I opened the door to my room nervously, hearing Carrie's playful knock.

 

"Sqeee!" the strawberry-blonde exclaimed. "Oh, you did it, Erica! It
looks so adorable!"

 

Fussing bashfully, I averted my eyes and lifted a hand to tease the tips
of my shoulder-length locks. Greatly daring, I had taken the brave step
and dyed my hair red. Well, not completely red… but I did have my
sandy-brown tresses streaked with red highlights. The only thing was,
the treatment darkened the overall color making me appear more brunette,
and the red really stood out, almost fiery in contrast.

 

Carrie, looming before me, pushed me back a few paces as she entered my
room. Suddenly, her hand that was softly on my chest, reached down to
pop open the button of my jeans. They were tight, and hugged my slender
legs and hips nicely. I guess I had been dressing sexier since we
started college.

 

"Oh!" I gasped, when my friend opened the front flaps wide. "What… what
are you doing?"

 

The taller young woman had prodded me into the middle of my room. Now
she stood back, one knee bent forward and hands on her own curvy hips as
she evaluated me. "Take off your clothes…"

 

"Carrie!" I brought my hands to my mouth in shock, but nearly melted as
she gave me a sly smile.

 

"Come on, Erica," she giggled. "I want to see what your new hair-do
looks like when you're naked!"

 

Flustered, I turned around, continuing to play with the open flaps of my
jeans. The room was feeling really warm. Then my eye caught sight of the
digital clock on my dresser. I spun on my heel to face Carrie.

 

"Um, no time for that! We're going to be late…"

 

The girl hefted her backpack over her shoulder and pouted. "But I have a
new outfit for you to try on."

 

Grabbing my books on the nearby end table, I squeezed past Carrie on my
way out through the door. "No time for that either!"

 

I could hear my friend chuckling about my haste and urgency, as she
bounded down the hall after me. Soon we were both outside and piled into
her car. It was a rather uneventful drive to campus, as I simply closed
my eyes and listened to Carrie chatting away. I think I liked listening
to her melodic voice more than the music from the radio.

 

"See… we had plenty of time!" Carrie said once we pulled into the
student parking lot. "Well, maybe I can get you to change into my new
outfit before class…"

 

I turned my head to look over the shoulder of the passenger seat
headrest, still fussing with my newly dyed hair. Checking the vanity
mirror, I asked distractedly, "What… right here?"

 

"Of course!" the bubbly blonde answered. "Now come on, get your clothes
off."

 

I looked at my friend out of the corner of my eye. "Everything?"

 

"Mmm hmmm," she nodded and licked her lips.

 

"Carrie, no!"

 

After a breathless pause, I gathered my books in one arm and pushed open
the passenger side door. I had to admit, parts of my body were starting
to tingle. But I tried to put this out of my mind as I started walking
briskly across the parking lot.

 

When Carrie caught up with me, I tried to explain. "Look… we really are
going to be cutting it kind of close. We have to walk all the way to the
building with our classroom. And honestly, I just have a feeling that if
I start to undress, something terribly embarrassing will happen!"

 

"Whatever you say," my friend said with a warm smile. "Maybe later…"

 

As we stalked forward in silence, in the cool autumn air, I wondered
what she meant by that last comment. We were beginning to merge with a
larger press of students. My thoughts were soon drawn elsewhere as I
took note of these strange faces passing before us, all around us, even
turning back to regard Carrie and I. There was a cute guy… and over
there, a young woman with a nice butt… cool shoes on that one… wow, how
do they afford such expensive accessories, with the cost of tuition?

 

Then I started noticing more and more people secretly pointing at the
two of us and snickering. Just a glimpse here, or a flash of someone's
amused eyes, maybe someone mouthing some words that I didn't quite
understand.

 

"Carrie, why are they staring at us?" I asked, rising up on my toes to
whisper in my friend's ear.

 

She kept me moving with a hand on my back, but said innocently, "I don't
know. Two hot freshman females… I guess there's a lot to ogle."

 

"Perhaps you," I confided while blushing.

 

"Erica!" Carrie squeezed my shoulder cheerfully. "You are so cute! I bet
they're all staring at your hot new sexy red hair!"

 

I wish she didn't remind me. Now I was feeling more self-conscious, and
I was starting to regret taking any measures that would draw added
attention. Still, I tried to hold my little chin up high as we crossed
the plaza and came within sight of the central building. With Carrie at
my side, we paraded through the automatic sliding doors.

 

Once we were inside, there was a buzz of activity. I could see countless
students making their way back and forth between classrooms. Some people
stopped to check bulletin boards. There were kiosk machines everywhere,
it seemed, and always a throng of young people waiting to access their
schedule or other information. A couple of times, we saw an older man or
woman toting textbooks and notebooks. "Returning" students, I guessed.

 

And then Carrie was waving over to a group of girls, some of the other
freshmen we met during the first few weeks of the term. At once, she
bounced over to greet them, and I was left sauntering my way behind her.

 

"Ooooh…. Erica, I like your hair!" Ashley grinned and clapped her hands.

 

Christa, an art student, eyed me critically and then said. "Um yeah,
that does give you a more sultry look. But are you trying to start a new
fashion trend?"

 

"Huh?" I was caught off-guard, pausing with my hands midway running
through my dark scarlet tresses.

 

"I think it brings out her brown eyes," Carrie said helpfully.

 

Christa only shook her head and laughed. "Yes, but what has that got to
do with why her jeans are hanging open…"

 

"What?!!" I practically screeched, turning around in embarrassment.

