It would happen on the first Wednesday of the month, around afternoon time.  This was when the college sponsored a free lunch day.  A lot of people took advantage, because the buffet style of serving meant a student could study in the lunch room and eat for free for hours.  That’s why it would happen in the library, on the 4th floor in the study rooms.  This area was near empty on many days when I would come up here to study, partly because you needed to have so many credit hours under your belt to be given access to one of the locked study rooms.

	A key card would grant you access to one of the locked cubicles.  It was an optimistic security measure instituted with the assumption that students would want to use this floor quite frequently, but this was not the case in practice. This is why after a quick check, I confirmed that I had the entire floor to myself as always and likely would for some time.  I made my way to a room that I had chosen deliberately, with the honest intent of studying a bit for an upcoming physics exam before my fun. As time passed, however, I found myself unable to focus on my equations, my mind constantly drifting to my second purpose for being in this particular place at this particular time. I eventually closed my book, kicked off my shoes, stood up, and began to strip.

	First order of business was the removal of my red long-sleeve shirt, letting my long black hair fall around my shoulders.  My white button-up undershirt still kept me modest, for the moment. I folded my red top and placed it neatly on the desk before turning my attention to my blue jeans.  They fit snugly over my round bottom, but were ultimately removed without trouble, exposing my bare legs and white cotton panties.  I rubbed my thighs a bit, partly because of the air conditioning, but also because I did love feeling myself up in this room.  Gliding my fingers along my inner thighs in particular really drove home what I was doing here.  I deftly unbuttoned my undershirt, but took my time taking it off.  Looking down and seeing my modest B-cup breasts spill into view pushed my arousal further.  When the undershirt joined the pile of clothing on my desk, I stood there in just a pair of socks, my white cotton bra, and a matching pair of panties.  I hugged myself with glee, my little secret in the study room.

	I should add that these classes were very stressful.  I needed something to relieve the tension and as long as I stayed inside this room to feel naughty, it didn’t really hurt anyone, did it?  A familiar warmth between my legs grew stronger, and I began by touching the area gently, as I typically do.  But this time, I kept myself in check and went no further. That’s because this time was to be different in that I want to make a trip first.  So I put my shoes back on and readied myself.

	I gripped the key card in a finely trembling hand and slowly cracked the door.  Left and right and the coast looked clear, as it always did.  I slipped out of the room, slowly closing it behind me so as to avoid making any noise.  I spied my stairwell, just 10 feet away from my room and cautiously peeked through this door as well.  It was all clear again, so I gently closed this door behind my pantied butt and began ascending the steps to the roof.  Two sets of staircases brought me up one floor and to the door to the outside world.
I opened the door to the roof and peered out, the cool afternoon air crisp against my bare skin.  I was alone up here as well.  I closed the door and took in the wonder of the outside world with heightened senses.  The wind blew stronger up here with nothing to obstruct it, reminding me of its presence with a chilly caress in places that I enjoyed.  I walked to the edge of the building and peered over the knee-high concrete ledge, leaning on the 10-foot-high chain-link protection fence.  It held my weight easily and the crisscross of cold metal felt fantastic against my skin.  Down below I could spy lots of people going about their days, most far enough away that I could not make out any fine details.  The usual suspects from around campus: a couple holding hands on a bench, a lanky nerd with a stack of books making his way to his next class, pairs and trios of friends making their trips across campus together.  One thing that caught my eyes was a woman with a camera filming the azalea bushes.

	“If only she knew I was up here, I bet she’d be surprised to see this through her camera,” I mused.

	I began rounding the perimeter, taking in familiar landmarks in just my underwear on public grounds.  On west side of the roof, the science building loomed several hundred feet away, with a large asphalt lot behind it to accommodate commuter parking, which was always dreadful.  The cafeteria and football stadium were visible from the south side and the east side showed a distant view of the dorm rooms to which she belonged.  It was a very long walk to the library on foot, but it was definitely worth it today.  Leaning forward again into the fencing, I slipped a hand into my panties and reveled in more good sensations.

