Public Nudity/the boys stealthily remove your clothes

You climb into the back row of seats and settle down between Adam and Stevie, giving them an up close look at your cleavage and behind, respectively. Tommy and Zach, with Henry between them, turn around and smile at you over the back of their seats. Once you get settled Mrs. Munroe, Zach and Henry's mom, speaks up from behind the wheel.

"Good morning Claire! Are you sure you'd rather not sit in the passenger seat instead of the very back?"

"Morning Mrs. Munroe, and it's fine, I'm okay with sitting back here. And thanks for the ride," you reply. You look around at the boys, greeting their smiles with an innocent one of your own, pretending not to notice the glances at your chest they keep stealing when they think you won't notice. Yes, you're perfectly happy back here.

"It's no problem dear, I'm working the graveyard shift at the office so it's no trouble for me. But now that you're all here, which camp are we heading to? Camp Fremont or Camp Charleston?"

Now there is something you hadn't considered. Camp Fremont is closer, the one you can reach by foot in just a few hours, but is more compact and much more likely to be filled with other campers, while Camp Charleston is farther away, little over an hour by car if there's no traffic (which there always is), but it's much more spread out and likely to be less crowed. As you're thinking this over, however, it seems the boys had already decided.

"Camp Charleston," Zach says before turning towards you. "You don't mind, right Claire?"

You contemplate it for a brief moment.

"Sure, I don't mind."

"Alright, Charleston it is. Boys sit properly in your seats until we hit the highway," said Mrs. Monroe without turning around. In fact, you're pretty sure she hasn't looked back here the entire time you've been in the car, otherwise she might've had something to say about your outfit. Then again, Mrs. Munroe tends to have her eyes glued to the road at all times when driving, even when motionless.

As it stands, the boys whoop in excitement as they sit back in their seats properly and the van pulls back onto the road. You simply lean back and close your eyes and enjoy the ride as the boys whisper among themselves. You try listening in but fail to make out what they're saying. You're pretty sure it has something to do with the show they received earlier because you have no idea what else would make them so secretive. You do, however, know that your lack of a bra must be very apparent to anyone watching as you feel your boobs jiggle and bounce with every bump in the road. Doing your best to suppress a smile, you carefully crack open your eyes just enough to see while still appearing closed in order to look around.

Sure enough, even though Adam and Stevie are leaning forward to talk with the others, they're both facing you and very pointedly staring at your tits. The two obviously think your eyes are closed as they're not even trying to act discrete. Feeling their gazes on you sends a spike of excitement through your core, and you can feel the stiffness building in your nipples. You almost have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing as their eyes slowly widen seemingly in tune to your nipples gradually becoming erect.

Before long the van reaches the highway and you hear the seat belts around you unbuckle, so you open your eyes and stretch your arms out. Arching your back as you stretch pushes the seat belt deeper between your boobs, drawing your tank top taut against your chest and giving all the boys an up close look at your firmly erect nipples. You give it a second more then lean back into your seat and unbuckle yourself to relax with the rest of them. The boys hush up, acting a bit weird. Not long after, Zach calls for your attention.

"Claire, take a look at this," he says as he waves you forward.

You push yourself up and lean over the seats in front of you between Henry and Zach's headrests. The van hits a sizable bump as soon as you lean into the next row, throwing you off balance. You yelp your surprise and the boys rush to your aid, Tommy and Henry both reaching over each other to grab your arms and Stevie grabbing a very firm hold of your hips from behind. You'd be able to support yourself better if they weren't trying to save you, but it's nice that they're willing to help a girl in distress.

"I got her guys! Don't worry," Stevie announces, very obtusely. You can't completely straighten your legs from this position and can't grab onto the seat with the boys holding your arms, so you're forced to slide back a bit with your torso resting on the back of the seats and adjust your legs until they straighten. Sliding back had the unintended effect of dragging your tank top well above your waist, bunching it up under your breasts and halfway up your back. You are also aware of how your ass must be hovering in the air behind you, right in Stevie's face, with your shorts no doubt stretched as much as they can be.

