[ENF] Kimmy Bubbles Terrible Weekend

[newbalogna]

This story arose from some role-play between an online friend for mine from Second Life, Kimmy Bubbles, and I'm sharing it with her permission. The start of the role-play was taken from editthis.info/create_your_own_story/Oops!_You%27re_Naked! , but we quickly went our own way with it.
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Chapter 1
A sudden May heat wave in Kimmy's seaside community caught everyone by surprise. Many people, including Kimmy, could not get their AC units working. When she tried to find a repairman, they were all booked up, they couldn't even get an estimate of when someone would be over.

Kimmy finished her fifth shower of the day, and stepped out of the shower. She reached for a towel, put when she put it to her face, it smelled moldy. Between the humidity in the house, and all the showers she was taking, all her towels had become smelly. She walked to her washing machine, that was full of other towels and sweaty clothes, and put it in. She went to the linen closet, but it was out of towels.

Well, she was going to run the laundry anyway, so she decided to use her bed sheets to dry off, and put them in the laundry. She reached into her dresser for something to wear, but it looks like she had gone through everything except a bikini from last summer.

It was so hot and disgusting in her house, she just had to get out. She put on the bikini, which was a little snug since last year, but perfectly serviceable. She started the wash, and decided to walk to the beach which was nearby. She tried to find a beach towel, but remembered it was in the wash as well.

The 3 block walk to the beach was baking, but still better than inside her house. As she got closer, she felt the lingering memory of a sea breeze, as torpid as everyone else today.

The beach was packed. The shady spots were standing room only, and the sunny spots were pretty crowded as well. But she came here to cool off, so she headed straight for the shore. She passed a sign about rip tide warnings, and dipped her feet into the deliciously cold water. She slowly pushed her tolerance as she acclimated to the water, getting deeper. As she got chest deep, the passing waves lifted her feet off the sandy bottom as she walked.

Then one wave lifted her, but she realized when she came down, her feet could no longer touch water. She looked about. She realized she was being pulled out to sea!

She started swimming hard towards the shore, but she began to feel a disconcerting sensation: the knots of her bikini were loosening!

She tried to hold the knots and swim, but she saw that she was going further and further away from the shore.

Suddenly, she saw a small bright orange buoy headed her way. As it got close enough to reach her, she saw it was a small boat without a driver, and it had a lifeguard logo on it. From deep inside it, a tinny sound emerged: "You're in the rip tide! Grab on, we'll pull you to shore!"

She did as she was told, getting both her arms on the hand holds of the boat.

The engines reversed suddenly, and as she coughed the water out, she realized her bikini was no longer on her!

As the little boat was getting closer to shore, she saw a lifeguard holding a remote control device with a large antenna. And behind him, masses of people had their cell phones out to film the impromptu rescue.

Kimmy was less than a minute away from YouTube infamy!

She decided to hold on anyway, and the boat pulled her up to the shore. The lifeguard ran into the wave, and pulled her out of the water. "Can you breathe?" he shouted at her.

As her naked body was pulled out of the waves, the general sound of random conversation died at once.

Someone broke the silence with a profound "Holy shit, she's naked!"

"sl*t" a woman's voice yelled.

"Hey baby, watch doing' tonight?"

The sound of people talking over on another overwhelmed Kimmy. She pushed off the lifeguard, and stood.

And was greeted with cell phones pointed at her.

She panicked, and ran to the spot where she saw the fewest people: under the nearby boardwalk the sat over the shore.

[newbalogna]