	“This was a really good idea,” I cooed as I gently massaged myself.

	Another gust of wind and I was beginning to get a bit too cold to continue this to completion.  I removed myself from the fence and made my way back to the door, a little less careful this time in checking for unwanted visitors before entering.  I made my way down the two flights of stairs to the floor below and opened the door to the library, barren of any other life as always.

	“I really could be naked in here and nobody would notice,” I chuckled to myself as I stood in the hallway barely dressed.  My nipples were poking eagerly into my bra, and my panties were beginning to show signs of moisture.  These to items were not really serving much as cover to begin with.  I took a quick look around again.  Still nobody, obviously.  I bit my lip, key card to safety in hand.  I hadn’t planned to go this far, but I did have a backup plan in case something happened.  I opened the door to my study room and sat down, mulling over my options in my lingerie.

	“This would probably be my best opportunity in a long time if I was going to do something like this,” I reasoned to nobody in particular.  “Nobody’s here, probably in nearly the whole library.  It would only be for a second and then I could run back down here and get dressed…”  The question tumbled in my mind over and over in my head.  “Be satisfied with what I did here, or try something really wild?”  The wild choice was inevitable because the more I thought about it without coming to a conclusion, the more I wanted to do something naughty. I gave myself a few more rubs under my panties, and made a snap decision to quickly strip off my bra, letting it fall where it may inside the room.  My panties soon followed, they were already rather wet and they didn’t conceal much anyway so off they went.  All I had on was my shoes and socks. I realized I never actually closed the door and yelped, reaching up to slam it shut, but stopped.  I was already doing it. The door was already open and I was already naked save for my footwear.  This sealed the deal and I walked myself out of the room, closing the door behind me.  Without my key card, I instantly realized.

	My heart sank to the pit of my stomach and I felt somehow tense and limp at the same time, as if I was physically kicked in the nethers.  I pulled on the door, it wouldn’t budge.

	A few more forceful tugs. “Oh fuck!” I cursed under my breath.  I quickly dove behind a metal book shelf, the cold sensations here feeling far less pleasant than the ones from the chain-link fence on the roof. I peered out with care to see nobody here, as always, but I knew that this wouldn’t last forever.  I ran back over and found myself trying once again to yank the door open, to no avail.  I was separated from everything important to me by an inch or so of wood and a lock.  Normally you get these doors opened by library staff, but that means going down to the first floor and having a talk with the librarian, sharing some personal information about your identity as a student to prove that you’re the owner of that room.

	Absolutely not happening, I was screwed.


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	Not quite knowing what else to do, but feeling very anxious being stark naked without recourse out in the library’s hallway, I ran out into the stairwell, not even bothering to check if someone was there.  There was this time, a girl around my age in her early 20’s, with short blond hair.  We both simply stood there dumbfounded for a few long moments.  I looked her over as she did the same to me.  She was sporting a yellow sweater and black pants, with black shoes.  I was sporting my birthday suit and not with the presence of mind to cover anything when we surprised each other in this unlikely meeting place.  You could cut the tension with a knife until her confused look brightened and she exclaimed, “Oh, you must be one of those streakers!”

	I stammered, unable to a single word out and just backing into a corner in the stairwell.  That’s when I noticed she had a video camera in her hand.  She noticed my glance and said, “Oh, this?  I was headed upstairs to get a few panoramic shots of the campus for a project.  I’m more interested in your story, though!”

	The nonchalant attitude in response to being ambushed by a naked woman really caught me off guard and I began blushing even brighter than before. “I-I-I… locked out…”  I really didn’t know what to say, so I decided to tell her the truth, mostly.

	“Locked out?  Of where?”

	“Th-the study…rooms… I got locked out of the study rooms where my clothes are.  I didn’t mean to be out here like this…”
Her affect changed as she frowned. “Sure, locked out I get,” I could hear the doubt in her voice, “but how do you get locked out of a study room naked without meaning to?”  Her camera was held down but the recording light was on.