The boys in front refuse to let go of you at first but you shoo them away as they share some nervous glances with the boys sat behind you. Finally you can focus on what you came up here for. In Zach's hands is a fancy looking camera in a camo styled casing. He starts rambling on about it and you do your best to try to listen but your attention is suddenly grabbed by the sensation of air against your backside. You put on an interested face and nod at the appropriate times as Zach talks, a skill you perfected listening to your younger siblings, but move your attention to what's going on behind you. You can sense four hands, undoubtedly Stevie and Adam, carefully guiding your waistband over the curve of your bottom and down your thighs. But you can hardly even feel the fabric of your shorts against your skin. You can't even remember him pulling it away. Stevie must have snuck his grip in after he grabbed you so roughly, and now they're stretching your shorts out into what must be a rectangular shape with how they're holding it,

You almost can't believe it. These boys, the same boys you hang out with all the time, who try and sneak glances at your body when they think you're not looking, who were reduced to near stammering wreck not an hour ago at the sight of your naked body, planned to strip you right here in the van! And you have to admit it, if not for a scant breeze or someone's sharp breath behind you, they might have gotten away with it. Otherwise you'd have thought your shorts just fell down on their own! But you can't let on that you know. Against your better efforts a small smile crosses your lips as you feel a swell of pride at how daring your boys have become. This is going to be a fun weekend indeed.

You wonder if it occurs to them why it is you aren't wearing panties.

Tommy, peeking into the back seat while Zack chatted with you, sits forward again to interrupt. "Hey Claire, it's a, uh, long drive, huh? Why don't you take off your shoes so you'll be more comfy?" Tommy kicks his own shoes onto the floor as if to prove what a great idea he has.

At this point you can faintly feel your shorts hovering around your calves. You smirk a little as you reply.

"Good idea, these boots were starting to feel a little constricting anyways," you reply in return. You actually didn't tie your boots very tightly, which they were probably counting on as you shift one boot to hold down the other and pull your foot free before repeating it. You do this slowly and carefully, knowing that as you lift your feet up into the air you're also stepping out of your shorts. As you free each foot you bend your knees to rest them upside-down on your seat for support, leaving you bottom less with your ass in the air surrounded by a giddy group of preteen boys. You suppress a shiver at the thought and hope that you don't start to get wet, otherwise they might notice. But they aren't liable to notice with how proud they are of what they've accomplished, sharing smirks and giggles as Zach continues droning on. A couples minutes go by with your bare ass hanging out behind you before Zach wraps it up.

"Here Claire, you can check it out if you want. Just be careful not to drop it, it's brand new."

You are pulled from your internal admiration as you find the camera being handed to you. However, Zach lets go just before you get a good hold on it and it slips from your grip, bouncing off the seat. All thoughts of exposure quickly leave your mind as you lunge for the camera before it bounces to the floor. You grab it just in time, only to realize a moment later that this was stage two of their plan.

"Woah!" is all you get out as your weight shifts forward and you lose your balance. Your red locks fall fall down around your face, obscuring your vision. Before you can completely flip over the seats the boys are quick to act, with Adam and Stevie grabbing your legs and the other three boys laying their hands on your arms and body. Five pairs of hands on you is a little distracting, your attention being redirected constantly. But between Tommy, Zach and Henry, one of them, if not all of them, grab your tank top where it got bunched up and pull on it while you get pulled and pushed back over the seat. In one frantic movement, they swiftly yank your top over you chest, past your head, and down your arms, all while you're sent careening into the back row. Once your top reaches your hands they quickly snatch the camera and your shirt away from you before you fall back into your seat between Stevie and Adam.

Rather than take things slow and gently so you wouldn't notice like with your shorts, their strategy this time was to be so quick you wouldn't know what happened. With being caught off guard by suddenly losing your balance, how fast they moved, and your hair blocking your eyes, if you'd hadn't been aware of their plan already there's a chance they might have pulled it off with you being none the wiser. You'd notice eventually, of course, but they might just have got themselves a free show.

"Everything okay back there?" you hear Mrs. Munroe ask after your panicked shout.

"Claire almost fell over the seat, but we caught her. Everything's fine!" Henry says to reassure his mom.

You smooth back your hair so it's out of your eyes and rest your hand on the seat as you look up, trying to catch your breath. Tommy, Henry, and Zach are leaning on the back of their seats, heads sitting on their crossed arms, while Adam and Stevie lean away from you, all five of them eyeing you up with smiles across their faces. Not that you can blame them, after all there is a completely naked teenage girl right in front of them not even bothering to cover up since, as far as they believe, she isn't even aware that she's naked. You at least have your legs together, so they can't see your pussy, but they can likely still see a little tuft of crimson trim peeking out. Zach is even brazen enough to snap a picture of you with the camera he's so proud of.

"Thanks guys," you say with a smile that's half from gratitude of catching you, and half from them managing to get you naked in such a devious, imaginative way.

"No problem," they reply in near unison while continuing to soak in the sight before them.

You're happy to indulge them for the moment, but as for the rest of the drive:

• you continue to act oblivious
• you 'discover' you're actually naked
• they point out your nudity
• they get you into your brother's shirt