Chapter 2
Kimmy didn’t stop running until she was well hidden under the board walk, and could no longer hear the braying voices of the beach goers.
She caught her breath in the hot day. She was hemmed in by a bluff on one side, and a rocky beach on the other. She knew this boardwalk ended in a local park about a mile or so from where it began on the beach. Since everyone in town seemed to be at the beach today, the only way out seemed to be the park end. She began to walk that way, threading through the timbers that held up the boardwalk overhead.
As she did, a set a human voices up ahead began to differentiate from the general human noise above her – there was someone down here as well!
She squatted behind a timber and peered out. Up ahead were 5 teen boys, just sitting around. One of them toked on a joint, and passed it onwards. They were talking typical indecipherable teenage nonsense.
They blocked her way onward. She didn’t think she could sneak around them, and she didn’t want to go backwards either.
She got comfortable and waited.
As she did, some movement caught her eye. It was a little crab, cautiously scuttling her way.
As it got closer, she corrected herself: it was not at all little.
It came right up to her leg on the sand, and then stopped. It stood there for a long minute, doing nothing visible.
Kimmy did not want to get up, for fear of attracting the boys’ attention. But she did not like being next to this crab either.
Suddenly, it put one of its legs on hers. She suppressed a scream, and kicked it away. It landed nearby on its back, took a moment to right itself, and then started heading right back to her. Within moments, it was right next to her again.
“Go away!” she whispered sternly to it.
“Dude!” one of the guys said. “I think I just heard a chick!”
To this, the others laughed. “No more for you, man!”
The crab tried to climb on Kimmy again, and she tried to push it a way again. But it had dug into the ground, and would not budge. After suffering a moderate amount of abuse from her, it finally pinched her.
She gasped and cut off the scream that formed, but the initial peal emerged.
“Dudes! Tell me you didn’t hear that!”
She peeked around the corner of the timber. They were silently looking around, but were still seated.
“It must’ve come from up there,” said one, pointing up to the boardwalk.
As she was watching them, she felt crab legs on her again.
The surprise sent chills straight up her spine, causing her to gasp loudly.
“No way! There is someone down here!”
They nodded, and got up. “It sounded like it was coming from this way,” said one, pointing in her direction.
Kimmy got up, and tried to run, but was quickly spotted. She pressed her front up against a timber, covering her rear with her hands. “Uhh, uhh, nothing to see here boys!”
As the boys approached closer, she watched the crab bury itself in the spot where she was sitting just a moment ago.
The boys ringed her, smiling. “Hey, beautiful!”
“Come down here naked a lot?”
“Uhh” Kimmy sputtered, “Just please, I’ll be going now.”
“Don’t be like that!”
“Party with us!”
“Or maybe we should tell the cops there’s a streaker down here!”
This was met with a punch by the alpha of the group. “Nobody’s calling the cops, moron! We’re all high here!”
The ringleader then turns to Kimmy, and smiles. “Fun’s fun, boys, but we should be gentlemen.”
At this, he takes off his shirt, and holds it out to Kimmy. “Here you go, M’lady.” He does a cheesy bow. This earns him giggles from his pack.
Kimmy’s eyes fix on the shirt. He is holding it too far from her. She would have to step away from the timber to get it. “Umm, could you please just give it to me? Please?”
“That’s what I’m doing …”
She sighed, steeled herself, and covering herself as best as she could with her hands, turned to face them.
They looked expectantly at her as she inched to the offering. They held their breath as her arm moved away from her breasts to grab the shirt.
As soon as she held onto the shirt, she felt a sudden tug. The boy had pulled violently on the shirt. But she didn’t want it to get away from her. This ended pulling her forward, and off balance, she slammed right into the kid! They fell together in a sprawl of limbs.
The pack hooted as she tried to get up, but she was having difficulty finding purchase in the sand, with a writhing body under hers. The boy groped her ass, and, and his face smothered by her breasts, he motor boated her (although he may have simply been trying to breathe).
As she felt his hands work around her thighs, she found the impetus to pry loose. She pulled herself to standing, the boys laughing, the ringleader gasping.
“You, you, you filthy animals!” she screamed, tears flowing from her eyes. She then ran forwards, pushing past the paralyzed pack, who were busy laughing and high-fiving their “victory”. In her distress, she quickly forgot about the shirt.

[newbalogna]

