OK, so that was about the most embarrassing thing I've ever had to do.
And I've done some pretty humiliating stuff. But facing my parents and
other relatives upon returning home, after streaking my high school
graduation was unbelievable. I was till naked when my friends dropped me
off in front of my house. The last time my family had seen me, earlier
in the day, at least I had been wearing my graduation cap. Now I didn't
even have that.

 

They made me stand in the kitchen as I explained myself, shyly blocking
my breasts with an arm and hiding my bald pubic mound. I know my
stepbrother also sitting at the table was enjoying the eyeful. Of
course, my best friend Alicia had soften the matter by finding my
parents immediately after the ceremony, and telling them that it was
just a prank because I was so stressed out about going to college. Well,
my mother and father seemed to buy it, but they wanted to hear it from
my own mouth.

 

So I stammered my excuses, shuffling from one bare foot to the other,
and blushing like a shamed little girl the whole time. I guess I kind of
looked really mortified, which helped ease my parents' fears that their
eighteen-year-old daughter wasn't becoming some exhibitionist slut.
Still, I had to put up with a lecture from them, and that I shouldn't be
running around without any clothes on. Rolling my eyes, I sighed and
listened, while my poor nipples were rock hard! It was pretty
frustrating that I couldn't truthfully put the blame on Lisa who had
tricked me. Nor could I admit that it secretly turned me on…

 

Well, in the end, my parents are fairly easy going, and they let me off
without any further punishment. I suppose they might think about me a
bit differently now. Later on, in private, my mother would confide that
she saw this as a way of me coming out of my inhibited shell, and added
that I was blossoming into a beautiful young woman. As if this had been
a good thing!

 

When I had been dismissed from the kitchen, I hurried down the hallway
and locked myself in my room to calm down and collect my thoughts. Of
course, this included masturbating for about forty minutes, and reaching
a tremendous orgasm. I was lying face down on my bed with my bare ass in
the air, and had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming in ecstasy.

 

Afterward, when I had dozed off for an hour or so, I quietly made my way
to the washroom and had a nice relaxing bath. I should mention, that my
family had planned a graduation party for me tomorrow, so the rest of
this Saturday was going to be relatively peaceful. In fact, because of
this planning, I was thankfully left alone. My stepbrother had his own
life and other things to do, and my parents had left to take care of
some last minute party arrangements. I was a big girl now, despite my
juvenile stunt back at the school, and they trusted me.

 

So as it turns out, when I asked my parents in the early evening about
going out with Lisa, Carrie, and Alicia, they actually gave me
permission! I kind of downplayed the party bit, not wanting risk raising
fears or speculation. It was only a little get-together, I told them.
But the funny thing was, my parents encouraged me to go out see my
friends, to have fun and have a good time. Unbelievably, they seemed to
think those girls were a positive influence on me, despite that they
were the reason for so much of my nudity! How ironic was that!

 

Finally, I was able to prepare for Lisa's graduation party with a clear
conscious. I found that my special dress that I had worn especially for
the ceremony must have been brought back from the school by my parents.
And it appeared to have been dry-cleaned. How sweet. I thought maybe if
I looked my best, it would help me when I faced the other students at
the party. So I eagerly slipped on the sleek satiny dress, and admired
myself in the mirror. There wasn't much left to the imagination as the
material hugged my slim figure. Still, what I saw made me smile. After
fussing with my hair some more, I stepped into my heels and headed out
the door.

 

During the drive over to Lisa's house, I started to grow a little
nervous, and felt the familiar sensation of butterflies in my tummy. I
mean, she wasn't going to use this opportunity to further embarrass me,
was she? And then there was Carrie. The buxom strawberry-blonde who had
a habit of making me undress and showcase my cute little body. But the
difference was, while Lisa would strip me in a bossy and intimidating
fashion, Carrie was more seductive. And then my good friend Alicia was
always around to help, or lend emotional support whenever I was loosing
my clothes!

 

By the time I pulled onto the street in front of the house, I was
getting a little worried. What if Lisa was up to something? I saw a line
of cars parked along both sides of the road. It looked like our entire
graduating class was here. I wondered if the party was going to be
supervised.

 

Even outside, I could hear the music blaring as I walked up the driveway
with my blue purse, and approached the door.

 

"Erica, it's ten o'clock!" Lisa said as she greeted me. "You're right on
time, for once."

 

Looking around nervously, I answered, "I didn't want to be late…"

 

Carrie was quickly bouncing into the doorway and ran a hand down the
front of my dress. "Oooh… that's nice!"

 

"I was wearing this in the morning," I explained a little flustered.

 

"Were you?" Carrie smiled her playful smile. "I hadn't noticed…"

 

Trying to glance between the two taller girls, I asked, "Um… is Alicia
here?"

 

Lisa took my purse from my hands and said, "Yes, Erica, she's here.
She's probably somewhere in the back. Now come on in and enjoy yourself!"

 

As the girls led me inside the house, I had to adjust my eyes a little.
The lights had been dimmed, but not to the point that the rooms were
dark. It was in this half-light, and the glaring festive lights that
were strewn about the place, that made me squint. Passing by the first
couple of people, some girls I recognized from school, I thought I heard
them snicker. But the music was much louder, and there was a buzz of
voices and other noises generally associated with a party going on.

