NUDE LIKE ME

by SFWS and Neel Down

"I found a weak pulse," Alice said concernedly. "Mack, please get a sheet so we can cover the poor dear. I can't believe what that little pervert did to her. I hope the cops beat the living shit out of him."

"Alice, is that a Med Alert bracelet?" Mack asked.

"Sure looks like one," Alice replied, as she read the engraved message: Strip off all clothes. Ice genitalia. Call 1-800-633-5378. "That's the strangest one I've ever seen. Do you think we should call emergency or the number?"

"I'd go with the number," Mack advised. "Might be something rare those young medical residents have never encountered."

CHAPTER TWELVE

WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES

Alice agreed and quickly dialed the number on her cellphone. "Patient number on the bracelet?" the voice requested gratingly without even a polite hello.

"171-610-3914,"Alice replied.

"Summer Spring, rare condition. If patient has already squirted, remove all clothing and cover genitalia in ice. Most medicines will only worsen condition and possibly cause death. Do not cover victim with any bedclothes or blankets. Reduce body temperature, especially in area of genitalia. To what hospital are you headed?" the voice on the other end of the line asked abrasively.

Alice nervously gave the hospital information requested.

"We will contact the hospital and her parents," the totally business voice on the other end of the phone replied. "Approximately how long did Summer remain dressed after the soaking of her clothes with the cum-like fluid occurred?"

"I'm... I'm not positive," Alice replied. "When we arrived on the scene, she had been stripped naked by a young boy, and he had dumped ice all over her crotch."

"He must have known of her condition," the voice said deliberately. "If she survives it will be because of his quick action. The hospital is expecting you. At this point all you can do is keep her naked and cooled." The phone disconnected.

"Mack, do you have a freez pak in your lunch cooler?" Alice asked. "Please let me have it and then get us to the hospital as quickly as you possibly can."

As Mack raced off toward the medical center, Alice sat in the back of the ambulance holding the ice pack against the young girl's pussy. She hoped she'd be able to get in touch with the police before they did anything to the boy that they might later regret.

"That has to be her," the young intern yelled as the ambulance backed into position. "Now as indecent as it might seem to many of you, do not cover her body in any way. The presumed courtesy of trying to shield her naked body from view with covers could quite possibly kill her."

As Summer was wheeled into the emergency room, people animatedly gazed at her. Hospitals aren't necessarily known for protecting the modesty of their patients, but in this particular case it appeared to the non-enlightened that they were by design blatantly displaying the girl’s unclothed body.

"How is her pulse?" the doctor inquired.

"Still very weak," the emergency room nurse replied. "And she has an erratic heartbeat."

The young doctor sighed as he stared helplessly at his beautiful young patient. "Sadly, there is nothing we can do for her but keep her unclothed and her genitalia iced," he said, extremely frustrated at his impotency. "I understand this isn't the first time she has visited the threshold of death; we can only hope she has the strength to make it back to us again."

"I'm told her parents are on their way and that there are already some close friends here," he said, tearing up. He was unfortunately accustomed to losing some patients, but that didn't make it any easier, especially when it was one so young and in truth just starting life. "Let's get her out of this circus and transferred to a private room so she can be with those who love her," he suggested.

"Isn't there anything we can do?" a young student nurse asked, tears streaming down her face.

"If you're a believer, you can pray, but other than that I'm afraid not," the doctor replied. "Her young body has suffered a traumatic shock. The odds sadly are not in her favor."

Chris and Karen were appalled when they were rushed out of the meeting and even more dismayed when they learned the reason why. Someone had thankfully arranged for a police escort to take them to the hospital.

Although it was appreciated, that more than anything emphasized the urgency and scared them half to death.

As they approached the room, they saw Lily, Jessica, Harry and Billy all pacing the hall. "Lily, how is she?" Chris Spring asked imperatively.

"I don't know," Lily replied, unsuccessfully trying to hold back her tears. "They won't let us in."

"These are my daughter’s friends," Chris demanded. "Let them in."

"But sir," the nurse pleaded, "because of your daughter's condition, she's rather indecently exposed."

"My daughter might be naked, but I guarantee you there is nothing unseemly or offensive about her," Chris protested. "Besides, they've all seen each other naked, and I'm sure Summer would want them with her."

The nurse backed off, allowing them all entrance. Although she did question in her mind why any normal parents would allow teenage boys to view their daughter's naked comatose body.

Karen immediately rushed to Summer's bedside, holding her daughter's hand and kissing her forehead.

"Where's Chris," Mr. Spring asked, surprised the boy wasn't present.

"He's in jail," Jessica replied. "The cops arrested him."

"For what?" Mr. Spring asked, horrified by the news.

"I'm not sure of the exact charges," Lily said. "Jessica and I weren't there right at the end of the race. By the time we arrived the cops and ambulance had already left. Most of the information we have is second hand from a channel 69 reporter who was on the scene interviewing eyewitnesses. She wanted to talk to us because we knew... because we know Summer."

