The Best Thing

The Best Thing 6

By Elixir Soup

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The Best Thing - Chapter 6

A.K.A. Rosalina's Naked Middle School Adventure

It was my first year of middle school. You, of course, were very popular. Though very few of the students in our school had gone to elementary school with us, you were rarely seen in more than just a T-shirt and sandals or less, so your popularity skyrocketed rapidly with both the male and female student body. The boys looked at you in admiration, calling you gutsy or ballsy. The females looked at you in curiosity and, for the more mentally mature or older girls, lust. I was always your tag-along. Your entourage. The girls envied and hated me for spending so much time with you, while guys pretty much ignored me. I had given up wearing panties, and needed no bra, but very few noticed, and none commented, on my bare nethers in my skirts, which were gradually becoming shorter over the years.

Then, it all changed. I'm not exactly sure the day it happend, but I woke up one morning to find I was seemingly a B-cup overnight. A semester later, and I was a C-cup.

As this was at least a cup size bigger than the largest girl in my grade level, I quickly drew the eyes of boys in our school. Sure, I dressed conservatively. But I was too embarrassed to ask my mom, or your mom for that matter, to take me bra shopping. So I bounced and jiggled through the halls with boys staring at me in awe and girls staring at me in disgust. I was constantly bullied by the female student body. At least, I was the few times I wasn't with you, such as the locker rooms. I dreaded the locker rooms every P.E.. The girls at first stuck to calling me simple names like busto, then gradually devolved into swears like titty monster, then big-boobed bimbo or whore. My breast size and lack of a bra was only part of their teasing. They were jealous I spent so much time with the most popular and desirable boy in school.

It finally culminated one day in the spring of my first year, when, still a plump C-cup on an otherwise small frame, I retreated to the locker room after a game of volleyball to shower with the other girls. But as I was rinsing off, I felt a shove from behind. Turning around and throwing my arms over my bits, I saw it was one of the taller girls in this P.E. class.

"Hello, whore," she greeted me, using a tone one might reserve from a serial killer to their victim. "Damn, those are huge. Botched boob job? Or are you just a mutant?"

I said nothing, barely able to see her without my glasses, and fearing any retort would worsen my situation. Silly me. It quickly became a nightmare even with my refusal to respond.

Two other girls joined in. "Look at her, covering those balloons up. Bet they're what she uses to trick Arden into letting her hang out with him."

Yet two more girls joined in, the rest pausing in their soaping or rinsing to watch.

"Bet she seduces him all the time. Only reason an amazing boy like that would let this loser bask in his presence."

It wasn't just your naked antics that had drawn the attention of all three middle school grades. As you grew, you were quickly developing into a very handome young man, downright striking even. Many times I felt awed by your face alone.

"I'll bet she goes naked all the time, but only for him."

"N...No..." I squeaked.

"Awww, you whimpering, whore?"

Not beforehand, but then I really did whimper. Roughly, she grabbed my breasts, squeezing and tugging them. I let out a pitiful cry of pain.

"Look at these massive funbags. You're not just a whore, you're a cow! A fucking dairy cow! Is Arden your personal milker, cow whore?" She finished by shoving me to the ground, my butt hitting the wet floor of the shower room. I stayed still on the ground from the shove, afraid of what they'd do to me if I got up, but I at least sat up to curl into an upright fetal position.

"I heard Arden has streaked across campus at least three times this year. Maybe she should give it a try, too?"

It seemed all the girls had joined in now, surrounding me. That voice seemed to come from the back, and it immediately set them all off. I felt hands all over me, fondling my boobs as if to make sure they were real, spanking my rear, sliding a finger up my girlhood. It was a whirl of activity, but next thing I knew, i was on my back and very cold in a world very blurry without my glasses.

I sat up upon hearing a door slam. It seemed I was in the school hallway. Alone. Completely and utterly naked.

I got up and tried to open the door. Locked, or at least held firmly shut. I begin pounding on the door to the girls' locker room, begging, pleading, and sobbing to be let in. I only heard girlish laughter from the other side.

I whirled around, one arm wrapped tightly over my C-cup breasts and the other tightly cupping my girlhood, which I hoped was only sopping wet because the rest of me still was. I needed to think. You always said I was the smartest girl you knew, though I never believed you. But right now, I honestly was praying that you were right.