 

"Hi, Erica," a boy said as I brushed passed his arm.

 

It seemed his eyes devoured me, and he practically licked his lips. Or
maybe it was just my imagination. I brought my hand up first to block
the sounds in one ear, and then absently teasing my hair, as Carrie
pulled me along by my other wrist. The house was pretty spacious, and
soon we were lost amid the interconnecting rooms and hallways.

 

"Looked good, Erica," someone else called to me. "Going to dance for us
tonight?"

 

I know I must have been blushing, and I lowered my head trying to avert
my eyes. We continued to press through groups of people, and Carrie had
a steady hand on my back. Moving close, she whispered in my ear.

 

"Try to loosen up, Erica. Most of them have seen you naked, so there's
nothing to hide!" And with that, my friend even hooked one of my dress
straps and slid it off my shoulder.

 

"Oh!" I gasped, but the material clinging to my body was not likely to
fall down.

 

However, the thought that these people had seen me naked was causing me
to experience a range of emotions. Not to mention certain reactions. I
wasn't wearing a bra, and my hardening nipples protruded against the
front of my silky dress.

 

Thankfully, Lisa finally led us to the refreshment bar. I immediately
felt better once I took a cup of punch. Now that we were in a more open
area, I was able to look out across the room and count dozens of young
men and women dancing and having a good time. I realized that some of
our classmates were dating guys in college, and apparently they had been
invited as well. Still, I couldn't help but feel all eyes eventually
roaming in my direction, remembering the day's earlier events. I had a
flashback of me standing totally nude on the high school auditorium
stage, and my body flushed red.

 

Suddenly, Alicia appeared in front of me. "Hi, Erica! I'm so glad you
were able to make it! No trouble at home, then? Hmmm… that's an
interesting look… but if you're going to go strapless, you need to lower
both sides!"

 

Momentarily dazed, I stood with one hand half-raised holding my drink,
and a napkin gripped in my other hand at my side. Alicia reached out,
and casually flicked the other shoulder strap of my dress, and it fell
like a band around my upper arm.

 

"Yeah, that looks so much better," Carrie agreed, taking the opportunity
to run her fingers over the top of my chest, my now bare shoulders, and
tickled the back of my neck.

 

I noticed for the first time that she was dressed in a long-sleeved hot
pink outfit. It seemed like it was all one piece, coming down to about
mid thigh, where her long shapely legs continued to the floor. She had
her hair teased up, and was wearing hoop earrings.

 

Slowly, I found myself slipping into the atmosphere of light-hearted
fun. It took me a little while, but with the girls at my side, I began
to enjoy myself. We wandered out into the back yard, and mingled with
more of our classmates. Eventually the questions started, guys and girls
I knew from my classes, asking me about the graduation ceremony. Some of
them asked why I did it. Some wanted to know how it felt. It was mostly
the guys who made me feel more comfortable, because they questioned
neither my motives nor my feelings. They just told me I looked hot.

 

As the night progressed, I soon found myself even sharing a few awkward
dances. I was smiling now, and stepping freely about the property,
talking easily with students I knew, and also strangers. I had never
felt this way before, and wondered if maybe I was starting to act more
mature.

 

My friends and I had become separated for a while, and back in the
house, I located Alicia and Carrie sitting on a couch with a group of
people. There was a coffee table in front of them, which had some
bottles and glasses, and a deck of cards.

 

"Hey, Erica, come over here for a minute!" Alicia called out to me.

 

I maneuvered myself over to the sofa and squeezed in between my friends.
We were in a side room, off from the main den and living room of the
house. A hallway ran just outside that led to some bathrooms and the
stairs, which climbed toward the second floor. We chatted for a bit, and
then one of the girls with a college boyfriend started talking about a
party game.

 

"Mike told me about this one they played at his school," she explained.
"It's pretty simple, but it can get kind of daring. You use a standard
deck of cards, but take out the 10's and the picture cards and the Aces.
Those are the ones you shuffle and play with."

 

I looked curiously at my friends, then asked, "What are the bottles for?"

 

"Well, this is mainly a drinking game," the girl laughed. "So we have a
line of cups here for you, some filled with alcohol, and some with
healthy drinking water. We deal out three cards to you in a round, sort
of like a casino slot machine. You flip them over one at a time. If you
draw a ten, you have a drink of water. If it's a Jack, or Queen, or
King, then you have a shot of liquor…"

 

"That's seems weighted toward the drinking side…" I pointed out.

 

Carrie giggled, "That's what makes it fun. But wait 'till you hear what
happens if you draw an Ace!"

 

I raised my light eyebrows inquisitively, but also felt my body shiver a
little as the girl continued.

 

"Well, ladies, if you don't play your cards right and happen to draw an
Ace… you have to remove a piece of clothing!"

 

Now we all giggled and squirmed here on the love seat. Out of the corner
of the eye, I think I noticed a mixed group of people taking an interest
in what we were discussing. I watched mesmerized as someone filled up
those little pint-sized plastic cups. First a set with mineral water,
and then another set with something that must have come from the liquor
cabinet of Lisa's parents. Before I knew it, three cards were laid face
down in front of me.