"And you’re going to know her for many years to come," Mr. Spring said emphatically, before embracing Lily tightly. He then went over and talked to his daughter even knowing that she was comatose and likely not hearing his words.

Harry and Billy sat quietly, trying not to stare at the non-moving body of Summer. She had been cleaned up, and one of the nurses had evidently even brushed her hair. Even like this she was beautiful, but this wasn't the sexy vibrant Summer who they both loved. It almost seemed like that Summer had already departed, leaving behind this shell of her former self. It might not have been macho but they both started to cry. The absence of masculinity didn't turn Lily or Jessica off at all. If anything it made the boys seem even more attractive, more lovable. Lily put her arm around Harry while Jessica held both of Billy's hands in her own. Their love for Summer had brought them all another step closer.

Chris kissed his daughter lightly on the lips and then returned to talk to Lily and Jessica. "What happened? Tell me all you know," Chris asked, heartbroken.

"We honestly don't know that much," Lily said. "We're sorta guessing. The race had gone unexpectedly well. The freez paks hadn't lasted as long as hoped, but Summer had taken spares, eliminating that problem. Billy was in the last hand off position and when she left him she was in first place, holding one pak in her cunt and the spare in her hand."

"She had stopped to aid a fallen competitor, but moved on when I told her I had it," Billy explained. "That boy and Harry were tied for second when I left my position. Neither of them had a chance of catching Summer. I picked up my cooler and headed toward the tennis courts and the Hummer parked there. Before I was even near the courts, I heard cheers. I assumed for Summer, but then the cheers turned to cries of anguish."

"I had been at the 2K marker and Lily at the 3K," Jessica explained. "After Summer had passed us, we had both headed directly toward the Hummer. I imagine we all heard the cheers and then the moans at the same time. We made it to the maintenance access gate almost simultaneously. There were no runners approaching, so we entered. When we got to the football goal line we all saw a freez pak lying on the track. Billy picked it up to avoid any controversy."

"That would have been about the same time as the runner from Green Hill and I were crossing the adjusted finish line," Harry added. The police had already hustled Chris off, but Summer was just being put in the ambulance."
"So none of you saw exactly what happened?" Chris Spring asked.

"No, but I think we can all make a good guess," Lily responded. "Obviously something caused Summer to lose the freez pak around the goal line and ..."

"And my beautiful, stubborn, pigheaded daughter had no intention of dropping out of a race that she had all but won," Mr. Spring finished. "So instead we find ourselves here." He shook his head in anguished frustration.

"I have to talk to the doctors," Mr. Spring said urgently. "If it wasn't for Chris, Summer would have never made it to the hospital. He can't be punished for being a hero."

Just as Mr. Spring was about to head to the nurses station there was a light tap on the door.

"Excuse me Mr. Spring, there is another boy out here insisting he be allowed to see your daughter," the nurse said tentatively. "Should I have security remove him?"

Chris had been pacing a groove in the floor next to the nurses counter.

"You'll do no such thing," Mr. Spring roared. "Chris, get yourself over here." When Chris was close enough, Mr. Spring embraced him in a rib shattering hug. Karen was next and the others were forming a queue behind her.

Some might doubt the sincerity of a twelve year old boy claiming to be in love with an eleven year old girl, but no one could question the authenticity of the tears he shed upon seeing the near-death motionless form of that girl.

It was about fifteen minutes later that the doctor stopped in to check on Summer.

"Her pulse is a bit stronger and her heart rate seems to have evened out," he said cheerfully. "She's not out of the woods yet, but I'm a helluva lot more optimistic than I was a few hours ago. Hopefully we'll know more after she's had a good restful night’s sleep."

(Jim Grant) "Good evening and welcome to the Channel 69 10 o'clock news. I'm Jim Grant, Sandy Downs has the evening off."

"We'd like to start with an update of a story first reported on the early edition concerning a young female phenom who shattered the existing junior high school record time for the 5K. The young lady is currently in the hospital, listed in critical, but stable condition."

"For more on this story let’s go to Jennifer Hooper still on the scene. Jennifer."

(Reporter Jennifer) "Thank you Jim. First off on behalf of Channel 69 I'd like to personally apologize to the young boy who was bashed unfairly on our earlier broadcast by an uninformed eyewitness. It turns out that he was doing nothing twisted. Doctors have informed Channel 69 that had it not been for his swift actions our young phenom most likely would not even have made it to the hospital."

"I managed to talk to two of the phenom's friends after she was rushed to the hospital, and there seems to be a lot more to this story than first reported. Lily, I understand that you consider the phenom to be your best friend."

(Lily) "Could we please stop calling her that? It makes her sound like some sorta robot instead of a real live loving person. Her name is Summer, and I love her. She's beautiful, intelligent and the best friend a person could ever have. What occurred today should have never happened, and it's all the fault of the Florida Athletic Commission."

(Jessica) "Those pigs should be shot for doing this to Summer!"

(Reporter Jennifer) "Girls please. Why do you blame the Athletic Commission? What do they have to do with any of this?"

