Bonnie Cuts Loose

Bonnie began learning all this about herself right around the time she closed her second decade, coincidentally the same few months she started getting her personal arrangements in order and setting up the private living quarters she so desperately wanted. Her parents had a pool, so in the summertime most of her free time had been spent there. And on non-school nights she liked to stay up late, secretly waiting until they'd gone to bed, adjourn outside in her bathing suit, but then take it off, and skinny dip.

Oh, it felt so refreshing and free to her, to achieve the practically forbidden feeling of immersing the entirety of her skin beneath the clear, rippling surface, in the simultaneously cool and warm water, without the constraint of a bathing suit caging her breasts and pinching at her bush. She'd keep the bathing suit nearby just in case someone should come outside, but virtually never needed to panic and yank it back on herself. She loved to sink underwater, then lower her head, face up, float on her back and let her teenage boobs bob up and down over the surface. It was the most fun and also the biggest secret she kept as an adolescent. She felt sad about the pool among many other reasons when she moved out, though her parents still received a lot of visits from her from May through September. And if she got to be a doctor one day, she could definitely afford her own pool.

Prancing about her own home in her birthday suit was great fun itself, except when an unexpected visitor showed up at the door. The occasional neighbor or solicitor or census taker (or Witness) heard a lot of faint "Just a minute!"s and "I'll be right there!"s and "COMING!"s upon arrival. She thought about ordering pizza and accepting it in the flesh when it came, and the idea entertained her so much she started giggling uncontrollably. She thought it might give the delivery person quite a thrill—not that she was trying to be immodest—and maybe even make their day at the parlor when she ordered from then on. The drivers would fight over who got to deliver it, she thought, laughing. Oh, that sounded even more egoistic, but who cared. And she loved her medical office, but she couldn't help but wish she got to work from home so she could essentially earn money for being naked.

And that thought almost always led straight to considering a very different employment opportunity, involving an audience, a stage and a pole. But that was one vocational path down which she wouldn't be wandering. That too was fun to fantasize about, but even should she have the desire and the guts to try that, it wouldn't work out very well. She'd get too self-conscious, and then she'd get too aroused. The show would still probably be pret-ty entertaining one way or another, she pondered with a chuckle, but, eh...no.

The medical center office compensated her pretty decently, and Denmore was helping her along with grants and student loans, so as long as she kept up her diligence, it seemed she had nothing to worry about. Her home sort of resembled a standalone equivalent of a studio apartment, a little bigger, but roomy enough for her belongings and regular nude dancing around. Sometimes moving the span of twelve mere feet inside her house, she'd jeté and pirouette her way along, for no other reason than that she simply could.

Bonnie's neighborhood was a nice residential suburb, in the middle of a mess of streets running so straight and perfectly perpendicular to one another, a giant game of tic-tac-toe could be played on the dwellings. She was at the end of this block of her street, 800 Copper Drive, at the intersection of Copper Drive and Kit Kat Street. While she'd lived here a year and a half, it was a sizable block, and she didn't know a lot of her neighbors—not that she was a social wallflower, but most of her free time at home was spent doing something important and consequential like schoolwork, or something inane and frivolous like eating and sleeping. She kept meaning to meet them, but meaning to and actually doing it were two different things.

Bonnie'd been waiting for the merry, merry month of May for a while. Winter usually spilled over into April, i.e., spring's rightful territory, but even it knew it was time to go eventually. Literally since last May 1st, there was something Bonnie had been planning to do. Well, she hadn't exactly been planning it since then. One year ago today—she remembered because of the warmer May weather—the initial idea was planted in her mind. At the time she laughed, deeming it utterly ludicrous, and promptly dismissed it.

But when June, July and August arrived one by one and the idea kept bobbing up in her mind like a buoy, she thought it less silly. Why can't I stop thinking about it if it's such a dumb idea? she thought. September, October and November passed in succession, and her mindset shifted to, well, it's a little cold now, but not only does seems it so silly anymore, at this point I could actually almost see myself doing it. She spent chunks of December, January and February not only seriously considering it, but also adding little details and offshoots. By March it was almost impossible to get the idea off her mind. By April she had the entire plan mapped out.