	This was bad, I needed to leave now. “Look, I… I need to get back to the eastern dorms…!”  I was becoming more anxious by the second, and began stumbling past her down the stairs.

	“Wait, like that?”  She sounded incredulous, and was right to. “You sure must be brave, there, because you’re a 40-minute brisk walk from there, and you’re probably gonna get arrested unless you know something I don’t!”  I stopped dead in my tracks. She was right.
“Look, you can’t expect me to believe that you end up naked in the top floor of the library without having some hand in it.”  A long pause ensued where she simply stared and I just fidgeted.  A hand on her chin, she was clearly judging either the situation or my body, probably both. Finally, she broke the silence.  “Okay, I do think that either way you’re not in a good place right now to be like that, you could get in a lot of trouble and you look legit scared.  So I’m going to help you out here.”  My face brightened instantly.  “But!”  There was a catch of course.  “But, you need to help me out too.  My project is a documentary on the pressures of college and what they can do to people, and I am dangerously close to my deadlines for filming.  I need to get my footage to the editor tonight, like tonight tonight.”

	“What do you want me to do?” I asked with trepidation.

	“I want you to drop the act here.  It’s pretty clear you were streaking and I want to get footage and some dialogue with you about the details because I’ve got a feeling it’s related to college stress.  That and it makes for a really interesting story.  You’ll stay anonymous, I’ll blur out your face, no worries!  And the rest of the stuff you got hanging around if you want,” she said, waving her hand and arm at my nude body.  “It’s up to you and I know I’m sort of putting you on the spot here, but I’m sort of on the spot myself because my job is on the line here and we both know you’re never getting back to your dorms looking like that.  So, what do you say?”
Another silence, this time with her arm outstretched for a handshake, but making no effort to keep her eyes off my nude body.

	“…You’ll keep me totally anonymous?”

	“Yes absolutely, I’ll have it so that your voice is changed too if you want, but we can discuss those details later.”

	“…Fine, let’s do it.”  What other option did I have?

	“Fantastic!  My name’s Sophie, by the way.” She was still looking for that handshake.  After a second of thought, I removed my hand from between my legs and avoided the direction of her gaze.

	“Christine,” I finally said with our handshake.  That sealed the deal, I guess.

	“Alright, Christine, we’ll get to my car and I can drive you over to my place where I can get you some clothes and have that interview.  With a camera, I can make for a good distraction by volunteering people for interviews while you sneak past them.  I’m very good at getting people into lengthy conversations, which helps me with my job.”  I had to agree with her, I was initially hellbent on running from this girl with a video camera and now I’ve been locked in a conversation with her for several minutes in the buff.  Regretfully, I’ve even agreed to being filmed nude on campus.  I could probably trust her skills as a conversationalist.

	“Wait, could you not just drive to your house and get some clothes for me?” I asked.

	“Well I could but like I said, I need footage and if you’re sneaking behind people that I’m talking to, that will make for great filler.  Don’t look at me like that!  You’d be doing the same without me, I’m just making your journey safer and shorter.  And if you do get caught,” she pointed out, “I can probably get you out of trouble or at least distract them so you can make a break for it and we can meet up, like where it’s safe.”

	“Nowhere here is safe.”  I remarked.  My gaze softened a bit.  “I guess I need the help though.”

	“Alright, enough lollygagging.  We need to get you out of here, and I need to get some footage of a streaker!”

	“I-I’m not…” I stammered, the carefree assertion had me flustered.

	“Yeah yeah, say what you want.  Let’s go, Christine!” Before I could reply, she was already making her way down the steps of the stairwell.  A moment’s hesitation and I began following her, our shoes making echoes that only compounded my anxiety.