(Jessica) "They made her wear that uniform. None of this would have happened if that wasn't required."

(Reporter Jennifer) "What did the uniform have to do with any of this?"

(Lily) "Summer has a rare malady that is triggered if air circulation to her 'beep' is cut off. Because of her condition the school administration has given her a special dispensation to the dress code, allowing her to wear short skirts without panties."

(Jessica) "She's even allowed to participate nude in PE, but the FAC won't give any allowance on the school team uniforms. She tried to compensate, but you've seen the results of that."

(Lily) "If she dies, the members of the FAC should be charged with murder."

(Reporter Jennifer) "What do you think the Commission should have done?"

(Jessica) "They should have made allowances like the ADA requires employers to do for disabled people; like Superintendent Hastings did."

(Lily) "She should have been allowed to run the race naked."

(Reporter Jennifer) "You can't be serious. Certainly she wouldn't have even been willing to do that."

(Lily) "You don't know Summer. She already takes PE nude except for her sneakers and has been granted permission by the basketball coach to practice naked if she makes the team. Do you really think she'd have a problem running a 5K nude?"

(Reporter Jennifer) "With that, I think I better send it back to you Jim."

(Newscaster Jim Grant) "Jennifer, stay on the line please. Are those girls serious or were they just pulling your leg?"

(Jennifer) "One hundred percent serious. It's my understanding that a fund has even been started to support legal efforts on behalf of Summer. Assuming, of course, that she survives to run another day."

(Jim Grant) "I'm empathetic with the girl's situation and pray that she recovers from the incidents of today, but aren't our courts already backlogged with enough frivolous lawsuits?"

(Jennifer) "I understand where you are coming from, Jim. And on the surface it does seem absurd, but in other ways it does appear that Summer is being discriminated against."

(Jim Grant) "Well, I'll be saving my money for a winnable battle. In other news tonight..."

The other Amigos had left around nine o'clock when their parents stopped by to pick them up, but Chris had absolutely refused to leave Summer's side despite his parents practically trying to drag him out of the room. Initially, his parents were upset to find their son sitting next to the bed of an entirely naked young girl and holding her hand. By the time Mr. Spring calmed them down, they realized that Spring was the name of their son's new best friend, the boy whose house he had recently slept over at. Only this was definitely not a boy in this bed.

That raised their ire again. Somehow, Mr. Spring managed to miraculously semi-calm them down and talk them into allowing Chris to stay the night with Summer. It was evident that this wasn't over but Mr. Spring was determined that Chris would be allowed to maintain his fuck buddy relationship with his daughter. After all the boy had evidently saved Summer's life.

"Well, I guess the world knows Summer's secret now," Chris said to his wife, turning off the television.

Perhaps it's for the best," Karen replied. "Maybe someone will take an interest now and do some research on her illness."

"That would be nice," Christopher said, sounding quite doubtful.

"Chris, climb in bed alongside Summer before you fall asleep and end up falling on the floor," Mr. Spring ordered.

"Do you think that's okay?" Karen asked concernedly.

"It's our daughter and our fucking insurance that is paying for this room," Christopher cursed. "I dare them to say a word."

Chris was already fast asleep in the bed.

"I feel so sorry for him," Karen said, smiling over at the young boy embracing her daughter's naked body.

"Why? We've been through this before. The worst is over. Summer's going to make it. I know she is," Chris said confidently.

"But will he?" Karen asked. "He is head over heels in love with our daughter, and I'm afraid she just sees him as another cock to put in her twat."

"I don't think so," Christopher Spring insisted. "She might still be a slut and want to sleep around, but she's a smart girl. I think she knows that what she has with him is something very special. I just hope she doesn't actually make him wait until she's thirty-five before she admits it."

"Chris, can you get away from work next Monday and Tuesday?" Karen asked sweetly.

"What do you have in mind?" Chris asked.

"Well, the kids are off from school those two days because of some teacher conference," Karen explained. "I thought perhaps we could take them to Disney as sort of a reward for being such good, supportive friends to Summer."

"All six of them?" Chris asked. "I mean, it's a great idea, but do you think the parents will trust their kids to us for four days, especially Chris's? I'm worried whether they'll even let Summer and him continue to be friends."

"Don't you worry about the parents," Karen asserted. "If I have to, I'll fuck all five sets to pull this off."

"Damn, I never realized you liked Disney that much," Chris said jokingly. "I guess it's way too late to get fast-passes."

"Are you going into work tomorrow?" Karen inquired.

"That depends on Summer," Chris answered. If she's okay in the morning like I'm hoping she will be, I'll probably go in at noon. If she's still in a coma, I'm not stepping foot out of this hospital room."

They kept talking until they both eventually dozed off.

It was around two in the morning when Summer regained consciousness. At first she just stared at the ceiling trying to figure out what had happened. The last thing she remembered was the freez pak slipping out of her cunt and falling to the track surface. 'Had she made it to the finish line?'