 

"How many pieces of clothing are you wearing?" Alicia whispered in my ear.

 

I crossed my arms, and clutched my elbows in opposite hands. "Um, well
if you count each shoe as one item… then four all together."

 

"Oh my, how enticing!" the girl dealing the cards laughed. "So as long
as you don't draw all four Aces, you won't end up naked…"

 

My ears turned bright red at even the thought, while those around us
erupted in cheers and whistles. For some reason, I felt really confined,
sitting there on the couch, as if I was trapped. It seemed more of a
crowd had slowly drifted into the cozy room, giving us their attention.
All of a sudden, I felt hands on my shoulder from behind.

 

"So what are you waiting for, Erica?" Lisa's words dripped onto my skin.
"Draw your first card!"

 

Swallowing a lump of fear and excitement, I instinctively reached out my
hand, fingers hesitating just above the card.

 

"One more rule," the girl sitting in front of the table said. "Once you
begin, you have to play out each round… no matter which cards you draw!"

 

This brought an appreciative gasp from our audience. And now my heart
was really beating faster. I looked around me, to find Carrie and Alicia
offering grins of assurance. And Lisa the bitch stood over me, to make
sure I wasn't going anywhere.

 

"Wait a minute," I said, stalling for time. "If this is supposed to be a
game, shouldn't I be playing against somebody?"

 

There was some mumbling among the guys and girls who had gathered
around. I was feeling pleased with myself, as if I had pointed out a
flaw in their little scheme. And then suddenly, a young man did step
forward, and he plopped himself down in front of the coffee table. It
was Henry, the boy I used to have a crush on!

 

"I'll play you, Erica," He said in a challenging tone of voice.
"Although I not sure how much drink that tiny body of yours can handle.
Um… I believe you were about to draw your first card?"

 

Frustrated, I crossed my slender legs so he couldn't look up my dress.
Then I bit my lip and turned over the card on the left. It was a Queen
of Hearts. The crowd applauded, and I quickly had one of the cups with
booze shoved in my face.

 

"Gaaagh!" I sputtered and nearly gagged as I gulped down a mouthful of
the drink. "What is this stuff?"

 

Behind me, Lisa ran her fingernails through my shoulder-length hair and
said, "Oh don't worry. It's some of Daddy's best. I don't think it will
kill you."

 

Amid the laughter, Henry bravely flipped over his card to reveal a Jack
of Spades. He coolly took his drink of alcohol, then tossed the cup away.

 

"Hey watch it!" Lisa complained. "You spill any of that stuff on this
carpet, and I'll make you clean it up with your tongue!"

 

When I cautiously turned over the next card, I was grateful to see it
was a Ten of Diamonds. I accepted the much-needed cup of water, and then
waited for Henry to take his turn. He drew a King of Diamonds. Taking
another quick shot of liquor, the boy only laughed, although he was
mindful to put the cup down gently. He didn't seem bothered by the
drink, but maybe if I got him drunk enough, we could end this silly game.

 

My next card was a Jack of Clubs. Reluctantly, I had another shot, which
I managed to get down without spitting up. Henry ended the round with
yet another drinking card, the King of Hearts. Three shots for him, but
he didn't seem the worse for it. Meanwhile, I was getting nervous about
the ones we had already discarded, and the four Aces were still out there.

 

Sure enough, the very first card I chose to open the next round, was the
Ace of Clubs. Damn! I glanced over my shoulder shyly, as the crowd
hooted and clapped and cheered. What could I do? I had been backed into
this corner, so I simply lowered my arms and slipped off one of my
heels. This, Carrie picked up and discreetly passed over her shoulder to
Lisa.

 

Henry smiled, and casually flipped over his card… a Ten of Spades. He
actually looked disappointed! Still, he raised his cup of water to me in
a mock salute, and then tilted his head back. Now all eyes were upon me
again, as I reached to make my next move. Damn! Ace of Hearts…

 

"Quit it, Alicia! I can do this myself!" But my brunette friend had
reached down and already taken off my other shoe.

 

This was also passed overhead to Lisa, while Carrie slid off the couch
and knelt on the carpeted floor. She gently took my foot in her hand and
began rubbing and tweaking my toes. That did feel really nice, and
helped keep my mind off the game's escalating situation. I almost didn't
notice that Henry had drawn another card, the Queen of Spades, and had
gulped down another hard drink. Now maybe the boy was looking a bit
flushed in the face, but everyone was waiting for me to continue.

 

Just one more card, and my round would be over. But what if it was
another Ace? I could be sitting here in just my little underwear! Even
worse, the very idea had made my nipples harden and stick straight out.
I put one hand over my eyes, and tenuously flipped over the card. I was
relieved to see the Jack of Hearts. Although it meant another horrible
drink, at least I could keep my dress on!

 

Henry drew a Queen of Diamonds for his last card of the round. He took
his gulp, and it seemed his eyes were starting to glaze over. I grinned
to myself, thinking that I might actually be winning. I mean, maybe I
was completely bare foot, but this guy was looking ready to pass out.
Aroused by the teasing possibility of success, I found myself anxious
for the next set of cards to be dealt.

