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 Author: Ribeye98
Title: Thornwood Episode II - School Pride
Part: 37 of 44
Summary: Rachel's spiral of arousal and embarrassment continues with
school pride day.
Keywords: fsolo, mast, exhib, voy, humil, nc, mf, Mf, 1st, bd,
blackmail, toys, nosex
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   Rachel was confused and annoyed.
   **I didn't agree to a chore schedule.  Surely mom didn't intend for me
to do that.  And I suppose I'm supposed to get naked right there in the
laundry room?  Who does she take me for...Ellie?
   Ellie had no problem walking around her house in various states of
undress.  But this was not Rachel's own house.  Neither was it her family.
She walked to the laundry `room' which was little more than an indentation
on the way to the garage.  It was just around the corner from the living
room where Richard was watching TV.  She could even see the computer
sitting in the corner of the room.  At least there were no windows visible
from where she was standing.
   Rachel first opened the plastic shopping bag and pulled out her
nightgown.  She made sure it wasn't some torture device or a transparent
ghost gown before giving up her current shirt.  Once it passed initial
inspection she set it down to complete her `chore'.  She found the pile of
wet clothes sitting on top of the dryer.  After pushing the pile in and
starting the cycle she turned to the washer.  Here she hesitated for a
moment.  It was already full of water and clothes and awaiting her blouse.
   **Might as well get it over with.
   She shrugged her shirt off and into the machine and closed the door. 
The cycle started automatically.  She tried to ignore the wave of horniness
she felt from being naked and focus on the nightgown.  The one piece
article was skimpy but had more material than the last one.  It was black
with red trim.  The silky material was slippery and incredibly thin.  It
was definitely not a little girl's nightgown.  But after the restrictive
piece she had tried in the store Rachel was glad for something more
appropriate for her age.  Of course she would never normally wear something
like this around Richard and Eric.
   She gathered up the nightgown and was about to pull it over her head
when she heard Richard cough in the adjoining room.  She froze.  It would
drive him crazy to know she was standing right around the corner completely
naked.  Rachel's mind was screaming to get dressed but her body had other
suggestions.  It was risky to even entertain her body's urges outside the
privacy of her bedroom.  Then again her bedroom door was gone so privacy
was an illusion there anyway.
   Rachel felt her hormones surging to the surface.  Her naked body was
compelling her to step around the corner and show itself off to Richard. 
Her pulse quickened with the thrill of impending exposure.  She had to come
up with a compromise soon before her body took control.  The first thing
that came to mind was the new substitute `bate maneuver she had performed
in the fake bed at the department store.  Surely that would satiate her
body.  Rachel leaned against the wall with her legs spread.  She kept the
nightgown bunched around her arms in case someone approached and she had to
slip it on in a flash.
   With a sharp eye on the door she reached between her legs and initiated
a gentle but firm stroke on her pussy.  The relaxation attempt was working.
She felt her risky impulses start to wane as she worked over her lower
lips. Her nipples hardened; eager to join in the session.  Rachel knew
better than to accommodate them.  Even the slightest touch would reverse
the direction of she was headed and send her arousal spiraling out of
control.
   Even though Rachel couldn't touch her nipples she could study them. 
They were the same light pink color she had always known them to be, but
they had changed in other significant ways.  When she hit puberty, Rachel's
nipples were little more than nubbins sitting on her flat chest. 
Occasionally they got hard but the event barely registered through her
training bra.  Over time she learned that when she got aroused her nipples
would swell and poke out.  To pinch them was physically rewarding and also
convenient because they were so naturally accessible.
   The dynamic changed when her breasts developed.  Her docile nipples soon
had a place of prominence on which to thrive.  She found more and more
pleasure in them as she matured until they eventually became the primary
source of arousal on her body during masturbation.  To completely ignore
them now went against all her instinctive sensibilities.
   But Rachel's nipples had lately grown beyond mere nubbins and into
dangerous objects.  They had been barraged with a perpetual cycle of
arousal for days; forced to inflate and deflate repeatedly without orgasmic
release.  The constant exercise combined with the fresh air and lack of
restrictive clothing to result in a measurable increase in size.
   Even worse, the larger volume seemed to be filled with ultra-sensitive
nerve endings.  Every pinch triggered an explosion of overwhelming pleasure
throughout her body.  This was obviously the source of her embarrassing
audible outbursts.  In addition, the straining and pulling seemed to
inflate her breasts to ever greater bulk.  The larger her breasts swelled
the more prominent her nipples became and the cycle started all over again.
   Between regular glances toward the living room, Rachel kept looking down
at her chest.  She barely recognized that part of her body.  Even the
coloring on her mounds was different due to her recent outdoor activities.
Her bare breasts never received direct sunlight before this week.