	The stairwell descended in right angles, a set of steps alternating with flat floor.  Large windows ran the length of the flat floors that bordered the rear face of the building.  Sophie paused at one of the windows to film the lawn outside and I stopped to watch the scene and plot a possible route to their goal.  The trademark azalea bushes that bordered most of the roads would provide near total cover if she were crouching, and complete cover if she needed to drop down on the ground, as unpleasant as that sounded in her undressed state.  But that would put her near more traveled areas, despite being a more direct route to the parking lot with Sophie’s car.  My heart sank when I saw that there was a considerable amount of commuters along the main road.  I would have to deal with more people now, though it was still better than dealing with rounding security in the building later in the evening.

	A bit of negative space in the greenery highlighted my translucent reflection and I looked myself over.  I had one hand on the stair handrail and the other cradling my bust on the climb down.  My breasts threatened to spill out of my arm, I wasn’t used to holding them like this instead of wearing clothes.  I was glistening a bit all over from the downright awkward conversation with Sophie and the trek down these staircases.  With one hand free by my side, my lower body was completely exposed in this moment, with my bare crotch on complete display in the window.  That area and my inner thighs were looking a bit shinier relative to the rest of my body from previously touching myself on the roof, and you could honestly tell if you took a close look.  I sat there mulling over how stupid it was to be so careless with my nudity, how I planned for everything but the most likely issues.  I was starting to get a bit down on myself when I noticed a mechanical shine in the window’s reflection and looked to my left to see Sophie kneeled down and training her camera right at my crotch!

	I yelped and stumbled back a few steps, throwing my other arm to protect my crotch from the camera’s lens.  “H-hey, what the fuck!?” I exclaimed.  How long had she been doing that?

	“I knew it, you’re totally wet down there, Christine!”

	I didn’t say anything right away, because I didn’t really know what to say, but Sophie continued on.

	“Look, what you were doing is your business and we’re gonna get you to safety, but don’t pretend that you weren’t enjoying it,” she said, with the same sort of mirth I sensed when I first encountered her upstairs.

	I could feel my face burning red.  I stood there in silence and looked down and away towards the window to my right.

	Come on, let’s get down to the exit,” Sophie said and lowered her camera before leading the way further downstairs. I noticed the red light indicating that the camera was recording never turned off, and made note of that.  Even while trotting down the stairs, it was clear this girl did not want to miss a thing. “…You know, you should really have a spare set of clothes somewhere for this sort of situation. That was kind of short-sighted.”


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	I didn’t bother trying to explain how I did have a contingency, but I did strongly contemplate parting ways and finding my own way to my dorm room instead of this.  I didn’t particularly like the proposition of going from being nude outside on campus to being FILMED nude outside on campus, and I felt like I was being taken advantage of in this situation.  But the route to Sophie’s car was roughly a fraction as long as the route to my dorms on the other side of campus.  I had her help here, and I really didn’t even have a key to my dorm rooms.  I’d have to ask someone I knew and hope that I could live with the reputation for the rest of my college days.  Sticking with Sophie was the better of the two options and I trailed behind her, avoiding eye contact in favor of keeping my eyes on her recording device.
We reached the bottom of the stairwell and Sophie cracked the door, peeking out into the public.  The breeze that rushed in was cooler than the ambient temperature of the stairwell and I reflexively shivered a bit.  Sophie took stock of the situation before closing the door, turning to me.  I shifted my stance a bit uncomfortably.  Even without the camera trained, I was still naked 5 feet from this fully clothed stranger, even if she was helping me.

	“Well, the bad news is that there are a good few people out here.  The good news is that I have an idea.  I’ll distract the masses and you can make a quiet mad dash down the hedge towards the building down the road.  I’m pretty sure it’s closed right now, and that puts us halfway to the parking lot.  You could just run it without the diversion if you want to, though,” Sophie added with a small giggle.  She was treating this more like a game and less like my risking a possible expulsion or criminal charges if I was caught.

