...well, to itself, on this planet. She wouldn't be gotten wrong, animals and nature were terrific on their own level, but nothing stacked up or held a proverbial candle to the wonder and affection she bore for another evolved human being. And she loved being bisexual. She was enamored of both penises and vaginas (or dicks and pussies, she called them in her more naughty moods), and felt it was too bad she only had one of them to play with. Yet she knew she also mustn't discount her boobies. Whether one had them or not, who didn't love boobies?

One day she got curious enough to look up and read about male masturbation. She just wanted to know what it was like to have a penis (and balls), and toy with it (them). To her surprise, lots and lots of other women seemed to share this particular enthrallment. They thoroughly enjoyed watching a man jerk himself off for them, and especially come. They described it a hundred different ways. Just as with her own self-loving activity, there were literally dozens of euphemisms for men masturbating. "Tickle the pickle" was the one that made her laugh out loud. After reading up on it, she located some videos of it and settled back to enjoy them.

And enjoy them she did. When the gentleman in question climaxed, she saw his face morph into a portrait of passionate intensity, and she almost—almost—fell in love with him just a little. And when she got to see that whitish, semi-transparent end result fire out of the urethra of his dick in repetitive spurts, like a lawn sprinkler, she couldn't explain it, but it was as if someone set her pussy on fire. My God, she thought...it was the normal ejaculatory outcome—pun intended—when men reached orgasm, of course, she knew that, but she wished she knew what exactly about it made her melt with scalding hot lust inside. Just nature, she had to assume. She wanted to slow down the frames and watch it in slow-motion. At her horniest, her pussy was like a hot wax-dripping candle, but she couldn't achieve such an extreme effect as that. That is SO damn awesome, her mind gushed. Men's bodies and dicks are sculpted so fantastically...damn it, I'm jealous; why can't I do that with something on my body?

Penises (or "willies," she also playfully called them, imitating the British) were cool to her just because they kept changing size and shape all the time. The very first time a guy undressed for her, and she saw a cock in person, as it sprang excitedly from his boxers into the air like a catapult, her only and gut reaction was a less than romantic but highly impressed, "Dude!" She wasn't crazy about the term or the idea of penis envy, but she thought she might have it a little.

Sometimes she thought she was a little more straight than bi...but that was certainly not to take anything away from the girls. Girls being intimate with others and with themselves was just as intoxicating. She loved them just as much—and so sometimes thought she was a little more gay than bi. Being truly bisexual, she found herself wondering surprisingly often how appropriate it would've been had she been born a hermaphrodite. She was biologically equipped to accommodate men, but she had no penis with which to please a woman and discover how it felt inside her. That part almost seemed a little unfair, but oh well, she thought. We can't have everything, and besides, I should feel lucky enough that I could theoretically fancy absolutely any person I meet in the entire world.

Bonnie was roughly 5'5", with light brown hair, honey-colored eyes, modest-sized breasts, and a frame not too slender and not too broad. She liked clothes and shopping for them, but she liked being able to let them fly more. She thought she had a pretty nice figure, and she did subscribe to the philosophy of, "If you've got it, flaunt it." It made her quite sad and a little angry that public displays of nudity were considered "indecent." A word that was right there in the name of the so-called crime, along with "exposure," and could lead to so much as arrest. How offensive, when she found the human body—ANY human body—such a beautiful thing.

Who made up that stupid rule? she thought indignantly. Babies aren't born wearing clothes, for God's sake! Women who give birth to them don't have any clothes "down there," no one considers that indecent! People in locker rooms are naked together, everyone's cool with that...what, do they think if we can see each other naked every day, we'll just all start boinking each other? That we just have no willpower? Unfortunately, as she thought about it, the answer to that question was probably affirmative (i.e., that's what enforcers thought would happen, not what would actually happen). And she could see some consequences there...all right, so maybe there was a reason. But then she remembered folks got around that by visiting nudist colonies. Hey, I'll have to check them out! Actually, she was surprised she hadn't already; they seemed right up her alley.

All this being noted, Bonnie's chosen career path was an understandable one. She amused herself considering becoming a obste-gyne, but she wanted to be able to treat men too. And she could see others being led to believe she was a degenerate for thinking the way she did, but she really wanted to heal people's maladies, not just cop a depraved peek at their vulnerable bodies. Right now in this stage of her life and career she called patients from the waiting room, took them down the hall, weighed them and monitored their blood pressure, which was fine; it was good interaction with them, and good experience in her chosen field as she slogged through her many, many years of medical school. So for now, she was content performing these pre-examination tasks.

Nonetheless, it didn't stop her from scanning her secret personal x-ray of them.

Bonnie didn't have any significant others or better halves, but she did go on about twice as many dates as a monosexual kid her age. She just hadn't found that one magical person who could light up her life yet. But she was in no hurry. Dating was a lot of fun, as was flirting, making out and harmlessly fooling around was even more fun, and her parents always advised her it was better to take her time, and not rush into anything drastically. But while she wasn't actively in a relationship, there was one particular classmate she had her eyes (often glued) on. It was a very, very handsome fellow named Steve, just a couple years older than she (on whom she secretly had an enormous crush). On the female end, there was a lovely lass named Jessica in another of her classes. Coincidentally, the subjects of these classes weren't exactly Bonnie's fortes—they were core courses students were required to take in order to graduate, regardless of major—and so she was thinking of asking one or both of them to tutor her, had they the time and inclination.

Hey...maybe they could both come over at the same time, she thought, entertaining herself. Then perhaps afterwards we cou—

WHOA—down, girl! she scolded herself. Sometimes her mind got carried away at the idea of more taboo erotic byplay, like threesomes. Yet at the same time, should it ever become a reality, she'd be at an advantage. Theoretically, if she could locate one more bisexual person—preferably another girl—she didn't imagine they'd have a boatload of trouble convincing a cute guy—or lesbian—to join them in a good old-fashioned American ménage. That was her speculation, at least; she couldn't know for sure.

Not in school, Bon-Bon, she thought, mentally waggling a chiding finger at herself. Keep it to ourselves until we get home.

