Patient Narrative - Christina Melendez - entry two: forced streaking and a "sleep-over"

We were shocked. They actually pushed us out the front door and made us leave the school, wearing nothing except our shoes. I couldn't believe it! First that awful paddling, then forced hand-holding and hugs with the girl I most hated in the world, and now having to run home naked, and with her! I was speechless and had no idea what to do.

Yvonne was not nearly as freaked out. She didn't even seem too bothered by our situation. She looked around and then touched my shoulder. It was different than anything she had ever done to me before. It was a friendly and reassuring touch, that came naturally. And with that, I realized we were no longer enemies. Mr. Skaggs was right. To get home we'd have to work together.

"So, where do you live?"

"My house is on 95th and Maple. I think it's about four miles from here."

"Yeah. Then we're goin' to your place. I live in Eastwood Apartments. It might be closer, but we'd have to cross the freeway to get there."


"It won't be four miles. More like two. I know a shortcut into your neighborhood. It's kinda weird, but it'll get us there faster."

"What shortcut?"

"We run along the cars and between those buildings. There's a drainage tunnel behind the second building that goes under the Boulevard. That'll take us to the park."

"Sutter's Park?"

"Yeah, that one."

"A tunnel? I don't know... sounds kinda risky."

"It's hard to explain, but I know the route. It'll be all right. You're just gonna have to trust me. Please?"

"OK, I'll trust you."

"Let's go."

When we got to the tunnel, it appeared like a huge black round gaping hole, like an evil void from a horror movie that would swallow us. The darkness looked really dangerous. I pulled back in fear.

"I... I don't wanna do this... I'm scared..."

"Just give me your hand. I'll get you to the other end. I know this is kinda scary and you can't see anything, but you gotta trust me. I know where we're going."

The tunnel and the pitch blackness seemed to go on forever. There was nothing, just an empty void and the echoes of our footsteps. The only thing I could feel was Yvonne's hand holding mine, leading me forward. I was so relieved when we finally got to the other end and saw some light. And she was right. We came out at Sutter's park. We were only a mile from my house.

There were some guys smoking pot in the park and they started cheering like crazy when they saw two naked girls running between the trees.

"Let's just run. No use in trying to hide. We just gotta get out of here."

She stayed in front until we got to the edge of the park. But then, since we were going to my house, I had to lead the way. I was running so hard I got a painful cramp in my stomach. Yvonne kept up with no problem.

It was dark, and the sidewalks were shaded with trees. The only hard part was the intersections. We had to run out into brightly lit streets and there were people driving around. I was terrified, but Yvonne knew what to do. She knew the drivers were going to see us running in the nude and there was nothing we could do about it. We just had to cross fast and keep going.

"They can see us just fine, but they can't do anything. They're moving and don't have the time to stop, park, get out of their cars and hold up their phones. We'll be two blocks away by the time any of them have their phones out."

Move - move - move. We kept going, trying to ignore all the honks and whistles. We ran past an old guy walking two big dogs. The dogs lunged at us, but he was able to hold onto them, just barely. That meant he couldn't say anything to the two streakers that had just run past him: he was too busy with the dogs.

Finally we got to my house. Fortunately none of my next door neighbors saw us. We ducked behind our bushes while I got out the key. We got through the front door and that was it. Our first streaking adventure was done.

Sweat was pouring down my body and I was gasping for breath. My knees were shaking so badly I had a hard time staying on my feet. I had blown all of the adrenaline in my body and had no strength left at all.

Meanwhile, Yvonne recovered after just a few breaths. She started stretching while she waited for me to get my wind back. Finally I was able to speak:

"We made it! We actually made it! So glad that's over..."

She smiled mischievously,

"I dunno. I think it was fun. I... I kinda liked it."

"Maybe you're right. It was. It was, sort of exciting." Then I shocked myself with my own words: "At least I'm glad I did it with you."

Yvonne smiled again.

"Mmmmmm... and I'm really glad I did it with you."

Things between us were changing very fast. We were safely in my house, which we had completely to ourselves. We could do whatever we wanted for the next 14 hours or so.

I could have lent Yvonne some clothes and called an Uber for her, and that would have quickly ended the night. But then she'd have to go home all sweaty and I didn't want to do that to her. Nor did I really want our adventure to end on such an abrupt note. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I wasn't ready to see her go.

Yvonne continued to stretch. She had no inhibitions showing off her thin muscular figure, and I started to wonder if she was doing it on purpose, to see what reaction she'd get out of me. And, I did find her attractive.

I remembered about my family's hot-tub and realized that would be a way we could do something that keep us from forcing to have an awkward "good night, see you tomorrow" moment.

"Hey, I've got something before you get dressed. We got a hot tub, if you wanna clean up before you go home."

"A hot tub? Let's see it."