 

Still, I had to be cautious. One wrong hand, and my fortunes could
reverse in a hurry. Excitedly, I rubbed my feet on the carpet, and
tapped my fingers in a mysterious rhythm on the face down card. It was
like a superstitious voodoo ritual, and the guys and girls in the room
were getting into it, as I built the suspense. Slowly I turned the card
over… Ten of Hearts! I let out a sigh of relief, and there was a
collective gasp around me.

 

Now I was really getting into it. I did a quick tabulation in my head.
There was just one Ten left, two Aces, and the rest were drinking cards.
It was like it had become a contest to see what would happen first,
Henry getting drunk, or me stripped naked. I thought I liked my chances,
because there was equal opportunity that he might pull an Ace and have
to take something off as well. Well, in point of fact, on his first
turn, Henry drew a Queen of Clubs. A little less confident, he picked up
the cup, took his drink, and placed it back on the table.

 

Hands on my knees, I batted my eyelashes and smiled at the
eighteen-year-old-young man. He looked like he was about to tip over. I
did my ritual again, much to the delight of our audience. I rubbed my
bare feet on the carpet, did a mini air-drum solo, and tapped the card I
was about to turn over, as if I was communing with the Great Party Game
Spirits. Everyone was cheering and clapping, as my fingers flipped the
card face up.

 

Ace of Spades.

 

Oh no! Just like that, I sobered quickly, and put my hands over my
mouth. Realizing that I was now going to have to take off my dress,
Henry broke into a broad drunken grin. There was whistling and cheering,
as Alicia and Carrie took my hands and lifted me to my feet. I guess
half the house and everyone outside didn't know what was going on in
here. But there were maybe twenty people in this room, some faces
familiar, some college aged.

 

"Wait…" I cried, desperately trying to think of a way out of this.

 

But my friends, the girls on either side of me, were eager to grab the
bottom ends of my dress and do a little shimmy dance like game show
hostesses. Alicia and Carrie began to slowly raise the material,
revealing first my thighs… then my sheer white panties. There was a lot
of applause as my sexy trim stomach came into view. Next thing I knew,
the satiny fabric was all around my face and my arms were raised high in
the air. But being shorter than the other girls, they had no difficulty
in whipping the dress all the rest of the way off my body, and tossed it
behind the couch.

 

I now stood topless in front of everybody, and in fact, I was only
dressed in a tiny pair of panties! My nipples were fully erect, almost
pointing straight up. It seemed like I basked for a moment in my
embarrassment, before thinking to lift my hands and cover my small
breasts. Behind me, Lisa reached forward and pulled on the elastic band,
peeking down my butt crack.

 

"Cute underwear, Erica…" She said, people in the room whistled, pointed,
and laughed.

 

When my panties were snapped against my lower back, I firmly planted my
ass on the couch, crossing legs and crossing my arms over my chest. I
wished there was a throw pillow around or something that I could hide
over my body. But instead, Carrie and Alicia took their seats at my
side, snuggling against me and rubbing my bare arms.

 

I watched as Henry finally drew his next card. My only hope was if it
turned out to be the last Ace. But instead, it was the King of Clubs. He
steadied himself, placing both his hands on the low table, then picked
up his shot of liquor. I was doubtful how much longer he could hold out.
But then, I didn't have a whole lot to hold onto either…

 

"Now remember," the girl who introduced us to this game faced me. "You
have to play out this round, no matter what card it is."

 

I'm sure everybody in the room was thinking the same thing. If that card
was the Ace, I would have to strip totally naked! Once in a day was bad
enough, but to be seen like that at Lisa's party was too much. I looked
around nervously, and even ran a hand through my hair, exposing a pink
nipple. Then I clutched both my titties in my other arm, and bent
forward to turn the next card.

 

It was the Ten of Clubs.

 

A groan of disappointment escaped the crowd, and I realized that my
heart was beating wildly. I sank back into the sofa, clasping hands over
my breast in relief. Then I remembered to cross my legs, fearing people
might notice my camel toe pussy through the panties. Carrie was good
enough to take a cup of water and bring it to my lips. Of course, before
she returned the cup to the table, she took a moment to trace her hand
around my belly button. She came teasingly close to slipping inside my
panties!

 

"OK, listen up," the girl with cards announced. "There are just three
cards left. Here is what we'll do. Erica can choose one, and Henry can
choose one. And then we'll see how much we will get to see…"

 

The room burst into more cheers and whistles, obviously anticipating
that I might draw the final Ace. Suddenly, I jumped to my feet, standing
in a room full of people in just my brief white panties. An arm slung
across my tits, I had one knee bent forward, and the leg kind of raised
on my pretty little toes.

 

"No, wait!" I cried, holding out my fee hand. "The last round ended… I
quit. Henry wins, OK?"

 

As her guests grumbled, Lisa walked around the couch, holding my dress
and shoes in her arms. "Well that doesn't seem very fun, Erica. You
know, if you don't continue the game, I'm going to keep your clothes
until the end of the party."