The blessing, Bonnie considered it, of being able to like, be drawn and make love to both men and women shaped her into more of a sexually active person than she'd have guessed. She'd learned to masturbate with the help of magazines. Some of the publications for more mature readers dealt in rather spicy, secret material and featured pictures of some pretty attractive male and female eye candy—in their wrappers, of course. She vastly enjoyed turning page after page and undressing them with her eyes. Then when her imagination inevitably wore down, she went into her Dad's "secret" stash of girly rags, and after scoping enough visible and invisible flesh, her libido was tickled awake, and she got excited.

It wasn't hard to fall into her simple masturbatory regimen. She found a way to bend and fold the magazine and then prop it up so it stood upright on its own, then she scooted her tush up to the edge of her chair, spread her legs, licked her fingers—or didn't, depending on how much secretion had been generated—peeled her vagina open with her left hand, began gingerly rubbing herself with her right, worked herself up to the point of insertion, eased one finger in to whet her pussy's appetite, and then another when it craved still more. Her pussy was moderately tight, and she couldn't fit more than two fingers inside, but that was just fine; two was enough, if not more than enough. And her thumb was free to rock the metaphorical "girl in the boat."

By this time, her nipples were usually very erect, and she would start playing with her boobs at the same time with her left hand, if she hadn't been already. This meant that while her breasts were enjoying some attention now too, if she wanted a different piece of eye candy, she had to abandon her chest for a second to quickly flip the page and find the next savory treat.

She didn't want to use toys. She wore her wrist out sometimes, but there was no substitute for fundamental skin-on-skin contact for her. (Secretly, when she was younger, she did once "experiment" with a banana, but was just between her, herself and she.) She guessed she could grasp the concept of a plaything that simulated a penis; she could imagine getting really horny and her pussy potentially extending to what felt like seven inches, using a large artificial cock to press inside her and stretch out her cunt as much as it would go...must be pretty intense, she thought. Even so, given the hypothetical choice—and leaving ramifications out of the picture—she and her vagina would prefer a real penis. Again, nothing compared to the feel of pure human flesh on/in her.

She might've been a virgin at the age of 22, technically, but after educating herself on the finer points and the responsibilities of the act, the...ins and outs, as it were, she finally brought herself to a point where should she feel a true emotional connection with another person, man, woman, whichever, she would allow herself to become intimate with him/her, and vice versa.

It wasn't as if she'd engaged in no sexually-related activity whatsoever in her life. She'd gone on dates with both guys and girls, made out, let herself be stroked or fondled in her favorite sensitive spots, and performed a bit of stroking and fondling herself. She grew close and comfortable enough with a few to bare herself in front of them—with her fascination for the naked human form, and the beauty thereof, she would naturally feel a little more okay with this than perhaps would a more conventional individual.

Given all this about her, she figured it should come as little to no surprise that she had vivid, elaborate fantasies of exhibitionism. It was easy to understand that if she visited a nudist colony, the fantasies could be lived out, but honestly, as hot as the idea of public nudity struck her, an additional kink thrown into the mix multiplied her excitement tenfold. Much as she loved the thought of being outdoors, letting the breath of nature caress her bare skin, and as good as it felt to picture in her mind, being furthermore the only person who was naked, amid a gathering of fellow clothed human beings, sent an exponentially charged rush of arousal through her, and fired her up so smoking hot she couldn't describe it.
Bonnie began learning all this about herself right around the time she closed her second decade, coincidentally the same few months she started getting her personal arrangements in order and setting up the private living quarters she so desperately wanted. Her parents had a pool, so in the summertime most of her free time had been spent there. And on non-school nights she liked to stay up late, secretly waiting until they'd gone to bed, adjourn outside in her bathing suit, but then take it off, and skinny dip.

Oh, it felt so refreshing and free to her, to achieve the practically forbidden feeling of immersing the entirety of her skin beneath the clear, rippling surface, in the simultaneously cool and warm water, without the constraint of a bathing suit caging her breasts and pinching at her bush. She'd keep the bathing suit nearby just in case someone should come outside, but virtually never needed to panic and yank it back on herself. She loved to sink underwater, then lower her head, face up, float on her back and let her teenage boobs bob up and down over the surface. It was the most fun and also the biggest secret she kept as an adolescent. She felt sad about the pool among many other reasons when she moved out, though her parents still received a lot of visits from her from May through September. And if she got to be a doctor one day, she could definitely afford her own pool.

Prancing about her own home in her birthday suit was great fun itself, except when an unexpected visitor showed up at the door. The occasional neighbor or solicitor or census taker (or Witness) heard a lot of faint "Just a minute!"s and "I'll be right there!"s and "COMING!"s upon arrival. She thought about ordering pizza and accepting it in the flesh when it came, and the idea entertained her so much she started giggling uncontrollably. She thought it might give the delivery person quite a thrill—not that she was trying to be immodest—and maybe even make their day at the parlor when she ordered from then on. The drivers would fight over who got to deliver it, she thought, laughing. Oh, that sounded even more egoistic, but who cared. And she loved her medical office, but she couldn't help but wish she got to work from home so she could essentially earn money for being naked.

And that thought almost always led straight to considering a very different employment opportunity, involving an audience, a stage and a pole. But that was one vocational path down which she wouldn't be wandering. That too was fun to fantasize about, but even should she have the desire and the guts to try that, it wouldn't work out very well. She'd get too self-conscious, and then she'd get too aroused. The show would still probably be pret-ty entertaining one way or another, she pondered with a chuckle, but, eh...no.

The medical center office compensated her pretty decently, and Denmore was helping her along with grants and student loans, so as long as she kept up her diligence, it seemed she had nothing to worry about. Her home sort of resembled a standalone equivalent of a studio apartment, a little bigger, but roomy enough for her belongings and regular nude dancing around. Sometimes moving the span of twelve mere feet inside her house, she'd jeté and pirouette her way along, for no other reason than that she simply could.

Bonnie's neighborhood was a nice residential suburb, in the middle of a mess of streets running so straight and perfectly perpendicular to one another, a giant game of tic-tac-toe could be played on the dwellings. She was at the end of this block of her street, 800 Copper Drive, at the intersection of Copper Drive and Kit Kat Street. While she'd lived here a year and a half, it was a sizable block, and she didn't know a lot of her neighbors—not that she was a social wallflower, but most of her free time at home was spent doing something important and consequential like schoolwork, or something inane and frivolous like eating and sleeping. She kept meaning to meet them, but meaning to and actually doing it were two different things.