	“Not happening…”

	“Suit yourself, girl.  Wait on my signal, okay?”  I simply nodded.  Sophie smiled, readied her camera pointed at me, and then with a sudden flourish, threw the door wide open to the public.

	Cold air and natural light rushed into the room.  I gasped and again stumbled back, my heel catching the bottom of the stairs.  My arms reflexively flew back behind me to catch myself and I found myself sitting nude, legs spread on a set of stairs with good natural lighting for the camera.  That must have been a good shot.  As I moved to cover myself, Sophie repeated, “Wait on my signal, nudie,” and with a playful wave she was gone.  I again blushed fiercely at the nickname and sat covered for a second or two, before putting together that I was exposed to the outside world.  I quickly moved to the wall next to the door and reached out to close it, breathing hard.  I really couldn’t trust her, but she was still the best help I had.

	After catching my breath, I cracked the door open and thankfully didn’t see anyone looking my way.  I scanned the area and there were around 30 people lingering at the rear entrance of the library, with sparse others calmly traveling to and from on the main road.  I couldn’t think of anything Sophie could do to distract people in a way that would keep a totally undressed girl from being noticed sneaking around in broad daylight.  Then I saw her and my eyes went wide.  Sophie began undressing herself.

	She had put her camera down on a stone ledge out in the open, looked around for a second, and pulled her sweater over her head, revealing a pink lacy bra underneath.  She climbed up on the chest-high ledge and sat down, a few heads above anyone else, and readied her camera.  It didn’t take long for people to take notice.  Soon, she had the entire area in rapt attention, talking with others about some unknown subject. She panned her camera a bit, but kept it focused such that I was always in the view of the lens.  I stepped out into the open a bit to get a better view, the door opening outward and providing me with minimal cover from one side.  I was stymied, and I stood there slack-jawed, hands by my sides as I watched Sophie handle this attention effortlessly.    A chill gust of wind bit at my nether regions and reminded me to cover myself as I stood.

	Eventually, Sophie locked eyes with me briefly and tilted her head to the side, which I interpreted as the signal.  I began making my way to the hedges, my heart still pounding like a drum despite nobody paying me the slightest of attention.  Without really looking back, I made my way down the path half-crouched, making slow progress along the tall azalea hedges that bordered the main road.  The stance I had to adopt made it very difficult to cradle my breasts and I was acutely aware of how they hung free of any support while I tried to make expedient progress.  Twice I was nearly caught by a passerby due to the obstructed view of my cover, needing to squat down so low that my hard nipples touched the cold grass, brushing against the cold turf and making me wince.

	I eventually made it to the building Sophie pointed out, an old recreation center that would be repurposed in the coming months but currently as good as abandoned.  I ducked down in an alcove, looking back at the library where a smaller, more dispersed crowd remained.  Sophie was leisurely walking over, her camera trained on the hedges and trees. I flagged her over hurriedly.  Standing against the wall, I held my breasts in my arms, acutely aware of how my nipples were standing erect underneath their cover.

	“So what did you say?” I asked with some real curiosity.

	“I offered to let them interview a victim of abuse, and made a social activism thing out of it,” she said as matter-of-factly as if someone asked her the time of day.  Pretty manipulative, but I couldn’t argue with results.

	“So, where do we go from here?”  I hadn’t bothered looking farther than my immediate surroundings, focusing on keeping myself out of sight.

	“Well, it’s not a long streak from here to my car, so you can just hoof it.”  Sophie was seriously suggesting this again?

	“No, no, no,” I responded.  My arms crossed square over my midriff and I shaking my head defiantly.  “Look, I’m not a streaker, okay?”

	“But you were streaking, weren’t you?  Be honest with me here, because it’s pretty obvious you were turned on, girl.”

	I held my tongue for a bit before finally saying, “Fine, yes, I did sort of mean to be naked in the library.  But I knew that it was dead empty at the time and I could get away with it without being seen, so it’s not like I was trying to do this in front of someone, or anything.”