She looked around the room, which most definitely was not her bedroom at home. It was a hospital room. That could mean only one thing. She had passed out and probably squirted. Her Dad was going to kill her. She had promised him that she'd drop out of the race if anything went amiss, but she hadn't. The room was dark except for a night light and dozens of blinking lights from various pieces of equipment. She saw her parents asleep on two, what appeared to be very uncomfortable looking, chairs. It was obviously the middle of the night.

The doctors had warned her that covering her pussy with clothing could result in her death. Why didn't she ever pay attention to what adults told her? Evidently this was a warning telling her that at least in her case, they sometimes knew what they were talking about. She was only eleven; she didn't want to die.

The strange thing was that she now felt fine, ready to run another 5K, assuming she could be naked this time. She had felt so weak and was sweating like the proverbial pig before she collapsed and now she felt great, except for being quite thirsty. This was a hospital, hopefully there was a cup of water nearby. It was probably warm, but better than nothing. When she moved to look for water, she realized for the first time that she wasn't alone in the bed.

It gave her a sudden creepy feeling. It most definitely wasn't either of her parents. They were asleep in those uncomfortable chairs. Although she'd always been in a private room when tests had been conducted on her in the past for her illness, she knew that hospitals had what they referred to as semi-private rooms. Until now she always assumed that meant there were two beds in the room, not two patients in a bed.

What was even stranger was that this patient seemed to be fully clothed while she was utterly naked. There was only one plausible explanation. "Chris, is that you?" Summer asked quietly, giving the person next to her a shake.

It took some time, but she finally managed to rouse him. "Summer, you’re awake," Chris almost shouted.

"Shush," Summer said. "My parents are asleep."

"But they'll want to know that you’re awake and okay," Chris insisted.

"They'll find out when they wake up," Summer said. "I've put them through enough today. Let them sleep. Do you know if I have a glass of water anywhere around here? I'm parched."

"I don't think so," Chris replied. "You were in a coma, so I don't think they gave you any water. I can go to the nurses station and ask."

"Nah! If you do that, they’ll come rushing in here and be hovering all over me. I'd rather put that off until morning," Summer explained. "Do you by any chance need to pee?"

"Summer, I don't think you should do that," Chris insisted. "The doctors haven't even checked you out yet."

"And when they do, I doubt very much that they'll tell me it's okay to go back to drinking my boyfriend's piss," Summer asserted. "Truthfully, I'd much rather have an ice cold Coke, but any port in a storm. Besides, fresh from the tap urine is a lot healthier than soda. So let me suck on your straw." Without waiting for Chris's approval, Summer started undoing his pants and was soon pulling them along with his boxers down to his ankles.

"Summer, do you realize that you just referred to me as your boyfriend?" Chris asked, beaming.

"Yeah, don't read too much into that," she said. "I just thought it might be nice to have a date for parties and stuff like that. I still intend to fuck around."

"But I can tell people we are dating and that you're my girlfriend?" Chris asked.

"I guess so, assuming you don't have a problem with people knowing your girlfriend is a slut and has sex with other guys. Now quit asking me questions. My mouth is going to be full. Remember to try and give me breaks to swallow."

Chris had such mixed emotions about what Summer was doing. It felt so wrong to be pissing in her mouth, but at the same time it was a total turn on.

"You know I could really get hooked on that stuff," Summer said after draining Chris dry. "I just wish you had a cold spigot. Do you wanta fuck now? I think I owe you quite a few."

"Do you think we should?" Chris asked concernedly. "Won't the doctors be able to tell when they examine you?"

"Well, if we can't use my cunt, I guess you'll just have to settle for my mouth," Summer commented. "What with pissing and blow-jobs, your cock is going to be spending more time in my mouth than in your pants."

Chris didn't comment, but he had absolutely no problem with that.

"Chris, would you be interested in another lesson from my parents?" Summer asked before going to work on his eagerly waiting cock.

"What exactly did you have in mind?" Chris asked.

"Well, yours was the first cock in both my mouth and cunt," Summer said. "I just wondered if you would like to go for a hat trick and be the first in my butt too."

"Yeah! Sure! Of course," Chris said enthusiastically.

He was about to ask Summer some questions about anal fucking, but she was too busy at the moment to talk, and he certainly didn't want to interrupt her.

After loading Summer's mouth with cum Chris was more than ready to get back to sleep, but Summer insisted he update her on all that had happened. She was ecstatic to hear that she had made it across the finish line, but horrified to learn that Chris had been arrested for saving her life. It was about three-thirty when they both finally fell asleep, only to be awakened at five.

The nurse might have been able to ignore Chris laying in bed alongside Summer no matter her being unclothed, but when she saw his pants and underwear down at his ankles, she went off the deep end, screaming at him. At first she even thought she had awoken Summer from her coma.

"Calm down," Summer pleaded. "He didn't do anything to me. I woke up around two and was thirsty, and since I didn't have any water I asked Chris to let me drink his piss."