Kimmy made it to the end of the boardwalk without further encounters. Here, she could ascend the steep incline and be at the edge of the park. From there, it was a 10 minute walk to her house through downtown, or a 20-30 minute walk through the residential areas.
She dashed out from under the boardwalk, heading the direct route first. She surprised a handful of park goers, but was away before they could really react.
She turned the corner and crouched behind a storefront stand to look at the street. Even though this was the end of the town’s main drag, it still had a good number of people walking up and down it. She realized that the residential roads were going to be a better way to go.
She doubled back through the park. This time, some of the park goers reacted. Some hooted, some shook their head disparagingly. One said “Forget something, honey?”
But she turned on to a residential street before anybody could do more.
The brisk walk through the streets was hair-raising, with Kimmy jumping at every sound. But the weather was so hot people were either indoors or elsewhere, not hanging out on the street.
She ran into her front door the moment she saw it.
And found her house dark. She tried a light switch. Nothing.
She remembered from the news that the sudden heat wave was causing a lot of blackouts. Looks like it was her turn.
She went to her washing machine to get the clothes she left, but found that the power had gone out while it was mid cycle. The lid was locked in place. She beat on it, pried on it, pressed all the buttons, but nothing.
Well, the power would come back at some point.
She went to the kitchen to get a drink, she was terribly thirsty. After that, she made herself a quick snack, and had eaten most of it, when there was a knock at the door.
At the second knock, a voice called “Police Department, is there anyone home?”
Her throat became dry. She froze in her chair. Were they here to arrest her?
On shaky legs, she went to the front door, and opened it a crack. “Y- yes?”
“Good afternoon, miss. There were some complaints about a streaker in the neighborhood. Do you mind if I ask you some questions?"
"Um...o..ok."
The officer stared at her. “Would you like to step outside - or may I come in?”
Kimmy blushed as she stepped outside, covering herself.
The officer blushed and gulped. "If you're in the middle of something you can take a moment to get some clothes ..."
"Um.. all my clothes are locked in the washer and I can’t get to them!"
"Umm, would you happen to be the streaker we've received calls about?"
“Well um... I might be but.. like.. I got trapped outside in the nude!”
"I see." The officer cleared his throat. "There have been - numerous complaints about your – behavior. You are not under arrest, but it would be best if you could come down to the station to make a statement. Umm ... when you get some clothes, I guess"
"I couldn’t help it! I got caught outside! I can’t get to any of my clothes!"
"I'm sure you had compelling reasons, but I'm going to need you to save it for the statement. Umm, when do you think you can get something on?"
“ I don’t have anything!”
"Uhh, let me call this in to dispatch. You can wait inside."
Kimmy nodded and hid behind the door. After a few minutes, she heard a knock again. She peeked out.
The officer showed her one of those thick blankets they give to people when they pull them out of rivers and such. "There are a number of very angry complaints about you. They want you down at the station ASAP to settle this. Can you put this on and ride with me, please?"
Kimmy took the coarse woolen blanket through the crack in the door, and wrapped it around herself. It felt very rough on her skin. She stepped outside, letting the officer guide her into the cruiser, and then they set off. At least the air conditioning in the car was nice.

[shyrlock]

Sounds like a terrible place to live.
What a bunch of jag off punks she had to deal with.

[newbalogna]

Kimmy arrived at the station and was escorted in by the officer.
Inside, the place was sweltering hot.
“Why is it so hot in here?”
The officer shrugged. “Our AC is out, like half the town’s.”
As she was led to a room, the eyes of the station followed her. She was sat on a metal chair in front of a metal table. There was even the one way mirror thing.
“Someone will be with you shortly” the officer said, as he left the room.
She waited, slowly roasting in her woolen blanket. She wanted to take it off, but she was worried the way everyone stared at her, she may have a quiet audience on the other side of the one-way mirror. But as 10 minutes stretched to 20, the sweat was pouring from her, and the wool becoming rather itchy.
She finally decided to turn away from the mirror, and open up the blanket. She fanned the blanket about some. The air certainly wasn’t cool, but it was nice letting all that moisture out.