 

I looked down, and realized for the first time, that I had never fixed
the front of my jeans after Carrie unbuttoned them this morning! They
were so comfortable that I swear I didn't notice. And with the tight
fit, it wasn't like they were ever in danger of slipping down. But as I
held open both flaps in disbelief, I saw that my panties would have been
in full view! I had chosen the briefest of silky underwear, also because
of the snug fit, which just barely came up to my crotch. I was pretty
certain that anyone seeing the front of my panties would know I was
clean shaven.

 

And I had just walked across campus like this!

 

As I fumbled and tried to hurriedly snap shut my pants, Carrie giggled.
"Oh, too bad you had to mention it to Erica. I was going to pull them
down when we walked into class!"

 

The girls burst out laughing, and I was left standing mortified, my
brown eyes wide. Maybe I was a little turned on, too.

 

"You wouldn't have!" I gasped.

 

Carrie ran a finger lightly down the side of my face. "Maybe, maybe not.
Maybe I would have pulled your underwear down at the same time, and
exposed your cute little ass!"

 

Speechless, I took a deep breath, while running my hands fretfully
through my hair. The buxom strawberry-blonde took this opportunity to
step forward, and proceeded to undo the buttons that I had just fixed.

 

Well, once again, it seemed decisions about how I present myself were
taken out of my hands. At the urging of our two new friends, I was
persuaded to leave my jeans open, with my low-cut panties on display! I
mean, how humiliating… if I wasn't wearing at least this shred of
material, my pussy would be showing! But no one seemed to mind, although
people did continue to point and stare as we started back down the wide
corridor. I sure didn't want to arrive late to class like this!

 

Along with a pack of other students, we rounded a corner and then had to
climb some stairs to the second floor. I felt Carrie slip behind me, and
I immediately tensed. I didn't know if she would truly pants me in the
middle of all these people! But we continued to press forward, and I had
to hold my books tight against my shirt as I felt my nipples hardening.
My friend had her backpack slung over her shoulders, so she had both
hands free to bring them to rest on my sweet hips.

 

As we approached the classroom door, I could feel Carrie's fingers on
the sides of my jeans. I saw that there were already dozens of students
seated and waiting for the professor's lecture to begin. Her fingers
hooked around the denim material… and then hooked inside the elastic
band of my panties!

 

"Do it!" I whispered to her, over my shoulder.

 

Her big breasts squished against my back, her nose and mouth were on my
neck, and then inhaling the perfume of my red-dyed hair. My heart was
beating faster, and my clit poked out fully extended.

 

"Do it!" I pleaded. And yet, I couldn't believe I was asking Carrie to
pull down my pants and underwear in front of everyone.

 

Her grip tightened, we were standing at the head of the classroom. I
closed my eyes, bracing myself for the exposure, ready to savor the
humiliation. And then I heard heavy footsteps behind us, and a gruff
male voice.

 

"Ladies, do please find yourselves some seats…" said the Professor in an
exasperated tone.

 

Carrie quickly steered me with her hold on my jeans, and turned me to
start walking down an aisle between seats. The Professor never saw my
open pants, but he continued to admonish us like naughty schoolgirls.

 

"I hope I'm not going to have to keep an eye on you two!"

 

"Yes, sir. We will be good," Carrie replied sweetly. I could picture her
turning to do a curtsey.

 

We finally made it to the end of the row of desks. They were those metal
chairs, with the collapsible writing tray that pulled up and folded
over. Carrie sat in the seat in front of me, and I slid into the
desk-chair behind her. While we waited for the last few students to
arrive, my friend leaned back so I could brush out her long
strawberry-blonde hair.

 

Leaning forward, I confessed to her, "That would have been so hot, if
you stripped me in front of the Professor!"

 

"Yeah, I wonder when was the last time he saw a young girl's puckered
flower!" Carrie giggled.

 

Oh my, when she put it like that, it would be pretty embarrassing to
show my genitals! I leaned back and slowly slipped a hand into my
panties. It was then that I discovered that I had made myself wet, and
the light fabric was drenched! I was afraid that the front was probably
rendered transparent, and during my walk down the aisle, the seated
students must have gotten a good look at my camel-toe pussy!

 

Too late, I was already stroking my hairless vulva, inserting a finger
and using my thumb to tease my swollen clitoris. Right here in our
college classroom!

 

"Mmmmmph!" I gave a strangled, muffled groan, and accidentally kicked
Carrie's chair.

 

My friend turned around to look at me, a bemused expression on her face.
"Erica, did you just have an orgasm?"

 

"Oh, Carrie…" I cried softly in bittersweet misery. "I've made myself
cum. It's seeping through my panties and running down my leg!"

 

Carrie was silent for a moment, and then she said kindly, "Don't worry,
baby girl. We'll get you all fixed up after class. Just try to relax, it
will be all right." 

 

"OK," I murmured, somewhat soothed by the young woman's words.

 

The rest of the class, I kind of sat there in a haze, not really paying
attention. I don't believe I ever opened up my notebook. Later, I would
have to catch up with Carrie. But as we neared the end of the period, I
began to worry if people would smell the aroma of my juices. And worse
would be when I had to stand up again.

 

Well, eventually the dreaded lecture was over. I waited a good few
minutes for the students on either side of us to get out of their seats
and leave the room. Soon, I looked up to see Carrie standing with arms
folded across her breasts, foot tapping. Biting my lip, I reluctantly
eased my legs to the side of the chair, and climbed to my feet. When I
looked down at myself, I was horrified.

