[Kokopelli25]

CHAPTER 9

To Ellie’s disappointment, both the Home Ec room and the theatre stage were locked tight. Ellie surprised herself by realizing she had been wanting to walk around naked in both spaces. She actually -wanted- to get more pictures of herself, maybe one sitting naked behind a sewing machine as if making herself clothes to wear, or one an empty stage pretending to perform in the nude for her classmates.

The back-to-back obstacles were a letdown, and Ellie could feel her excitement slipping away. She stood in the hallway thinking how she could keep going, how she could keep from losing the rush that she now craved.

When the idea hit she took off running, bare feet slapping against the tile floor, echoing through the halls though Ellie no longer cared about noise. She quickly put her hands up to her breasts to keep them from bouncing as she ran, not caring that the blue paint hadn’t quite dried.

Like the doors to the room upstairs, Ellie knew she could open the double doors to the gym if she pulled on both at the same time and turned the handles just so. As big as the gym is was, there was always a ghost light on so anyone leaving the space didn’t have to worry about trying to exit in total darkness. Ellie walked in and almost immediately her eyes were drawn to the far wall where she could see a mobile rack with basketballs. She jogged over, not bothering to hold her breasts this time, and pulled the rack to the foul line. Never one for sports in high school, Ellie had played on some intramural teams in college and had gotten pretty decent at it. She decided with a grin that she needed to work on her free throws, however, and so after setting her phone and keys down she started to shoot one ball and then the next.

About every fourth ball went in, and after shooting all the basketballs on the rack she ran around collecting them all, returning them to the rack for another round. Before she continued, though, she decided to get one last picture. Walking over to the stands to prop up her phone, she tried to figure out how she could time the shot so the camera didn’t just get a photo of her standing there. Instead of a still shot she decided to get a quick video - she could edit it later to get just a screenshot of her in action. Setting it to record, she walked away from the phone, not thinking of how her bare ass was perfectly centered in the camera window.

She returned to the foul line and started shooting again. After several minutes of going all out, chasing down basketballs and restocking the rack over and over, Ellie stopped, breathing hard from all the exercise, her chest rising and falling with each deep breath. She put her hands on her hips and looked around at the space where she and her friends would come to cheer on the boys basketball team or for pep rallies before a football game. She always had a lot of school spirit, cheering, pulling her hair back into a ponytail with a school color hair-tie, painting little images on her cheeks with her friends to look like temporary tattoos. She knew she was pretty and that a few of the boys would always steal glances at her, and remembered she was always embarrassed, but she had enjoyed watching the games more and so tried not to let it bother her.

Standing in the middle of the gym without any clothing, Ellie thought to herself that if there had been a game right then that she’d be the center of attention, no matter what the score was. She slowly turned around to see all the bleachers, imagining that she was surrounded on all sides by fans and players, friends and strangers alike. The game would stop but not the cheering as they were all screaming for her. Camera flashes would light up the already bright room and the local news crew would be filming to show moments of the game later that night on tv. The naked girl would be the leading highlight and suddenly she would be exposed to thousands, maybe tens of thousands as people quickly called their friends and neighbors, telling them to turn on the tv, some might even be recording the news to watch it the next day. Between all the photos and recordings she would never know how many people had seen her naked, would never know if the photos had been posted online for others to gaze at.

The thought of it all dropped Ellie to her knees as the intense emotions of excitement and humiliation clashed with each other and she found her hands pressed against her wet pussy, one furiously reaching inside herself, while her knees and thighs were pressed together tightly as she tried desperately to not have an orgasm right now, right here in her old school in the middle of the gym, and eventually she failed at trying and just let the waves of pleasure roll over her as she collapsed sideways, writhing on the floor.

The remainder of the blue paint had started to run again, both on her breasts and her hands, small drops of it winding up on the floor of the gym. After laying there for a moment to catch her breath, Ellie struggled to her feet and stumbled over to pick up her phone and look at the camera app. With her mind still in a fog, she scrolled back through the video to when she was shooting free throws. She paused on one moment where she was in perfect form, capturing a screen shot that she would send to Natalie. Her mind still wasn’t completely focused on her current surroundings; she connected to the school’s wi-fi network right away this time, but for some reason when she went to text Natalie it took a lot longer for the message and attachment to go through. She assumed that the signal was weaker here in the gym and didn’t think anything of it when the text and full file finally finished sending a moment later.

Covered in sweat, paint, and her own juices, Ellie smiled as she knew where she was heading next - one last stop and then she’d head home. Standing up, she made her way on wobbly legs to the locker room hallway at the back of the gym. Taking her camera wristlet in one hand, she had just enough presence of mind to remember to grab her keys. She’d be screwed if she left those behind.