Saturday Night School 3: Naked Departures

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by Jessica Tang Von Harper


  “Yeah, right.”

  “Like in ‘The Pink Envelope’. Do you know that movie?”

  “No… I haven’t seen that one.”

  “Kate Hudson. I forget the actor’s name. He’s handsome though.” Michelle looked up at the starry sky. “I used to fantasize that I would be showering in the girl’s locker room, and the fire alarm would go off. All the other girls would throw on clothes before they evacuated, but I’d panic and run out naked. The only one. Or I’d try to get dressed and a fireman would run in before I could, and yell at me that I need to leave immediately. So I would, I’d just run outside naked. Is that a weird fantasy?”

  Charlie glanced at Michelle’s nude body, and imagined a fireman leading her out to the parking lot, her body still wet and gleaming from the shower. “It’s a pretty hot idea,” he said truthfully.

  “I have a lot of weird fantasies like that,” Michelle said, encouraged by his response. “I have one where I’m at a fancy party and some crooks come in to do a robbery. They have guns and they tell everyone to put everything they have into a bag. Clothes and everything. They start with me, and make me take off all my clothes and put them in the bag. Then the police suddenly arrive, and the crooks run away with the bag, and the police chase them, and I’m left there, naked with all these people in fancy dresses and tuxedos.”

  “No one else takes off their clothes?”

  “No. Because the crooks start with me, so I’m the only one. And maybe the police take me aside and question me and make me identify the men who did it, but no one thinks to give me anything to wear.”

  “Or maybe they do think of it, but they decide they like the view instead.”

  “Maybe. But what can I do? When I ask if I can have my clothes back, they just say, ‘nuh-uh… it’s evidence!’ “

  “So does anyone help you? Or do all those rich people in their fancy clothes leave you naked the whole night?”

  “Oh, someone helps me eventually. It’s my fantasy, so I guess they leave me naked just long enough to be exciting.” She squeezed his arm. “Want to hear another?”

  “Sure.”

  “There’s a hypnotist who comes to the school to do a show. He asks for a volunteer… eek!” She froze, clutching Charlie’s arm tightly. It took a moment for him to see what she had seen: a man turning the corner ahead of them, walking a small Scottish terrier.

  Charlie looked closer. The man was short and stooped over, with a gray beard and a head of scraggly silver hair. He wore dark-rimmed glasses and a brown coat. Charlie didn’t recognize him.

  Michelle scrambled for the front of the hoodie, trying to pull it closed, but her left arm was hooked around Charlie’s arm, and when she tried to raise her right arm too quickly, her purse slipped off her right shoulder. She caught her purse on her elbow, but leaned to the side, causing the hoodie to fall open even more.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Charlie whispered to her. “He doesn’t know me. We’ll just go with our story, everything will be fine.”

  “Story? What story?” Michelle whispered back desperately.

  “Shh. Here he comes.” Charlie continued walking forward, and Michelle stayed with him, the hoodie still completely open, her naked body clearly visible. The man had definitely noticed. He gaped openly at Michelle as she approached. His glasses were apparently very effective at letting him see clearly at night, and his eyes were wide as he examined Michelle’s body. The terrier was too busy sniffing a shrub to notice them.

  “Hi!” Charlie greeted the man.

  The man hesitated for a moment, looking between them. “Hi…” he said in a gravelly voice.

  Charlie gestured at Michelle and shrugged apologetically. “We were at my house, thinking we had it all to ourselves for a few hours, but my parents came home unexpectedly. Katie here had to escape out the back before they could catch us, and she didn’t even have a chance to get dressed.”

  The man furrowed his brow, absorbing this story. He turned to Michelle, looking her up and down. “His folks don’t like ye?” he rumbled.

  “Oh, they hate me!” Michelle told the man earnestly. “I’m glad they didn’t catch me.” She gazed tragically at Charlie. “They think I’m not good enough for their son.”