That’s when she noticed the camera right in front of her, pointing at her with an accusatory red recording light.
She swore and covered up again, sitting down.
The relief she got from opening her blanket evaporated quickly, and once again she was pouring sweat.
Another officer entered the room.
“I’m so sorry to have kept you, I was just going over the details. There certainly were numerous phone calls. The officer mentioned there may be some extenuating circumstances, so I’d like to hear them. So let me tell you how this works: I’m going to write down everything you say, maybe interrupting you if I need some more information. At the end, I’m going to give you everything to review, while I go and check any facts of the story. If everything looks as accidental as it sounds, we’ll just have you sign what you’ve reviewed as your official statement. Do you have any questions for me before you begin?”
Kimmy shook her head.
“OK then, let’s begin with …”
Kimmy relayed her tale of woe, interrupted with questions like “Did you get the lifeguard’s name”, and “How many boys were there”. After a very tedious review of the details, the officer handed her the notepad he’d been writing on. “I want you to review this, I need to make some phone calls to verify whatever I can. I’ll be back as soon as I’m done.”
As the officer left, Kimmy reached for the pad. As she did, she noticed that her blanket had been falling open, and the officer had an exceptionally nice view of her cleavage through who knows how much of the interview.
Kimmy blushed as she wrapped her sweaty blanket tighter. She reviewed the information, trying not to think about how sweaty she was in this stuffy room wearing a thick woolen blanket.
The officer return after another eternity. “Ummm … two follow up questions. First … uhhh … is there any particular reason you …. Uhhh … flashed … that camera up there a few minutes ago?”
She wanted to hide under the table. “I … didn’t see it there. I am SO HOT in this room in this blanket. I was just trying to cool off.”
The officer nodded. “That’s what it looked like. And now … the harder question. You mentioned the boys under the boardwalk. Did you have … intercourse … with any of them?”
“What?” she shrieked? “Of course not! Those animals molested me!”
The officer pulled out a print out of a facebook feed. She gasped as she saw a picture of herself under the boardwalk, sprawled on top of the boy who had pulled her down. “This facebook user tagged his friend, in this picture, mentioning he ‘totally got some from this crazy naked chick.’ The problem is that the boy you seem to be … on top of … is underage.”
Kimmy’s throat went dry. Her eyes had trouble focusing on the picture. The room started spinning.
“It’s ok, it’s ok, don’t panic. This sounds like a bunch of ridiculous teens bragging, and your version of events sounds far more plausible. But the problem my commander has pointed out is that if his parents decide to file charges against you … it may be difficult for you to prove anything. And if all the other boys present a unified front, even if they’re lying, you may be in a lot of hot water.”
Kimmy put her face in her hands.
“Look, here’s what my commander recommended. He thought … if you submit to forensic evidence collection … it will corroborate your version of events. Have you showered since the … molestation?”
She shook her head.
“OK, you are free to decline evidence collection. But everything else in your story checks out. I’d hate for these young punks to ruin your life because of a series of accidents.”
He took a step back. “I’m sorry, you look like you need a drink of water …”
She nodded. “Yes please …”
“OK, I’ll get you a bottle, and you need to think about this, OK?”
The officer disappeared for a moment, and returned with a disposable bottle of water. It was cold from the fridge. She took several swigs, but her stomach was still tying in knots from what the officer said, and she couldn’t drink a lot. But she was terribly hot, so she opened her blanket a little, and poured some of the cold water down her front.
Thirty seconds later, the officer tore into the room. “What did you do?!”
She was shocked. “I .. I was hot. I was dying in here.”
“You don’t understand! Just a minute after I tell you we want you to submit to evidence collection, you are washing your body! Someone might say you are trying to destroy evidence!”
“What evidence are you talking about?”
“DNA. On your body. From the boy!”
She looked at him, stunned.
“Look, I don’t want to be heavy-handed about this, but you really need to submit to collection. IF the boy’s family decides to press charges against you, this one thing will look really REALLY bad.”
In the whirlwind of panic the resulted, Kimmy found herself being once again led through the station, on the way back out to the police cruiser. At least the AC in the car was nice, as she sat in the back seat.