	“But you did mean to do it.  To be totally exposed, and in a naughty place where you shouldn’t even be to begin with, much less in the nude.”

	Sophie really was good at her job.  I had spilled the beans, and my blush returned with renewed heat.  But more worrisome, the topic of conversation caused a feeling of renewed warmth between my legs.  That was welcome in its own way since it was so cold out here, but I needed to change the subject. This wasn’t a good time or place for these feelings.

	“...Hey, can I have your sweater?  I am legit freezing out here, and you don’t seem to mind, you know, not having it.”

	“Not a chance, nudie.  It sort of defeats the purpose if a… streaker-in-training wears clothes, right?  You’re already sort of cheating with those shoes on but I’ll allow it.”

	I didn’t have high hopes anyway.

	“Besides, if you were wearing a top, I couldn’t see those cute nipples poking out at me, honey.”  I looked down and saw that I had stopped covering my intimates entirely during the conversation.  My breasts sat plainly in the open with my hard nipples jutting out like little pink knife-tips. Again, Sophie had the camera trained on my slick womanhood.  I quickly hid my important bits from the camera, but at this point she had so much footage already that it didn’t seem worth the effort.  “…Oh, fuck it,” I muttered, and reluctantly lowered my hands back down, standing with my privates exposed to Sophie.

	“That’s the spirit!” she cheered.

	“Shhh shhh shhh!” I attempted to quiet her down, before asking, ”Alright, how are we getting to the car then?”

	Like I said, you’ll make a mad dash in the buff, nudie.  She held firm on this.

	“Stop calling me ‘nudie,’ and no, I’m not making a ‘dash in the buff’ all the way into the parking lot, sorry.”  I didn’t feel like I could hold nearly as firm but I was not in love with the idea.

	“Fine fine, I’ll bring the car down the road to the front near the entrance to the biology building, and you make the dash there.  That’s like half the distance, I don’t know why I’m being so kind here.”

	“You’re supposed to be helping me here.” I said dejectedly.  This was probably happening.

	“Yeah but like I said, I’m helping me too.  I’ve got filler but I need a really good shot of you running through a nice, crowded area.  A true crescendo and it’s gotta be full-frontal too.”

	“I-I don’t know if I can do that…”  This seemed insane.

	“You can cover your face if it makes you feel any better.  Nobody is going to recognize your nude body, just rip the band-aid off and do something really wild.  It’ll be faster this way anyway, so less time for you to get caught in a really bad situation.”  It was hard to think of a worse situation, but anything involving a criminal record did come to mind. "You can deny it all you want, but for however long you've been doing this, you've been inching towards doing something big.  I'm giving you a ride out of here and help in case it all goes south,"

	I couldn't believe she was convincing me, but it did make some sense.  I never thought in a million years that I would try to streak the rooftop of the library when I first began undressing while I studied to relieve stress.

	"Alright fine, you might have a point. But you better be there, or I’ll never forgive you!” It was Sophie shushing me this time.


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	I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I was having trouble believing any of this had happened today, and I was there for it all. My “final challenge,” as Sophie called it. My instructions were simple: wait 15 minutes, then make a run for it.  She even let me borrow her watch, but told me I wasn’t allowed to wear it. I had moved from my old hiding place to a large bush just to the side of the building to get a better scope. To my dismay, I saw even more people than were at the library, with more thru traffic than before.  This was around time for switching classes, and many students were coming and going.  I knew that if I hung around behind this bush long enough, some student taking a strange path to class was going to see me.  That and I didn’t know how long my ride was going to wait around.  I checked the watch. It was time.