Bonnie'd been waiting for the merry, merry month of May for a while. Winter usually spilled over into April, i.e., spring's rightful territory, but even it knew it was time to go eventually. Literally since last May 1st, there was something Bonnie had been planning to do. Well, she hadn't exactly been planning it since then. One year ago today—she remembered because of the warmer May weather—the initial idea was planted in her mind. At the time she laughed, deeming it utterly ludicrous, and promptly dismissed it.

But when June, July and August arrived one by one and the idea kept bobbing up in her mind like a buoy, she thought it less silly. Why can't I stop thinking about it if it's such a dumb idea? she thought. September, October and November passed in succession, and her mindset shifted to, well, it's a little cold now, but not only does seems it so silly anymore, at this point I could actually almost see myself doing it. She spent chunks of December, January and February not only seriously considering it, but also adding little details and offshoots. By March it was almost impossible to get the idea off her mind. By April she had the entire plan mapped out.

The whole time at work, on this interminable Friday, she was anxious and excited. The doctor, RNs and other trainees noticed, but didn't think anything of it, choosing instead to presume, Oh, she's just having a good, happy day. At quitting time, she bid them a casual, matter-of-fact daily goodbye, ta-ta, sweet dreams, what have they, and she kept her cool all the way until she got in the car. And then she proceeded to drive home in exhilaration.

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May 1st, 9:12 p.m.

The sun was officially down.

Okay, she thought, taking quick breaths, her heart going like a drum solo. She stretched, made sure she had what she needed, and finally put on her sneakers. Recon is complete. Preparations are complete. Conditions are complete. The time...is...oh my God...

She inhaled and told herself to keep steady. The time is upon us.

She was getting more both stimulated and scared by the second. Her pulse was going like crazy. Different parts of her body were debating over the whole scheme. As if they were forming an elaborate dialogue.

Are you sure about this? her brain asked nervously (no pun intended).

She's sure! She's sure! insisted her pussy, which was basically in charge right now.

Of course she's sure! declared one of her boobs.

Yeah, we've been waiting for it all year! agreed the other.

I still just don't know, hesitated the brain. Maybe we should ask the heart.

HEY, leave me out of this; I just pump the blood. I don't weigh in on decisions like this.

HA! the breasts shouted at the brain.

That's right, we got'cha outnumbered, three to one, said the vagina. Legs! Ready?

Ready!

Feet! Ready?

Ready!

Everything else! All set?

Yup!!

But— the brain started to say.

It's a go! shouted the pussy. Let's do this!

There she had it; she was too sexually jacked up and excited to think about it. Her vagina was in charge. She blew out an eager breath, whispered, "Okay!" and headed to the door.

Carrying a total of five objects on her, she unlocked the door...slowly pulled it open...slipped between it and the screen door...pulled it closed...leaned down and locked it...slipped out from the screen door and let it silently close...took a long, thorough look around...and shaking like a leaf, took her first step out into the backyard...completely naked...except for her shoes and socks.

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May 1st, 9:19 p.m.

Her legs were quivering, almost as if about to give out under her. Her feet were frigid. Her hands were trembling as much as her legs. Her fingers felt numb. She ran towards the shadows, trying to warm up the two big blocks of ice in her shoes.

She had a folded-up blanket and a small mace spray in her hand in case of emergencies. And one other object, around her neck, to which her house key was chained. She took the last item, the flashlight, from inside the blanket and turned it on, then switched hands so her left hand was holding everything.

For obvious reasons, she said nothing out loud, letting the varied parts of her body continue their inner dialogue.

BRAIN: I knew this wasn't a good idea.

LEGS: We're starting to get scared too.

FEET: Ohhhh...God...and we have to do all the work! It's all up to us!

VAGINA: All right, STEADY, steady. We can do this.

HEART: Yeah, that's easy for you to say! You're not working a mile a minute to keep this up!

VAGINA: Hey, I'm orchestrating this whole deal, in case you forgot, ya twit.

BRAIN: Why the hell did you make us bring those stupid binoculars, ya twat?

VAGINA: Well, why the hell do you think??

BRAIN: Three words: this, is, sick.

VAGINA: Too damn bad; you brought it up, now I'm moist. Hand!

HAND: Coming...

The residences on the even-numbered side of Copper Drive had no fences around their backyards. Not a one, actually. The odd-numbered side's backyards had nothing but fences. Behind the houses on her side, from 800 all the way up to 830, ran a woody dirt path lined with trees. The trees were in full bloom, and would make good camouflage. There were no streetlights anywhere near. She only had to hope her footsteps didn't make too much noise.

VAGINA: See? What did I tell you? All we had to do was make it to the dirt trail. Now we're fine. Hand, back to position one.

HAND: Yes, ma'am...

BRAIN: Oh? And what if someone else happens to be on the trail? What then?

VAGINA: Hey, I was smart enough to make her bring the blanket, wasn't I? Besides, if anybody made us bring something unnecessary, it was you with that mace!

BRAIN: "Unnecessary"??

VAGINA: Yeah! Have you even been through this neighborhood? These people literally wouldn't hurt a fly!

BRAIN: What? How do you know? We haven't even met half the neighbors!

VAGINA: Vaginal intuition. Just go with me on this. Now keep a lookout!

BRAIN: Sigh. Whatever you say.

EARS: Gasp. Uh-oh...eyes??

EYES: CAR!

VAGINA: Move it!

FEET: YIKES!!

Fortunately, there wasn't a lot of traffic at night near this end of Kit Kat Street. But there was some. Bonnie took off and sprinted for sixty feet until she was behind 802. She'd gotten quite a rush already from that small chance of being spotted. She was still so frightened she thought she was going to pee herself.

Nevertheless, she was getting increasingly turned on. She'd had the nerve to go through with it, and she was actually streaking, for the first time in her life, through her own neighborhood. She couldn't believe it. She was terrified still, but her terror ironically brought the sexual desire forth. The only thing that could enhance the situation was streaking before a crowd of people with all their clothes on, which was an impossibility anywhere but in her mind. Her pussy was moist. She fingered it delicately and cautiously.

VAGINA: Oh, God, that felt good! Eyes! 802: lights?

EYES: Negative, ma'am.

VAGINA: That's okay, we've still got fourteen houses to go.

LEGS: Oh, stuff it!

FEET: Yeah! We're all scared to death out here, we're doing all the work, and all you can think about is perving on someone!

VAGINA: Hey, excuse the hell outta me if I actually needed to be outside for once in our life! Right, boobs? You with me?