[newbalogna]

Trigger warning! There is a forensic exam that **** survivors may find unpleasant.

Kimmy was let out of the cruiser in front of the hospital. She drew her coarse woolen blanket tightly around herself as she walked through the ambulance entrance.
The officer came up to the front desk. "Hey, Cindy" she tells the secretary. "We uhhh ... called ahead."
"Oh, hey sweetie" the secrattary says. Look, there's a problem, our normal Forensic Nurse is not available. We're calling one of the instructors from a local college Forensic department. He won't be here for an hour, though. Can you guys wait in the waiting room? The ER is too full during this heat wave to have you guys just ... sitting in a room."
Before she knew it, Kimmy was escorted to the packed waiting room. There was quite a press of people in there, and not enough chairs, not that you'd feel safe sitting in just the blanket. People moaning, coughing, vomiting. Slowly but surely, every noticed her presence: the girl in the too hot blanket, and nothing else, being escorted by a cop.
Kimmy felt self conscious as people look at her long bare legs and cleavage showing.
The hour or so was painfully long. On a big screen TV, CNN went on and on about some random politicians gaffe, and clearly, she was becoming the entertainment.
After forever, she was lead to an exam room. In there, a tall male nurse with grey hair and scrubs was waiting for her. "Hello, I'm Bob. I teach forensic nursing at the local nursing college. I'm sorry, the regular nurse is out sick." He clears his throat. "Have you ever had a forensic exam before?"
Kimmy shook her head. "Um no never."
"Well, I hate to say it, but it takes about 4 hours, and there's LOTS of steps"
Kimmy sighed. “Can’t we avoid this?”
Bob looked at the officer, who looked at you.
"Remember what we talked about" the officer said. "It's up to you, but ..."
After she relented, Bob continued. "We'll start by just sitting down, and you just tell me every place you were contacted on your body, and what you were contacted with."
“Well um I fell on him.. and he licked me on um.. my boobs.”
"OK," Bob nodded, taking some notes. "Were you touched with hands anywhere?"
“Oh my butt yeah.”
He makes notes. "Anywhere else?"
“Um I think that’s it.”
He nods, writing it down. "Were you touched with any sex toys, either purchased sex toys, or impromptu ones, like, cucumbers, etcetera?"
“Umm, no.”
"Did you touch any one with your hands?"
“Yes, as I fell.”
"What parts of the body did you touch?"
“I’m not sure it was chaotic.”
He nods and writes it down. “Did any genitals touch you?”
“No.”
“Did you touch any genitals?”
“Nope!”
Bob chuckled a bit as he wrote it down.
“Did any semen make contact with your body anywhere? How about urine or feces? Did your vaginal secretions get on anyone?
After the round of remaining no’s, he put the paper away, and pulled out a Polaroid camera from a box. "I need to take pictures of the places you say you were touched... where would you feel most comfortable starting?"
Kimmy breathed hard. The invasive questions had made her feel very exposed, but now pictures? She bit her lip. “Uh.. my legs?”
"Okay, then. could you give your wrap to the officer, then?"
Trying to keep herself covered with her arms and hands, Kimmy took off the blanket and handed it over.
"Okay then. Put one leg up on this stool, and then I'll take a picture of the inside of your thigh. Then we'll do the other side."
Arm over boobs hand over pussy, Kimmy put her leg up.
"I'm sorry, I'm going to need you to remove your hands from the shot,. Please."
"B..but you'll see my..my.. pussy!"
"I'm sorry, but the photo will be invalid otherwise."
Kimmy mumbled "Oh my god", took a breath and worked up the courage to do it.. then blushed and removed her hand, moving it up so both arms cover her boobs, and exposes her shaved pussy.
A bright flash, and the polaroid cranked out a picture from the bottom.
The examiner put the picture to develop on the table. "Okay, and switch legs."
“M..my pussy wont be in the picture will it?”
/me puts the other leg up, legs slightly apart
Bob shrugs. "I mean, this isn't a penthouse spread, or anything. It's just high in the corner of the picture."