"Why didn't he inform the front desk or at least get you water from the bathroom? There was no need for you to drink urine," the nurse shouted.

"I didn't want to wake everyone up at two in the morning," Summer explained. "I knew my parents had a rough day and needed their sleep. Besides, Chris's pee actually tastes rather good. You should try it."

This girl was more than the nurse could handle, and she hurried out to the nurses station to inform them that the comatose patent was awake.

Karen had hurried over to give her daughter a kiss on the lips and a hug. "Chris, you better get out of bed and pull those pants up before anyone else sees you." Karen licked her lips. "You did more than just drink his piss, didn't you?"

"Well, we couldn't fuck because the doctors will probably be examining my cunt, so I gave Chris a blow-job. After all he did save my life."

Mr. Spring laughed as he went over to the bed and lifted his naked daughter into his arms. "Welcome back sweetheart. You had us worried." He kissed her deeply, more like a lover than a father. As he held her in his arms he lightly fingered her little rosebud.

"That feels good Daddy. Can you and Mommy teach Chris and me how to properly ass fuck?" Summer asked.

"Well Karen, we'll have to wait for the doctors to sign the release papers, but I think our daughter is completely recovered and back to normal."

"Well, not quite normal, "Karen argued, "but what we tend to accept as normal when it comes to Summer."

Chris Spring had just returned his daughter to her feet when the doctor and a couple of nurses hurried into the room.

"She shouldn't be out of bed," the doctor exclaimed, thoroughly checking out Summer's prime body from head to toes with his eyes. He didn't consider himself a pedophile, but this girl had all the qualities that could make him reconsider that stance. He noticed the young boy in the corner of the room practically drooling and yet this girl seemed quite oblivious to the fact that she was totally naked and showing off her body.

"Summer, could you please get back in bed so that I can examine you?" the doctor asked politely. "Since she is underage, you as the parents may certainly remain, but you might want the boy to leave. It will be a quite thorough and explicit exam."

"I have nothing I want to hide from Chris," Summer said fiercely. "He's the only reason I'm not in the morgue."

Both Mr. and Mrs. Spring nodded their heads in agreement with Summer.

"First let's check your pulse, blood pressure and heart," the doctor said, trying to use his best practiced bedside manner. The nurses took her pulse and blood pressure and then the doctor listened to her heart. They seemed shocked that the results were all equal to those expected of a girl Summer's age who was in perfect health.

The doctor pressed his fingers around Summer's stomach and then her pelvic area, continually asking if any of his probing hurt.

"Summer, I'm going to have to examine you down there," the doctor said almost apologetically. "Could you nurses please attach the stirrups to the end of the bed?"

"Are you going to insert a speculum in my cunt?" Summer asked bluntly.

"Yes," the doctor replied, shocked at a girl Summer's age using such a crude term. "Once the nurses have your legs in the stirrups and spread wide, I'll be inserting a vaginal speculum into your vagina. It might feel quite cold at first so be prepared."

"I'll be okay," Summer replied. "I'm sorta accustomed to cold things in my cunt."

The doctor decided it might be best to not inquire as to exactly what cold things Summer had put in her little pussy. The nurses gently lifted Summer's firm attractive legs into the stirrups, spreading Summer's legs as far apart as practical. Once ready, the doctor carefully inserted the speculum.

"That is a bit cold," Summer said. "I could have used that yesterday."

The doctor ignored Summer's remark and began to open the speculum and spread apart the vaginal walls in order to allow him to examine the inside of the vagina and the cervix.

"Doctor, when you are done doing your thing, could you please allow Chris to have a good look? Perhaps you could point out some of the really neat things like my clit so that he doesn't have to waste time searching for it with his tongue."

Although none of them said a word it was evident that the doctor and both of the nurses were stupefied by this young girl. Not only was she quite complacent with having this boy see her most intimate parts, she was obviously already experiencing oral sex. The doctor felt a spike of jealousy. He'd seen his share of pussy, some attractive and some frightful. This was a pussy he wouldn't think twice about diving into tongue first.

As he finished his examination, he sorta shook his head in bewilderment. "Everything seems to be absolutely perfect," he concluded. "Absolutely no damaged from the events of yesterday and also no indication of what might have caused it."

"Join the club," Mr. Spring said. "Well over a hundred doctors have examined my daughter's genitalia and all with the same conclusion. Yet, she almost died yesterday, and it wasn't the first time. The only thing they seem to agree on is that she will either completely survive an attack or die because of it. But no one knows how to treat it or even exactly what it is they are trying to treat."

"We could keep her here under observation," the doctor suggested. "But I don't really recommend that. The only way we might be able to find out something is if we caused an event to take place and that could end tragically. All I can recommend without qualification is that she keeps that pussy exposed to fresh air. Chris, come here and take a good look at what I consider a perfect pussy." Chris moved closer to the doctor and took a good look at Summer's totally open and exposed cunt.