 

The crotch of the small panties was of course drenched. But even more
embarrassing, my juices had streamed down both my legs, and left dark
rivers down the front of my jeans. I was unable to even button them
closed again, as Carrie only laughed and took my hand. She said I looked
"cute", like a little girl who had wet herself! With my other hand
feebly clutching my books, we made our exit from the classroom.

 

I really wasn't sure what it would look like. I mean, how likely was it
that a college student would piss herself? Would people assume I must
have been masturbating and creamed my pants? Maybe it could have been
some other kind of liquid accident. Unfortunately, the way the twin
trail of stains ran from the inside of my thighs down to the front of my
knees, it was obvious that the source of the stains emanated from my
crotch. I just wanted to get these jeans off!

 

It was so humiliating as we continued to press ourselves through the
building. Not only was I brazenly displaying my damp undies, that hung
down to reveal not a wisp of pubic hair, but people were seeing my cum
stains as well! And I bet they could smell the musk of my horniness. I
wish Carrie didn't get me so excited all the time!

 

Fortunately, we had some time to spare before our next classes, although
we didn't have those together. Still, my friend suggested we head over
to the Performing Arts Center, where Alicia was scheduled to try out for
the orchestra. She promised me it would be a lot more private over
there, not as many people around, and we could take care of my little
"accident". I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I followed anyway,
since Carrie was tugging me along by the hand.

 

We had a bit of a hike across campus, prolonging my embarrassing
predicament. There were more whistles and grins from the passing student
population, as well as mocking laughter. I wonder if Carrie knew that
the more I was humiliated like this, the more I sought her comfort and
nurturing embrace. All I could think of was sucking on her juicy teats,
which kept my mind off the snickering comments about the state of my jeans.

 

Before I knew it, we had crossed one of the campus streets, into a
faculty parking lot and were heading up the steps to the Performing Arts
Center. Once inside the main lobby, it was definitely a lot quieter
here, and it was a relief to be out of sight from prying eyes. Carrie
led me around a corner, and then down some wide black wooden steps. I
felt like I was being taken to a dungeon!

 

In fact, on the lower level was where they had a number of rehearsal
studios, classrooms, and a couple of practice stages. It was into the
musky darkness of one of these auditorium-like chambers that the two of
us slunk into. At least, no one would be able to see my embarrassing
jeans with the fronts pulled open. But we could see about a dozen
students with various musical instruments lined up on stage. Just
beneath the platform appeared to be the director of the Music Program,
and his associates.

 

There were less than a handful of people in the raised seating closest
to the stage, other friends of the other students being evaluated. All
told, I figured there were twenty people between the students and
faculty. Carrie paused when we walked into the room and pointed to
Alicia with her flute.

 

"Hi Alicia!" she called out, bouncing up and down.

 

Our brunette friend giggled and waved back at us. But the Music Director
was not at all pleased. He turned to look in our direction and warned us
that interruptions would not be tolerated. Carrie was always getting me
in trouble. I hope she didn't get me thrown out of college!

 

After making our apologies, she and I scurried up to the back row, and
filed all the way toward the middle of the seats. We had an excellent
view of the musicians on stage. But as soon as one talented young man
began playing a violin solo, Carrie decided it was time to take care of
business.

 

"OK, Erica, let's get these things off you!"

 

In the semi-darkness of the back row, no one noticed as my friend moved
across a couple of seats so she could lift my legs and begin working on
the laces of my sneakers. Within moments, both my shoes bounced to the
floor. Thankfully, the sound of the music covered any noise. She then
took my jeans by the sides, and started wiggling them down my legs. It
was surreal, being stripped by Carrie like this in a room full of
people, and I couldn't offer any resistance.

 

When I was sitting sideways in my silky, skimpy panties, Carrie held my
feet in her lap and caressed my bare legs. I was wearing short ankle
socks, the kind with the frilly cuffs.

 

"Oooh, I like these!" my friend commented as she then leaned across me
to touch the elastic band of my panties.

 

Her fingers worked quickly, and soon the delicate material was being
pulled down my hips… past my butt, lower and lower, until Carrie had my
underwear around my feet. She took them off completely, then discarded
the damp things to the side.

 

"Oh!" I gasped, feeling my bald pussy exposed.

 

"Shhh!" came the hushed warning from one of the folks below.

 

"Sorry!" Carrie said aloud, with me laying here bottomless!

 

In the effort of getting my shoes off, and my pants and underwear, I had
raised my shirt up until the hem was just below my breasts. I was
effectively naked from my tummy down to my socks. Carrie leaned across
me again, running a hand over my flat sexy stomach, and then bent down
to kiss my bellybutton.

 

"You know, Erica," she looked up with a devilish smile. "I could strip
you totally nude back here. You would like that, wouldn't you?"

 

"Uh-huh…" I said weakly, spreading my legs apart.

 

Carrie sat up straight eagerly, giggling, and took one of my feet in her
hands. I watched as she began peeling off the sock until my bare heel
came into view. But then I stopped her.

 

"Wait… I don't think this is a good idea," I said squirming in my seat.
"There's a lot of people in this room, and I could get caught!"  

 

My friend considered for a moment. "Hmmm… I suppose you're right. Maybe
I should just let you get dressed."

 

But first, Carrie told me, I had to get cleaned up. My legs were still
spread obscenely wide, with one resting on the back of the chair between
us, and my other slender leg dangling to the floor. Between this parted
view, I observed Carrie go into her backpack and retrieve some tissues.