"It kind of feels like it is!"
Bob took a picture of your other leg.
“This is very embarrassing.”
"Now then, the back of your thighs and buttocks, and your breasts remain. Which would you prefer to do next."
“um.. buttocks.”
"OK, then, could you turn around."
Kimmy stood up and turned, showing her firm round bare ass.
He took another picture.
"OK, just the breasts remain. Please turn around."
She turned around nervously, arms over her boobs.
"Arms above your head, please."
She blushed and bit her lip as she raises her hands up, exposing her big tits and leaving her nude in front of the 2 men.
Bob took a picture of first one breast, then the other.
"OK I need you to hop on the table. Next, I need to comb through your hair to look for hairs that aren't yours."
Bob turned a bright light on your head, and put on wearable magnifying glasses. He takes a plastic comb and began to slowly comb through every inch of her hair. It took forever. He finished that, and looked under all her finger nails for tissue. Then, he looked a little sad. "I'm sorry, but next, I have to comb through your pubic hairs."
“B..but i dont have any.”
He pulled some gynecology stirrups out of the table. Clearing his throat, he said "You ... uhhh ... have some stubble."
Kimmy trembled as she put her legs up in the stirrups. He brought the bright light down to shine on her mons, and began to comb through the stubble. When he was done, he turned off the bright light.
“OK, nearly there, 2 more steps.” He turned off the room lights, and turned on a black light, and ran it across her body. He pointed out her breasts. “There are the secretions you mentioned, I just need to swab them.”
Kimmy suppressed a moan as the swab ran across her nipples, making them stand up.
He turned on the room lights again. “Last step … I need to do an internal swab.”
“Internal … where?”
“Gynecological.”
Kimmy shook her head. “No. Please. I swear, there’s no … DNA … there!”
The officer cocked his head.
She rolled her eyes. “Fine!” She blushed as Bob pulled out a metal speculum.
“I’m really sorry, but lube interferes with the exam, so this may be a little uncomfortable going in.”
Kimmy tried to ignore the cold metal slipping itself in, unsuccessfully. She felt Bob open it up, and he twisted the knob that held it open. He passed the swab in, and pulled it out. “That’s it, you’re all done.”
Then, Bob accidently twisted the release knob the wrong way. It clamped down on her too-near clit, and firmly stuck.
Kimmy squealed. “W-what!” She instinctively reached for the offending device, but touching it sent powerful jolts through her.
“Oh no! I’m so …!” He fiddled with the knob, pulled at the device, but that just made Kimmy writhe more.
“Uhh, uhh, I’m going to get the doctor to help.” With that, he quickly left the room.
Kimmy tried to get out of the stirrups, but every move caused the speculum to jostle, stimulating her more.
The doctor came in with Bob, and repeated a lot of the same steps Bob did, much to Kimmy’s further stimulation.
She grit her teeth, and told them to stop.
“I have an idea,” the doctor said, leaving the room.
As Kimmy waited for the doctor to return, the two men waited in increasing discomfort, as Kimmy tried harder to suppress her moans. As she edged closer, even breathing brought her closer.
The doctor burst back in. “I’m going to try spraying the stuck knob with WD40.”
“Please … anything!”
The doctor lined up the nozzle, and fired a blast that struck her clit more or less directly. This pushed Kimmy over the edge, loudly and dramatically, in front of the three uncomfortably frozen men.
The doctor collected himself first, and was now able to successfully unscrew the device and pull it out.
The doctor took a deep breath, and then excused himself.
Kimmy collected herself, and pulled herself out of the stirrups, onto shaky legs. The officer handed her the blanket back.
“I … I’m so sorry,” Bob sputtered. “That was so … bad …”
Kimmy just wanted to go. “Are we done here?”
Bob nodded, and she followed the officer out.
As she was led through the ER, all eyes were on her. She suddenly realized everyone had heard her.

