CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES Part 13
BY: HOOKED6
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CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES Part 13
By: Hooked6

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Readers may wish to refresh themselves with the
story line by rereading Chapter's 1-12 at www.Asstr.org/~nialos/Hooked6.html)

Sam spied a nearby mop and bucket and pointed it out to me. I had
to actually clean up my own pee off the floor. The job seemed to
take forever. To make matters worse, I had to wring the mop out
with my bare hands. YUCK! I was so humiliated. I felt like a
little girl of 5 who just had an accident. Could this day get any
worse, I wondered.

When I had finished cleaning, I looked up and to my surprise I
saw only Sam standing there in the office. "What happened to the
Librarian?" I asked nervously. Sam just giggled and said, "Oh,
she had to take care of something for some students."

I thought that this was our chance to make a quick getaway. "Can
we PLEASE go, now. . . before she gets back?" I asked pleadingly.

Sam just smiled that wicked smile of hers and said, "Sure, But
aren't you forgetting something?" I stupidly looked at the floor
as if I had missed a spot before I came to my senses, "Yeah, my
clothes. Where are they? Can I have them back please before I get
into real trouble?"

"Don't look at me," Sam said coyly. "I don't have them. You have
to find them yourself, remember?" I couldn't believe my ears!
After we both almost got busted she actually wanted to still play
this little game? "You aren't serious?" I asked. Sam just shook
her head affirmatively. "Could you at LEAST give me a hint as to
where they are?" I begged.

"OK, OK," Sam finally relented. "They are located in the Fashion
section of literature stuffed between some books. That was pretty
clever of me, if I do say so myself." Sam just laughed as my mind
raced as I tried to think of where the "Fashion Section" might be
located. Sam finally added almost as if disgusted, "On the THIRD
FLOOR if you MUST know. I can't believe I'm actually helping you.
You'd best get a move on though that librarian might come back
before you get dressed." She was right. I had little time to
lose.

Once again I felt very naked and vulnerable as I opened the
office door and peeked out. The coast was clear. I literally ran
to the elevator, pushed the call button and then hurriedly jumped
back to the office and partially closed the door, peeking out
ever so carefully. "DING" went the elevator and the doors opened.
The car was empty. I started to run to catch it before it left
and lost my nerve. I COULDN'T just get on an elevator by myself
and take it to the third floor. I mean someone might catch me
when it opened on another floor! Then I would be trapped with no
where to run.

I had to think fast. It was then I saw the stairwell and decided
to take it instead. "CHICKEN!" I heard Sam yell as I opened the
stairwell door. It was all good for her. SHE wasn't the one stark
naked!

When I got to the third floor, I carefully opened the door and
peaked out. The coast was clear. I dashed out and into the stacks
once again, hurriedly looking around not only to make sure I
wasn't seen, but also at the titles on the books. One again I was
painfully aware of all my body's imperfections. What if my
classmates saw me? I would just DIE! The jokes about my little
tits, the acne pimples on my butt and . . . OH, I just COULDN'T
bear it! It was then I heard some familiar voices talking from
what sounded like the next row of shelves. I froze and
instinctively ducked down towards the floor. I waited nervously.

Finally the voices stopped talking and everything got quiet. I
decided to carefully work my way around toward the end of the row
and take a quick peek. There, standing side by side about half-
way down the aisle were Marti and Sue Ellen from the English
class! They were both skimming through some books. My heart
almost stopped right there! I was about to duck my head back
around the corner when I heard Marti say as she looked up, "Say?
What's this?" To my horror I saw her pull the rest of the pieces
of my clothing off a shelf in front of her. DAMN IT! I thought.
They've got my clothes! NOW what'll I do?

Marti asked, "What have you got there, Sue?" The girls unfolded
the pile of material and studied them inquisitively. "I don't
really know, Marti, it looks like someone's clothes or
something." Both girls giggled. "Naw," Marti said jokingly. "It's
probably just some cleaning rags the staff left lying around."