The whole time at work, on this interminable Friday, she was anxious and excited. The doctor, RNs and other trainees noticed, but didn't think anything of it, choosing instead to presume, Oh, she's just having a good, happy day. At quitting time, she bid them a casual, matter-of-fact daily goodbye, ta-ta, sweet dreams, what have they, and she kept her cool all the way until she got in the car. And then she proceeded to drive home in exhilaration.

***

May 1st, 9:12 p.m.

The sun was officially down.

Okay, she thought, taking quick breaths, her heart going like a drum solo. She stretched, made sure she had what she needed, and finally put on her sneakers. Recon is complete. Preparations are complete. Conditions are complete. The time...is...oh my God...

She inhaled and told herself to keep steady. The time is upon us.

She was getting more both stimulated and scared by the second. Her pulse was going like crazy. Different parts of her body were debating over the whole scheme. As if they were forming an elaborate dialogue.

Are you sure about this? her brain asked nervously (no pun intended).

She's sure! She's sure! insisted her pussy, which was basically in charge right now.

Of course she's sure! declared one of her boobs.

Yeah, we've been waiting for it all year! agreed the other.

I still just don't know, hesitated the brain. Maybe we should ask the heart.

HEY, leave me out of this; I just pump the blood. I don't weigh in on decisions like this.

HA! the breasts shouted at the brain.

That's right, we got'cha outnumbered, three to one, said the vagina. Legs! Ready?

Ready!

Feet! Ready?

Ready!

Everything else! All set?

Yup!!

But— the brain started to say.

It's a go! shouted the pussy. Let's do this!

There she had it; she was too sexually jacked up and excited to think about it. Her vagina was in charge. She blew out an eager breath, whispered, "Okay!" and headed to the door.

Carrying a total of five objects on her, she unlocked the door...slowly pulled it open...slipped between it and the screen door...pulled it closed...leaned down and locked it...slipped out from the screen door and let it silently close...took a long, thorough look around...and shaking like a leaf, took her first step out into the backyard...completely naked...except for her shoes and socks.

***

May 1st, 9:19 p.m.

Her legs were quivering, almost as if about to give out under her. Her feet were frigid. Her hands were trembling as much as her legs. Her fingers felt numb. She ran towards the shadows, trying to warm up the two big blocks of ice in her shoes.

She had a folded-up blanket and a small mace spray in her hand in case of emergencies. And one other object, around her neck, to which her house key was chained. She took the last item, the flashlight, from inside the blanket and turned it on, then switched hands so her left hand was holding everything.

For obvious reasons, she said nothing out loud, letting the varied parts of her body continue their inner dialogue.

BRAIN: I knew this wasn't a good idea.

LEGS: We're starting to get scared too.

FEET: Ohhhh...God...and we have to do all the work! It's all up to us!

VAGINA: All right, STEADY, steady. We can do this.

HEART: Yeah, that's easy for you to say! You're not working a mile a minute to keep this up!

VAGINA: Hey, I'm orchestrating this whole deal, in case you forgot, ya twit.

BRAIN: Why the hell did you make us bring those stupid binoculars, ya twat?

VAGINA: Well, why the hell do you think??

BRAIN: Three words: this, is, sick.

VAGINA: Too damn bad; you brought it up, now I'm moist. Hand!

HAND: Coming...

The residences on the even-numbered side of Copper Drive had no fences around their backyards. Not a one, actually. The odd-numbered side's backyards had nothing but fences. Behind the houses on her side, from 800 all the way up to 830, ran a woody dirt path lined with trees. The trees were in full bloom, and would make good camouflage. There were no streetlights anywhere near. She only had to hope her footsteps didn't make too much noise.

VAGINA: See? What did I tell you? All we had to do was make it to the dirt trail. Now we're fine. Hand, back to position one.

