Aquatic Nightmare

Ami Mizuno, called Ami by her friends. She loves reading, sandwiches, and is generally believed to be incredibly bashful and withdrawn.

Those who know her best know that there's a little more to her than that, though. She's also an unapologetic fangirl when she latches onto an obsession(see: the Starlights fan club), and knows more than she lets on about quite a few suggestive subjects.

Her bashful nature is no demeanor, though. She is very cagey about her interests, and quick to become flustered when they're brought out into the open.

Little wonder having her outfit compromised is the worst thing that could happen to her.

Ami is a girl of many interests, but if she's out in public, it's for one of a few reasons.

On this particular day, leading up to the most embarrassing string of events in her life, Ami was enjoying a peaceful afternoon at school.

It was free period, and a lovely afternoon. There were a few students in the classroom, but for the most part, it was largely empty.

Ami was leisurely seated at her desk by the window, immersed in a pleasant book.

She had meant to finish the chapter before the end of the period, but this wasn't to be.

Ami had finished up her page, when she cast a curious look up and over towards the door of the class.

She couldn't help but hear the echoing sound of the wailing alarm. It was quite jarring, more than enough to cause Ami to set her book down, reluctantly mark a page, and close it.

She watched the students in the room exchange perplexed looks, then slowly file out of the classroom.

Was it a drill? It didn't seem likely. Those were very rare, and usually scheduled well in advance. Ami looked outside the window. No smoke or signs of any alarm.

Still, better safe than sorry. She left her satchel lying on the desk and rose to her feet, slowly heading to peer out into the hallway.

Most of the students seemed to have already left the rooms and headed downstairs. Common protocol, really.

Ami could, of course, follow their lead... or she could just stay in the classroom and relax with her book until everyone came back.
She didn't think there was any cause for panic. She decided to make the most of it and return to her desk and focus on her studies.

Every would be back in a few minutes. There was no point in wasting the afternoon by heading outside without good reason.

It was probably just a prank.

Unfortunately, Ami soon had good cause to believe this was no mere hoax. Because when she looked up at a sudden sound, she realized...
This was no mere prank. The twitching sound from the ceiling was enough to instill that thought in the lone girl's mind.

When the sprinklers embedded in the ceiling kicked into action seconds later, Ami became sure of it.

Of all things, she moved to protect her book first. She threw herself over the desk and concealed it as the water sprayed the entire classroom.

Especially her. Was it just the room, or the entire building? She didn't know, but what Ami did know was that she was getting soaked.

By the time she managed to put her book away into safety beneath her desk, she stared up while wiping at her wet bangs, hoping the sprinklers would eventually turn off.

It took several minutes, and by the time Ami decided she had to get out of that rainy interior, she was halfway to the door when the sprinklers finally stopped.

She had been merely soaked before. By that time, Ami was thoroughly and completely drenched. Her uniform was an unwearable mess of wet cloth and dripping fabric. It looked just about ridiculous. Ami sighed as she wiped at her blouse, which did little real good.

There was still no one around, but at least there were no more sprinklers to drench her any further.

With that taken care of, Ami had but one thing on her mind. She needed to dry off.
A crazy thought came into her mind. A daring, bold, ridiculous thought... but a necessary one.

She had the room to herself, and was soaked from head to toe. Ami had to get the wet clothes off, or she was going to be sick.

If she knew nothing else from her medical studies, she could be sure of that. A quick look outside the window helped ease any lingering nervousness about the idea. It seemed like all the students were still gathered in the courtyard below.

So, no worry of getting caught. She just had to get it over with. She'd put the wet uniform over the window sill to dry, and get a coat from the nearby closet. The teacher was fond of lab activities, surely she had several on hand.

Ami took a quick look around, and did what needed to be done. She reached her fingers under the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head, tossing the drenched top onto her empty desk. Then she unhooked her skirt, and placed it there as well. Her shoes and socks hadn't made it through unscathed, they were just as immersed in water. They had to go too. She eased her feet out of each shoe, then balled up her petite socks and added them to the growing pile.