BREASTS: Yeah...but we're nervous too.

NIPPLES: You can say that again. We're literally scared stiff.

VAGINA: All right, steady pace...eyes, stay peeled...

NOSE: Mmm...oh, gosh, those cherry blossoms are heavenly! I love spring!

VAGINA: Ah! There, finally a part of us that's getting into the spirit of it. This is supposed to be an adventure, remember? Aren't the rest of you excited?

STOMACH: I...I...guess maybe you're right...I'm a little queasy, but...I don't get to be out a lot either, and the air is nice...

EYES: We wish we'd brought a little more than just a flashlight...but otherwise...yeah, this isn't so bad.

EARS: Yeah, y'know, and we kinda like the crickets ourselves.

BRAIN: Just be careful one of 'em doesn't jump on us.

LEGS: AAAHH! Brain, why'd you have to go and say that??

EYES: Coming up on 804, ma'am.

VAGINA: Excellent! Lights?

EYES: Negative.

VAGINA: Really?!

EARS: Uh-oh!

VAGINA: What now??

Bonnie heard something alarming: rapid footsteps approaching, coming her way, and a human voice shouting, "C'mere! Here, girl!"

A high-pitched, repetitive barking accompanied the quick pawsteps. Oh, God, she thought with fright. Someone was walking their dog. She had to do something. She hadn't figured dog-walkers into her equation, but, here was exactly why she had the blanket, thank goodness. She dropped the flashlight and mace, hurriedly unfurled the blanket, whipped it around herself, grabbed the other two items back up again and dashed behind the nearest tree. If someone found her in this condition, she'd still have some explaining to do, but at least she'd avoid some real embarrassment.

Now that she could think, she was pretty sure that animal barking was a Chihuahua. She cringed, trying not to move a muscle.

"Hey, girl!" the owner said, laughing as he picked up the dog. "What's goin' on? What's gotten into you, ya goof?"

Good question! thought Bonnie, even though she knew he wasn't talking to her.

She couldn't help but laugh just a little to herself. This was almost exactly like a scene right out of The Little Mermaid, she thought, with only two differences. One, he wasn't interested in seeing what the dog was, thank goodness, and two, it might've made Ariel all lovey-dovey, but it didn't make her horny beyond belief.

At last, the dog and its owner were back on their way. Bonnie sighed in relief and slowly lifted the blanket back off herself. The light breeze tickled her all over. The sweet aroma of the buds and blossoms floated into her nostrils. She could hear birds chirping even at this late hour. The trees, as aforementioned, were in full bloom. Spring really was her favorite season. Only summer could rival its natural sensuality. Meanwhile, 806 too was completely dark.

VAGINA: For crying, out, LOUD! What's going on here?

BRAIN: Well, it is Friday night...lots of folks are out doing stuff.

VAGINA: Just our luck.

HEART: You know, vage, all you and clitty ever think about is sex, sex, sex.

CLITORIS: Um, DUH!! 'S kinda our job!

HEART: I know, but you're not the only part of this body with feelings and desires.

EYES: Wait a minute...wait a minute...we've got lights on in 808, ma'am!

VAGINA: Yes! Legs, feet, do your stuff!

BRAIN: This is ridiculous...what do you think you're gonna see? What are the chances people are doing anything besides watching TV right now? And even if they are having sex, who's gonna do it right in front of an open window?

VAGINA: Hey, you never know, wise girl. Besides, the voyeurism's just a bonus. The main thing is that we're out here naked. GOD, this is so hot...see, brain? You brought it up, again, and now we're horny. Again. Hand!

HAND: Be right there, ma'am.

Bonnie kept fondling herself approaching 808. Even if she didn't see anything with her own physical eyes, there was always her mind's eye. She could always just look through the binoculars and pretend. Her heart was still pounding like gangbusters. The novelty had long, long yet to wear off. She had to take a moment to digest the reality: outside, nude! Only footwear, and otherwise naked to the bone! And moving further and further away from her house. She must have been even braver than she thought.

BRAIN: Or stupider.

VAGINA: WILL you GIVE it a REST!! All right, are we in position?

EYES: Few more steps, ma'am. ...Aaaaaaand, stop.

VAGINA: Hand! Binoculars!

BRAIN: Oh, for crying out loud! This is depraved! I want nothing to do with this. I would say leave me out of it, but we can't really do that, now can we?

VAGINA: Pipe down. I'm in charge, remember? Eyes, anything?

EYES: Looks like...an elderly couple...sitting with their feet up...eating...something out of a bowl...and watching TV.

BRAIN: Y'know, it's the strangest thing with me: somehow, I never get tired of being right.

VAGINA: All right, all right, fine, moving on.

EYES: Looks like there might be something going on in 810, gotta get a little closer to s—

EARS: Wait a minute...wait a minute...is that a...

EYES: Oh no...

EARS: It is! It's a siren!

EYES: COP CAR!

BRAIN: Hit the dirt!!

Bonnie panicked and again threw herself behind a tree, on the ground in a ball. She tried to be as still as she could. All she could think about suddenly was the big strong police officer in that car, male or female, with the gun, the nightstick, the uniform, everything...coming to get li'l' ol' her. She and her naked body forced to submit to such a powerful authority figure...hands cuffed behind her back...unable to shield her chest and pussy...holy smoke. She was more aroused than she had ever been before in her life.

EYES: Good night nurse!

VAGINA: OH dear God, YES!! I'm soaking! And I—ooh, and we even got a little dirt on me.

BREASTS: We felt that too!...Gosh, what a rush!

BRAIN: Are you all insane??! Do you realize what could've happened to us just now?

VAGINA: Oh, God...

HEART: Be still, Bonnie's beating me...

EYES: Okay...okay...we think we're cool. It just turned the corner. It's gone now; we're good.

MOUTH: Gasp. Would it've killed us to bring a bottle of water??

LEGS: Well...what do we do now?

FEET: We're not even halfway up the block!

VAGINA: I...I need a release. I can't hold it back any longer.

BRAIN: Great...I suppose we're gonna have to sit here and rub one out.
VAGINA: Yes...hand?...Get down here. ImMEDiately.