  “Oh… that’s tough.” The man’s eyes dipped towards Michelle’s body, and she stood patiently while he studied her breasts. The man’s dog tugged vigorously at the leash, and the man looked down for a moment. He returned his eyes to Michelle. “Fruit bouquet,” he said.

  “What?”

  “You should send his parents a fruit bouquet. They got em now. They cuts up the fruit and makes ‘em look just like flowers.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “Everyone likes em. Fruit bouquets. I promise ye, it’ll make em like ye.”

  Michelle nodded. “Okay. I’ll try that.”

  “Good idea,” Charlie said.

  The man gazed at Michelle seriously. “Fruit bouquet. Better than bein’ thrown out bare ass, right?”

  “Right. Fruit bouquet. Got it.” Michelle waved her fingers. “Good night.”

  They walked away from the man. Charlie could tell that Michelle was struggling to hold back her laughter, and he reached over and squeezed her arm in warning. “Wait until we’re around the corner,” he muttered.

  “Oh my god!” she whispered back. “I can’t believe that just happened!” She covered her mouth, giggles escaping through her fingers.

  “He bought it,” Charlie growled. “He bought it and you’re going to blow it by laughing.”

  “I was naked right in front of him and all he could say was fruit bouquet! Oh my god!”

  “Just around the corner,” Charlie said. “Then you can laugh all you want.”

  “I’m sorry… I just… I can’t help it!” He could feel her body pressed against his side, shaking with silent laughter. “Getting caught… and then… and then that…”

  As they reached the corner, Charlie caught sight of Michelle’s car, sitting in the shadows of a willow tree’s dangling branches. It almost looked like she’d intentionally parked in the darkest spot on the street, a gap in the staggered coverage of the street lights. Charlie wondered if she had considered the possibility that she might be returning to her car naked when she selected her parking spot.

  “I’m sorry.” Michelle wiped a tear from her eye with the sleeve of the hoodie. “It’s just… my heart gets going so fast when someone sees me… and afterwards… I feel so energized… I just don’t know what to do with myself…”

  “He wasn’t shy about getting a look at your breasts, was he?” Charlie said, and she again dissolved into gales of laughter.

  “Oh my god! He was staring right at them! But what could I say? It’s not like I can say ‘eyes up here, buddy’, not when I look like this!” Her foot caught the edge of the sidewalk and she almost fell over. Charlie caught her around the waist, but if anything, her near fall only made her laugh harder.

  “Take a deep breath,” Charlie said to her. “People are going to hear you and think we’ve been drinking.”

  “I’m all right. Just let me…” She breathed in deeply, her breasts heaving. “I’m okay…” She reached into her purse and rummaged for her car keys.

  Charlie pulled her close and gently squeezed her breast. Michelle paused the hunt for her keys, closing her eyes and smiling. “Mmm,” she murmured. “That feels nice.”

  “I know why he was staring at these,” Charlie said as he fondled her. “You have a perfect pair.”

  “Thank you,” she said. “Ah, here they are.” She pulled out her car keys and pressed the button to unlock the car.

  Charlie turned her to face him and leaned down for a kiss. Michelle eagerly accepted the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck. Charlie continued to play with her breasts, stroking and flicking her hard nipples as they kissed. He reached between her legs and cupped her pussy, sliding a finger inside her. She was wet with the excit
ement of walking outside naked and bit her lower lip to keep from moaning as he pushed three fingers deep into her.

  Charlie broke the kiss and stepped away from her, although he kept his hand between her legs and continued stroking her pussy. Michelle leaned back against her car with her eyes closed, the pleasure clearly visible on her face. Fluttering eyelashes, mouth open, her bottom lip trembling. She lifted her right foot onto her tiptoes, separating her legs, giving him more access.

  “Just friends, right?” he murmured as his finger moved against her clit.

  “…what?”

  “At school. You told Cody we’re just friends?”

  “Ohh!”

  “I guess that means I can’t touch your pussy like this at school.” Charlie smiled. “I mean, I could… but Cody might get suspicious that we’re more than just friends, right?”