"Yeah, you're probably right. Could you imagine though? Someone
ACTUALLY running around naked in the library after hiding their
garments among the books?" They both laughed out loud as if they
were trying to picture the scene. I felt a funny feeling in the
pit of my stomach and my heart began to race. Little did they
know they were talking about me! My body began to get aroused
just hearing them carry on so. Marti continued, "I would really
like to catch the person in the act! Wouldn't THAT be something
to talk about, huh?" They both continued fantasizing about this
mystery streaker for a little while longer as I crouched at the
end of the row exposed and growing increasingly nervous.

"We'd better get a move on," Sue Ellen finally said.

"What should we do with these rags?" asked Marci.

"Oh, just toss them in the trash on our way out." Sue Ellen
replied matter of factly and then added, "Besides, if there
really IS a streaker in the building it would serve 'em right?!"
Marci's eye's got really wide as if she enjoyed the thought and
they both walked off toward the elevators.

I thought about shouting after them and taking them into my
confidence but ruled that out as way too risky. I figured I would
just stay hidden for a moment and then go and check the trash can
by the elevator to retrieve my clothes. I reasoned that surely
they would just drop them into the first trash can they found.
Time passed slowly and I strained my ears to detect ANY sound of
approaching danger. Thoughts tormented me of what I must look
like crouched naked on the floor. After a long period of silence
I got up the nerve to venture down the aisle and see if I could
find my clothing, such as it was.

As I reached the end of the row of books, I heard no sounds, no
one milling about. The coast was clear. I darted out and quickly
looked into the open trash can for my clothes. NOTHING! My heart
almost stopped! I was so SURE they would have been there.

"Looking for these, Hmmm?" said a voice from behind me!
Instinctively I covered myself with my arms and quickly turned
around. "SAM!" I screamed almost under my breath, "Give me
those!" I snatched them from her as she stood laughing at my
predicament. She told me how she heard the whole conversation
between the two girls and thought about embarrassing me by
intervening. She finally helped me put the two parts of my short
skirt together and fastened my tub-top together in the back.
FINALLY I was dressed again!"

"Can we PLEASE go now?" I once again begged. Sam just took my
hand and led me down the stairs toward the ground floor. "I'm so
pleased with you, Tammy," She said. "I can't remember WHEN I've
had this much fun!"

When we reached the bottom floor, Sam took me by the hand and led
me into the library lobby. We had only taken a couple of steps
when I spied Marti and Sue Ellen at the main check out counter
checking out some books. I said a silent prayer that Sam and I
would make it out the door before they had a chance to turn
around. I tried to walk silently and subconsciously quickened my
pace. As we passed behind them I heard Marti say, "Hey! Aren't
those the rags that you threw into the trash a minute ago?"
Before Sue Ellen could answer Marti added, "They ARE! THAT girl
is wearing the stuff you found!"  

I heard footsteps coming up rapidly behind me and then felt
someone grab my arm! "TAMMY!?" exclaimed Sue Ellen as she turned
me around. "What are you doing here?"

Before I could even have time to blush Marti chimed in, "So YOU
were the one that was running around naked in the Library! I KNEW
somebody was up to something! Your secret is out now baby girl!
Hey everybody -"
Before she could complete her thought I put my hand over her
mouth and whispered, "SHHHHH! Please don't say anything. . .I
BEG you!"

Sue Ellen was a bit more compassionate and said, "What's going
on? I found those rags, er, I mean clothes on the library shelf
and now I see you're wearing them. And. . . from the looks of
things," she continued as she flipped the hem separating the
front and back panels of my makeshift skirt with her hand showing
a considerable amount of my thighs, "You aren't wearing any
underwear! Were you streaking the library, Tammy? You WERE
weren't you?"  

I nervously looked over at Sam hoping she would come to my rescue
and offer some sort of explanation, but she just grinned and kept
silent. I glanced around the lobby as I tried to think of
something to say. At least no other students were around! I still
had my hand over Marti's mouth and I realized I was drawing
attention to myself so I carefully took it away a little at a
time to be sure she wasn't going to scream or something.
Thankfully she didn't.