Now blind with raging passion, Bonnie sat up against the tree, facing away from the houses. She was unable to believe how blatantly HOT she was. It was 74° outside, and she was sweating profusely. It was spreading to every part of her. She probably could have used another blanket or a towel or something to lie down and masturbate on. She hadn't thought of that. Oh well, she didn't care. Her pussy lips needed no digital foreplay; it was ready. She parted her legs, opened her drenched cunt and ground her fingers inside.

She wished more than anything right now she had laryngitis. It took every ounce of willpower she could muster not to shriek her song of vaginal joviality. She felt her fingers jolting doses of goodness through herself with every thrust. She strained, clenched, and even made the risky gesture of stamping her feet on the ground to expel the aggression that wasn't allowed out through her voice.

Whew...thank God this is a big tree!

She grimaced and cringed, trying to plunge yet deeper and reach her g-spot. Oh, this was rash. She could not guarantee remaining quiet if that billion-dollar g-spot got involved. But she didn't know when she might ever be able to experience this dimension of Pleasureland again. Oh, God...should I? She knew what her vagina's vote was, and she knew what her brain's vote was. Her heart was too busy smashing an eventual cavity through her chest to think. It looked like this time she'd have to break the tie herself.

Sorry, brain, she thought, clamping her left hand over her mouth, I can't pass this up.

YESSSS! exclaimed her rejoicing pussy victoriously. AND I WIN! HELL YESSSS!!

Her vocal chords were indeed activated by the magic g-spot, and she did everything she could to muffle and suppress them. She no longer cared what her legs and feet were doing. She was sweating her figurative ass off. Her pussy was ablaze, and she could swear there was some smoke rising from her breasts as well. She couldn't stand it anymore. The obligation to keep her trap shut and not let any sound escape was too much pressure. She had to have her release, and somehow keep silent.

It wasn't easy with the clinging, nagging reality of the situation interfering and disrupting her climax, but she managed to stave it off her mind and bring herself closer and closer to the edge every second. She just had to tell herself not to think about it, and just hope to God she could keep her voice under control.

Don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it don't think about it doOOOOHHHHHHHH!!

At last, the stupendous orgasm mercifully hit. She couldn't remember anything close to an orgasm, past or recent, that compared to this. The waves of flaming passion swallowed her, engulfed her, and rocked her, like a hurricane, one by one. She failed to discern if she was actually screaming right now or not, and what was more, she actually failed to care.

OKAY! Okay! That's...that's good! That's enough! her dizzy mind thought. No more now! Please! That's too much! No more!

She let it run its course, fizzle out like the fireworks show it indeed was, and her body surrendered.

Don't fall asleep, she warned herself, trying to bring her hand up to reach her face and smack it. Don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep don't fall asleep...

She forcefully raised her head off the ground to stay conscious. She had to blink about a hundred times, grab herself by the cheeks and vehemently shake her face. Who knew how long she'd be out if she did drop dead there on the ground. No, to say that falling asleep wasn't an option was an understatement. She wanted to grab the blanket and just throw it over herself so she could just take a nice long nap, but she...she just couldn't...couldn't...

Oh, dear.

And she thought her biggest problem would be keeping from screaming. She reached for the blanket to pull over herself.

Her eyes fluttered. Oh no, she thought. It's too powerful, I can't fight it. It knocked me out. It's not even wanting to or not wanting to at this point; I cannot stay awake. Oh, God, please don't let anything ha—...

Her head dropped back down to the ground.

***

May 1st, 11:22 p.m.

Bonnie! Bonnie, wake up! WAKE UP!

Her brain noticed she had fallen asleep. She awoke with a start. She had to look around to remind herself where she was and what was going on, and as she did, she panicked at first...but just briefly. She sat up and looked around. She didn't see anyone. She grabbed her flashlight and turned it on. No...nobody there. No creepy-crawly things in close proximity. She exhaled. Thank God.

BRAIN: I'd like a moment to just take stock here. We just fell asleep...outside...on the ground...bare naked...behind one of our neighbors' houses. WHAT is WRONG with this PICTURE?!

VAGINA: All right—

BRAIN: No, no, actually, a better question still: what's NOT wrong with this picture?!

VAGINA: All RIGHT—

BRAIN: Cunt, you pull another trick like that, we could be in real serious trouble, you know!

VAGINA: OKAY ALREADY!! Goddammit, so I lost control! Hey, if you were me, you'd know, it just happens. But you're not.

BRAIN: If I were you, Bonnie would be a drooling idiot! Look, can we just go home now, please?

VAGINA: But look how many more houses we still have left to go yet!

FEET: You're NOT serious, right?

LEGS: Oh, come on, give us a break! The girl just came, for God's sake! We're tired!

VAGINA: All right, all right, fine, we'll chillax a while. Lungs, deep breath. Diaphragm, out. Legs, stretch. Eyes, shut tight and blink. Fingers and toes, flex.

When she recovered enough energy, Bonnie rested her hand against the tree bark. She slowly pushed herself to her feet, brushed the dirt off herself and grabbed her aids. She could make out a few more lights on in the houses she hadn't passed yet, and she started walking further. She was still scared, but still really excited, and wasn't quite ready to call it a night yet. Or rather, her pussy wasn't quite ready to call it a night yet. She took it easy, letting her legs replenish.

Making her timid way down the latter two thirds of the street, more and more neighbors had gone to bed, but she saw a few night owls still awake, watching television, doing chores, light exercising, having a late-night snack, doing things she couldn't make out...

This was an extraordinary night for her. Life wasn't normally dull or uneventful, necessarily, but she'd certainly never done anything as wild as this. For just about one second, she thought, hey, maybe I could go nude skydiving! But that was simply a thought to tease her mind, never something she could actually seriously consider. But here in the cloak of the relative darkness, wandering through the trees, again, outside, stark naked, she felt so good, so free, so jazzed...so alive.

She was coming up on 826, which also looked completely dark. She only had two more houses to go.

Plink!

HAIR: What was that?

VAGINA: What was what?

HAIR: I just felt something.

Plop!

NOSE: I did too! Something wet just landed on me. Oh, geez, I hope that wasn't rain.

BRAIN: Well, it was either that or a bird.

NOSE: ...Oh geez, I hope that was rain!

BREASTS: Rain? That sounds fun!

EYES: Yeah, to you, maybe. You're don't have to stay open with hair and lashes invading your personal space while you're trying to see where the hell you're going!

ARMS: You're right as rain; it's rain.

CHEEKS: Ooh, it feels chilly and tingly!