I could wait here and hope to whatever higher power was out there that they had a change of heart and let me back in... but anyone could walk by and see me at any time. I could make a run for it and find a place to hide... but anyone in the classrooms I passed could no doubt see me passing by if they chanced to look out the door. I could wait for the bell and everyone to leave the locker room, but the halls would be immediately flooded then. For now, I'd wait, and hope they-

Screw that. Footsteps came from around the corner. And judging by the sound of them, they were a boy my age. I turned and rushed down the hall in the opposite direction as fast as I possibly could while still covering my girlhood and boobs with both arms and dripping wet with impaired vision.

Just as the bell rang, I dove into a bathroom. The boys' bathroom, but no one was in it. I hopped on top of a toilet and locked the stall door, though my feet were in danger of slipping off the porcelain since they, like the rest of me, were soaked from the shower. I heard the door open and froze, but the boy who entered went right by my stall, and I heard a fascinating sound from the urinal. It ended all too quickly and the boy washed his hands and left. Once I heard the hallway quiet down, I chanced a peek out the door. Empty.

Realizing I couldn't overthink this, I headed out and continued down the hallway, though slower. This time, I paused at each classroom I passed, peering inside to make sure no one was gazing out the door, then rushed past when the coast was clear. While I indeed couln't overthink this, I also needed to play it smart. I was completely wet, could barely see, and didn't have a stich on. I moved my arm to underneath my breasts, forgoing cover for... support. I... was bouncing, as ashamed as I was to admit it. Realizing that one arm wasn't enough, I move to using two arms, thereby leaving me completely exposed, though more able to run when it counted. I swear my face had never been redder, and the tears flowing down my cheeks didn't stop as my breathing escalated. This was my nightmare. This was my absolute nightmare. And you weren't there to protect me, Arden.

I reached the end of the hallway and scurried to the other side to peer around the corner. It looked like a hall monitor desk was halfway down, at a T-shaped junction in front of a bathroom, but it was empty. I hurried down, pausing at each classroom to check if anyone was looking out, blushing so hard everything looked spotty, though that might just have been my lack of glasses. I was about to duck into the bathroom, but someone stepped right out of the nearest classroom, a girl my age with a hall monitor sash. She looked right at me, still wet and breasts and girlhood on full display due to my forgoing coverage for support. She pointed at me and opened her mouth to say something, but I rushed past her, heading down the hall and even shoving her out of the way. As I turned the corner, I chance a look back at her, and she only stared in awe with her mouth hanging open.

I rounded the corner, knowing I had to put as much distance between that hall monitor and myself as possible. I passed by several classrooms, and even heard a gasp from two of them, only to run into a female teacher. Common, since it's a middle school, that most of the teachers are female. She looked sympathetic for a moment, but I only paused for a split second before I rushed past her at speeds I didn't know I could reach considering my chubbiness. I cleared the next corner, heading up the nearby stairwell for reasons I couldn't fathom in retrospect. Hysteria, maybe? I rushed up the stairs and surprisingly didn't trip, my legs pumping and bare, wet feet pounding on the floor. I passed by a boy who's mouth fell open as I ran by, likely not believing what he was seeing.

I ran and ran along the second floor of the school, not sure where I was gong until I collided with something so hard, I was knocked off my feet and onto my back, spread-eagled and heaving so hard my breasts were bouncing. I'm fairly certain some of the water from the shower had been replaced with sweat. For a moment, I wasn't sure what I hit, until I heard a groan. A male groan. I immediately realized it was a boy my age. I wondered if I could just lay there, perfectly still, and he'd think the wet naked girl was dead. Instead I felt a pair of arms pull me to my feet and I struggled wildly against them in my rising hysterics. The boy's arms pulled me into a janitor's storage closet, so cramped I felt him pressed up against me. Dark, but I felt something very large and hard pressed against my stomach.

"Rosie? Rosie, calm down."

That voice... so soothing... was it... you?

I looked up into a pair of clear blue eyes that seem to glow in the darkness of the closet. It was, indeed, you.

"Rosie? What happened to you?" You asked, concern in your voice as your hands rested on my bare shoulders.

I choked back a sob and when I tried to speak, i cried instead. But I didn't cry from fear like before. I cried because... I was just so happy to see you. I threw myself against your chest, covered only in a long white T-shirt, and inhaled your scent. Your musky, intoxicating scent... You wrapped your arms around me, naked arm flesh against naked back flesh, and when I felt my bare breasts press against your thin shirt, my hard nipples poking your toned midsection... I felt the hard object against my belly grow and twitch. Did I... Did I do that to you? Did I make you this hard? I... I had no idea I had this kind of effect on you.