 

I placed my hands behind my head and arched my back all the way, until I
was just staring up into the darkness of the ceiling. Alicia must have
started her audition, as I heard a sweet melody on the flute. This was
so unreal, lying like this in the back row of a theatre in the
Performing Arts Center, while Carrie began squeezing my knees and
rubbing my thighs. She was checking for the sticky spots, but her hands
felt amazingly good. I'm afraid I trembled at her touch, my pussy
opening up in her face.

 

"There, there," she said… and started to lick between my thighs!

 

"Aaaahhhh…" I had to bring a clenched fist to my mouth to keep from moaning.

 

"Shush!" came an annoyed voice close to the stage.

 

Meanwhile, Alicia kept playing her flute, and Carrie kept licking my
smooth legs. Finally, she moved her face close enough to breath on my
pussy. She stuck her tongue out, just able to use the tip to taste and
flick my clitoris. Then she lapped one big stroke over my bare pubic
mound, which caused me to shudder, but did not send me over the edge.

 

"All clean," Carrie announced, and now used the tissues to pat my crotch
and inner thighs dry.

 

I blinked, uncomprehending for a moment, as my friend turned around and
started going through her bag again. I was so aroused, now I was ready
to tear the rest of my clothes off! Instead, Carrie held out what
appeared to be a little skirt. It was tartan, a kind of black and purple
plaid, and from waistband to hem did not seem very wide.

 

Carrie helped me to a more comfortable sitting position and explained,
"This is your new outfit, Erica!"

 

"What… what about my panties?" I asked, looking around for my discarded
underwear.

 

My friend only laughed, "Oh, you don't want those things right now.
Besides, it will be so cool for you to go the rest of the day without
anything under your skirt!"

 

"I guess… but will it cover me?" I was uncertain, taking the material
and holding it against my body.

 

"It will cover enough," Carrie admitted. "Now go ahead, and put it on."

 

Well, I wrapped the skirt around my slim hips, and it did fit rather
nice. Pulling the zipper up at the side, the hem fell just below my
crotch, leaving me showing a lot of thigh. I could feel my bare ass on
the cushion of the seat, which meant the back only hung low enough to
conceal my cheeks from being seen from behind. What a way this would be
to spend sitting in class!

 

Carrie was crouched down on the floor again, putting the sneakers back
on my little feet. From such a position, she had an obstructed view of
my bare pussy, with my knees parted. I know she had just been getting
friendly with my kitty only moments ago, but somehow being exposed
beneath a short pleated skirt like this, seemed so naughty!

 

Just then, I looked up and noticed Alicia had finished her beautiful
flute solo. There was a brief exchange with the Music Director, and then
she started packing up her instrument. Carrie helped me to my feet, and
signaled we should go toward the stage to meet our friend. Cautiously I
maneuvered my nubile body between the rows of seats, conscious of the
skirt that felt too short.

 

As I walked down the sloped floor, I realized that the wooly fabric
swished deliciously over my bald vulva. And if I pressed my hand against
my crotch, the tiny bristles of fibers would tickle my lower lips! I
would have to be very careful how I moved, and where I placed my hands…

 

"Alicia! That was wonderful!" the strawberry-blonde bounced past me in
her excitement.

 

Alicia broke into a wide grin and said, "It was so sweet of you two to
come and watch! I think you brought me good luck…"

 

"Ladies!" the Music Director interrupted. "There are other students that
are being evaluated. I'm going to have to kindly ask you to leave the room!"

 

I must have been blushing, and too flustered in my little skirt to do
anything. But the other girls giggled at their indiscretion, and when
the director turned his head back to the stage, Carrie stuck her tongue
out at him. All I could think of, was where that tongue had been a few
minutes ago…

 

"Oh, be nice!" Alicia laughed, grabbing Carrie by the arm and me by my
shirt, and tugging us toward the doors to the theatre.

 

When we tumbled out into the hall of the Performing Arts Center, we
rounded a corner before my brunette friend took appraisal of me for the
first time.

 

"Erica!" she exclaimed, much to my embarrassment. "Your hair… that looks
so hot! And that cute skirt, where did you get it?"

 

"Carrie gave it to me," I mumbled, rubbing one sneaker behind my other leg.

 

Alicia cradled an elbow in her hand as she continued to regard me.
"Yeah, it doesn't look like something you'd usually pull out of your
wardrobe. But with your red hair and that purple little thing, Erica,
you look positively sexy!"

 

Carrie had skillfully positioned herself behind me, wrapping her arms
around me in a hug. But then she looked at Alicia from over my shoulder…

 

"Well, check this out!"

 

With just the three of us standing out here in the hallway, Carrie
flipped up my skirt, holding the hem high above my hips!

 

"Oh my gosh!" Alicia pointed and laughed. "Erica, your… you know… it's
sticking right out!"

 

"Maybe she's happy to see you," Carrie giggled and tickled my butt with
her fingers.

 

I thought I would die of embarrassment. I wiggled and squirmed, my bare
pussy still on display, until I thought I would slip out of the skirt
entirely.

 

"So no panties, huh?" Alicia continued to observe me. "Carrie, I guess
you won't be satisfied until you send our girl to class without a stitch
on!"

 

My strawberry-blonde friend lifted her hands to touch and fondle my
ears. "Oooh… I think I may just do that. One day, I'll talk Erica into
walking up to her class stark naked, and finding a seat in the front row!"

 

"No… way!" I protested, and turned myself around to face the buxom young
woman.

 

"Well, you have to admit, that secretly you would like to try it…"

 

And then, Carrie planted a kiss on me, full on the lips! Our tongues
touched briefly, before she gently pulled my bottom lip through her
teeth. After that, all I could do was murmur.