MOUTH: Rain?? Thank God! I'm dry as a bone here!

HAIR: Oh, it's cold! I don't like rain!

SHOULDERS: We do! Move out of the way so we can feel it!

BACK: Ooh, it is cold! It tickles!

POSTERIOR: I kinda like it too...it makes me feel funny.

HAIR: Can't we go back home?

VAGINA: We will, we will, we're almost to the end of the block. Oh! I felt it. NICE. Fingers! You will get WET on this ride.

FINGERS: Again?? We just got do—...okay, fine.

BREASTS: Us too! Us too!

VAGINA: Hey, you two get some action when I say you get some action.

NIPPLES: Ooooh, it's picking up! That feels terrific!

HAIR: Oh, no!...

VAGINA: Eyes! Lights on 828?

EYES: No...and we don't think there're any on in 830 either. So shall we turn around and go home now?

VAGINA: Okay, okay already. Bon-Bon! About...face.

BRAIN: First smart thing you've said all night.

Bonnie turned around, held the mace in her mouth, put the flashlight under her arm, unfurled the blanket and draped it over her head like a hoodie. Her hair, ears and eyes breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't believe her pussy still wanted such attention after that explosive orgasm. My God, I feel like such a horn dog, she thought. I'm a stoat. I am a randy freaking stoat!

She started running home as fast as she could.

LEGS: Thi-i-i-i-is...su-u-u-u-u-u-u-ucks!

FEET: Hey, you think it sucks for you? Quit complaining! At least you get to be out! We're suffocating in here!

BLADDER: Um—

VAGINA: Hell yes! Wetter! Wetter!

BRAIN: Listen to me: You're. In. Sane.

BLADDER: Uh, va—

EYES: Well, finally we can make out what we're doing now anyway.

HAIR: Big deal. I still got all messed up.

BLADDER: Uh, excuse me please—

NOSE: You know what? I'm sorry, but I'm still having a great time! Now it smells all fresh and tropical out here! I think I'm Bonnie's favorite organ right now!

EARS: Yeah, us too; we've always loved the way rain sounds.

BLADDER: Y'know, if I could just get one word in here—

MOUTH: I've got mixed feelings about this. I don't prefer to drink rain, but we have no water, so, I don't totally mind.

SHOULDERS: Hey, could you get her to take the blanket off us? We still wanna feel the rain.

BLADDER: YO! VAGE!

BREASTS: God, how does this hurt and feel so good at the same time?!

LUNGS: Okay, okay, just SLOW DOWN! Please! Stop running so fast!

BLADDER: HEY!!

VAGINA: Wha—...oh, damn it, bladder, not now! Not now!

BLADDER: I've got news for you: NOW.

VAGINA: Oh, for cr—can't you hold it?

BLADDER: I know when I can hold it and when I can't. Now make her, take us, behind the frickin' tree.

VAGINA: Ugh...all right...you know, you've got some gall, bladder.

A little more than halfway back down the street, Bonnie dropped back behind the nearest tree, throwing heaving breaths, planted her feet apart and squatted. She saw the headlights of a car slowly pass by, and she shut her eyes, trying to be as still as possible. Thank goodness the sound of her answering nature's urgent call was completely inaudible in the rain. She silently exhaled in relief.

The most active parts of her were going crazy. Fulfilling this crazy fantasy heightened and intensified everything in her. Suddenly, out here, the brightest sights grew brighter. The sweetest scents became sweeter. Faint sounds were clear. Even the tasteless rain acquired a bit of a flavor. The raindrops sent chills through her. Her libido had powered up completely and was running at full throttle. Her heart was pumping pleasure through her every cell at a rate unprecedented prior to now. Everything she touched sizzled with a crackle of sensuality.

Click. She looked up to the back of previously dark 812.

EYES: Hey, the lights just went on in that house.

VAGINA: Yeah? See anything?

EYES: Looks like a...hang on. Okay, there we go. There's a guy just came inside.

VAGINA: Really?? Is he cute?

HEART: Hey, I'll handle this, thank you!... ...Is he cute?

EYES: He's...

...

VAGINA: Yes?? He's what?

EYES: No...way...

HEART: What?? No way what??

EYES: ...It's Steve!

BRAIN: Excuse me?

VAGINA: GET the hell outta here!!

BRAIN: Steve?...From our class, Steve?

HEART: ...I just stopped. I just skipped a beat and then totally stopped.

VAGINA: Don't toy with me, peepers! I'll make you roll right the hell back in Bonnie's head!

EYES: We swear, ma'am. We know Steve when we see him.

VAGINA: Holy smoke...uh-oh...that's not rain I'm feeling now...

BRAIN: Un-goddamn-believable! Is this really what we've been reduced to, a disgusting peeping tom??

EYES: Uhhh...brain, if you could remember what Steve looks like, we doubt you'd be complaining.

VAGINA: Well, is...is he alone? Is there anyone else there?

HEART: Excuse me, I've got this, thank you!... ...Uh...is he alone? Is there anyone else there?

EYES: All we can see is him by himself.

VAGINA: WOW...what's he doing?

EYES: We...we can't tell. He's standing behind a desk.

VAGINA: Well, what does it look like he's doing?

EYES: He's...oh, he's typing. He's on his computer.

VAGINA: Oh, really? I bet I know what he's doing...

HEART: Oh, come on, puss! Don't automatically go there! For all we know he's just checking his E-mail. Or randomly surfing.

VAGINA: Yeah, surfing for you-know-what!

BRAIN: COME on. I can't believe I've gone along with you all this far. Even if he was doing that, do you really think he'd just leave the lights on and the curtains wide open?

VAGINA: Hey, you never know; he could be like us.

BRAIN: You oughtta be downright ashamed of yourselves. How would you feel if he were...peeping...in on us, and...never mind, I already know the answer. God help the company I keep in this friggin' body.

VAGINA: Hey, you knock it off, or I'll make the girl so horny she'll lose her mind.

BRAIN: Way too late for that.

EYES: WHOA...

VAGINA: What? What??

EYES: UHHH...ma'am, we think you're right. He's getting undressed.

VAGINA: NO! Can you see him...y'know, down there?

EYES: Nnnnnot y—oh. He's sitting down.

BREASTS: Does he have a nice chest?

EYES: ...As much of it as we can see...

VAGINA: Well, well...is the desk totally blocking him?