	I took a deep breath, held my hand over my face, and began sprinting madly to my goal.  I was noticed quickly and people were reacting to my presence in various unpleasant ways.  My feet carried my naked body across the open lawn and around to the side of the building, where despite my growing public presence, I afforded myself a moment to check around the corner.  It wasn’t there.  It was a green sedan and it wasn’t there.  I didn’t know what to do, I looked around and people were all looking at me.  I was frozen in place, then saw a guy digging into his pocket for something and I took off sprinting around the back.  There was a greenhouse section that I rounded the corner to, trying to break line of sight of those who had already seen me.  My body pressed against the glass, I turned around.  A tour of the plant-life came to a screeching halt when my nudity became apparent in the clear glass.  I saw words being mouthed, and I knew that the azalea saplings on the floor inside did not block one bit of their view.  More people with camera phones, some already had them out at the time.  I kept running with my head low and my hand in front of my face, rounding the corner to the other side of the building, where I collided full-sprint with a female student who was preoccupied with her own smart phone.

	We forcibly entangled and tumbled to the ground haphazardly. My left breast had entered her mouth and was threatening to suffocate her. This alone would simply have been very awkward, and I was far past caring about awkward today, but much worse was how my vagina hit and then stayed in contact with her knee during the fall, pushing it up into a bent position where it came to a sudden stop with the rest of her when she hit the ground, effectively driving it into my most sensitive place at sprinting speeds and causing me the most will-shattering pain I’ve ever felt.  I doubled over on the ground, my vision blurry, while the girl lay on the ground wondering what hit her.  Both my hands shot down to protect from further damage, my breasts pressed into the grass and dirt. I laid like that for a good ten or so seconds recovering my strength.  Pure adrenaline drove me to my hands and knees, and I breathed hard for a bit longer while she gathered her discarded phone.  From behind I heard the girl go “oh my god,” no doubt taking in the view of my still-aching crotch while I was bent over with my legs spread and my ass in the air.

	I knew it was time to go.  I stumbled up to my feet, falling and rolling over once from the pain and dizziness, and tried to regain some speed, running like I had just been bucked by a horse in the worst way possible.  Frantically scanning the front of the building, I saw it.  It was there now, pulling into the driveway.  The blue sedan that would carry me away from all this.  Trying hard to still cover my face, I sauntered past some students and made a bee-line for the vehicle.  I practically dove for the passenger door and flung it open, jumping in and slamming it shut.  Eyes closed, head tilted back, I breathed heavy and fast but I was finally safe.  Thank God it was over.
“Um… who are you?”

	I turned my head and opened my eyes.  I did not see Sophie. This was some other woman in her late 20’s, more professionally dressed.  I stared at her face and she stared at my naked body.  The wrong car.  This was too much, I couldn’t to think, couldn’t process anything.  I just kept staring, not knowing what to do.  She looked down at my wet thighs and my sore, drenched crotch. How it was making a dark spot on her comfortable leather seats.  I bent forward past my breasts and looked forward at my spread legs. A truly shameful position but I was out of it.  Then she slowly began reaching for her glove compartment for something, eyes locked on me.  Sophie reached for the door handle from outside the car, eyes locked on me.

	The woman pulled out a box of Tissues and Sophie pulled me from the alien vehicle, dragging me on my feet to her own just behind.  She threw me in like a sack of potatoes and ran to the driver’s side, peeling out and driving away expediently.  I lay there, legs spread open and breasts hanging down, without a care for my modesty or my safety. The seat belt my driver latched for me covered nothing in my slumped position.

	A few minutes off campus, Sophie finally broke the silence. “Holy shit girl, what was all that?”

	“I don't know.”

	“You could have been arrested.”

	“You weren’t there.”

	“Parking on campus is a bitch for commuters, I forgot I was so far out in the back.”  A silence.  “Hey, I’m sorry I had you do all that.  I’m feeling like a piece of trash now that I think about it."

	“S’okay.”

	“I can go get you some clothes somewhere at some thrift store if you want, you don’t need to come home or anything. No interview.”

	“Go home, I need to sleep.”  I began drifting off even as I said that.

	“Okay.”