 

"Maybe…"

 

Alicia grabbed me by the arm, and pulled me out of the embrace. "All
right, you two. I have to make it to my next class, and I want Erica to
walk with me."

 

"My class is on the other side of campus," Carrie pouted. "When can we
hook up again?"

 

Our natural brunette friend gave the matter some thought, and then said,
"Let's meet up back here at the Performing Arts Center after class. The
auditions will be over by then, and I think this place will be pretty
deserted."

 

"Cool!" Carrie exclaimed, her face brightening. "I'll tell Christa and
Ashley. Maybe they can hang out with us later!"

 

With that, she turned and bounced down the hallway, leaving Alicia and I
to walk in the opposite direction.

 

"Um… that was a very nice flute solo," I said awkwardly as soon as we
left the building.

 

However, all Alicia wanted to talk about was how much she liked my new
hair, and how hot I looked in this little plaid skirt. I guess that
should have made me feel better, but the attention only seemed to bring
humiliation. She kept saying that she couldn't believe I wasn't wearing
any panties. Sometimes, it seemed like she announced this news to the
whole campus!

 

We had to walk to the student parking lot first, so Alicia could put her
flute back in her car. Then my friend was dragging me back across the
street, heading toward the science center. At times, she moved so fast
and pulled me along after her, I feared the back of my skirt was
flapping up… flashing my bare ass! There certainly were a lot of
comments as we walked past and through crowds of students.

 

Alicia seemed so proud at the responses I was getting, meanwhile I felt
so ashamed! More so, because I was getting totally turned-on!

 

Finally, we had to part ways, and my friend teased me one last time,
reminding me not to loose my skirt. Well, I wasn't going to let that
happen as I began my walk across the street to another building. Still,
it was pretty hard to keep my mind off my body, especially the bits that
were so sensitive. I fumbled with the hem of the material on my way to
class, and I was sure everyone knew that I didn't have on any underwear.
There were some looks of disgust, I guess, and lots of smiles and winks.
Most people couldn't take their eyes off my sweet schoolgirl legs, or so
I liked to imagine.

 

Sitting through that hour and a half long lecture was torture! I never
thought college classes could be so boring. But then, I had registered
late, so I suppose I didn't have the best pick of interesting subjects.
My mind started to drift, and I played with the idea of slowly removing
the skirt Carrie gave to me. Then I would find an excuse to jump out of
my chair, and stand bottomless in front of all these students! Of
course, such thoughts only served to make me horny, but I dare not touch
myself again. I didn't want to have another "accident" like earlier.

 

Toward the end of the lecture, one girl sitting in front of me turned
around and snapped shut her compact mirror. "You know… if you're going
to shave your pussy, you should really wear a longer skirt…"

 

Oh my gosh, I was so embarrassed! She probably thought I was some kind
of slut! I think I would have buried my face in my arms, but then the
professor signaled that we were dismissed. Rising to my feet, I simply
grabbed my books, and ran out of the classroom. Amazingly, all I could
think of now, was how much I wanted to see my friends.

 

As I jogged across campus, I could feel the little skirt gently lifting
up and down off my lap. I'm sure the cheeks of my cute behind peeked
into view as I scampered over the path. But I didn't care. I just wanted
to be away from all those staring, leering eyes. And all those students
who knew my dirty little secret…

 

When I reached the Performing Arts Center, I paused to catch my breath.
Actually, I waited a few minutes to calm myself down before proceeding
to venture inside. The remainder of my schedule was clear today. I
wondered if the other girls were here already, and if Carrie would get
Christa and Ashley to join us. 

 

True enough, as I entered the building, the place seemed very quiet. My
sneakers squeaked and echoed down the ground floor corridor.

 

"Hello?" I bravely called out.

 

There was no reply. No music students or drama students, and no faculty.
I shrugged my shoulders, but also felt a shiver run down my spine. For
some reason, I trembled with fear and excitement.

 

All by myself, I found the stairs that led to the lower level, to one of
the performance stage rooms with its bright lights and black walls. It
was here that I discovered Carrie and her two friends waiting.

 

"Hi Erica!" Ashley waved me over. "Oh my, but that is a darling skirt!"

 

They were sitting up on the raised platform, a good several feet off the
floor, and I mumbled, "Thanks…"

 

"We were just talking," Carrie said as she helped me up the steps, "and
saying how it was too bad you don't play an instrument, Erica!"

 

"Oh, but I've never been musically talented," I admitted.

 

Christa smiled as she took in the sight of me standing in the spotlight.
"But we could just picture you up here as part of the orchestra, or
playing in the jazz band…"

 

"Maybe she could have one of her clothing accidents!" Ashley giggled and
winked at me.

 

Blushing, I tried to explain, "Well I don't like being up in front of an
audience, so you'll never catch me on stage."

 

"Is that so?"

 

We all turned to look back toward the doorway to the room. To my
surprise, it was the blonde bitch Lisa! And she was walking toward the
stage with Alicia. I saw that my friend had returned with her flute
case. Since I remembered she had made a special trip to put it back in
her car, I figured it must have been Lisa's suggestion that she bring
back to the Performing Arts Center. I wondered what she had in mind.

 

As instructed, Alicia climbed onto the stage and began unpacking her
instrument. She assembled the two pieces, and then Lisa started to explain.

 

"Erica, you may not be any good at making music. But you do like to
dance, don't you?"

 

Rubbing a foot shyly behind my leg, I looked down at the bossy blonde
and answered, "Yes… I like to dance."

 

Carrie clapped her hands and said, "This should be entertaining!"