  “Oh, Charlie,” Michelle moaned softly, her eyes still closed. She gasped suddenly as his manipulations provoked a wave of ecstasy through her body. “Ohh… you can touch me if you want… at school… my pussy… ohh… I don’t care about Cody…”

  “I can?”

  “Anything, Charlie… anything you want…”

  She’s just really turned on, he thought. She’s just saying whatever comes into her mind. Maybe it turns her on to say it.

  Then he thought, I want to be inside her.

  He had just started to pull his zipper down when a door slammed off to their right. Someone leaving their house. Down the street, the headlights flashed on a parked car as someone unlocked it with their key fob. Michelle straightened and quickly pulled the hoodie closed. Charlie took his hands away from his zipper.

  “We keep getting interrupted.” He scowled. Now they could see a man walking to the parked car, a dim shadow barely visible in the distance.

  Michelle took slow, deep breaths, her legs now pressed tightly together. “It’s all right. I should go anyway.” She leaned forward and gave Charlie a quick kiss on the lips. “Can I have this hoodie?”

  “Sure,” he said. “You mean… to keep?”

  She just laughed and went around to the other side of her car. She pulled open the door. “Good night, Charlie.”

  “Good night,” he said. “Um… thanks for coming over.”

  She laughed again.

  ***

  When Charlie walked back into the kitchen, he found his mom still sitting at the table, with the two pieces of pie waiting untouched. She had brewed a pot of coffee, which she claimed she could drink at any hour without affecting her ability to fall asleep. The small kitchen TV was on, and she was watching some police show where two detectives were questioning someone.

  She looked up. “Oh, there you are. I thought you’d forgotten that I brought you dessert.”

  “Nah. Thanks.” He sat and took a bite of his pie. “Hey. Pretty good.” He nodded his approval.

  “I thought you’d like it. I’ll tell Ed. He brought it in.” She turned her attention back to the show.

  Charlie pretended to watch the show as well, but he couldn’t focus on it. His mind kept returning to Michelle. What a crazy day. Ambushed in the bathroom by Cody’s goon squad before the start of school. Talking to Ronni, telling her everything. Lunch with Michelle. His tires slashed at the end of the day. Then finally, Michelle again, naked in his house, making love to him in his bedroom.

  He still needed to tell Michelle that Ronni knew everything. Definitely a conversation he wasn’t looking forward to. Michelle wouldn’t be happy that he had shared her secrets. But if he didn’t warn Michelle and Ronni let it slip to Michelle that she knew, Michelle would feel completely betrayed.

  Mrs. Tucker stood to refill her coffee from the pot. She paused by the sink and leaned down to take a closer look at something. “Charlie?”

  “Yeah?”

  Mrs. Tucker lifted a glass from the sink. She pointed to a red splotch on the rim. “This looks like lipstick. What do you think?”

  “Ah.” Charlie grimaced inside.

  “Lipstick?”

  “Yeah. Probably.”

  “Did you have a girl over here tonight?”

  “Uh… yeah.”

  Mrs. Tucker set the glass back in the sink. She leaned back against the counter, her arms crossed in front of her. “Was it Ronni?”

  “No,” he said. “Michelle.”

  “Oh, so now there’s a Michelle.” She set the glass back in the sink. “Wasn’t it Ronni that you were taking to the prom?”

  “Yeah. I’m taking Ronni to the prom.”

  “So then… who’s Michelle?”

  “She’s… um… someone else.”

  “Someone else.” Mrs. Tucker pursed her lips. “Well, Charlie, I’d like to make a new rule. From now on, I don’t want any lady visitors in the house unless I’ve met them first. Okay?”

  “Okay.”

  She took a sip of her coffee. “I’m going to move to my chair in the living room. Want to finish watching the rest in there?”

  “No… I think I’m going to go upstairs.”

  “All right.”