   Even when she was young and just starting to develop boobs, she would
have been embarrassed for someone to see them.  But now that she exceeded
most girls her age in physical maturity she felt an added responsibility. A
nude tan alone was no big deal, but the sun wasn't the only thing to see
her bare breasts these past few days.  It was enough to make her doubt the
wisdom of so much recent exposure.
   Rachel tried to think back.  How had various people had reacted when
they saw her topless?  Coach Ron gave her a strange look at the car wash.
She recalled him staring directly at her boobs when he took the advertising
sign from her by the road.  But besides that single encounter he acted
professional around her.  Rachel wrote it off as an anomaly of
circumstance. He saw women naked all the time at his old job in
Switzerland. Surely her teenage rack barely registered on his scale.  She
moved on to other encounters.
   Ellie was a total exception in Rachel's mind.  Her family's relaxed
approach to nudity around the house made them poor gauges of propriety. 
Ellie's mom had mentioned something about dressing more modestly around
their house guests so there might have been something there.  Rachel
continued her pussy massage as she thought.  The reaction she had received
from Ellie's cousins was more disconcerting.  But they were horny teenage
boys.  They would probably be turned on by the udders on a cow.  They were
not a good standard either.
   Eric's mom saw Rachel's nudity as a practical matter.  Because she
viewed Rachel as a child, modesty was hardly important.  It was nothing for
her to ask Rachel to walk across the street naked when she returned Lily's
dress.  She had also provided Rachel with the sheer nightgown last
Thursday. Her philosophy was "enjoy being young while you can" and "don't
be in such a rush to grow up".  Rachel still had nagging doubts about
Eric's mom.  But she had been consistent in the way she acted toward Rachel
so far.
   If Eric's mom saw her as a child Eric's dad was another matter
completely.  Richard did not see a child when he looked at her.  Rachel
gazed into the living room again.  She had learned years ago that the
female body had a powerful effect on members of the opposite sex.  Richard
was a prime example of that effect.
   She rarely used her body to flirt or tease guys.  But on at least two
previous encounters she had intentionally flaunted her nudity in front of
Richard.  She wasn't seriously trying to seduce him.  But she had to admit
she got a rush from flexing her newfound power over men.  She had
misgivings on some level that her behavior wasn't right.  Why else would
she stand here in the hallway trying to assuage her hormones instead of
walking around the corner to Richard?  She felt like a child given a
dangerous toy but unwilling to give it up.
   **Am I being immature?
   She looked back down at her massive bulging mounds topped by perfectly
shaped pink caps.  They stuck straight out like magic without any support
needed.  Her rock hard nipples were pointing up just slightly and still
begging for attention.  Rachel almost caved in and touched them.  She had
the rack of a full grown woman with the elasticity of a teenager.  The
combination was a catalyst of incredible arousal both for her and others.
   **How can I expect people to keep their eyes off when I can barely keep
my own hands off?
   Rachel's massage session was winding down and she felt less impulsive
now.  Maybe she was over-analyzing it all.  When most people looked at her
they probably just saw a clumsy girl fretting over silliness.  She would be
forced to grow up eventually, but surely she could find a way to keep the
toy a little longer.
   If she could find a way to control the roller coaster ride of exposure
and arousal, she would be able to obtain a more balanced perspective.  The
first tool would be this new mini-bate.  She had mixed feelings about it.
Despite feeling relaxed and able to think more clearly afterward, the long
term ramifications were as yet unknown.
   The scary part was that her arousal never really went away.  It just
became more manageable.  Her nipples were still extremely engorged.  They
stuck out obscenely; betraying the arousal that churned beneath the
surface. They would settle down in time and the ache would go away.  But if
she were to touch them now she was likely to start screaming in ecstasy on
her way to an embarrassingly loud orgasm.
   **No!  A real `bate session is too dangerous.  Better to stick with
mini-bate sessions for now.
   With regular incremental relief Rachel figured she could keep her
nipples in check.  Being covered by real clothes for a while should help.
   Rachel wanted to experiment with the new powers her body possessed, but
she resolved to be more selective in wielding them.  The nightgown she was
holding was a good start.  It was skimpy but not transparent like the last
one.  She could wear it and have her fun in the evenings without being
forced to openly display her assets to Richard or Eric.  It would also
remove the temptation for her to touch her nipples directly.  Rachel was
happy with the compromise.
   However, Rachel had no idea her resolution wouldn't last 30 seconds
before being blown away by the next development.
   She smiled as she pulled the nightgown on over her head; oblivious to
the impending embarrassment.  The silky material easily slid down her arms
and onto her body.  Just as it was falling into place she was disrupted by
a loud noise behind her.  It sounded like an explosion.  And within moments
Rachel was back where she started...TO BE CONTINUED
  
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