[newbalogna]

Kimmy was dropped off at home, where she had to return the blanket to the officer. She handed it to him through the crack in her door, closing it as he left.
The power was still off in the house, and she was absolutely exhausted. She put some random food in her stomach, then crawled into bed.
She awoke in the morning to hear back up beeping from a vehicle in her drive way.
She wondered what it could be, when she heard a knock at her door.
She forgot for a moment her particulars looking for something to throw on. As realization dawned, she crept naked to her door.
“Yes, hello?” she said, staring through an open crack.
“Uh, AC repair. You called?”
“Uhh, this isn’t a good time. Can you come back?”
“Yeah, if you want us to come back, it may be weeks … your unit is outside anyway, so we shouldn’t … disturb you.” He looked in hopefully through the crack in her door.
“OK, that’s fine, thank you.” She slammed the door.
Suddenly, she realized the power was back on. She ran to her utility room, and the washer had all its lights blinking. She pressed a button, and she heard water draining out of the machine. Within a few seconds, she heard the lock release. She opened the door. Inside was a cold, heavy mass of clothes, that smelled slightly musty. She pulled them out of the washer and on to the floor. She thought about putting them in the drier, but if she lost power, she’d face the same problem she did yesterday. So she decided to line dry them … just as soon as the AC repair men left her back yard.
She was almost done with breakfast, when suddenly she heard a commotion net to her house.
“Run … RUN!!”
There was a furious knock at her door.
She ran and opened it a crack.
“Your AC unit is on fire, and its right next to your main gas line. You gotta get out of the house, now!”
The force of his voice made her panic, and she was suddenly running out as is.
As she stood on her lawn, she watched the fire from the unit spread to her house.
She turned to the man. “You have to do something!” She suddenly remembered her situation, and covered up, blushing.
“We’ve already called the fire department.”
The fire department arrived, set up quickly, and began to hose down the side of her house.
And then … a news van pulled up.
A reporter she recognized from TV stepped out. “Holy cow, the house is on fire.” Suddenly, he locked eyes with her. “I can’t believe it, she’s STILL naked. Get the camera going NOW!”
Within seconds, she was being confronted y the reporter and the camera man. “Many citizens of this community have been offended by your streaking yesterday. How do you respond?”
“What? My house is on fire! Can’t you see what’s going on?”
“How do you respond to allegations that you had sex with a minor during your nude romp yesterday?”
“What? No … that’s not … the police didn’t charge me with that!”
“What did the police charge you with?”
“Nothing! Why are you asking me this? Can’t you see what’s happening?”
“Are you naked as some kind of protest?”
“No, I’m naked because my house might explode! Get off my property!”
The reporter signed off, and then the camera man put down the camera.
“Thank goodness she wasn’t an uggo,” he said to the camera man.
She was shaking with rage when the fire man interrupted her. “Uhh, miss. Your fire is out. We’ve had a look through the structure. Everything is fine except the utility room. The floors and the walls may no longer be sound there, so don’t go in at all.”
Kimmy stammered. “B-but … all my clothes are in there!” But she was already talking to the back of her head.
The AC guy came over apologetic. “Uhh … we’ll mail you our insurance forms … you can send them to your home owner’s insurance company once you receive them. Also … I called my boss … we’ll fix you unit for free … once all the other damage is repaired.”
Her head was still ringing as she closed her front door, and everyone drove away.
As her nerves settled down, she realized she had to investigate that pile of clothes in her utility room, no matter what. So she found her self cautiously approaching.
The room was very smoky, and the walls and floor next to the walls were blackened.
But the moist clothes in the center of the room looked untouched.
She crossed the threshold, and her first foot step creaked strangely. Her next one creaked ominously. She froze in place. As she looked around, she realized that it seemed the washing machine was leaning forward at an angle it had not in the past.
She backed up, and decided to crawl on her belly. The floor creaked but not quite as loudly. She reached the clothes. They was a little warmer than before, but not much so. It seems the moisture protected them from the heat. She tried to pull an article of clothing out, but they were all mushed together in a mass that she couldn’t untangle from her position. She tried to pull it but it was too heavy. Then, not thinking, she put one foot on the ground and tried to lift the pile.
Immediately that foot sunk through a large hole she had just made. Her other leg splayed out flat on the floor. Sudden pain poked her butt cheek as sharp floor boards poked into it. She put both her hands on the sides of the hole she had made to support her weight, and the pain in her cheek lessened dramatically.
She tried to pull out her leg, but it seemed to be wedged under something. She yanked harder, but then suddenly the hole in front of her grew bigger.
The pile of clothes fell into the hole. As it grew even bigger, the washing machine tipped forward, and then fell on top of the pile, into the hole.
As the washing machine wet down, metal groaned underneath her. A gentle spray of water emerged from under the floor, as a pipe that the washer lay on began to bend and break.
The hole grew bigger, eventually getting to the wall, which also collapsed into the forming hole. The rubble put more stress on the pipe, which bent further. The gentle mist of water suddenly turned into a rather forceful stream, suddenly directed right between her open legs.
Kimmy gasped with the sudden stimulation. She tried to cover herself, but the moment she took her hands off the floor, her weight once again came down on the sharp broken timbers digging into her butt.
As the dust cleared from the hole in her wall, she saw it lead out to her front yard. Outside, a neighbor had come to investigate the strange commotion at her house. He found himself looking in the new hole directly at her. “Are you OK?”
Kimmy grit her teeth, fighting the stimulation of the water. “P-please .. help me ..”
She tried to climb in through the hole. But it creaked and some dust fell on him. “I’ll … uhh .. call 911.”
The force of the water grew slowly as the pipe opened more, making her moan between her teeth, and writhe involuntarily.
Suddenly, she noticed the guy who had just called 911 seemed to be filming her.
“No, please … UHH … don’t …”
Suddenly, there was another neighbor looking in the hole at her. “Hey, Hello there!”
The both starred at her.
Writhing, her breath ragged, unable to cover herself, she begged “Please .. just .. don’t look …”
They starred, transfixed.
“Did you try …” the new gawker began.
“Yep. I couldn’t.”
“How about …”
“Already did. On their way.”
He nodded. “OK, then.” They both proceeded to watch her display of increasing involuntary pleasure. Sirens grew in the distance.
Both Kimmy and the fire department arrived at the same time.
The fire department cleared away the gawkers, and found the water main, giving Kimmy immediate relief. She panted as she collected herself.
The fire fighters stared at her through the hole, discussing different ways to stabilize the structure and extricate her. Meanwhile, she was just stuck there, exposed to everyone.
Finally, a fire man came at her from the door behind her, carefully pulling up some boards with his axe. He was able to pull her into the hallway.
“Weren’t we JUST HERE, telling you that THAT was the only room you shouldn’t go into?”
“I’m sorry, but my clothes were in there.”
“You’re going to need extensive repairs to make this house livable again. We had to turn off the water main, so you’ll need a plumber first to fix that pipe. But you can’t stay here in this heat without running water, you’ll die. You need to find someone to stay with until the water is fixed.”
The fire fighters cleared out after that.