Sue Ellen just looked at me up and down as if she was trying to
picture me naked and kept smiling. "Just WAIT until I tell
everyone at school!"
My knees were about to give way and I felt faint and lightheaded.
"OH please, you won't say anything will you?" I asked hopefully
not knowing what else to say.

Finally Sam walked over and stood in between me and the girls and
said plainly in an authoritarian but reassuring tone, "Oh they
won't say a word I can assure you, Tammy." The girls just gave
her a puzzled look. Sam turned to the girls and said "You see I
only have one word to say to you. . . Museum."

It was like magic! The expressions on their faces changed
immediately as if they understood something very important. Marti
and Sue Ellen said almost simultaneously, "Ah. . .We were just
kidding, Tammy. Honestly, we wouldn't spread any rumors about
you. Really!" Sam just nodded approvingly, took my hand and said,
"Tammy, we really need to be going now." With that we left and,
as I looked back over my shoulder as we headed out the door I saw
the two girls looking white as a ghost. What had just happened?
My mind filled with a hundred questions: Did they know Sam? They
didn't seem to. What was with the museum? Did she know some bully
there that she threatened them with? All I knew was that it
seemed to make a difference.

After we were out on the street Sam suddenly stopped and briefly
said, "I wouldn't worry about those two. They won't say
anything." We started
walking again briskly, "Come on, we've lots more fun ahead of us
this day!"

Once again the wind played havoc with the panels of my skirt as
we walked along and I felt as though half the city got a flash of
my butt or worse yet, my pussy!

After walking about a mile along city sidewalks, Sam Asked, "Are
you hungry? It's after 2:00pm and I'm starving." I had to admit
food was the last thing on my mind but I answered, "I guess I
could eat something." Sam pointed to a McDonald's restaurant and
we headed inside. We each ordered and got our trays of food. The
restaurant was  shaped like the letter "L" with tables in front
of the counter and several tables on the side of the building
near the restrooms. Sam headed toward to side room of tables. Sam
chose the last booth and sat down facing the back wall of that
hall. I sat opposite her looking into the restaurant. After
eating awhile I started to calm down a bit.

Sam suddenly looked worried and said, "Tammy, I think I had
better check that skirt of yours. After all, It WAS in the
garbage. Take it                              off and give it to
me, please."

"HERE?! In the middle of McDonald's?" I whispered intently.

"Why not?" She answered as though there was nothing to it. I
could see by the growing impatience on her face she was serious.
I looked out and saw that what few customers were eating were
sitting in the front dining area except for an older man way
toward the front and whose back was turned to me. Thank goodness
it was after the lunch hour! Sam just stuck out her hand and
awaited my compliance. I looked down and saw that the table
covered most of me, especially if I scooted a little closer in
the booth. I took a deep breath and with an audible "Rrrriiipppp"
I unfastened the skirt panels and pulled the bottom panel from
underneath my butt, keeping the front panel in place. The cool
vinyl material of the booth sent a shiver up my spine as my back
backside came in contact with it. I handed Sam the panel and she
took it but kept it dangling over the table as she awaited the
other piece. It was humiliating seeing my skirt in her hand on
display. If anyone saw it, they would know exactly what I was
doing. Reluctantly I handed her the front panel and she smiled as
she put them down on her seat.

The cool air almost made me panic and I once again was petrified
that I might be seen. If anyone came down the side hall to use
the restroom they would have to pass right by me!

My mouth got real dry so I took a long drink from my Coke.

"So, Tell me EXACTLY what you are feeling right now." Sam
demanded.

"Scared." I replied.

"What else is going through your mind? You can be honest with me.
The more you confide in me the better off you'll be," she said
reassuringly. "Besides, it will take your mind off of things."

I had some many thoughts racing through my mind I hardly knew
where to begin. "Well, I am feeling very afraid that I will get
caught and go to jail."

"Nonsense!" Sam retorted. "Only GUYS get in trouble being naked
in public. Surely you know that's true."

"Well, I also feel very embarrassed. What if someone sees me and
laughs. That's all people have done to me my whole life . . .
make fun of me, belittle me. I know I'm not that great looking
and I hate it! I look several years younger than I really am."