 

I was quiet for a moment, as all eyes turned on me to see what I would
do. Their stares drank in every inch of my body, wearing but the
skimpiest of underwear. With my hands cupping my breasts, I turned
around to face Lisa, and the party guests had a full view of my
panty-clad ass.

 

"Fine," I said bravely. "Keep them!"

 

I don't think there was anyone more shocked in that room than myself as
I spun on my heel and padded across the carpet. Carefully, I kept my
elongated nipples shielded by my two palms. I was afraid if I had lost
my panties, everyone would see how horny I really was.

 

"Excuse me," I said shyly as I walked between two of our graduated
classmates.

 

As I stepped into the hallway outside, I did not immediately notice that
Henry had passed out on the floor. All I kept thinking was how
embarrassing this was, and that I couldn't believe I was walking around
Lisa's house full of people in just my underwear. When I stepped
barefoot into the other rooms, all eyes were upon me. Some smiled
knowingly, others wore confused expressions. One girl called me a dirty
name, but most of the guys seemed to appreciate my new outfit.

 

Actually, I had a plan to try and salvage some dignity. Or maybe it was
just the alcohol working its way through me. I did feel a little
light-headed. But I needed to head toward the other end of the house,
and make my way toward the backyard. However, as I shuffled down the
hallway, rubbing against bodies that were wearing clothes, I was stopped
when I crossed in front of the refreshment bar.

 

"Hey, Erica," a young man from our school approached me. "You look so
beautiful. Can I pour you a drink?"

 

Blushing from the compliment, I paused and lifted a hand to twist the
ends of my hair. I also struck a bashful pose, rubbing a bare foot
behind my other leg.

 

"You look like you could use a drink," he continued and handed me a glass.

 

For some reason, those shots of liquor really did make me feel kind of
thirsty. Without thinking, I accepted his refreshment, lifting the glass
to my mouth. This left my small but perky tits uncovered, with nipples
poking straight at the guy. He then asked me if I wanted to dance! Well,
while the idea of doing a nearly naked dance in the middle of the room
was exciting to me, and it would be nice to feel another person's hands
on my body… I told him that I had to refuse.

 

"I lost my clothes in a party game," I finally confessed as the boy took
my glass and continued to walk with me.

 

Unfortunately, his company put me somewhat at ease, lowering my guard.
And I suppose the effects of the alcohol didn't help, as I now lowered
my arms and swung them easily at my sides. My bare breasts bounced
playfully with my steps, and I allowed him to open the glass sliding
door for me, leading to Lisa's backyard.

 

I now walked outside in just my little underwear. I wasn't covering
anything. The lights that were strung from the house shined down in a
multitude of colors, and there was loud music playing here as well. I
saw a few couples making out in various places. Other people stopped and
stared at me. There were whistles and more comments, as I calmly made my
way to the in-ground pool.

 

No one had thus far disturbed the sparkling blue water. I sat down on
the edge, and lowered my legs into the pool. Leaning back on the heels
of my hands, I let my feet kick and make playful splashes. The boy who
had walked me this far was still standing in disbelief. I suppose it was
nice of him to stay near, and keep any of the other guys from trying
anything funny. Then again, I'm sure he enjoyed looking down at my lean
figure and bare tits, nipples fully extended.

 

"I was thinking about going for a dip," I looked up and said casually.

 

The young man smiled and asked if I wanted him to hold my clothes. I
laughed, knowing that all I had on was a pair of panties. And then I
told him that I wasn't going skinny-dipping.

 

With that, I slowly lowered myself into the water, the level rising to
just above my bellybutton. It was cool at first, but also very
refreshing. I waded out a little further, moving toward the deep-end. Of
course, the thought did enter my mind that I should lose the panties
entirely. But the whole point was I was trying to avoid these people
seeing me in the nude. So I made sure my underwear was snugly in place,
and swam deeper into the pool.

 

When I climbed up the ladder on the other side, I shivered in the night
air as my feet slapped onto the marble slate. I slicked my hair back,
water dripping down and glistening off my nubile body. Looking down, I
saw that my clinging panties had turned transparent, and there was no
secret that my pussy was hairless. But what I didn't anticipate was that
my little button was also hardening, and was now poking at the wet
material. How embarrassing! And I had nothing to cover up with…

 

Suddenly, I saw Carrie walking along the side of the pool, swaying her
curvy hips as usual. Above the regular party noises, I could hear the
click of her black heels on the cement as she approached me. It looked
like she had something slung over her arm.

 

"Silly Erica! Did you go for a little swim without telling me?" the
strawberry-blonde teased.

 

As my friend stepped in front of me, she reached out and tweaked one of
my nipples. I then noticed that it was a towel she was carrying. This
was kind of what I had planned… that if I jumped into Lisa's swimming
pool, she would have to give me something to dry off. Carrie held the
towel open and before me like a screen.

 

"Come on, girl, let's get you out of those soggy things before you catch
cold!" she laughed.

 

My eyes went wide, and heart started beating fast again. "What? Out
here? You want me to take off my panties out here…"

 

Carrie wiggled her hips and motioned the towel like a prized
bull-fighter. "Yeah, come on. I'll cover you right up!"