  ***

  Charlie could still smell the scent of Michelle on his bed as he lay there, staring at the ceiling. He had her dress hidden under his bed, and thought about taking it out and looking at it. A new addition to his growing collection of Michelle’s discarded clothing. No underwear this time. She hadn’t bothered to wear any.

  Now she had his hoodie, officially making the flow of clothing a two-way street.

  He considered texting her, and even reached for his phone. He would write: “Just checking that you made it home ok.” It was a legitimate thing to say. Really, he just wanted to say something, anything, to get a text back from her.

  He started to type his message, but then remembered that her parents didn’t know she had come over to his house. He didn’t want to get her in trouble if they accidentally intercepted the text. He deleted the message, then let his arm fall to his side, the phone spilling from his fingers.

  The scent of her, lingering in the air. He breathed it in, remembered her on top of him, their bodies moving together. His penis swelled, swiftly growing as if eager to finally enjoy the second round of sex it had been expecting.

  He undid the front of his pants, letting his erection loose. He gripped it in his fingers, squeezing it. Slowly, he began to stroke himself, pretending it was Michelle’s pussy sliding up and down his shaft. His body reacted as he thought of her.

  He imagined walking with her at Greenholt Gardens. A Sunday afternoon, when the other visitors to the garden still wore their church clothes, but Michelle would be naked, of course; her body glowing in the warm sunlight, her dark hair cascading down her bare back. Standing together in front of a patchwork of flowers, his hand casually pressed against her ass as she admired the blooming colors. Standing behind her, hugging her, squeezing her breasts. At some point, they’d surrender to their passions, and fuck right there in the path, oblivious to the other people who walked back and forth around them…

  His fantasy became more and more lurid the closer he came to climaxing, and finally he reached that peak, gripping his cock tightly as a stream of cum launched onto his bare stomach. Charlie closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He pictured Michelle, lying naked in her bed, somewhere out there wherever she lived, a vibrator in her hand, getting herself off just as he did. He imagined both of them had been touching themselves at the same time, and maybe she climaxed just as he did. Maybe far apart but together they had finished what had been interrupted.

  Maybe now he would text her. “I was just thinking of you,” he would say.

  She would respond, “Did you cum a lot?”

  He would say, “Yes, a lot. What about you?”

  She would say, “Yes. You give me the most amazing orgasms. Even when you’re not here.”

  Ha! That would be an interesting conversation for her parents to find on her phone later.

  Charlie sat u
p on his bed and cleaned himself off. He glanced at his phone, but the screen was black. Maybe she wasn’t even home yet. He didn’t have any idea how far away she lived.

  He put on his bathrobe and went across the hall to take another shower. A long hot one. He needed time to think.

  He was standing under the shower head, letting the water massage his neck and shoulders, when he suddenly realized the answer to the Ronni/Michelle dilemma. A way to tell Michelle that Ronni knew about her nude adventures, without Michelle feeling betrayed. If he could just work out the details, it would be the perfect solution.

  It all depended on Ronni. If Ronni was sincere about being his friend and wanting to help him. And if he could just get her to buy into his plan.

  Charlie quickly finished his shower, and rushed back to his room in his bathrobe. He sat down at his desk and turned on the computer. For a moment, he stared at the blank document in front of him. Then he started to type.

  ***

  The next morning, Charlie stopped at Starbucks for a large coffee on the way to school. It had been a long night without much sleep, but he was happy with what he’d accomplished.

  He caught sight of Michelle in the hallway after home room. She walked with Vanessa and Tina, and at first he thought that she was wearing the same black hoodie she’d driven off with the night before, over a white boho dress. He almost stopped walking as he wondered what possible message she could be sending him by wearing his hoodie in front of the whole school.

  But as she came closer, he realized it was a smaller black jacket. It didn’t really even look like his hoodie.

  “Hi, Charlie,” she said as they passed each other.

  “Hi,” he said back. He wanted to show her what he’d worked on the night before, but definitely not in front of her friends. Anyways, he needed to talk to Ronni first.

 

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