"Nonsense," Sam said again. "You look very attractive! I think
you are beautiful and VERY sexy!" Now I was getting really
embarrassed. I knew she was serious after the way she kissed me
before.

After a long period of silence I continued, "OK, I know what you
want to hear. It's true. I'm aroused by all of this too. Can we
get out of here now?" Sam just smiled.

"I'm going to throw my trash away. I'll be back in a minute and
then we can go," she said. She piled all of her trash on her tray
and got up taking my skirt with her! I watched as she went toward
the front of the restaurant and deposited her trash. I took
another bite of my hamburger assuming we would be leaving. I
almost choked myself as I saw Sam smile, dangle my skirt panels
in the air and then walk right out the side door!!! MY GOD she
left me bottomless in McDonald's! I calmed myself thinking she
was only just trying to get me worked up   that she would be back
any second. Taking little bites, I slowly continued to eat my
food so as not to look suspicious. Still no Sam. Minutes passed.
Nothing. Not a sign of her. I looked around outside the windows
thinking maybe she was hiding outside watching me. Nothing.

Then I started thinking the worst. What if she doesn't come back
for me? Here I was sitting bottomless in a booth wearing only a
white tube top! I tried to think of what I could do but didn't
like any of my options.

I was jolted back to reality when I saw a man turn down the side
hall towards me after he deposited his trash. Was he coming to
cause trouble? Did he see me?

I quickly crossed me legs and put one hand in my lap and
nervously took a sip from my coke. Closer he came. He made brief
eye contact and nodded his head as if to say hello. This was it.
I'm dead, I thought. He just kept walking though and went past me
and into the men's room.

I let out an audible sigh of relief! Did he suspect something? I
wondered. I had no napkins to cover myself with as Sam saw to
that when she cleared her trash. The only paper was the wrapper
to my cheeseburger and it had melted cheese all over the place. I
pulled myself closer to the table and hoped for the best. I
didn't have to wait long as I heard the door opening and
footsteps approaching. . . and then stopping! I looked up and
there he was, standing right next to me. "Nice day out isn't it?"
he asked politely.

"Ah, Yeah. It is nice." I nervously answered.

"Enjoying a little late lunch?" He continued.

"Yeah. Busy day so far." I replied, not quite knowing what to
say.

He kept standing there for what seemed like forever. Not in a
threatening manner. It was as if he was trying to make small talk
and wasn't very good at it. All I wanted him to do was leave. I
tried not to look at him and continued to eat hoping he would get
the message.

Finally, he said, "Well, I have to go. I hope to see MORE of you
sometime." There was something in the way he said that last
remark that make my heart skip a beat! There was a certain glee
to his tone. I looked up in time to see his wry smile and then he
winked at me and politely left!

I looked down at my lap wondering what he saw, but I realized I
was completely covered by the table. And, even if he suspected
something, my open hand was surely covering everything. Then I
had a horrible thought. My butt!! He could see my exposed butt
crack. I realized that when I scooted forward towards the table
and leaned over to hide my front, my ass was there for all to
see. Geez! How stupid could I be? If I stayed toward the table my
ass was exposed. If I moved back, my charms were exposed! The
thought of what had just happened made me VERY wet.

I kept staring toward the front of the restaurant looking out the
window. All those people passing by, to and fro on the downtown
city sidewalks. If they only knew! THAT made matters worse and I
grew more and more aroused!! It was now well after 3:00pm and
still no Sam. I thought about hiding in the ladies room but
figured I would be a trapped rat in there and surely someone
would see me get up. Besides, if Sam did come back and didn't see
me sitting where she left me, she might really leave me for good
and I'd be sunk! I was sure she was coming back for me.

It was now almost 3:30pm and the restaurant was pretty empty. I
started to get in panic mode. My fears worsened when who should
walk inside the restaurant? Marci and Sue Ellen! Of all people! I
tried to act invisible. Please don't look this way, please don't
look this way!

"WELL, LOOK WHO'S HERE?" Marti said.

"Yeah, it's Miss Library Streaker!" echoed Sue Ellen.

As they walked toward me, I knew it was all over! Where was SAM?