Patrolman Wordsley of the Colorado State Police could not have been more surprised if a giraffe walked up and asked him for directions.
Five gorgeous college girls crowded around his car all flirty and giggly, and after asking him one question, four of them stripped completely naked.
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Jen expected mountains, but the other side of the Colorado state line looked just like Kansas had for more than six boring hours. She sat cramped between Kathy and Sian in the back seat of the SUV with nothing to see out the windows and not enough room to take out her sketchpad.
At the first exit stood a little cluster of amenities to appeal to the weary traveler who'd had enough of Kansas already, thank you very much. The girls weren't looking for food, they had other plans, plans that depended on a new state law passed.
It was this state law that prompted hotels in Boulder to court the spring break crowd this year, and the girls were all in. They meant to take full advantage of it, but none of them were ready to take the plunge just based on what they'd read on the internet.
Yanna bounced and jiggled out of the car when they saw the cop.
"It's legal to be nude in public everywhere in the state now, right?" she asked him.
The cop confirmed it, eyeballing her chest very unprofessionally.
"So, if I were to do this," she reached down to the hem of her loose top and yanked it completely off, "you wouldn't arrest me?"
The look on the cop's face was priceless, though Jen could only glimpse it from behind the other girls. He made no move to put her in cuffs, despite Yanna hinting that she might enjoy that. Nor did he move when Yanna slid her shorts off her hips. Not even when, not to be upstaged, Elise, Kathy, and Sian followed suit.
They all looked at Jen, except the cop, whose eyes darted from one naked body to another, unable to pick just one to settle on.
"No, no, no," was all Jen could say. This was too much. Too public. She considered herself a free spirit, but of the more private kind. The kind that would drive for hours by herself just to see a new place, look at the scenery, watch the people, and sample the local food. She would take long walks through strange parts of town, or stop along a back road and pull out her sketchpad to draw erotic pictures of things she wished she could bring herself to do.
She was not the type to tease and flash the boys at parties like her friends. For one, she didn't have the tits for it, unlike Yanna, just little cones tipped with pert nipples. The few guys she'd let see and touch and have her body seemed to like them well enough. But then, when it came down to it, guys just liked tits.
They weren't much for showing off, for teasing. They were fine for high school, but college was a whole different ball game. She still felt like a little girl.
Her friends begged, pleaded, and bargained, while the cop silently watched. They insisted that she wouldn't want to feel left out. They finally cajoled her into agreeing to strip once they were safely back in the car by promising she could ride shotgun.
The four naked girls flounced back to the car, ignoring stares from every direction. Wholly committed, they leaned into the cavernous cargo area to dig out bags to stuff their clothes irretrievably into, pretending not to notice a carful of boys behind them enjoying a hefty deposit into their mental spank banks.
Then they changed the bargain.
"You have to put your clothes back here," Yanna insisted.
"But I can't get at them..." Jen knew that that was the point. They were going to ride nude, at least to the next gas stop, with no chance to change their minds. She gave in only because the thought of riding thigh to bare thigh with the other girls in the back sounded awful.
She didn't mind her friends seeing her; they were pretty casual about it around the dorm. But out in public? What if they had to change a tire on the side of the road? What about stopping for gas or a bathroom break?
She had no choice.
The girls had her back, shielding her from the boys as she stood under the big rear hatch of the SUV. They stood between her and them, facing them, bouncing and waving to the boys while Jen furtively peeled off her clothes, knowing the boys' attention would not be on her.
She had to admit that the air on her skin felt fantastic. The sun, the freedom. Not fantastic enough to want to turn and show the boys, but it was like those few times when she was sure she was alone and in a remote enough place that she would not be surprised...
Just get it over with, she decided. She didn't dare turn around. She could move to the front of the car and get in without having to expose herself too much.
But as soon as she tossed her bag into the car, the girls broke ranks and rushed to the car doors as if they'd been intentionally timing it. Because of course they had. Jen was alone and naked and in full view.
She froze, feeling the boys' eyes boring into her back, her ass. She stood up straight and clamped her legs together. Her buns were all the boys would see, her girly bits safely hidden. Bits that, to her horror, were beginning to moisten.
There was nothing else to do. She stood on her toes, clamping her cheeks together, and stretched to haul down the hatch. She dashed around the side of the car and grabbed for the front door handle.