I led her to the hot-tub room, which had a glassed view of our back yard, plenty of towels, and some workout equipment. The gym equipment was something my mom had gotten when she had an idea of getting into better shape, but never really used. My parents and I did use the hot-tub, so it had water in it and would be ready to get into a couple of minutes after I turned it on. I flipped the switch and the water started churning.

Yvonne's face lit up.

"So, what do you think?"

"Wow. It's as big as the one in we got at the pool in Eastwood! And without all the fat dudes jacking off in there! Awesome!

"Wanna jump in?"

"Yeah, I do." Yvonne kicked off her shoes and looked back at me. "But, only if you join me. He-he-he, looks kinda big for just one person."

"Yeah, I, I guess it is kinda big..."

"So, you're coming in?"


I kicked off my shoes and we both got in. At first we sat on opposites sides, just enjoying the hot water and jets cleaning off our bodies and relaxing our muscles. After a while we were curious to see how much our butts were still bruised from our school paddling. My butt still had marks on it, but Yvonne told me she figured they'd be gone by tomorrow morning. When I looked at her bottom, there were barely any marks on it at all. She put her hands on the side of the tub and let me have a good look. I knew that she was proud of her bottom and had every right to be. She had a really nice ass and I enjoyed looking at her.

She finally settled back into the water. She seemed disappointed. I started to wonder if maybe she was hoping I'd touch her. I kinda... did want to touch her. That would have been nice, and I missed my opportunity.

We stayed in the water for a long time. We were totally relaxed, but after a while we started to feel awkward again. We knew that at some point we'd have to get out. We'd dry off, and then what? She'd have to go home, finally, and I'd end up by myself, as always, in that stupid house 'cause my stupid parents were on their stupid cruise. Or, maybe not. It was weird. I realized I didn't want Yvonne to leave.

We dried off, and she offered to dry my back. I accepted. We each wrapped a towel around ourselves and went into the kitchen. When I offered her a glass of juice, she drank it immediately. When I refilled her glass, she took off her towel, laid it on a stool and sat down. She was completely naked, sitting in my kitchen with her elbows on our table, just sort of staring across the room, as though she didn't know what to say. We had another awkward moment of silence. Finally I thought of something.

"I got a question."

"What's that?"

"You don't seem in any hurry to go home."

"I'm not. I don't like being there."

"Then how about a sleep-over?"

"He-he. That's a funny way to put it. I haven't done a 'sleep-over' since I was eight."

"Well, I think we'd get at least a little sleep."

"I 'spose. And what about your folks?"

"They're on that stupid cruise. Didn't invite me, of course. Not that I'd really want to go."

OK, so we got that far. Yvonne wasn't going home. She'd be spending the night at my house. But we still had to figure out what we were going to do next. Were we going to sleep together, or was she going to sleep in the guest room? And, if we were going to be "such good friends when this is over", as Mr. Skaggs put it, what kind of friends would we actually be?

I could tell that Yvonne was attracted to me. And I had been admiring her thin muscular body since we had to strip at school. This was getting weird, the direction we were going. I had been with two guys so far, but I had never been with another girl. I didn't know, really, what I wanted. I didn't know what I expected from Yvonne. Even had I known, had my thoughts been less confused, I would have had no idea how to start.

Yvonne did know what she wanted from me. She wanted to push past my confusion and doubts to see what having a sexual experience with me would be like. So, she took over. She started by commenting that my hair was all tangled. She offered to brush it and "get it looking real pretty". I knew right away it was not about my hair. That's how it would start, but there would be a lot more. I fully understood she was making a pass at me. I was nervous, but I knew that if I didn't accept whatever she was proposing, I'd regret it for the rest of my life.

"Uh... yeah, that'd be great."

When we went to my bedroom, I still had my towel wrapped around me. She left hers in the kitchen.

I sat down at my dresser and she got behind me. My room had a large mirror opposite the dresser that I had set up so that, if I was looking at the dresser mirror, I could see the reflection of my back as well. That meant, when Yvonne got behind me to brush my hair, I could study her bare backside. She brushed my hair and noticed my eyes staring at her reflection.

She spent long enough with the brush to get my hair straightened out. She ran her fingers through my hair to "check it". Then she put down the brush and rubbed my shoulders. She was testing me, to see if I wanted to go any further. I took a deep breath and moved my arms back as a subtle invitation for her to continue. That was the point of no return.

She slipped her hands under my towel and massaged the upper part of my chest. I took a deep breath and my heart pounded. She loosened the towel to touch the upper parts of my breasts along with my shoulders and chest.

"Hmmm? You like that?"


She kissed my shoulders and the back of my neck. She then opened my towel and massaged my breasts and stomach. She kept expanding the parts of my body she was touching: first my neck and shoulders, then my chest, and then my breasts and stomach. She got me to stand up. She put her hands on my shoulders and faced us to the larger mirror. I was naked, with my worst enemy standing naked behind me massaging my shoulders. I turned around and we started kissing. It was hard to believe this was actually happening.