What came next, anyone with some sense would be nervous about. But her underclothes had been drenched as much as her uniform had been, if not more.

They especially had to go. Ami hesitated, then slowly undid the blue fabric of her bra and placed it over the top of her skirt... and lastly, her matching panties were tugged downward from her hips, and then every single bit of clothing had been left on her desk. There was a momentary shiver, not just from the boldness of her actions, but from her wet skin. She needed to get dry. But first she'd make sure her clothing would, too. She carefully positioned them along her desk so that they had equal exposure to the sun from the window.

It wouldn't be much, but even a few minutes would help the clothing be somewhat wearable rather than drowned in water.

Then... there was just the matter of a change of clothes. Ami walked to the closet, began to open it, only to find herself in need of a drastic change of plans.

Because just as Ami took hold of the handle to open the closet... she heard a door opening, and it certainly wasn't the one she was trying to open. That only left the classroom door behind her! Panicking, Ami quickly knelt down and hid behind the nearest desk, fearfully peeking out to see who had opened the door.

The good news was that her entire class hadn't come back. The bad news was that two other students that had apparently shared Ami's thoughts on staying inside had also decided to duck into her classroom! The two students, a boy and a girl, were giggling and barely keeping their hands off each other. Ami could barely believe how brash they were being, staying behind so they could make out in the school! Of course, she was thinking this after having stripped completely naked...

"Ken, you are so bad!" the girl said, doing her best to suppress a giggle. "Pulling the fire alarm like that, just so we could get some alone time."

"You know you love it, Rin." the boy said, wrapping his arms around the girl. "Besides, what's life if you don't live a little, right?"

Ami was torn between finding their interactions highly interesting, and desperately hoping they left the room as soon as possible. The last thing Ami needed was to be stuck hiding behind this desk while those two fooled around. Even worse, the longer those two were in the room, the more likely it was that one of them would notice Ami's uniform and underwear, clearly visible on her desk.

Just as Ami thought about the two ways this could get worse, the universe apparently saw fit to make one of these events befall her.

While the boy named Ken had his back to the room, his arms wrapped around his apparent girlfriend, Rin had a clear view of the room. As such, it didn't take long for her to notice that something wasn't quite right about the room she and her boyfriend had ducked into.

"Ken, what's that over there?" Rin asked, pointing over Ken's shoulder and towards Ami's desk.

"Hm?" Ken hummed, turning his head to look where Rin was pointing. As he noticed what she had pointed out, his eyes widened and he removed his arms from Rin's sides. "Holy crap. Is that what I think it is?"

Ami could only curse her own foolishness as the two intruders walked over to her desk, looking at her discarded clothing with intense curiosity. Ami then found herself blushing a deep crimson as Ken reached out and grabbed her discarded panties, holding the intimate piece of clothing out in front of him.

"Whoa." Ken said. "This is kinda hot..."

"Hey! I'm right here!" Rin said, irritated with her boyfriend's fascination with another woman's underwear.

"What? Oh, sorry, babe. It's just, I mean, they were just sitting there. What was I supposed to do?" Ken said defensively.

"Try to figure out what this stuff is doing here, duh?!"

"Well, there's not a lot to figure out." Ken said. "Clearly, someone else stayed behind after I pulled the alarm. Whoever she was, she decided to strip naked for some crazy reason. And, if her clothes are all here... Then that means whoever they belong to must be
here! The whole school's outside, and I sure didn't see a naked girl in the hall, did you?"

Ami felt her skin tingle.

Rin sighed. She knew her boyfriend was perverse, but this fantasy was just sick, even for him.

"Come on, no girl would be crazy enough to strip naked and stay in the classroom... she probably changed and left her stuff to dry, that's the only reasonable explanation for a girl's clothes being left on a desk."