"That little nub is Summer's clitoris," the doctor said. "The clitoris is literally the only part of the body whose sole purpose is to be a pleasure zone. Keep it happy and you'll keep Summer happy." He looked to Mr. and Mrs. Spring. "We'll have a staff meeting and get back to you, but I don't see much more that we can do. Summer appears to be in perfect health and actually is, except for her problem that we just don't know how to solve, but thankfully at least it can be controlled." He looked at Summer. "No more shorts. Keep that lovely pussy of yours exposed to the open air."

The doctor departed and after the nurses removed the speculum and stirrups, so did they.

"I like that doctor," Summer said, after it was just her, Chris and her parents left in the room. "Right to the point and no messing around."

"You liked him because he said you had a perfect pussy," her dad argued. He approached Summer who was still laying on the bed. He raised her legs and draped one over each of his shoulders and then he lifted Summer, letting her slide toward him until his lips almost touched her pussy. "I don't always agree with doctors, but in this case I do." He started kissing and licking Summer's pussy until she was in a near frenzy.

"Your mother tells me that you don't have any school on Monday and Tuesday," Chris Spring said, taking a break from molesting his daughter. "How would you like to take a four day trip to see the mouse, you and your Amigos."

"All six of us?" Summer shouted, jumping for joy, which was difficult to do draped over her dad's shoulders.

"All six, assuming all the parents give their consent," her dad confirmed.

"You’re the greatest Daddy in the entire world," Summer exclaimed.

"Well, don't give me all the credit," Chris said. "It was your Mom's idea."
"I love you too Mom!" Summer shouted. "I'd show you just how much, but I'm sorta busy at the moment."

"Don't worry about it, you can show your appreciation while we're on vacation," Karen said with a smile. "When are you going to make the reservations?" she asked her husband.

"As soon as we're able to break our daughter out of this place," Chris replied.

"Hopefully that will be this afternoon," Karen replied. "Look, while you’re feasting on your daughter's perfect pussy why don't I run home and get a shower and pick up something for Summer to wear home. On the way home I'll drop Chris off and tell his parents about the trip."

"Mommy, don't take no for an answer. I really want Chis to be there," Summer pleaded.

"He'll be there even if I have to fuck both his mother and father to get them to say yes," Karen insisted.

Young Chris just stared at Summer's mother, wondering if she could possibly be serious. They all kissed good-bye. Karen and Chris left as Summer's Daddy worked to bring his daughter to a climax.

Three boring hours later, Summer had still not been released by the hospital and both Mr. Spring and his daughter were getting antsy.

"Hello," Christopher Spring said, answering his cellphone despite not immediately recognizing the number.

"Mr. Spring, thank you very much for answering on my first attempt to reach you. My people inform me that Summer has been given a clean bill of health and will be released to leave the hospital at noon. I'm very happy for all of you. The awful events of yesterday should never have occurred."

Chris had no idea who this man was or how he could possibly know that Summer was being released at noon. Karen and he hadn't even been told this yet. "Excuse me! Who am I speaking to please, and how do you know Summer is being released? My wife and I haven't even been given that information."

"Rest assured that my information is correct," the man asserted. "I have been looking into your daughter's situation since I was first informed of the matter. Are you presently in your daughter's room and alone with her? If so I'd appreciate it if you'd put me on speaker. It's important that you and Summer both hear what I have to say."

"You still haven't told me who you are," Chris protested.

"And that shall remain the case," the man asserted. "It is better for all concerned that we never personally know each other. All I ask is that you and Summer grant me ten minutes of your time now on the phone. You're both bored anyway. After that you can either allow me to bring great change to your daughter's life or you can forget that we ever spoke."

"Who are you talking to, Daddy?" Summer questioned.

"I'm not really sure, honey," Chris replied. "He claims not to be a salesman, but he wants to talk to us both for ten minutes. Claims he can have an impact on your life."

"Well, it’s not like either of us, especially me, is going any place in the next ten minutes," Summer said. "Anything to help pass the time."

"I'm putting you on speaker," Chris told the man. "Just remember that my daughter is just a seventh grader so watch what you say."

"Actually, with her I.Q. she should probably be in at least eighth or ninth grade," the man said. "But that would work against my ultimate goals."
"How do you know my I.Q.?" Summer asked, rather upset.

"Summer, until yesterday I didn't even know you existed; now I probably know you as well as you parents do--perhaps even better," the man declared.

"Before I make a huge investment, I like to know all I can about my business partners, and you, Summer Fall Winter Spring, are an extremely fascinating young lady."

Summer shuddered, knowing that this stranger knew her middle names, something she hadn't even told Lily.

"You're a nudist, sexually active, but not nearly to the degree that you want to be. You are an exhibitionist and love it when people feast on your naked body. If you had your way, you'd never wear a stitch of clothing," he said in conclusion.

"Okay, you've obviously done your research on Summer," Chris admitted. "But what does all this have to do with you and what caused Summer's problems yesterday?"

