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.

The door didn't open. Panicking, she peered inside to see the girls looking out at her, laughing, teasing. They'd hung her out to dry. Except she wasn't getting any drier.

She heard car tires crackle alongside, behind her. The SUV windows rolled down a couple of inches, but not enough to reach in and unlock the door.

"Just say hi to the boys," Yanna teased from the driver's seat, her weighty tits bouncing with laughter.

"C'mon, this isn't funny," Jen pleaded through the cracked window. But it was. If she'd been one of the girls on the inside, she'd be laughing it up too.

Turning around to face the boys was terrifying, but part of her wanted to. Like standing on the edge of a cliff, knowing how easy it would be to lean too far... She felt a tingle between her legs that wasn't fear. The light breeze tickled her suddenly sensitive nipples. Beads of moisture seeped into her pubic hair and toward her thigh.

"This is what you always wished you could do," the part of her brain controlling those erogenous zones told her.

She turned before she could stop herself. The car was six feet away, windows rolled down to reveal three faces staring at her.

"Woo hoo, titties!" came a voice from the passenger seat.

Sure, rub it in, Jen thought. She didn't have tits, just 'titties'. But the boys didn't look disappointed. Just the opposite.

The driver looked her up and down openly, calmly, not leering like his friends. He had twinkling blue eyes and a strong chin covered in just the right amount of razor stubble, and his look cranked Jen's seeping moisture up a notch.

Jen faced the car, resisting an urge to do the pose of shame, to cover herself. That resistance got easier as the corner of her brain that made her drip slowly took over.

She listened for the click of the door locks behind her, ready to dive inside, but instead, the windows rolled fully down. She could reach in and unlock the door, open it before Yanna could react.

She didn't.

"Where you boys headed?" Sian yelled to them from the back seat.

"Boulder," the driver said.

His deep voice churned her insides, and his look told her that he knew it, that he could see her damp pubic hair glistening in the sun, see the small rivulet that she could feel inching down her thigh. He could probably smell her.

She held his look, standing still, hands at her sides, fully exposed. She felt his eyes on her body and completely forgot that the rest of the world could see her as well.

The door lock clicked, finally, and she felt something click in her now that she was out there by choice. A sudden calm, a peace. All at once, it felt right to be standing in her natural state under the big blue sky, in the midst of windswept fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.

She was aware only of her need, one that would have to be satisfied long before they reached anywhere private, a need centered on those blue eyes that had stopped roaming her body and focused fully on hers.

But there was more than that. She was aware of every molecule of air on her skin, of every photon of the sun's light. She felt free, yet connected to the world, to the Earth, in a way she never had before. She looked up at the sky, at the deep, rich cerulean blue that stretched across everything.

She reached for it, her arms straining to feel its texture. She spun around without realizing what she was doing, that the boys would not see a girl discovering the real meaning of "free spirit", but instead see a girl showing off, teasing them.

When she'd come full circle, her eyes landed directly on blue eyes again, as if they were her anchor to the world. He smiled a knowing smile, unlike the blatant leers her little demonstration had evoked in the other boys.

"Maybe we'll see you there," she told the driver as she turned finally toward the SUV, no longer clenching.

"They want your hot little bod," Elise assured her once she was firmly seated in the passenger seat, a towel under her sopping crotch. They rode the long highway in high spirits, the miles passing under their wheels in a blur. They laughed, they joked, they sang along with the radio. They rolled down the windows and leaned out to show off to truckers and other passing cars.

But Jen wasn't showing off, she was feeling the air on her body, the sky above her, the land, as if the trees and the grass were reaching out to caress her body as they flashed past. That others could see her nudity, and what reaction it would bring, well, that was their problem.

They plotted their stay and all the things they would do. Who they would do them with, and how naked they would be every possible moment.

But Jen imagined walking by herself in the woods of those mountains, strolling through less busy parts of town in the middle of the night. or sitting in a quiet park with her sketchpad. She wanted to do all that just the way she was now and didn't care who would be watching.

Three hours and one rest stop later the five of them strolled into the lobby of the hotel like they owned the place, naked as the day they were born. Jen's eyes darted to a rack of tourist brochures, one in particular featuring a nearby National Park.

This was spring break, after all, and Jen meant to take full advantage of it.