HAND: Yes, ma'am...

BRAIN: Oh? And what if someone else happens to be on the trail? What then?

VAGINA: Hey, I was smart enough to make her bring the blanket, wasn't I? Besides, if anybody made us bring something unnecessary, it was you with that mace!

BRAIN: "Unnecessary"??

VAGINA: Yeah! Have you even been through this neighborhood? These people literally wouldn't hurt a fly!

BRAIN: What? How do you know? We haven't even met half the neighbors!

VAGINA: Vaginal intuition. Just go with me on this. Now keep a lookout!

BRAIN: Sigh. Whatever you say.

EARS: Gasp. Uh-oh...eyes??

EYES: CAR!

VAGINA: Move it!

FEET: YIKES!!

Fortunately, there wasn't a lot of traffic at night near this end of Kit Kat Street. But there was some. Bonnie took off and sprinted for sixty feet until she was behind 802. She'd gotten quite a rush already from that small chance of being spotted. She was still so frightened she thought she was going to pee herself.

Nevertheless, she was getting increasingly turned on. She'd had the nerve to go through with it, and she was actually streaking, for the first time in her life, through her own neighborhood. She couldn't believe it. She was terrified still, but her terror ironically brought the sexual desire forth. The only thing that could enhance the situation was streaking before a crowd of people with all their clothes on, which was an impossibility anywhere but in her mind. Her pussy was moist. She fingered it delicately and cautiously.

VAGINA: Oh, God, that felt good! Eyes! 802: lights?

EYES: Negative, ma'am.

VAGINA: That's okay, we've still got fourteen houses to go.

LEGS: Oh, stuff it!

FEET: Yeah! We're all scared to death out here, we're doing all the work, and all you can think about is perving on someone!

VAGINA: Hey, excuse the hell outta me if I actually needed to be outside for once in our life! Right, boobs? You with me?

BREASTS: Yeah...but we're nervous too.

NIPPLES: You can say that again. We're literally scared stiff.

VAGINA: All right, steady pace...eyes, stay peeled...

NOSE: Mmm...oh, gosh, those cherry blossoms are heavenly! I love spring!

VAGINA: Ah! There, finally a part of us that's getting into the spirit of it. This is supposed to be an adventure, remember? Aren't the rest of you excited?

STOMACH: I...I...guess maybe you're right...I'm a little queasy, but...I don't get to be out a lot either, and the air is nice...

EYES: We wish we'd brought a little more than just a flashlight...but otherwise...yeah, this isn't so bad.

EARS: Yeah, y'know, and we kinda like the crickets ourselves.

BRAIN: Just be careful one of 'em doesn't jump on us.

LEGS: AAAHH! Brain, why'd you have to go and say that??

EYES: Coming up on 804, ma'am.

VAGINA: Excellent! Lights?

EYES: Negative.

VAGINA: Really?!

EARS: Uh-oh!

VAGINA: What now??

Bonnie heard something alarming: rapid footsteps approaching, coming her way, and a human voice shouting, "C'mere! Here, girl!"

A high-pitched, repetitive barking accompanied the quick pawsteps. Oh, God, she thought with fright. Someone was walking their dog. She had to do something. She hadn't figured dog-walkers into her equation, but, here was exactly why she had the blanket, thank goodness. She dropped the flashlight and mace, hurriedly unfurled the blanket, whipped it around herself, grabbed the other two items back up again and dashed behind the nearest tree. If someone found her in this condition, she'd still have some explaining to do, but at least she'd avoid some real embarrassment.

Now that she could think, she was pretty sure that animal barking was a Chihuahua. She cringed, trying not to move a muscle.

"Hey, girl!" the owner said, laughing as he picked up the dog. "What's goin' on? What's gotten into you, ya goof?"

Good question! thought Bonnie, even though she knew he wasn't talking to her.

She couldn't help but laugh just a little to herself. This was almost exactly like a scene right out of The Little Mermaid, she thought, with only two differences. One, he wasn't interested in seeing what the dog was, thank goodness, and two, it might've made Ariel all lovey-dovey, but it didn't make her horny beyond belief.