 

Well, I guess my underwear did feel kind of uncomfortable right now,
while that big snugly brown towel looked pretty inviting. Again, I was
blocked from the view of other people by the buxom, taller girl. So I
shrugged my bare shoulders and hooked my thumbs inside the wet elastic
band. Quickly, I peeled them down my legs and off my feet. Now standing
totally naked, my pink labia began to unfold as my friend drank in my
nudity.

 

"Nice flower," Carrie whistled appreciatively. "Seems a shame to cover
it up…"

 

"Hurry, Carrie!" I urged, growing more anxious and even hornier by the
second.

 

The seductive eighteen-year-old finally took a step forward so she could
wrap the towel around my slender body. It enfolded me once, and then I
was able to tuck in the edges in the middle of my chest. The hem started
just above my breasts, and fell to about the middle of my thigh. While I
was embarrassed to be out here in Lisa's backyard in just this towel,
technically not wearing any clothes at all, I had to admit the fabric
felt really soft on my skin.

 

"All right, let's get you inside!" Carrie reached out to grab my hand
and pull me away from the pool.

 

I helplessly followed after her, my feet slapping over pavement, and my
other hand griping the front of the towel tight. Passing by the boy who
had walked me out here, I wondered if he had caught a glimpse of me
shedding those panties. Carrie and I passed through more groups of
people on our way back into the house. But it was getting late, and more
and more of these party guests were too drunk to care or too involved
with activities of their own.

 

Unsure where we were going, I could only keep jogging to match Carrie's
longer strides and jiggling body. We continued hand in hand down the
hallway and into another sitting room. There was a winding set of stairs
around the corner.

 

Carrie turned to me and said, "Hmmm… let's see where these go!"

 

"Do you think it's all right?" I asked nervously. "What about Lisa and
her parents?"

 

"Oh, Lisa's parents left her to mind the house on her own. They're very
trusting of their daughter. Frankly, I don't think they wanted to be
bothered with the craziness of this party."

 

"Oh, I see…" I murmured as we climbed to the second floor.

 

It was fairly spacious up here as well, with some vanity rooms and
washrooms branching off the main corridor. My friend peeked in, opening
the door to one room. Apparently one she was looking for as she groped
around and flicked on the light. Padding a couple of steps across the
salmon colored carpet, I realized we were in the master bedroom!

 

Turning my head around, I faced Carrie and said, "We shouldn't be in here!"

 

"Oh relax, Erica! It's actually nice to be away from all that noise
downstairs."

 

Now that she mentioned it, there was a certain peaceful quality to this
isolated room. The music and voices had been reduced to a faint hum,
barely heard through the floor. As I inched shyly closer to the bed,
Carrie disappeared into the side bathroom and came out with a brush.

 

"Must comb out the tangles in your pretty hair," she giggled.

 

The girl led me to an ornate table off to the side, with a wide mirror
and a little pink bench in front. She instructed me to sit, and I made
my back very straight as I watched the reflection before my eyes. Behind
me, Carrie started to gently pull the brush through the strands of my
hair, darkened from the pool water. Her technique was terrific, the
teeth of the comb gliding through my soft tresses, and it felt so good!
Her touch on my skin, sometimes playing with my ears, or massaging the
back of my neck and shoulders, soon had me purring like a kitten.

 

I slowly undid the towel and let it drop to the floor. Carrie continued
to brush out my hair as I sat completely naked on the seat.
Occasionally, she would run her fingertips down my spine, or reach
around to cup one of my breasts. When she was finished, she lifted me to
my feet and turned me around to face her.

 

"There, Erica… all done," she whispered. "Are you dry enough to get onto
the bed?"

 

In reply, I now took her hand, and had her follow me toward the center
of the room. I hopped onto the mattress, and then scooted my bare butt
up until I reached the pillows and headboard. Carrie did a sultry little
walk around the foot of the bed, and then climbed on top of the sheets
from the side.

 

With her still fully clothed, and me absolutely naked, I think it only
heightened my arousal. She slid up next to my body, and placed her hand
between my breasts. Very slowly and sensuously, Carrie traced her
fingers further down my stomach, causing me to arch my back when she
paused just above my bald pubic mound. I was on the edge of pent up
excitement, quivering beneath her touch, and then she softly stroked my
pussy lips.

 

"Ooooh!" I moaned with breathless passion.

 

Carrie giggled at my response and continued to finger my little button.
But she also lowered her head against my bosom, and took one of my
breasts in her mouth. Running her tongue all around the areola, she
suckled on my tender nipple.

 

"Oh, yes!" I cried. "Carrie… Carrie, take off your clothes!"

 

"Oh, you want to see me naked, huh?" the busty blonde teased.

 

I eagerly licked my lips and rubbed the heels of my feet on the bed
sheets. "Mmmm hmmm…"

 

Carrie rolled over momentarily and swung her long legs over the side of
Lisa's parents' bed. While I idly rubbed my pussy, I watched as she bent
down to undo the straps of her heels. First I heard one shoe drop to the
floor with a clunk, and then the other. Then the strawberry-blonde
climbed back onto the bed, standing on the mattress. She carefully
stepped over so that she was positioned directly above me. I had been
waiting for this moment, it seemed, all day!