Then Ami felt her muscles twitch involuntarily. That hadn't been very bright of her, had it...

"Well, I say she's here, so I say we should-..."

Then the boy was finally distracted from his ramblings. The only thing that could make him stop theorizing about a naked girl being in the class.

It was simply because he saw one.

"Well, hel-lo there." Ami felt her head tilt upward in slow motion, looking right at the smiling face of Ken, and the accusational face of Rin, who was staring daggers at her.

Ami paled, and curled up against the floor arms and legs folding around her to cover whatever she could. As little as that actually was, she was feeling like she could die right there and be relieved.

"H, hello-... I, I can expla-"

"See, Rin, I TOLD you." Ken was all smiles as he motioned to Ami.

Rin was obviously not pleased at all.

"You perverted wench!" She began to storm towards Ami, and the nude girl's eyes widened.

"I'm.. I'm not a pervert, I... I got all wet and-.."

"I BET YOU DID!" Rin rolled up her sleeves, and looked like she was out for blood.

"Rin, sweetie, down!" Ken moved between them and held up his hands. "Look, let's make the best of this."

"Y, yes... I swear I don't want any-..."

"Shh, girl, we get to make the decisions here." Any hope Ami had that the boy was out to help her plummeted as he smiled at her.

"What, what are you talking about?" Ami's voice was shaking, and Rin's was mildly amused.

"Yes, Ken, what ARE you talking about?"

"Well, miss 'wet' here wants to be naked. Let her. The best thing to do is obviously let her stay that way!"

"NO! No, no, no! You can't do that!" Ami cried, momentarily disregarding her modesty as she shot to her feet, trying to run for her clothes.

"Oh yes we can!" Rin said, quickly grabbing the frantic girl, wrapping her arms tightly around her waist to keep her still. "Go ahead, Ken. You do the honors."

The smile on Ken's face turned Ami's blood to ice. "Dear, you are just too kind. And, uh... think maybe you could hold onto her a little higher up?"

"Don't press your luck."

Ami could do nothing but watch as Ken happily gathered up her belongings, walking over to the classroom window. Looking out onto the courtyard, Ken's eyes lit up, and it didn't take long for Ami to realize why.

"Oh, shit. Everyone's still out there because of the fire alarm. When I toss these out, everyone's gonna notice!" Ken said, his voice dripping with glee.

Ami's face immediately lost all color. Being caught by these two was bad. Having her clothes tossed out the window was worse. Having the student body see her clothes tossed out the window, alerting them to the fact that someone in the school was naked? That was a nightmare.

Unfortunately for Ami, it was a nightmare come true as Ken happily began tossing her uniform, piece by piece, out of the room. First her jacket, then blouse, skirt, socks and shoes, bra, and then her panties. Or at least, she had figured her panties were next to go. But, when it came time to discard the last article, Ken stopped.

"You know, I'm not sure I wanna toss these out." Ken said, holding up Ami's panties to proudly display them. "In fact, I think I'm gonna let you keep them."

"You'll what?" Both Ami and Rin spoke in unison, both surprised for entirely different reasons.

"Right, it'd be cruel to leave a cute little thing like her roaming around naked, right Rin?"

Ami was clueless to that mischievous tell of Ken's, but Rin recognized it... and she smiled in perfect agreement.

"Oh, that would be too cruel! You better give them to her."

Rin lightly shoved Ami forward by the shoulders, and she felt some relief coming to her cheeks as Ken held them out.

They were just panties, but considering the alternative was nothing at all... Ami was not about to be picky.

Little did Ami suspect, she would have been better off without them, because while Rin suddenly held Ami's hands behind her, Ken used the underwear and swiftly reached around Ami's waist. With what almost seemed like practiced ease, began wrapping her panties around her wrists. Ami's heart began to race as she realized what was going on, feeling the fabric tighten around her dainty wrists as Ken manipulated the fabric. Before long, Ami's hands were tied tightly together behind her back!