At last, the dog and its owner were back on their way. Bonnie sighed in relief and slowly lifted the blanket back off herself. The light breeze tickled her all over. The sweet aroma of the buds and blossoms floated into her nostrils. She could hear birds chirping even at this late hour. The trees, as aforementioned, were in full bloom. Spring really was her favorite season. Only summer could rival its natural sensuality. Meanwhile, 806 too was completely dark.

VAGINA: For crying, out, LOUD! What's going on here?

BRAIN: Well, it is Friday night...lots of folks are out doing stuff.

VAGINA: Just our luck.

HEART: You know, vage, all you and clitty ever think about is sex, sex, sex.

CLITORIS: Um, DUH!! 'S kinda our job!

HEART: I know, but you're not the only part of this body with feelings and desires.

EYES: Wait a minute...wait a minute...we've got lights on in 808, ma'am!

VAGINA: Yes! Legs, feet, do your stuff!

BRAIN: This is ridiculous...what do you think you're gonna see? What are the chances people are doing anything besides watching TV right now? And even if they are having sex, who's gonna do it right in front of an open window?

VAGINA: Hey, you never know, wise girl. Besides, the voyeurism's just a bonus. The main thing is that we're out here naked. GOD, this is so hot...see, brain? You brought it up, again, and now we're horny. Again. Hand!

HAND: Be right there, ma'am.

Bonnie kept fondling herself approaching 808. Even if she didn't see anything with her own physical eyes, there was always her mind's eye. She could always just look through the binoculars and pretend. Her heart was still pounding like gangbusters. The novelty had long, long yet to wear off. She had to take a moment to digest the reality: outside, nude! Only footwear, and otherwise naked to the bone! And moving further and further away from her house. She must have been even braver than she thought.

BRAIN: Or stupider.

VAGINA: WILL you GIVE it a REST!! All right, are we in position?

EYES: Few more steps, ma'am. ...Aaaaaaand, stop.

VAGINA: Hand! Binoculars!

BRAIN: Oh, for crying out loud! This is depraved! I want nothing to do with this. I would say leave me out of it, but we can't really do that, now can we?

VAGINA: Pipe down. I'm in charge, remember? Eyes, anything?

EYES: Looks like...an elderly couple...sitting with their feet up...eating...something out of a bowl...and watching TV.

BRAIN: Y'know, it's the strangest thing with me: somehow, I never get tired of being right.

VAGINA: All right, all right, fine, moving on.

EYES: Looks like there might be something going on in 810, gotta get a little closer to s—

EARS: Wait a minute...wait a minute...is that a...

EYES: Oh no...

EARS: It is! It's a siren!

EYES: COP CAR!

BRAIN: Hit the dirt!!

Bonnie panicked and again threw herself behind a tree, on the ground in a ball. She tried to be as still as she could. All she could think about suddenly was the big strong police officer in that car, male or female, with the gun, the nightstick, the uniform, everything...coming to get li'l' ol' her. She and her naked body forced to submit to such a powerful authority figure...hands cuffed behind her back...unable to shield her chest and pussy...holy smoke. She was more aroused than she had ever been before in her life.

EYES: Good night nurse!

VAGINA: OH dear God, YES!! I'm soaking! And I—ooh, and we even got a little dirt on me.

BREASTS: We felt that too!...Gosh, what a rush!

BRAIN: Are you all insane??! Do you realize what could've happened to us just now?

VAGINA: Oh, God...

HEART: Be still, Bonnie's beating me...

EYES: Okay...okay...we think we're cool. It just turned the corner. It's gone now; we're good.

MOUTH: Gasp. Would it've killed us to bring a bottle of water??

LEGS: Well...what do we do now?

FEET: We're not even halfway up the block!

VAGINA: I...I need a release. I can't hold it back any longer.

BRAIN: Great...I suppose we're gonna have to sit here and rub one out.