 

As my friend crossed her arms to grip the opposite ends of her short
dress, she gradually eased the material up her hips. By the time her
trim golden fleece came into view, it was obvious she had not been
wearing panties. I held her legs on either side of me, while Carrie
raised her dress higher and higher, revealing her bare tummy. She was
right about to lift it over her breasts and off her body completely,
when suddenly the bedroom door flew open!

 

"Oh, hello, girls!" Lisa marched into the room. "Not interrupting
anything, am I?"

 

I watched Carrie pull down her dress so fast, covering her ass and
smoothing down the front of the material. Guiltily, she two stepped over
to the side of the bed and hopped to the floor. Still in a mixed state
of arousal and shock, I was left lying spread eagle with my labia
unfolded and hanging out.

 

Lisa shot a disapproving glance at Carrie and said, "You should know
better."

 

"Yes, but just look at Erica," she grinned. "All naked and juicy."

 

I couldn't believe they were talking about me like I was dessert or
something! After a moment's consideration, Lisa walked to the edge of
the bed, reached over and wiggled my big toe.

 

"Well, you did do a good job of stripping her nude…"

 

At her touch and those words, I started to slide my knees up, desiring
some modesty. "What… what does that mean?"

 

"It means," Lisa continued, "that as your graduation present to me,
you're going to start cleaning up the party mess downstairs."

 

"If you need help cleaning up, Lisa, all you had to do was ask," I tried
to sound pleasant and polite, while covering my tits with my hands.

 

But the bossy blonde only laughed, "So you won't mind picking up after
our guest… totally naked?"

 

Carrie winked at me and giggled. I squirmed on the bed and begged Lisa
not to make me go downstairs like this.

 

"Please let me at least put on some underwear?" I crawled forward with a
desperate look in my eye.

 

Lisa was in no mood to hear it. "No, Erica, you're going to clean up
without a single stitch on. They are going to see all of you… again!"

 

"But, Lisa, right now… I'm so horny!" I blushed making the confession,
although I suppose my fully erect nipples only highlighted the fact.

 

Carrie laughed, "Oh, you're always horny! Being naked just brings out
your best side, tee hee!"

 

And then she grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me off the bed! I hopped
on my toes and scampered after her as she and Lisa headed for the door.
They dragged me right out of the bedroom, into the upstairs hallway. My
eyes were big and wide, and I flailed around with my one free arm, not
really covering anything.

 

"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh…" I stammered as we reached the top of the stairs.

 

Lisa looked back at me and narrowed her eyes, asking, "What's the gig
deal? Most of these people saw you running around at graduation earlier!"

 

"And a lot of them didn't!" I gasped, thinking about my pink pussy on
display.

 

The three of us weren't half way down the carpeted steps, when one of
the guests pointed and called out.

 

"Hey look everybody! It's Erica, and she's bare ass nude!"

 

It felt like the whole house erupted and whistles and catcalls. All
sorts of remarks came my way. Of course, many had seen me walking around
in just my underwear a little while ago. But now, without even a shred
of clothing, it was like they were all staring at every inch of my body.
My tight little ass wiggled as I passed through groups of these young
men and women, following in the wake of Carrie and Lisa.

 

Totally naked, I was led into the kitchen. With one arm across my body,
I gripped my other forearm and stood helpless just waiting to see what
would happen. Some people walking by commented on my nipples, or talked
about my smooth shaved pussy. There were some compliments, but also a
lot of dirty suggestions. When Lisa came back, she had a garbage bag,
and told me to start picking up plates and cups, discarded food, and
other trash.

 

"What… here, now?" I asked dismayed. "With everyone still around?"

 

In response, Lisa stood before me, statuesque as ever and held out her
arm with the large plastic bag. I looked all about, but there was
nowhere for me to run this time. So resigning myself to this
embarrassing task, I took the bag between trembling fingers. At a nod
from Lisa, I slowly turned around and started to walk out of the kitchen.

 

At first I just dragged the empty bag behind me, while keeping a palm
discreetly over my pussy. I could believe all these people were watching
me, and the looks I was receiving from both guys and girls! As I
continued down the hall, they had an unobstructed view of my bare
behind. I was blushing so hard, thinking about being totally nude from
head to toe! To try to keep my mind off the situation, I started to
focus on the mess made by the party.

 

Near the entrance to the house, I found some beer cans and an ashtray. I
figured this was a good start, so I did my best to squat down by bending
at the knees, and picked up the trash. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, I
thought to myself as I headed for the next room.

 

But when I reached the spacious den that had been converted into a
dancing hall, more people were seeing me naked for the first time. There
were squeals of delight, loudest among them from my friend Alicia. While
others applauded or cheered or whistled in my direction, she hurried
over to my side.

 

"Wow, Erica, you look so good!"

 

I knew she was only trying to make me feel better. What she really meant
to say was that I looked so horny, with my nipples standing fully erect,
and other pink bits visibly excited. But Alicia kept chatting with me as
I gradually made my way around the room, carefully picking up litter
from the floor. And then other people started coming up to me and
pointed out spots I missed, or an overturned glass on a table. Every now
and then, as I was kept lingering in this room, someone would flick one
of my extended nipples or slap me on the butt!