"A man who likes to get to the point; I like that," the mystery voice replied. "As far as curing Summer's malady goes, I can't do anything about that. I'm not a man of medicine and curing her would not bring me any profit, and I seldom do anything that doesn't involve a personal profit. Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but it is my understanding that Summer’s malady is not a problem, even when she exerts herself in extremely hot weather, if she is naked? Is that correct?"

"That's correct," Summer declared. "Although the coolness of a freez pak in my cunt helped me survive the race yesterday, wearing shorts was what caused the problem in the first place. Although I'd still have the illness, it would never manifest itself if I was allowed to be naked, no matter how hot it was."

"Okay, here's the deal," the voice announced. "I can't get the laws changed to permit you to walk the streets naked 24/7. But I believe it is possible to force the Florida Athletic Commission and the public schools of Florida to allow you to participate in athletic competitions naked."

"Although I'd prefer being naked, I don't have to be 100% nude," Summer pointed out. "I could get away with wearing a tiny skirt with a top. The important thing is that my cunt can't be covered."

"If you don't mind participating totally naked except for foot gear, we'd prefer for our own reasons to go with totally naked," enigma man stated. "If we get involved with any sort of clothing we are opening the door to length of skirt, size of top, what can be exposed and what can't. Naked avoids all the petty fights. I personally won't be in contact with you again. All I need from you both is a verbal contract."

"And so the shoe falls," Chris said. "I knew there had to be a catch."

"I wouldn't call it a catch as much as a guarantee of commitment," enigma man said. "I just need a verbal promise from both of you that if we succeed Summer will commit to playing sports totally nude all three seasons of the school year for the next six years in public school and then for a minimum of four years in college."

"But what if I don't want to go to college or can't get in?" Summer asked.

"Well, I guess that could be considered a catch," enigma man admitted. "You do have to go to college. When the time comes you just pick the school and you will be granted a full scholarship."

"Any school, even say Harvard or Yale?" Summer asked.

"Yes, but they'd be too easy. At least make it a worthwhile challenge for me," he insisted. "Are you ready to agree or do you require time to think about it? Just remember that the longer you delay the longer you won't be playing sports. I doubt that your parents will allow you to take the freez pak challenge again."

"Dad, can we do it?" Summer pleaded. "You know how much playing basketball means to me."

"I know, honey, but don't get your hopes up," Chris begged. "It's easy to promise the moon, but much harder to deliver. Are you sure you want to possibly display your naked body in front of thousands of people?"

"Actually, it could be millions, if it's a college game broadcast on national television," enigma man stated.

"Could they actually do that?" Chris asked. "Broadcast a game with a girl playing totally naked?"

"Today, no," the mystery voice stated firmly. "But who knows what the future will bring. In all fairness, I'm just making you aware of what could possibly happen. People might not have any interest in seeing a naked girl play basketball or perhaps run track. On the other hand they might fight for the opportunity to see her."

"Please say yes, Daddy," Summer pleaded.

"I wish Karen were here to voice her opinion," Chris admitted.

"She's already picked up clothes for Summer and should return in about fifteen minutes," enigma man said. "Your lawyer won't be there until eleven. If you change your mind, just tell him so and at that point we can all just forget I ever called."

"My lawyer?" Chris questioned. "Do you mean my company lawyer? I don't have a personal lawyer."

"I'm sure Mr. Fritz has served your company well, but getting the outcome we desire is going to take a powerhouse team representing Summer. Your lead lawyer will be Lionel Hutz."

"The Lionel Hutz?" Chris asked, flabbergasted. "He must cost a fortune. Who's paying for this team of lawyers?"

"All expenses will come out the Keep Summer Running.com fund so that the connection to me won't be traceable," mystery man replied.

"I knew this was all just a fucking con," Chris Spring declared. "I was on that site just before you called and the total collected was only a bit over $2,300.00. Hutz probably charges that much an hour."

"You might want to check the site again," Mr. Money Bags suggested. "There have been a few new donations. I'll hold."

Chris was disgusted and ready to hang up, but for some unknown reason decided to check the web site again first. He wanted to get his hands on this creep and wring his neck for falsely getting his little girl's hopes up. He loaded the site and then nearly passed out.

Thank you for donating to Keep Summer Running

Current donations total $1,000,002,349.15

"That’s not possible," Chris cried out.

"Very much possible, and if you and Summer will pledge to do your parts, we'll get to work today," enigma man promised. "First I need you to both state your full names and that you agree to having your voice recorded. Then you need to both make a commitment to Summer playing three seasons of sports for the next ten years totally naked. Any other questions you have will be entertained by Mr. Hutz."

Summer and her dad both did as requested.

"I look forward to watching you play basketball this winter." Mr. Enigma said. "Legal matters take some time to sort out and so I doubt you'll get to attend any more cross country meets this year. Do you have any more questions for me?"

"I'm not sure it necessarily relates to any of this," Chris said, "but do you have any connections within Disney?"

The mystery man for the first time displayed he was human by chuckling. "That depends on exactly what part of the large corporation you are referencing. Do you hope to get Summer in the movies or on television?"