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Kimmy thought about who she wanted to go to like this. She didn’t want her friends or family seeing her like this. But she realized by now the whole neighborhood probably knew about this. So she was probably best off with her next door neighbors.
She sprinted across her yard into theirs, and knocked on the door. Every second that passed made her heart race with fear.
The door opened, and their 13 year old son Jason opened the door.
He stood there, mesmerized at the sight before him.
“Look, can you let me in?”
“Uhh … dad … ?” he called back, not even blinking.
A heavy set of footsteps approached the door. “Yes, hel-“
Suddenly, Steve, her neighbor, was in the same trap as his son.
“May I come in? PLEASE?”
He snapped out of it. “Yes … “
Kimmy darted in the moment he moved out of the way.
“Uhhh … my wife isn’t here right now …”
“Please … do you have anything for me to wear?”
“Uhhh … yeah … let’s go upstairs …”
As Kimmy followed him up the steps, she filled him in on the short version of what happened.
He showed the master bedroom closet. “Feel free to put on anything that fits. I’ve got a party for the game this afternoon, and the boys will be here any minute …”
As he left, Kimmy looked through the closet. His wife was petite, and she knew by sight nothing would fit of hers. She tried on some of his pants and shorts, but even with the fly open, she couldn’t get the waist over her hips.
She tried some of his button down shirts, but the top buttons wouldn’t even come close to closing. The first button that would fit under protest was around her belly button, making her feel like Jessica Rabbit.
With great difficulty, she got on one of his t-shirts. It was very tight in the chest, making it impossible for her to breathe. And it didn’t go below her waist.
She tried pulling it off, but the tight shirt was having trouble rolling over her shoulders. And when it did, she found her arms pinned above her head. She hopped and twisted and contorted and was eventually able to free herself.
As the shirt popped off, she saw Jason staring at her from around the corner.
She blushed and covered up. “A little privacy, please!”
The kid did not move.
“That means go!”
He snapped out of it, and left.
She shivered, and headed to the adjoining master bath. She wrapped a bath towel around herself.
She head down the stairs. Steve was setting up snacks downstairs, trying (and failing) not to sneak glances up her towel as she descended. “Uhh .. folks will be here any moment. My wife decided to avoid the testosterone by shopping with her friends. Help yourself to something to eat …”
She ate and drank cautiously, keeping one hand on her towel at all times. Guests started coming in, and naturally began gravitating to the young lady wearing only a towel.
“Where can I stay?” she asked Steve.
“Well … the guest room is full of boxes. Also there’s no bed. The couch in the basement is pretty comfortable though.”
She snuck off to the basement.
Down there, she examined it. It was partly finished, and had old furniture strewn about. As she was circling, she saw Jason standing on the staircase. She clutched her towel tighter.
“My mom says you’re a Jezebel. I googled it.”
Kimmy scoffed. “I am not a Jezebel. I’m just having a terrible weekend. Why did she say that?”
“Because she gets mad at Dad when he watches you.”
“Well, I don’t want your Dad watching me!”
He started going up the stairs, but stopped halfway up. “Please don’t make them fight.” He continued the rest of the way up.
Kimmy tried to relax on the couch. Upstairs, she heard the guys cheering.
She had become thirsty from the amount of salty snacks she had eaten, and wet upstairs for something to drink.
The guys were fixated on the TV. An impressive number of empty beer cans accumulated between them.
As she poured herself some water in the kitchen, she heard the news flash music, with an overly serious announcer say “This local woman streaking her town. Why the police are powerless to arrest her, and what some community members are doing about it, tonight, at 10.”
“Hey,” one of the guests slurred. “That’s towel girl!”
She put down the glass and immediately went to the basement, but one of the guests was up and blocking her way.
“We saw you on the news” he slurred, beery breath washing in her face.
“You didn’t have to get all dressed up for us,” another said.
“Guys, just leave her alone,” Steve interrupted.
“What are you scared for? Your wife ain’t here!”
Suddenly, someone who had snuck behind her whisked her towel away from her.
She squealed and covered herself. “Give that back!”
“Guys, knock it off!” Steve yelled. He tried to grab the towel, but it was thrown to another of his guests.
Within moments, it was a game of keep away.
“What is going on here?” a woman’s voice screeched.
Everybody froze. It was Lisa, Steve’s wife.
“And what is this harlot doing here, wearing … nothing? NOTHING!”
“Please,” Kimmy began.
“Shut your filthy mouth! Steve, you let her do her dance of the seven veils in here while you were watching Jason? ARE YOU INSANE?”
“Swee-“
“Don’t you sweetheart me! Have your filthy tramp leave before I kick the both of you out!”
“I have nowhere to go!” Kimmy pleaded, tears in her eyes.
“That is not my problem. If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling the cops!”
“No, please .. you can’t!”
“Just watch me!” She said, picking up a cordless phone.
Kimmy lunged for the phone as well. They both grabbed it, and after a stunned moment, began to grasp wrists, pull arms, and then they both fell down together.
The guys collectively inhaled, as they ignored the game.
As they grappled, suddenly, Jason joined the fray. “She’s not a Jezebel, mom!” He tried to pull her up by her shirt, but ended up ripping her shirt off. Given the heat, it appeared she decided to forgo a bra today.
She finally let go of the phone, as her sharp gasp turned into a piercing scream.
“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON!” she wailed, as she fell on top of Kimmy. Now the clawing and hair pulling began in earnest.
“Steve! Why aren’t you calling the cops?”
“Because he’s sick of those tiny titties of yours!” Kimmy shouted. She was able to flip on top of her, and pin her down, waving her breasts in her face.
Lisa wriggled out from under, and lunged for the cordless phone on the floor.
Kimmy lunged for Lisa, grabbing the hems of her shorts and panties.
Lisa had the phone.
Kimmy had Lisa’s bottoms.
Furious, Lisa dialed 3 digits.
Past a small forest of frozen men, Kimmy ran out the front door.

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That's it for now. I'll post more chapters as Kimmy and I roleplay them out.

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Kimmy has declared it was too repetetive. :-(

If anyone wants the story to continue, they can roleplay with me, or they can just write further chapters, if they feel so inclined.

Sorry if anyone is disappointed. Gals, they'll break your heart!