 

Feeling a little hot and breathless, I finally escaped to one of the
quieter rooms off to the side. There were still people sitting around, a
couple making out on one of the sofas. I was told that behind another
couch, there was a bunch of drinking cups that some slob had tossed
away. Encouraging me to do my job, Alicia took the bag so I could
investigate. Strangely, without that sack to hold on, I had now lost my
last piece of security and felt even more exposed!

 

There was a foot of space, maybe, between the couch and the wall. I
climbed up onto the cushions to have a better look. With my knees
sinking into the seat, the bottoms of my bare feet hung out over the
edge, and I knew my pussy lips were peeking down below the sweet curve
of my ass. I pushed my breasts against the back of the couch as I peered
over the top. But being shorter, I had to scramble further up, and
practically lean over so that my arms were dangling behind the sofa. So
intent was I on stretching my fingers to reach the plastic cups, I had
failed to consider the sight of my bare ass sticking up and out for
everyone in the room to enjoy.

 

Suddenly my limbs went tense, my toes spread, barely touching the floor.
Something wet and cold was pressed against my butt cheek! I could hear
muffled laughter, my face turning bright red, as a cylinder like object
was rolled across my skin. The tip was smooth, almost like glass, as it
was traced down the crack of my ass until making contact with my
sensitive pussy lips…

 

"Oh…" I moaned, clenching my little fists behind the couch.

 

And then, involuntarily, I began flexing my cheeks. I realized that my
quivering pussy must be opening and closing, as if gasping to be filled
with something. Wetness trickled down my leg as the cold cylinder object
merely grazed my snatch from behind, but did not penetrate. How I wanted
it inside me!

 

This went on, I don't know, a few seconds or minutes… I wished it would
last forever. But then a hand was on my bare back, urging me up and on
my feet. As I withdrew my trembling arms, I remembered to grab two
handfuls of the empty plastic cups. Thus, when I turned around to drop
these items in the bag Alicia was holding out for me, I also saw the
object that had been teasing and fondling my rear.

 

"Don't forget to take this," Carrie giggled, taking a pull from a
long-necked beer bottle.

 

After I watched her casually toss it into the garbage bag, I looked
around at the faces in the room. There was a mix of reactions, mostly of
amusement, but some females expressed disgust. I could not believe I was
just standing here stark naked, and they had all seen Carrie toying my
bottom! But I had such an awesome orgasm building up, that I knew I had
to find some relief.

 

Leaving Alicia with the disposables, I spun around and jumped out of the
room. Completely nude, I ran through Lisa's house, brushing past people
I knew from school as well as others I did not. Occasionally, I lifted
my hands to massage my breasts and tweak my nipples. At last, I made it
around a corner and approached the stairs that would lead me upstairs to
some privacy.

 

But Lisa herself suddenly emerged, and blocked my path. "Going
somewhere, Erica? Have you picked up all the trash from the party?"

 

"Mmmm hmmm," I moaned, licking my lips. "But I need to use the bedroom…
I mean bathroom!"

 

The tall blonde eyed my bare slender form up and down and said, "I'm
sure you do. But I'm not going to allow you to cum on my parents' bed.
If you need to satisfy your urges, you naughty girl, you can do it right
here on the stairs!"

 

With that, Lisa calmly stepped aside, although remained leaning one arm
on the ornate banister. All I could do was gingerly move forward and sit
my butt down on the wide carpeted steps. My legs were spread wide apart,
and the bottom of my heels rested on the floor, toes sticking up. I
leaned back on an elbow, while bringing my other arm around to run
fingers down my stomach and tap my bald pussy.

 

The first touch was electric, and I bucked my hips, continuing to rub my
vulva. I don't know how many of the party's guest would manage to gather
around and watch me masturbate on Lisa's stairs. But at this point, I
didn't care. I was squeezing my tender breasts, slipping first one then
two fingers inside me. I easily found my erect button, and started
rubbing circles over it with my thumb. This usually was the fastest way
for me to bring myself to orgasm, but also one of the most powerful. I
bit my lip as I whimpered and moaned, although soon was too far-gone and
shouting out words of heated passion. With eyes closed, my fingers
worked my slit until I felt myself about to cum.

 

A rush of thoughts and memories flooded my mind, along with the one
mental image of myself sitting here totally naked, openly playing with
body in front of everyone at Lisa's graduation party. With an intense
climax, I let myself go, my sweet juices squirting out in a stream to
the applause of many. My body convulsed… I came multiple times… and then
my limbs went slack.

 

It was then that Lisa allowed Carrie and Alicia to take me upstairs to
get cleaned up. By this time, late in the hour as it was, people were
starting to depart. I'm sure they would be talking about my little show
for a long time. I would learn later on that the girls passed off my
actions due to the state of inebriation from the drinking game. They
also used that excuse to convince Lisa (who would never be so kind on
her own) to let me stay the night, so I could drive home safely in the
morning.

 

And in the back of my hazy mind, I remembered that I had my own
graduation party to attend on Sunday.

 

I just hoped it wouldn't be as eventful!

 

THE END