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	I woke up on a couch with a cool linen sheet covering me.  I felt that I was still naked underneath.  I could hear a sports game on a television or a radio.  I sat up and took in my surroundings.  I was in a small studio apartment, sparsely but comfortably furnished.  I was on a red couch in the center of the room.  To my right was the television I was hearing, I could see a door in front of me and a small kitchen to my left.  Sophie was sitting on a small stool behind me watching the game.  The sheet fell off of me as I turned and moved to the edge of the couch, pooling behind my bare ass. I didn’t really care about being nude around Sophie anymore, my posture was no different than if I was clothed.  The other woman sat to my right now, for once struggling with what to say.

	“Hey.”

	“…You’re awake.”

	“Yeah.”

	Sophie at once collected herself. “I’ve got some clothes for you over there,” she pointed to the foot of the couch where a stack of garments sat folded and waiting for me.  I waived them away.

	“Later,” I said.  “Is everything okay on campus?”

	“There’s a big ruckus, but it looks like no one knows it was you because nobody came forward with a picture of your face, if that’s what you’re asking.” I sighed in relief. “They got everything else, though.”  She handed me her phone, where a social media thread under the heading “Greenhouse Nudie” already contained dozens of pictures uploaded to the internet depicting my naked form during my panicked sprint around the biology building.  One poster got a nice shot of my bare back, ass, and legs with my shoes and socks as I ran around the first corner of the building, but nothing else of me save for my fluttering dark hair.  Another quick student was able to capture a good picture from inside the greenhouse with a full-frontal view of me as I stood there in shock of seeing a rather large audience. Some pleasant greenery made a natural wreath around my exposed lower body.  A hanging plant covered my head, but you could sure see everything else.  The highest “quality” among lot was a single pair of pictures from the same poster.  The first was a close-up from behind of my bare ass and pussy, no doubt from when I was bent over on the ground in immeasurable pain.  It really did capture everything, and left no question that I was soaking down there at the time.   The other caught me in an unflattering pose where I was turned over on my back, attempting to stand up.  It framed a nice view of both my breasts and lower lips as I rolled over, but miraculously missed my face just outside the top of the frame.  These two pictures drew out the most embarrassment from me.  My intimates were captured in more detail than I had ever seen myself, and now everyone else at my college was viewing them as well, even if they didn’t know I was the subject.  The post had a caption that read: “I think she got her tit in my mouth too cause something poked my fucking tongue.”

	“That’s some serious detail for a camera phone,” I remarked, blushing intensely.

	“Yeah, but those new ones will cost you the shirt off your back,” Sophie responded.

	After everything that happened today, I began to chuckle. Then laugh, heartily.  “I don’t even know how to begin going over what happened today,” I said.  I leaned back on the couch, arms on the top and legs outstretched, staring at the ceiling.  “It all feels like a dream.”

	“Well… I know one way we could figure it all out…” Sophie began cautiously.  She stood up and moved to the other side of the room.  I watched as she picked up towards the front of the couch.  I didn’t move but I watched curiously.  She stopped when it was center with me, and she placed her camera on it.  This time the light was off.

	I looked at her, then at the camera, and said “Ah, fuck it.  Turn it on then.”

	I did the interview then and there, nude as I was, my soul bared to the camera alongside my body.  The interview was tell-all, exploring everything from the stress that pushed me to my naked romps in the study room to my treating dozens of people to my nude form at the biology building. It was extremely cathartic and helped me process everything that took place. Nothing was blurred.

	For the sake of keeping the campus police from investigating us, Sophie turned in her project with the premise that I was the co-writer who happened to look enough like the subject that I could double as the actor as well.  Lots of students saw me naked on camera again, but they were treated to a lot more via my anonymous streak that was plastered on the internet, so I didn’t mind… too much.  The documentary won us a lot of awards and we both got scholarships to help pay our tuition.  I did carry a reputation for being the “Greenhouse Nudie,” but most people were convinced that I was only an actor who deeply respected her craft.  Little did they suspect that truth is stranger than fiction.