 

"Indeed," Lisa continued. "Now, little Erica, when Alicia begins to play
for us on her flute… you're going to dance. And as you dance to her
music, you're going to strip!"

 

"What?!!" I cried as my friends erupted in cheers and laughter. "What
if… what if she keeps playing?"

 

Lisa only offered a smug smirk as she found herself a seat in the front
row, directly in front of the stage. "Well that depends on how far
Alicia wants to go…"

 

I stood with my mouth hanging open. Speechless, I couldn't find the
words to express my doubt or concerns. I noticed Lisa didn't make any
comment about my hair. And then, my brunette friend put the flute to her
lips and played a few notes. I looked to her, my eyes wide.

 

She started playing a really beautiful melody, similar to the one she
played at her audition. Then her eyes narrowed, and she changed the tune
to a more slinky, slithery number, almost like a snake charmer from
India. I couldn't help but let the music seep into my body. My shoulders
started reflexively shifting up and down, as I wiggled my hips in time
with Alicia's rhythm. I closed my eyes and ran both my hands through my
hair.

 

And then my fingers wandered down my shirt, grabbing and squeezing my
breasts. It wasn't so much as Lisa's command, as the spirit of the
music, which made me start to undo the buttons. Soon, I had the front
all the way open, my bare tummy and cute bellybutton on display.

 

Alicia kept playing, and I kept dancing… turning around slowly,
shrugging the light material of my shirt off my shoulders. I felt so
alive, my heart beating faster, and then I took my top completely off so
that the fabric floated to the floor in front of the stage. Standing up
there in just my bra, my hands instinctively cupped my breasts. I
silently shook my head.

 

However, I could see my friend smiling at me with her eyes, and I had no
choice but to move my hands behind my back to reach for the clasp of my
bra. Alicia did not let up, her fingers weaving that strange and exotic
melody. I still shook my hips, and stretched my legs, stepping in time
with the music… even as I unhooked my lacey bra, and let the
shoulder-straps ease down my arms. They were all watching me. Not only
Lisa and Alicia, but Carrie and Ashley and Christa, all in rapt attention!

 

Caught up in the sexy song and dance, I pulled the bra off my chest. I
held onto it for a moment, and then tossed it down to land in Lisa's
lap. I was standing topless on stage in my college Performing Arts
Center! At first, I raised my palms to cover my tits… but I saw Ashley
and Christa sitting in the corner with big grins on their faces. I
lowered my arms, and showed them my bare breasts. My nipples were so hard!

 

Turning my head to the side, I glanced over my smooth shoulder to plead
with Alicia. She only inclined her head and persisted with her rousing
melody. I swayed to the music, my tits bouncing and nipples quivering
with my motions. I think I may have run my tongue over my teeth… this
was getting hot! Lowering myself to my hands and knees, I wiggled my
butt, which was covered only by the most minimal of clothing. I dangled
my feet over the edge of the stage, and started to crawl forward… slowly
I pulled each foot out of its shoe, letting my sneakers drop to the
floor below. Then, with a gracefulness only made possible by Alicia's
music, I pushed myself up on my arms and rose to a standing position.

 

Again, I ran my hands through my hair, then over the skin of my tight
stomach. Taking steps across the platform, I bent one leg up behind me,
and reached back to grab the toe of my ankle sock. I was able to pull
the fabric free, and let my bare toes fall to the stage. Tossing the
sock away, I spun around and started moving toward Alicia. I lifted my
other lower leg so that my heel was almost touching my butt, and leaned
back to take hold of that sock. Easily, it slipped off and was thrown
across the room.

 

It was then I realized I was standing barefoot on the stage, in front of
my friends. In fact, I was wearing just one item of clothing, that tiny
plaid skirt, which Carrie had given me! Clasping my hands and bringing
them up beneath my chin, I looked at Alicia and shook my head.

 

Without even pausing to take a breath, the talented brunette kept
playing her flute. She was going to make me do it. I looked around
nervously, even as I continued to gyrate my hips to the music. Oh my
gosh, oh my gosh… I just had one piece if clothing on. Already, my
fingers were fumbling for the zipper. I still turned my head side to
side, begging Alicia to end her song, and she still kept blowing and
nimbly running her fingers along the instrument.

 

I turned around so my back was to Carrie and the other girls, and I
stood facing Lisa. The zipper lowered, the button popped, I let the
skirt descend to my feet. Rather than stepping out of the material, I
raised a leg deliciously and kicked the skirt off my foot to go flying
toward the audience.

 

I was absolutely naked, from head to toe, on the stage!

 

Oh, I was so bare up here! As I slowly turned around to face my other
friends, I couldn't help but lift my hands up to squeeze my breasts.
When I pulled my fingers away, my nipples were so elongated and hard. I
swear they were wiggling on their own, to the sound of Alicia's flute
music. And I know the girls were eyeing the rest of my figure, checking
out my slender hips and bald pussy. Unsure of what to do, I looked shyly
over my shoulder, even rising up on my toes, so that Lisa saw the bottom
of my bare foot. I found Lisa evaluating me critically, arms folded and
legs crossed. The fact that she was seeing my ass on full display like
this, caused my clitoris to poke straight out.

 

Well, Alicia kept playing her flute, and I had already taken off all my
clothes. What more were they expecting? I continued my nude slow dance,
moving around the stage, arms raised above my head. Then, looking from
Carrie to Ashley and then to Christa, I reached down and flicked my clit!

 

"Aaaahh…" I whimpered and slipped a finger inside.

 

"Hmmm… it appears Erica is ready to conclude her performance!" Carrie
observed.