"Wh-what?! You can't do this! How am I supposed to cover myself?!" Ami cried, wrenching free of Rin's grip.

Ken simply smiled at her lecherously. "You're not. That's the point."

"Serves you right, you little slag!" Rin chimed in, giving Ami a sharp swat against her backside.

Ami couldn't get a word in edgewise, or perhaps she simply could bring herself to speak at all, as Ken and Rin ushered her over to the classroom door.

"Now that we've had our fun, it's time for us to part ways." Ken said. "You'd better be careful out there, though. After all, your clothes going out the window probably got people talking, and they'll all be coming back in when they find out the fire alarm wasn't real."

Ami's heart was threatening to bounce right out of her chest at this point. They were just going to push her out into the hall like this? What was she supposed to do? Where was she supposed to go? What if she got caught?! All these fearful thoughts and more raced through Ami's mind as she was shoved out of the classroom and into the hallway proper. She heard the door slide shut behind her before a click signified the door being locked.

"Well, that got me all worked up..." came Ken's muffled voice from the other side of the door.

"OH! Ken~!"

That was all Ami needed to hear. Her stomach sinking, Ami desperately thought of where to go. First things first, she had to get her hands free. Where could she manage that? Then it dawned on her, there was a place she would certainly be able to free herself- the art supply room! There were some sharp implements that she could use to carefully free herself. Granted, this would ruin her panties in the process, but it would give her back her hands, and her panties weren't doing her any good at the moment anyway.

There was just one small problem with this plan.

Ami's school was not particularly large. Except, like most schools, classrooms and clubrooms were kept completely separate...so she was nowhere near her intended destination. She sighed deeply, trying to steady her rattled nerves, but that did little good, and only served to drive her predicament home as she witnessed her own exposed breasts rising and falling freely.

She shifted about on her bare feet restlessly, staring down the length of the hall to either side. There was no one in sight, but that wouldn't last for long.

The art room was a good bet, but was it her only one? While trying to free her wrists(which proved useless), Ami decided on her course of action.

The vulnerable girl steeled herself, and... froze up.

Ami couldn't do it. She didn't have the will or the courage to run through the school naked. There had to be a quicker, safer solution. She hated what she was about to do, but without the use of her hands, there was no choice. She lifted one foot off the ground, stretched out her leg, and slid the nearest classroom door open. Thankfully doing so didn't require the use of her hands, or she would have been in a world of trouble. Traditional entrances had their benefits.

She hurried through the opening, and once inside, she used her foot to kick the door shut, awkwardly fumbling with her hands to apply the makeshift lock to it.

She was safe. Only... she was still very much naked, and in quite the bind. Her eyes searched the classroom, hoping to find anything of use. Her hands might have been able to work the closet open... or maybe she could search the desks?

Whatever she chose, it had to be fast! She heard a sound that made her blood run cold.

The clamor of footsteps. Students were coming back!

Ami wasted no time. There was no time to search the closet, and she wasn't at all confident of her ability to open that with just her feet, or even from behind with her hands. That had ended badly last time. The desk was right there, Ami she could easily get the top open with a nudge from her foot!

"Okay... just, like last time..." She whispered to herself, straightened her body, and extended her leg, touching her toes to the desk and with a swift upward motion, kicked it open. Unfortunately, Ami had done the entirely wrong thing. Before she could get her leg down, the opening swiftly closed.

"AH!" Ami exclaimed in a pained reaction. The wooden desk had gone up... then right back down on her bare ankle.

"O, ow..." She whispered to herself with a barely repressed shudder. Her ankle was stuck, between the wooden container and the unyielding surface which had slammed down on it. Worse, it really stung... she could faintly make out signs of her skin turning red. That was nothing compared to the real problem, though.