I pulled away and looked down, seeing the huge tent in the bottom part of your shirt. As always, the shirt was all you were wearing, your sandals having been abandoned in your first class of the day as is occasionally prone to happening.

"It's okay, Rosie. I'm here for you. I always will be. I promise." You leaned in and gave me a platonic kiss on my wet forehead.

Those last two words... 'I promise,' and the tender, soothing kiss on the forehead... I immediately broke down into tears and sobs anew. I sank to the floor, pulling you down with me. You pulled me into your lap, the tent in your shirt appearing between my thighs, and I nestled sideways into your strong arms, just crying my eyes out.

I don't know how long I sat like that. You patted me on the back, soothing me, telling me to 'go ahead and let it all out.' It's funny how rapidly your boy-thing had grown since when we were five or six years old... Much like my breasts.

That moment... It was the first time I ever sat side-saddle in your lap, Arden. And it had an effect on both of us. Since then, every time I mimicked this very position, no matter what kind of sitting position you were in... it always had an immediate effect on you.

After both my tears and body had sufficiently dried, you stood up, slipping the shirt over your head. For the first time, you gave me your own clothes to wear.

Without a word, you steped out into the light of the hallway, completely naked...

I looked at the shirt you left behind. I know you intenedd me to wear it, but... I didn't. I gathered it in my hands and gave it a hardy sniff. It smelled like you... And I felt so calm holding it to myself like a security blanket.

You arrived some time later, though I'm not sure how long. The bell had long rung for the next class, but you didn't return until long after that ringing. You opened the door to the janitor's closet, an apologetic look on your face.

"Sorry, Rosie. I couldn't get your clothes back. But I did manage to get your glasses."

Gently, I felt my large, thick corrective lenses placed over my eyes, and I saw you clearly, the light of the hallways behind you like a gleaming knight or angel with a halo.

It was then that I realized... I love you. And I think... I always have.

You lifted me off the ground, giving me no time to contemplate this startling revelation. Without thinking, the shirt falls to the ground and I leave it behind. You lead me down to the first floor, only passing a single hall monitor who glances with wide eyes at your incredibly hard and bouncing member, but otherwise says nothing.

Your arm over my shoulders, bare skin against bare skin, you lead me out the back door of the school, into the woods behind it.

I realized we're both stark naked outisde in the suburbs of Miami, the only clothing between us being my goofy glasses, but... I didn't care.

Because I finally realized why I felt the way I felt around you... As if my heart would speed up, yet slow down... The tingling... The blushing... The admittedly unique attraction and fascination with your boy parts that I longed to touch with my hands...

It was because I loved you...

You led me down several back roads, seeming to know exactly where to go to avoid traffic and people walking by. I theorized you had done this many times before. All I know is that I was with you... Dressed like you... As in, not dressed at all... And I felt totally safe despite that fact.

Before I knew it, we were in front of your house. You brought me inside, your mother smiling and about to greet you like this was normal, but then gasped when she saw me. She hastily retrieved something for me to wear and escorted me next door to my house to tell my parents not to punish me, as it wasn't my fault. They agreed... Only to give me a naked spanking as soon as your mother left, make me stand naked in the corner with a burning bum for half an hour, then report to my room to get dressed. It was the usual punishment for just about any misbehavior I engaged in, but it was no less painful or embarrassing.

I retreated to my room, but didn't get dressed. Instead, I peered out my curtain at your bedroom window.

You were on your bed, naked like always... and rapidly stroking your boyhood.

As I watched you, I felt my knees get weak. I reached down to touch my own girlhood, and began rubbing it. Gently, at first, but then faster. Another hand soon grabbed for my breast, playing with it, tweaking and pinching my nipple, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. Eventually a finger found its way in my girlhood. This sent my inexperienced body over the edge, and I had my very first real, full orgasm in my life at the same time your thing sprayed white stuff. I'd watched you do that many times before... But this was the first time I'd ever seen you spray like that. It immediately pushed me into a second climax. I fell backwards onto my floor, my knees bent inward, trying to catch my breath. I had no idea what I just experienced... But I definitely wanted to experience it many times again. Maybe one day with your hands instead.

Because that was the day I realized... I was in love with my best friend.

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