She took control. She pushed me onto my bed, grabbed my wrists to pin me, and kissed me. She rubbed her body against mine. My shyness went away and I spread my legs so she could move her vulva against mine. She pulled up so I could see her face.

"You told me to kiss your ass. Still want me to do it? 'Cause you know what? I'm gonna kiss your ass real good."

She rolled me over a hard pillow that forced my bottom to stick up. Then I felt her hands and her lips all over my butt. She massaged and kissed my backside for a very long time, first on my bottom-cheeks, and then in between. I relaxed and let go of all control. I was hers. I now belonged to Yvonne. She could do with me whatever she wanted.

She had me roll on my back and moved her face between by thighs. Oh it felt so good. I tried to hold back but I just couldn't. As soon as her tongue touched my clit, the orgasm came. It was one of the best orgasms I ever had. And she kept going. I climaxed again and finally calmed down.

I was exhausted, but I knew she was excited and I owed her something after that awesome orgasm she gave me. I got up and she lay on her back. I didn't have a lot of experience, but my first boyfriend had given me oral and so I kinda knew what I needed to do with Yvonne. And, it was obvious she had done this before.

When I put my face between her legs and hesitated, she realized this was my first time doing this to another girl, so she was patient and guided me. When she came, I felt really good about it. It was strange, but I was totally proud of myself when she climaxed. When we finished, we hugged and she kissed me, even though the remains of her orgasm were all over my face.

"The principal said we're a couple of hypocrites. I guess that's true."

"I like being a hypocrite."

When we went back to the bathroom, I gave her a new toothbrush and we brushed our teeth together. Then we got on my bed, totally exhausted. I guess that was good, because otherwise we would have had a very awkward silence, trying to absorb what had just happened and what we had just done together. When we lay down, we held hands and went to sleep on our backs.

A little while later, I rolled on my side. She cuddled up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. She put her hands on my breasts and held on. And that is the way we slept a good part of the night, with her holding on to me. I couldn't figure if she had captured me or was protecting me, or both. But I knew that, at least for that night, I had to release control of myself and my body to my new lover.

I'm more of an early riser, so I woke up first. The emotion and adventure of last night had worn off, so I was more of my normal self when I sat up on the bed. I didn't regret anything that had happened, but I took a deep breath thinking about how weird my life had just gotten. I got a good look at Yvonne's body, now that it was light and she was lying still. She was lying on her stomach, so I was able to study her lovely bottom. As much as I wanted to touch her, I decided not to.

Instead I'd get some breakfast ready, and then, we would... have to go to school. After everything that had just happened between us, we'd have to go to school. Better to do that on a full stomach. Normally I wore an oversized t-shirt when I was in the kitchen, but I decided to leave it off that morning. I wanted to see what Yvonne's reaction would be when she came into the kitchen and got served breakfast by a naked hostess.

I did the standard eggs/bacon/toast thing with orange juice. No big deal, or so I thought. I heard Yvonne getting up and was happy to see her come into kitchen totally naked. But then I remembered that I had not given her much choice: she didn't have any clothes at the house, so the only covering available would have been a towel. So, our first meal together was in the nude.

She ate everything I gave her. As soon as she had cleaned her plate, I noticed her looking at the leftovers in the pan. I brought over the pan and dumped the contents on her dish, which disappeared almost as quickly as they landed. She told me I was a really good cook. I wondered: Geesh Yvonne, if you think I'm a 'really good cook', what are you used to eating?

After we finished breakfast, we went into my room so I could lend her some clothes. I let her pick out what she wanted to put on, but reminded her to avoid taking anything I had recently worn to school. Then we had to face the problem of how we were actually going to get to school.

From the beginning, we knew that whatever happened between us had to be kept secret from our so-called "friends", which meant there was no way we could ever be seen together. Yvonne suggested that we walk as far as the Sutter's Park tunnel, and then we'd split up and go towards the school from different directions. We'd have to ignore each other (which would be very hard to do) during the school day, but as soon as we got out of class and out of sight of the other students, we'd meet up and decide what we were going to do after class.

Our friends from each of our cliques noticed that we were acting weird, but they figured it was because of our punishment the night before, not because of anything that came afterwards. And when the day ended, for the first time in my life I was eager to get away from my clique. I told them I was busted by my parents for the fighting and that I had to go straight home. They tried to talk me out of it, and I realized what they were doing, they wanted to see if they could get me into even more trouble. But, being the "nerdy good-girl" that I had suddenly turned into, I broke away from them. I was totally happy when I saw Yvonne waiting for me near the tunnel.

Pub: Feb 07 2021 11:21 UTC
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