Ami's leg was still in the air. Her parted thighs were facing the front door... and her bare rear was facing the back door, with nothing but her crossed hands, tied in a pair of her own panties, wedged between her own cheeks.

"...I... I have to get out of here..." She whispered to herself deliriously, trying not to think about the breeze against her exposed intimates. Someone would see everything! She couldn't even keep her thighs together like this, and her breasts were rising and falling in plain sight! Ami had to do something! She reacted in desperation, twisting her body frantically to either side. She had to pull her leg free, somehow...

The sharp pull of her leg paired with the twist of her body was enough. The desk came up just enough to let Ami's pinned ankle free... and leave her off balance. She cried out, felt gravity taking the natural effect, and she went down, hard, first on the exposed curves of her rear end, then her shoulders, leaving her gasping as she stared up at the ceiling, helplessly, "O, ow..." Her ankle was red... and now her back was sore all over... but she could move.

Ami's hands shifted beneath her, awkwardly pinned beneath her own cheeks... but she could still get up. There was soon a major problem, though.

Ami was still shaking as she pushed her palms down to the floor, forcing herself into a seated posture. Her legs were still against the ground, and she was nowhere near on her feet, but at least she wasn't lying on her back. She slowly adjusted her downed posture to draw her legs closer to her, slowly sitting upon her calves to finally get up, then... creeeek.

Ami's eyes widened with the agonizing realization that the door was opening. It seemed to unfold in slow motion. She felt her body fidgeting helplessly, trying to climb up, but it was all the more difficult without the use of her hands, not to mention how sore her legs were from the fall. Worse, she was sitting in plain sight between the two rows of desks!

There was no time to hide anywhere... at best, she would be able to move to scoot beneath a nearby desk, but she may as well have been hiding out in the open if she did that!

While Ami weighed her options from where she sat, she froze up at the realization of who was entering the class across from her.

Ami's eyes went wide. There were sounds of chatter filling the room, then the worst situation imaginable befell her.

Students began to file into the class.

She panicked, trying to scoot along the ground, or even get to her feet, but it was too late. The first students to head down the row turned towards the path, and the initial trio froze up, realizing what they were staring at.

A very naked girl, sitting on her folded legs, bared before them.

Ami began to sweat. This wasn't happening. This. WASN'T. Happening...

It was. She felt her thigh muscles tensing against one another, desperate to try and keep her nude intimates concealed, but with her thighs lacking even an inch of cover, it was obvious she was naked below the waist... and above it, too. Her breasts freely rose and fell before the sight of the gathered students, her nipples rising into plain sight. Worse, she felt them hardening from the cool air.

The students just stared, as if not knowing how to react to the naked girl sitting between the desks.

Ami stammered, frantic to explain herself.

"I, I... I, this is all an...a, acciden...."

Then more students filed in, and stunned voices began to break the silence.

"Who is that girl!?"
"Is she naked!?"
"She is, look!"
"Wow, she doesn't have on pants!"
"Or underwear!"

"AAH!" Ami yelled, and tugged at her wrists uselessly. She had to get away! She frantically squirmed, trying to get up... and gasped, the realization of her parting legs finally registering with her dizzied mind.

"Wow, I can even see her p-"
"N, no, please don't look at, NOO-!"


"AAAH!"
Ami awoke at her desk, gasping. She stared around, then looked out the window, catching her breath. She was sweating.

"A, a nightmare...?"

She replied to herself softly, staring downward in a panic. She was still dressed. Thank heaven.

What a nightmare. There was no way she'd ever do something like that, right?

Ami decided to get some fresh air. She went to leave the classroom, then as she opened it, a smiling boy produced a photo that made Ami's blood run cold.

It depicted a naked girl, sitting in a classroom, wearing nothing but her own underwear tied around her wrists.

And it was her.

Ken smiled, waving the photo in front of a pale Ami's face.

"Now, my dear, let's talk the details of this arrangement..."

[Fin~]