EYES: Um...we don't think so...looks like we could see through the middle on the bottom...but we can't make it out from this angle.

VAGINA: Legs! Feet! That way! Start moving until we can get that angle right!

BRAIN: This is just so wrong, this is just SO WRONG...

EYES: Oh—stop! We can see now...oh, and he's got strong legs...

VAGINA: Damn...is he naked yet?

EYES: Uh...almost...he—wait, wait a minute! Yep, down they go, and there it is! We have nudity! We can see it!

VAGINA: YES! GOD, yes...is he touching himself?

EYES: Mmm, not yet. He's still typing.

VAGINA: Well, what's he waiting for?!

EYES: We think he's...oh, wait! He finished typing, and...yes, he's starting lightly rubbing himself now!

VAGINA: Oh hell, I'm gonna die...

HEART: I think I'm gonna melt...

MOUTH: Yeah, I'm just gonna water a little in the back, if that's cool...

NIPPLES: And, we're just gonna stand out a little for a better view...

BREASTS: We'll just kinda heave a bit.

VAGINA: Ha—

HAND: Yeah, yeah, I'm on my way...for the twentieth time...

HEART: Wow, I never knew we had such a high libido.

VAGINA: Not under normal circumstances, no...but we're still playing out our danger fantasy. So everything's taken up a few levels.

EYES: Shoot! CAR! Hide!

...

VAGINA: ...We clear?

EYES: Yyyyyyes. Car's gone. All right, and...oh! Oh! He's touching himself! He's stroking his cock!

HEART: Oh, how beautiful.

VAGINA: Stroking, how? Just, like, petting-stroking it, or really vigorously jerking it?

EYES: Uh...hmm. We dunno. It's in his hand, but...it's hard—er, difficult, to describe the technique.

BRAIN: What is he, crazy? Right in front of the window?

EYES: Well, it is kinda half-transparent...and the curtains aren't all the way wide open...just enough that we can see the good stuff.

VAGINA: Well, can you see what his face is doing?

EYES: Kinda, yeah...his eyes look...ooh, smoky and sultry...he's wincing...almost looks like his teeth are clenched...

VAGINA: I think he's jerking it. He's gotta be. He's watching some hot lovemaking on his computer screen, and just jerking it...

HEART: I'd prefer to think he's being all romantic-like, caressing it, smooth and soft and slow...but you're probably right.

EYES: Hang on...oh, we think he is! We can make out a little more quick movement now, and his face looks more intense too.

VAGINA: God Almighty...yes, Steve...yank that dick for us.

BRAIN: Don't you all think you're getting a little carried away here?

VAGINA: Hush. Can you see how hard it is? Or how big it is?

EYES: Mmm, not really...he's kinda—oh! Wait a sec...OH, crap.

VAGINA: What?

EYES: A girl just came in!

VAGINA: What?! Are you kidding?!

HEART: OH NO! He has a girlfriend?! Oh, I think I'm gonna cry!

BREASTS: Hey, don't get all broken. She might be bi too! It's a long shot, but anything's possible!

BRAIN: Busted. Oh well, she's gotta be pissed.

VAGINA: Now wait a minute, wait a minute...for all we know, that's his...sister, or something.
EYES: Mmm, we think she's his chick...looks like they're arguing.

VAGINA: Aw! You mean he's not jerking off anymore?

HEART: Oh, I hope she's not too mad...I hate when people fight.

EYES: Hold on, hold on...maybe they're not arguing.

VAGINA: What do you mean? What are they doing?

EYES: It looks like he's showing her what he's looking at...

...

VAGINA: ...Yeah??

EYES: I—...is she smiling?

BRAIN: Say WHAT now??

HEART: She likes it?

VAGINA: Oh my God...clit hardening...

BREASTS: What's she doing now??

EYES: ...Looks like she's...she's leaving.

VAGINA: Huh?

HEART: I hope she's not too angry with him.

EYES: Wait, wait...she's coming back. And she's...what the...?

VAGINA: What? What is it?

EYES: We...we think she's got a chair.

VAGINA: She's sitting with him? Oh my gosh, you mean they're gonna watch it together??

EYES: Maybe...sh—...what's she doing?...She's...she's facing him, and...

HEART: ...And he's facing her??

EYES: Um, actually, no...he's staying right where he is...and they're looking at the screen...

VAGINA: ...And...?

EYES: Oh my God.

VAGINA: What?

EYES: Are you kidding?

HEART: What??

EYES: Are you kidding us?

BREASTS: WHAT??!

EYES: Are you freaking KIDding us right now?!

VAGINA: EYES!

EYES: Sh—...she's jerking him off!

VAGINA: SHUT up!!...Is she...is she doing anything with the other hand? Is she tickling his balls? Or caressing his chest?

HEART: Oh my goodness, I'm fainting...I don't know whether to flutter or shatter.

VAGINA: What's she look like??

EYES: Uh, she's blonde...and hot...and blonde. And HOT.

HAND: Wow, I'm gonna be sore for days, but I don't care, it feels so good in here.

VAGINA: Oh God, You are divine, aren't You?

EYES: We...we are just—we're mesmerized. We can't look away!

FINGERS: You think that's bad? We might as well be sewn to Bonnie's pussy right now!

VAGINA: This is the most awesome thing that has ever happened to anybody, ever.

EYES: OH—oh, they're—they are, they're kissing!

HEART: Awwww...that makes me really sad and really happy at the same time...

BRAIN: You know what? I am, I'm just gonna head home, completely on my own. You guys have fun. Bye now.

VAGINA: Eyes! What house is this?? What's the address?

EYES: What? W—...we don't know!

VAGINA: What do you mean, you don't know?!

EYES: What do you mean, what do we mean?? We DON'T KNOW. The addresses are on the fronts of the houses, not the backs.

HEART: Well, we should be able to figure it out by counting the houses back home...I think. Right, brain?

...

HEART: ...Brain?

EYES: Brain??...

HEART: ...She's gone. Our brain's gone.

EYES: Oh dear, now we've gone and done it. We've officially lost our mind.

VAGINA: All right, don't freak. I'm sure if we just have another orgasm, she'll come back.

HEART: Y'know, vage, I would say you have a one-track mind, but it's not like that's big breaking news.