 

The girls, smiles on their faces, started to move closer to me… and I
didn't know what to do! I just stood there, butt naked, about to
masturbate in front of them. Glancing to my left, I saw even Lisa had
gotten up out of her seat and was making her way up the stage.
Nervously, I took a few steps backwards, my bare feet sticking and
un-sticking off the hardwood floor. But I couldn't help playing with
myself, especially with Alicia watching me and playing her instrument.

 

"Look at her go!" Ashley said amazed.

 

Before I knew it, the girls were practically on either side of me, and
Christa commented, "What a cute body she has!"

 

I honestly thought I was going to collapse. The exposure was too much
for me, sending me over the edge. And then, suddenly, there was Lisa
dragging a folding chair across the stage and setting it behind me. I
thankfully sat down, my legs spread wide apart.

 

"Ooooh! Mmmmm…." I moaned and writhed with pleasure.

 

The whole time, I never broke eye contact with Alicia. As I continued to
rub my pussy, I pictured her using that flute… well, I had certain ideas
about where she might put it. But then, Lisa reached down and grabbed my
arms! She took me by the wrists and pulled them away from my body,
exposing everything!

 

At first I whimpered, and wiggled my butt a little on the chair in a
futile struggle. My bare legs were still spread open, I even hooked my
feet around the opposite sides of the seat. Caught tight in Lisa's grip,
I felt helpless, and hot at the same time.

 

"Please…" I arched my back and thrust my little tits forward. "I want to
cum!"

 

But the blonde bitch only kept me on display like this, while the other
three girls stood before me and looked down at my nude body. Alicia took
great interest in playing her flute, which was having an effect on my
pink parts. I could feel my clit wiggling in time with the music, as if
it had a mind of its own. I was about to start bucking my hips, and I
was afraid I was going to squirt in the direction of my friends.  

 

Suddenly, the music stopped. Alicia gently lowered the flute from her
lips. My eyes were wide with anticipation, but nothing happened. I could
feel my heart still beating fast, and my pussy twitched, but I no longer
convulsed with an impending orgasm. Lisa let go of my hands and slowly
backed away from the chair. All eyes were upon me as I sat up and then
stood on my trembling legs.

 

I was still very horny, but I did not try to touch myself. Maybe I
wanted one of my friends to finish me off! In a bit of a daze, I ran a
hand through my hair and looked around. All of my clothes were
scattered, some items not even on the stage. Gingerly, I started walking
forward.

 

"Wow, Erica…" said Carrie who stayed in front of me, "You're as pink
down there, as, well… now you match your hair!"

 

I blushed even more as Ashley and Christa crept behind me and said what
a nice butt I have. That only reminded me I was so completely naked up
here, nothing was hidden. With my arms at my sides, I turned around,
showing them my bare titties with nipples poking out.

 

"What… what are you doing?" I asked, seeing Lisa gathering up my socks
and top.

 

The devious blonde ignored me at first, and proceeded to walk down the
steps. She purposefully picked up my shoes from the floor, and then
retrieved my bra and skirt over near the seats. All I could do was stand
there in my bare feet and watch.

 

Pausing to regard me, Lisa finally said, "Seems like I'm cleaning up
after you, naughty girl!"

 

"But… but, you're taking everything," I gasped, moving a few nervous
steps closer to the edge of the stage. "You have to leave me something!"

 

Lisa tweaked my big toe, then ran a hand around the back of my calf. She
looked up and said, "No, I don't think I will."

 

I almost melted at her tender touch and icy words. She was going to
leave me here, in my college's Performing Arts Center, totally nude.
Bringing my hands up to cover my breasts, I looked over my shoulder at
my friends for support, but they only shrugged. And giggled and smiled…
they were obviously enjoying my predicament.

 

Carrie glided over to me, and placed her palm on my ass. "Come on,
Erica, we'll walk with you back to my car. I'll skip class and drive you
home. Unless, that is, you want to go streaking through the campus!"

 

I backed away from the strawberry-blonde's eager suggestion, and even
lowered a hand to cover my pussy. "Um, no… I think I would rather go
home, and, well, you know…"

 

The truth was, I was still very aroused. Alicia's song has brought me
very close, and I had not been able to relieve myself. Now, the girls
were hovering around me, absolutely devouring the sight of my bare slim
figure. They were prolonging my nudity and loving every minute of it!
And I was getting hotter by the minute. I even lowered my arms again,
showing all my private parts. It seemed only a few weeks ago we had met
Ashley and Christa, and now they were seeing me entirely naked!

 

The girls slowly moved closer to me, so I was essentially being herded
down the steps of the performance stage. I kept a minimum distance, but
certainly within arms length, so that anyone one of them could have
touched my body with their soft feminine touch. Lisa watched us all
parade along the side of the room, smiling in satisfaction.

 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't expect to see…" came the male voice that I
recognized as one of the teachers in the music department.

 

I froze, up in front of the line, my friends mere steps behind me. In
the dim light upon first entering from the hallway, I don't think the
teacher immediately saw that I wasn't wearing any clothes. But then he
continued walking toward us, and his eyes adjusted, if he could believe
what his eyes were seeing. I just stood there, arms dangling at my
sides. My breasts and erect nipples were in plain view, and as my
hairless body glistened, my pink labia were unfolded. I hoped he didn't
notice my clitoris poking out!

 

And then there was Lisa, quickly at our side, almost coming between the
teacher and me. Almost, but not quite… I was still on display in all my
glory, unable to turn away or cover up my pink bits.