"Nothing quite that extreme," Chris replied, not quite believing that he had even brought this subject up to this obviously important man. "My wife and I have decide to take Summer and her friends to the World this weekend, and I just wondered if you could get us any fast-passes."

Mr. Enigma busted out in a hardy laugh. "I'd love to pick up the entire tab for the weekend, but unfortunately I can't do that because it would create a paper trail connecting us, and some might even consider it bribing an amateur athlete. Have you made the reservations yet?"

"No," Chris replied rather meekly. "We just decided to go last night depending on Summer making a full recovery. I was going to call and make reservations today."

Summer's mystery benefactor again laughed and then had Chris write down a number. "After you make your reservations give the cast member that number," he instructed. "Have a list of no more than eight attractions ready for each day of your vacation."

"Eight? I thought there was a limit of three?" Chris questioned.

"Not for VIPs. Address any other questions you might have to Mr. Hutz. Good-bye."

"Daddy, am I really going to get to play basketball this year?" Summer asked hopefully.

"I hope so sweetheart, but I'm afraid your secret benefactor might be being just a bit optimistic," Mr. Spring declared. "The legal system moves exceedingly slowly in this country. I'm not sure if even a billion dollars can speed it up that much."

(Jim Grant) "Good evening, I'm Jim Grant..."

(Sandy Downs) "And I'm Sandy Downs. Welcome to the 6 o'clock report on channel 69. Jim, usually news stories have a 24 hour life span, but the story of a local girl has taken on wings and become a nationwide drama of David versus Goliath, but in this case it is young seventh grader, Summer Spring versus the Florida Athletic Commission. Let's go to Jennifer Hooper who has been covering this story for 69 News since its inception. Jennifer?"

(Jennifer Hooper) "Thank you Sandy. Yesterday afternoon we reported the collapse of phenom Summer Spring just after she crossed the finish line setting a new junior high school 5K record time. We are happy to report that Summer was released from the hospital at noon today and will be back in class at her school, behind me, tomorrow. It turns out that Summer's mishap was caused by a rare disease the young girl has that prohibits her from wearing tight fitting clothing in contact with her genitalia."

"Summer thought she had found a way around the uniform decreed by the FAC but unfortunately it didn't work and according to doctors, wearing the uniform was the cause of Summer's near death. Now some might think that is where the story should end, but not Miss Spring or her parents. An antidiscrimination lawsuit was filed today against the FAC and all member schools. For more information, we go to Dan Rathernot at the court house. Dan?"

(Dan Rathernot) "Thank you Jennifer. The lawsuit claims the FAC is in violation of the American's with Disabilities Act, and it seems the ACLU agrees because it has joined the fight on Summer's side. The penalties are staggering and increase with every event that Summer misses. Since she intends to be a three season participant, that could mean each school owing over 150 million dollars at the end of year one. Normally the schools would probably want to stretch a case like this out as long as possible, but if they think they might lose, they'll definitely want to settle."

(Jim Grant) "Dan, just exactly what are they asking in the lawsuit?"

(Dan Rathernot) "They claim they don't really want money and that the monetary threat is just to get a quick settlement. They want Summer to have the right to participate in any sport she wants without a uniform."

(Jim Grant) "Actually, that sounds reasonable to me. Just let the girl participate in her own clothes if it makes the lawsuit go away."

(Dan Rathernot) "That's not quite what they mean by without a uniform. Miss Spring wants to be allowed to participate au naturel."

(Jim Grant) "They can't be serious. A young girl running cross country and playing basketball naked. It has to be a ruse."

(Dan Rathernot) "It could be, but if it is, it's a well financed ruse. This morning the web site sponsoring the lawsuit had a little over twenty three hundred dollars in pledges; now it has over one billion."

(Sandy Downs) "Dan, Sandy Downs here. Did you say million or billion?"

(Dan Rathernot) "That was billion with a b. Evidently someone really wants to see Miss Spring in her birthday suit. That's all I have for now, back to you Jim and Sandy."

(Sandy Downs) "Well, what do you think, Jim?"

(Jim Grant) "Honestly, I don't know what to think. At first I thought it was just a frivolous suit that would go away, but now I'm not so sure."

(Sandy Downs) "I'd like to know how the poor little girl at the center of this controversy feels about it all. She might want to participate in sports, but she can't possibly be agreeable to running cross country or playing basketball naked in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of people. God bless the poor little thing if the lawyers somehow manage to pull this off. We'll keep you updated. Meanwhile in other news..."

Hi, Summer here: I want to apologize to my readers for the nasty cliffhanger that Neel left you with last chapter. Writers just can't resist a cliff. He knew I'd be okay, but led you believe otherwise.

What do you think of my mystery benefactor, who I now call Enigma Man? Lily thinks he has his own personal agenda. I'll let all the high priced lawyers figure it out. Meanwhile I'm going on vacation, but first I have to shop for some clothes for the trip and learn how to ass fuck.

Hope to see ya next time. Luv Summer