Bonnie rubbed herself vehemently again, watching Steve and his girlfriend inside. She tried to rub and thrust herself as hard and as fast as it looked like the girl was stroking his cock. She wished she didn't have to be peeping in on them to see this. A million questions were running through her mind in relation to their manual fornication. How soft was the girl's hand, how velvety or spongy was Steve's penis, how hard was it in her palm, was it throbbing, how intensely, was he close to coming, was she gonna come, would he stroke her after he was done...Bonnie sighed. It was a strange situation. She was watching the guy she really liked being jerked off and kissed by a super-hot girl, and on the one hand, she was really disappointed that he was taken, but on the other hand, she'd never be more turned on in her life. Being bisexual could be tricky, she thought.

The rain had tapered off considerably—in fact, it had lessened to only a light drizzle, but none of her body parts noticed. Her hand was wet and stained to the wrist. Small bubbles of bliss were forming and popping in her pussy. Her nipples were so hard, someone could have made engagement rings out of them. Her legs were getting sore again, so she shifted position, quickly spread out the blanket, sat down flat on her bottom and resumed her jilling off. Her heart was slamming through her chest. If she were to come watching this, she wasn't sure there'd be any recovery. She didn't know if she could ever proverbially go back home again, as it were.

She wished she had a dick and she could get someone to stroke it so she could feel what Steve was feeling. It was obvious from his face and the angle of his head the girl was making him lose it. Bonnie could almost hear him moaning. Yes, she thought she could recognize the signs from the demonstrative jerk-off videos she'd watched on her computer. Oh, she was dying for his hot come to fire out of his almost purple, pulsating cock. Please come, she mentally begged. Please come for me. Pretend it's me sitting there with you. She stifled a little giggle at how ludicrously immoral and perverted she was being, but she couldn't help it. It was...

EYES: ...Wait a minute.

VAGINA: W—...wh—...what?

EYES: ...Uh-oh.

HEART: What's the matter?

EYES: She just looked up.

HEART: GASP.

VAGINA: She saw us??

EYES: She's looking right at us!

VAGINA: Holy hell! RUN!!

Bonnie knew her movement would definitely give her away, but she'd already been caught. The mace and flashlight were wrapped in the blanket, so she grabbed up the whole thing, scrambled to her feet and raced home as fast as her sore legs would go.

EYES: Damn it! We shouldn't have pushed our luck!

HEART: Oh God, are we gonna be arrested?

VAGINA: Not if we get home and inside before they know what happened. Hopefully it was dark enough they didn't see everything.

EYES: Okay...let's not panic. They had a lamp on, but it was about fifty feet away. For all we know they thought we were a deer.

LEGS: Right...right...let's go with that.

VAGINA: Yeah. I don't think we're in huge trouble. If anything, I think we just confused them. I really don't think they're gonna call the cops or anything. At least, I sure hope not.

EYES: You don't think someone already saw us before and called them, do you? 'Cause we did see that one cop car go by.

VAGINA: I don't know...just get us back.

FEET: We're going as fast as we can!

EYES: There it is! We're home!

HEART: Thank God.

She zipped to her back door, leaned down, wedged the key in, shoved the door open, wrenched the key back out, shut it and locked it.

***

May 2nd, 1:07 a.m.

HEART: Oh my gosh...that was terrifying...absolutely terrifying...

HANDS: Look at us, we're shaking!

FEET: Our blood's ice-cold!

LEGS: And we're about to turn into Jell-O in five seconds.

VAGINA: For once, I can't argue with you. This doesn't happen too often to me, but I'm totally wiped. I couldn't make Bonnie come or even get her aroused right now if her life depended on it.

BRAIN: Well, well...I take it you all had quite an adventure?

VAGINA: Brain...I think I should apologize. As wildly aroused and soaking wet as I still am...you had a point. It was dangerous. Excitingly and erotically dangerous, but still dangerous.

BRAIN: Wellllll...I won't be vindictive and say, "I told you so"...even though I did. I'll just say I'm glad it's out of our system.

VAGINA: Yeah—do me a favor, would you? If I ever try to make us do something like that again, make Bonnie shove something in me to shut me up.

BRAIN: I'd be delighted. Well, if you all are back to your senses, listen up: we're taking a shower, and we're going straight to bed.

MOUTH: Can we please have a drink first?

STOMACH: And...maybe something to eat? Just a little snack? Little yummy in the ol' tummy?

MOUTH: Oh, yeah, that sounds good!

BRAIN: All right, all right, but that's it. You can have a glass of water and a banana. And put the banana in the mouth, hand, would you please? And actually eat it?

HAND: I promise.

MOUTH: So do I.

BRAIN: All right, one drink, one snack, one shower, and that's all! Lights out! That is, of course, as long as Her Highness The Vaginess has no objections to that?

VAGINA: Zzzzzzzz...

BRAIN: Ah. Good. Glad to see we've regained our sanity.

EYES: We don't think we're ever gonna be able to look at Steve the same way again.

HEART: Oh, I really, really, REALLY hope his girlfriend likes chicks too...she was really beautiful.

Bonnie grabbed a towel and wrapped her sneakers in it. She tossed her socks and the blanket in the washer. She took off the binoculars and detached the key. She put the mace and the flashlight back in their places. She got the banana and the water first, quickly downed them, and started up the shower.

Bonnie was beyond exhausted. On several levels. She smelled strongly like outside. It went without saying she'd spent virtually all of her energy. Even with that refreshing nap she'd taken behind that tree, she still only had enough stamina remaining to take a good, thorough shower, dry herself off, stagger into her room and collapse into bed for about eight...days.

The bittersweet feeling lingered in her mind that she knew Steve had a girlfriend—or someone who sat with him while he was porning it up, stroked his penis and made out with him. Her heart still ached, but, well...she really did like Steve, a lot, enough for his happiness to make her happy, whether it meant getting to be with him or not.

She still probably wouldn't be able to look at him the same way again, though.

Wow...but would things ever be the "same" with her, she wondered, as for the rest of the elements in her life?...Then her lips went up into a smile and she shivered with excitement again when she remembered: oh yeah...we can go find a nudist colony to check out!

OH my gosh, she thought as she slipped into the shelter of the hot water. That, was, AMAZING...beyond words...

...But I am NEVER doing that again. I promise, I swear, so help me, cross my heart, I am absolutely, positively, certainly, definitely, surely never ever ever ever ever EVER going to do anything like that...EVER...again.

...

...for a while.