 

"Erica, here, was just finishing up rehearsing for a nude scene in one
of the drama club's productions," Lisa casually explained.

 

"Oh, I see…" said the music teacher when he found the words to speak
again. His eyes roamed from the tips of my shoulders to my bare toes on
the carpet of the theatre floor. "I hope I didn't interrupt… but I am
scheduled to rehearse the chorus now."

 

Just then a group of students came piling in through the door from the
outside corridor. There were lots of young women, and quite a few guys,
too. I thought I was going to die of shame. For some reason, I could not
make my legs move. I just watched and watched as about a couple dozen or
so people entered the room. And they were all looking at me!

 

"That's all right, we were about to be leaving," Lisa continued. She
then squeezed my fingers in her hand, and began pulling me toward the
room's exit.

 

Of course, this meant I was not able to use that hand to cover myself.
Nor did I bother with my other arm, which only flailed out at my side as
I scampered after her on my tiptoes. Passing by the college chorus
students, that is when the comments started. First there were gasps of
shock, then chuckles. Some mocked my small tits, while others said I
looked like a slut because of my shaved pussy. Still, there were those
who said I had a really nice ass!

 

I could hear the teacher admonishing his students behind us, reminding
them not to be rude, that they should respect the sacrifices I needed to
make for my "art". My whole body blushed furiously… I was so
embarrassed! By this time, Alicia and the others had caught up with us
and were right on my heels. Their hands found my back, my butt, and my
hips as they practically pushed me the rest of the way and out into the
Performing Arts Center hallway.

 

There was nothing I could do as I was ushered through the building,
surrounded on the sides and in back by my friends. But when a few
straggling students came rushing in our direction, they were treated to
sight of my full frontal nudity. I just closed my eyes and let the girls
guide me, self-conscious of my bare feet slapping along the floor, my
perky breasts bouncing with our steps, and my pussy lips sticking out,
begging to be stroked!

 

Lisa stopped us when we climbed to the ground floor of the building.
"Well, little girls, this is where I take my leave. It was a very
entertaining diversion, Erica. I'll send your clothes over when I get
around to it…"

 

"But…" I started, even reaching out with an arm, only to watch Lisa
march imperiously down the hall with all my things.

 

Standing stark naked in the middle of my four friends, I wondered what I
was going to do. Carrie took the opportunity, with my arms lowered, to
flick my nipples and rub them between her fingers.

 

"Oh, but you looks so cute!" she squealed. "I could just eat you up! Are
you sure you still don't want to streak the science center or something?
Maybe wander into a classroom like this?"

 

I shook my head, no, but continued to let Carrie massage my breasts.

 

"I think Erica looks horny," Christa observed studiously. "Maybe she
should find someplace to finish masturbating…"

 

I couldn't believe she would say that right in front of me! Of course,
there was no denying the veracity of her statement. Secretly, I wondered
if she wanted to finish me off. Or at least, that is what I fantasized.

 

Finally Carrie took my hand and gently pulled me toward the doors of the
building. "All right, Erica, I'll take you home so you don't have to
spend the rest of the day naked at college."

 

The sun was only just going down in the late afternoon, it was still
plenty light out. As we stepped in to the cool fresh air, I shivered a
little and rubbed my arms. I thought about all the other buildings that
lined the way through campus toward the student parking lot, and all the
people that would still be around.

 

"Oh, but Carrie…" I whispered breathlessly, as I stood on my tiptoes and
clasped my hands in front of my bald pussy. "Couldn't you just bring
your car around to this parking lot, and pick me up here?"

 

The buxom blonde giggled and winked at me. "What? And leave you with
these three, to have their way with you?"

 

At this playful remark, Ashley put her hand on my hip, then began to
caress my little bare bottom. "I have to admit, Erica, you're wearing a
pretty tempting outfit!"

 

Everyone laughed, but meanwhile my heart was racing. I could see Carrie
had no intention to drive over to this lot. So it was either walk with
her back to her car, or loose the opportunity for a ride home. I pressed
myself close to Carrie, and began following her as we started our walk
across campus. One last time, I turned my head to see Alicia, Ashley,
and Christa smiling at my naked ass. They each blew a kiss at me, then
separated to go off in different directions.

 

We actually picked a strategic route, and moved carefully to minimize
people seeing me. It wouldn't do any good for us to get caught by
security. And while this resulted in a good bit of hiding, or waiting
for the coast to be clear, it also meant I was nude even longer, with
Carrie occasionally teasing and petting my body. By the time we reached
the student parking lot, the two of us had to make a final run for it.
On her long legs, the strawberry-blonde easily loped ahead of me to her
car. I was left jogging over the blacktop totally naked, and my poor
nipples were so hard! A few students finishing up their day were also in
the parking lot, and there were plenty of whistles and pointing.

 

I jumped into Carrie's car, and we sped out of the stall and out onto
the main campus road. My friend looked over at me and smiled.

 

"Now remember, Erica, you may not cum until we get you back home and
inside your room."

 

I was about ready to explode from all the excitement, and I shyly asked
the young woman driving, "Will you… will you help me?"

 

"Only if you stay red all over," Carrie answered curiously.

 

Then I looked down and saw my body flushed a rosy pink from the exertion
as well as the humiliation and arousal. I touched my nipples between my
thumbs and forefingers, pinching and stretching them out a full inch. Of
course, between my legs, I was already pink and juicy. She would
probably have to spank me to make my bottom bright red. And then I
looked in the mirror and watched a ringlet of scarlet hair fall
playfully on my forehead. For the first time today, I was really glad I
had dyed my hair red!

 

THE END